The Mysteries of Laura (2014–2016): Season 1, Episode 21 - The Mystery of the Deceased Documentarian - full transcript

-(GUN COCKS)
-(GUNSHOT FIRING)

LAURA: Not a good day
to be this guy.

What do we know?

Bike messenger,
single gun shot

through the chest,
no eye witnesses.

(SIGHS)
The store's vacant.

Looks like it has been
by the look of the place.

Not much foot traffic.

No security cams.

He got shot at close range.

We've got blood
splattered here



-and on the ground here.
-So...

The shooter
would've been here.

(SIGHS)

Ah! (LAUGHS)

Say hello to my little friend.

-I'll hook up ballistics.
-Yeah.

So do we have any ID
on this guy?

Maybe it's in his murse.

-"Murse"?
-Man purse.

You need to get yourself
one of these, Soto,

change your life.

-Thanks for the tip.
-Here.

(SIGHS) No wallet, no ID.

Keychain with no key.



"G", maybe his initial.

I don't know of any pharmacies

that give pills
in an envelope.

ADHD meds.

America's favorite
amphetamine.

Maybe our bike messenger
was a drug courier.

Yeah, but who would
kill the messenger

and leave the drugs?

I think we need
to talk to Quinn.

So Meredith's on
with the phone company

trying to trace the signal

for Quinn,
the amphetamine addict.

-Alleged amphetamine addict.
-Of course.

Okay, where are we

on operation "Find Me
an Affordable Beach Rental"?

Okay, so we've got
a few opportunities here,

including this little gem
on Front Street.

I guarantee you the boys
would love that one.

Well, it's not just the boys.

I hope you don't mind. I...

Oh, you invited Tony.

Yeah, following your lead.

You know, getting the kids

to know the significant other.

That's not weird
for you, is it?

No, it's fine.

Yeah? So, are you and
Angela going somewhere?

Oh, I don't know her plans.

I'm gonna stick around here,

make sure the wheels
don't fall off the bus.

Strange seeing you eat that.

Yeah, decided to start
a health kick.

-Hal's got donuts.
-Kick's over.

All right there, Captain?

Just thinking about vacation.

What about you, Pulaski?
Any plans?

Well, I'm thinking about going
on this single's adventure
to Costa Rica.

Kind of like The Bachelor,
but with zip-lines
and monkeys.

Oh, I never took you
for the deep jungle type.

I still need to come up
with 500 bucks, so...

I'm thinking of selling
this sucker online.

Doesn't really go
with my apartment.

It doesn't really go
with anywhere.

I've got Quinn's location!

That's him.

BILLY: He's booking up
8th Avenue.

Let's grab him
before he causes more trouble.

(HORNS HONKING)

Back off! I'll cut you.
I mean it!

I'll cut every one of you!

-Now stay back.
-He must be on something.

Doesn't even know
he stabbed himself in the leg.

Back up, everyone!
Just back the hell up!

Okay. Okay. They're backed up,
it's all good.

You too, crazy lady. Move it!

You've played
rock, paper, scissors.

You know how rock
beats scissors?

Yeah, so?

So gun beats knife every time.

(SIREN BLARING)

-You got him?
-Yeah, we're good.

You want to do the honors?

Sure.

Hey, Quinn,

you're under arrest.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

EMTs and cops
are on the same side, dude.

What's this about, huh?

This is what this is
about, "dude".

Now where were you
at 9:00 a.m. this morning?

Pushing a straw
into a guy's trachea.

But it wasn't that guy.

-Never seen him before
in my life.
-Really?

Because he had an envelope
with your name

and phone number on him
when he was killed.

You think I had something
to do with this?

Just because the guy had
my contact info on him?

No, because he had
your drugs on him.

Hang on a second.

I only take these pills

so I can do my job,
saving lives.

This is your first offense.

I can recommend
a diversion program for you,

but I need to know
where these came from.

I just call a number
with my order.

-Then a different delivery guy
comes every time.
-All right.

The phone number Quinn
gave us is a burner phone.

But he's cooperating
with narcotics.

Patrol canvassed the area
where the body was found.

But the corner store's
been closed for years.

The whole block is
kind of desolate.

So, we have no fingerprints,

no DNA, no photo recognition.

Okay, so, we have nothing.

How are we gonna ID this guy?

Well, we don't have nothing.

We have a murse.

Okay, murse, talk to me.

This has already been
run for prints, hair, fibers.

Yeah, but it's like
tea leaves.

We just can't
see what it means yet.

Okay.
Well, here's all the contents,
next in line ticket.

List of
traffic school websites.

Allen wrench.

Cloth for polishing silver.

Oh, I got it.

-It's crap.
-Yeah.

No, it's all the crap
that I hate to deal with.

Like this. This means
I waited an eternity

for, say, sliced pastrami.

This means three hours
of hell in traffic school.

Again.

This means
my mother-in-law's

coming over to judge me.

-(CHUCKLES)
-And this is eight hours
of my life

constructing an IKEA bookcase.

Pretty sure that was
eight hours of Billy's life.

I helped.
Now, this is the kind of crap

that you want to pawn off
or pay someone to do.

Our victim was some kind
of personal assistant.

-Wait a minute.
-No idea what that is.

I think I do. It's a key fob.

MEREDITH: He was a gopher.

JAKE: A what?

I just got off the phone with
the founder of Gopher Star.

It's a website where
people post odd jobs

and freelance employees,
or gophers, accept the tasks.

They're trying to set
themselves apart

from the herd
with these GPS devices.

Customers use those
to track their gophers.

-Hmm.
-So, our victim veered off
at 8:56,

and his fob stopped moving
at 9:06,

which was 10 minutes
before his body was found.

Now we have a pretty specific
time of death.

How about an ID?

Thomas Colvin,
Gopher Star emailed us
his personnel file

as well as information
on the dealer

that hired him to make
the delivery.

Dr. Milton Fisk. He's...

...87-year-old pharmacist
from Stuy Town?

He was selling product
on the side to fund

a retirement condo in Boca.

-Really? (GROANS)
-Narcotics picked him up,

but he can hardly walk
and he alibied out
of the murder.

Hmm. So clearly,
this isn't about drugs.

I'll send Billy and Laura
to the victim's apartment.

Somebody wanted him dead.
We need a theory as to why.

Thanks, buddy.

So, besides a passion
for gophering,
what do we have on this guy?

No record, good student.
He's pretty squeaky clean.

How does a guy like that
get himself killed?

Whoa.

Looks like our squeaky clean
gopher had a hobby.

Being a psychopath.

Raquel Rivera, found
strangled outside
her high school prom

in 2001.

Oh.

Honor roll student,
star athlete, volleyball team.

And according to this article
from last year,
it's still a cold case.

Well, maybe it's heating up.
Some killers become obsessed
with their own crimes.

I don't know,
he's got question marks
all over the place,

possible timelines.

I think he was obsessed
with solving the crime.

Oh, look at this.

Camera equipment,
sound rental, travel...

He was documenting
his obsession.

To the tune of $17,000?

(SCOFFS) No wonder
he was working

all those Gopher Star jobs.

Here we go.

Rejection letters for a film
called Prom Murder.

-Mmm.
-From Tribeca Film Festival,
Sundance Film Festival.

You know, all these photos
were printed out
from the same website,

(SIGHS) Armchair detectives.

Wannabe PIs who think
watching a couple of episodes
of SVU makes them an expert.

Mmm.

-Computer's gone.
-Okay, so, no forced entry.

The killer took the keys
right off of Thomas' body,

waltzed in here
and stole the computer? Why?

"The truth will be revealed."

-What?
-Check it out.

Apparently Thomas
was going to screen
Prom Murder himself today.

Just started 10 minutes ago.

Okay. You secure the scene
till the techs come.

I'm going to the movies.

It's just like old times.

Movie date night.

You, hogging the candy.

You're not getting
any of the licorice.

-Or any anything.
-THOMAS: I've upset a lot of
people in making this movie.

And I presented
a lot of theories,

but in the end, I can
only make one conclusion.

Raquel Rivera was killed
by her own brother, Oliver.

Pursuit of justice
must continue.

Please join me.

He just said Oliver
was the killer,
we got to start there.

According to the RSVP list
he's a no-show.

All right, I'll text Meredith
and Frankie to pick him up.

-We can't assume anything.
-Hmm.

The odds are very high
that most of the people
in this room

are connected to
or especially interested
in this crime.

We have to interview
all of them.

The killer could be here.

(APPLAUSE)

Divide and conquer.

Thank you so much
for watching.

I'd like to invite you all
to stay for a Q&A

with the NYPD.

My name's Ethan Skinner.

So, Mr. Skinner, did you know
the filmmaker,
Thomas Colvin?

Not really. He wanted to
interview me because
I was Raquel's boyfriend,

but it was too painful.

You must've spent
a lot of time with Raquel.

I used to help out
at her mom's flower store.

Every day.
We were always together.

-Except at the prom?
-She had to close up
the store that night,

so she insisted I go on ahead
and she'd meet me.

She never made it.

-Did the police interview you?
-The police questioned
all of us, incessantly.

But we were all at prom,
none of us could've done it.

All these years,
we'd all thought that Raquel
had been killed by a robber

because her earrings
had been yanked from her ears.

And what's your connection
to Raquel?

I was Ethan's best friend.

So he and Raquel
were always together

and I got to know her
really well.

She was amazing.

Sounds like you remember
that day pretty well.

My best friend was killed,
I remember everything
about it.

Even though it was
15 years ago?

It was gonna be
a big night for us.

More than just the prom?

Raquel and I made a pact

to lose our virginity
to our boyfriends
after the dance.

Of course,
that never happened.

Did you see her
at all that night?

No, uh, the last time
I saw her was that morning.

She gave me this.

She made a set.
The earrings for her
and the necklace for me.

-Now I see...
-Excuse me.
Councilman Danvers?

Councilman? Fancy.

I'd love a word with you.
I'm KC Moss.

I would love a quick interview
with you.

Seems like we have
jurisdictional issue here.

So why don't you have
your people call my people

and then my people will
lock you up for impeding
a murder investigation.

Well, just call me
when you need my help.

(SIRENS BLARING)

How was the movie?

No explosions, no car crashes,
not a movie.

Yeah, but it did give us
a possible suspect,
Oliver Rivera,

-Raquel's brother.
-Are we picking him up?

Meredith and Frankie
are staking out the house now.

Oh, here's the, uh,
form you requested.

-Oh, perfect.
-Wait, what's that?

A request for transfer of file

for the prom murder.

You do know you need
my signature on this, right?

-Can I have your signature?
-No.

-And why not?
-Because I don't want
this case transferred to us.

We don't need a 15-year-old
unsolved murder on the books.

The cases connect.

Well, then review the case.
Make some photocopies.

But don't take on
a cold case squad's
old baggage.

-If you say so.
-I say so.

(SIGHS)

Police!

No one's home,
we're gonna have
to come back with a warrant.

(PHONE VIBRATING)

-Yahtzee!
-Oh, Lord.

Oh, sorry, it's just
that I got
my seventh bid on a lamp.

It's already at 350 bucks!

-Baffling.
-Yes, it's just
that if I get to 500,

then it'll cover
the whole cost of my trip.

Hopefully our suspect
has an ugly lamp.

Oliver's in major
financial doo-doo.

So we've got a double murderer
with nothing to lose?

(SIGHS)

Who just came home.

NYPD, freeze! Don't do it!

MEREDITH: He has a gun!

Frankie!

MEREDITH:
Do you have the weapon?
FRANKIE: Yeah.

Only it's a microphone.

-What?
-Can I have my mic back?

-You were almost killed.
-(SIGHS) I know.

-I can't believe I didn't get
any of that on tape!
-Who are you?

-And what are you doing here?
-The same thing you're doing.

Trying to solve a murder.
Okay?

My name is KC Moss,

I already gave one of these
to NYPD, but you could
have one too.

So, have you arrested Oliver?

No, but we almost
shot a trespasser.

Take a hike.

Or I'll lock your fanny up
for obstruction!

This is starting to sound
a lot like a police cover-up.

-Any comment?
-Leave. Now!

Fanny, seriously?

Okay, I'm sorry about
the blue language,

but I really needed to get
rid of her because I need
to show you something.

-What?
-Okay?

That paver.

Hmm, one of these pavers
is not like the other.

(SIGHS)

MEREDITH: Ooh!

Glock 19, 9mm.

Same caliber
that killed Thomas.

We seriously need
to find Oliver.

Ballistics came in.

The gun at Oliver's house
was the one used
to kill Thomas.

-Where are we on finding him?
-Hasn't turned up yet.

His car's in his garage,

no hits on plane, bus,
or train tickets,

he must be hiding out
somewhere in town.

What's that? And do not tell
me it's the cold case files.

It's the cold case files.

I wanted you looking
over the files,
not taking over the case.

I didn't sign the form.

See, that's weird.
It looked signed.

Well, it wasn't,
because I don't want you

pouring over
a 15-year-old case file,

I want you out
looking for Oliver.

We looked! We checked
his house, his office,
his gym, his bagel place.

-Well, keep looking.
-I am!

I can assure you he's not
in the conference room.

But the key to finding him is.

Another "getting ready
for prom" shot.

This one featuring
a heavy hand on eyeliner.

FRANKIE: Except the earrings
she has on are beautiful.

We got Thomas'
cell phone records.

He got a call right before
he veered into the alley,
but it's untraceable.

Oliver must've used
a pay-as-you-go phone.

Okay, so we struck out there.

But I think
this is a home run,

if I'm understanding
my sports metaphors correctly.

Beach rental,
adorable, still avail,

perfect location,
and two bedrooms.

-How much?
-Check it out,
you're gonna die.

-Dying!
-God!

-Dead!
-(LAUGHS)

-Get it!
-I already did.

-(SHRIEKS) Yes!
-(LAUGHS)

Oh, God, I can't wait
to tell the boys!

I already did.

There's such a thing
as being too helpful.

Copy that.

Oh, here's something.

Oliver was never considered
a suspect because
he had an alibi,

but the alibi was his mom.

-Oh.
-She said that he was
working at the flower shop.

Okay, except she can't
verify that,

because she passed away
a few years back.

Okay, well,
there must be timecards.

Is there anything here
from the flower shop?

The store's vacant.

Looks like it has been
for a while
by the look of the place.

-Oh, my God.
-What?

-The flower shop.
-The flower shop?

The flower shop.

Be careful, Oliver knows
this place like
the back of his hand.

Call out if you see something.

-I see something.
-BILLY: Whoa!

LAURA: It's Oliver.
We better get Reynaldo
over here.

Ice cold, rigor's setting in.

We don't need
a medical examiner

to tell us this guy's
been dead for hours.

So, Oliver killed Thomas
to prevent the film
from being screened,

he didn't know that the film
had already been delivered.

The screening went ahead,
Oliver couldn't hide anymore,
so he killed himself.

In the place where he and
Raquel had the most memories.

(SIGHS) So,
where is the suicide note?

Let's see what we got.

Ah, nothing.

What have we here?

Wait a minute.

It's Raquel's earring.

He tore it out of her ear
after he killed her,

kept them all these years
and now here they are.

-Hey, that's as good
as a confession, right?
-(SIGHS)

Case closed?

Three cases closed!

Raquel, Thomas, Oliver!

-Bam!
-Mmm.

-Yup, done and done.
-Yes!

Okay, I'm gonna go home,
play some LEGOs,

make some pasta,

because we are all done here.

Done, done,

done.

-We're not done, are we?
-His feet are too high.

BILLY: And here we go.

How did Oliver kick
the stool out
from under his feet

if his toes barely grazed
the top of it?

LAURA: Somebody staged this.

REYNALDO: You were right,
Detective Diamond.

Notice the ligature mark?

It's consistent
with the noose.

But if you look closer,

you've got two small marks
here and here

-where we see deeper bruising.
-Thumb prints.

And a fractured hyoid bone.

Cause of death,
manual strangulation.

So, someone strangled him,

then staged it
to look like a suicide.

Then, maybe, new theory,

they put the earrings in
his pocket to frame him
for Raquel's murder?

And put the gun in his place
to frame him
for Thomas' murder.

Well, we're getting
good fingerprints,

hopefully the perp's
in the system.

Well, there have been
two murders in two days
on this property.

We have to find out
who that new owner is.

Why didn't you tell us
you bought the flower store?

I didn't think
it was relevant.

Thomas' body was found
outside the store yesterday.

-It's relevant.
-I bought the store
because it was undervalued.

-It was just business.
-It wasn't just business.

The Riverlake High School
yearbook.

In every single photograph

you are standing
next to Raquel.

Now, why is that?

It's not alphabetical,
you're not the same height.

This photo explains it.

That's you, right? And Raquel?

Check out the way
you're looking at her.

You were in love with
your best friend's girlfriend.

How very Rick Springfield
of you.

Okay, fine.

Maybe I was in love
with her, so what?

So, you couldn't
handle the fact

that she was losing her
virginity to Ethan that night.

-So you killed her.
-That's ridiculous!

And, years later,

when Thomas started
poking around about this case,

you got nervous.

And so you used
your vacant flower shop

to set up Thomas' murder
and stage Oliver's suicide.

You tried to pin it on him.

You knew all three victims.
You had access to the shop.

All right,
this is out of control.

I should call my lawyer.

(SIGHS)

But I'm not going to,

because I have
nothing to hide.

Can you account for
your whereabouts yesterday?

City council meeting.

And that is a matter
of public record.

Crime lab results.

The prints that we found
at the flower shop
weren't yours.

And unfortunately,
they don't match anyone else
in the system, either.

Okay, Councilman,
who else had access
to your store?

Back window was unlatched.

Anyone could get in,
but no one in our group
had a reason to kill.

Councilman, do you know
who this is?

No idea.

I think I do.

Pretty much as close as
you can get to a real
radio newsroom, you know?

AP wire, police scanner,
old school fax machine
for anonymous tips.

-You get a lot of those?
-You never know.

But the real magic
happens in the booth.

Oh, excuse the mess,
I'm switching equalizers.

Got to have everything
running smooth before
my show later today.

That's the hard part
about streaming live,
no room for error.

Well, I'm glad you've finally
come to me for help.

Well, you know just about
everything there is

to know about
Raquel's murder, right?

Right.

Sorry, I forgot to ask,
would you mind
turning your ringer off

and putting your phone
in the bin?
I'm kind of a stickler.

Yes, I mind.

Okay, well, I'm sure
it'll be fine since
I'm not live right now.

Anyway, um, about the case?

Well, we found
some fingerprints
at one of the crime scenes.

-And have you identified
the prints?
-Yes, and get this,

they came from a former
Riverlake student

who the police
hadn't interviewed
after Raquel's murder.

A student
who also knew Thomas.

Can you tell me
who this person is?

Why, yes, I can.

Katherine Claire Mossler.

She's since dropped
the freaky goth look,

good move, although
I did love The Cure.

And now she uses a new name,

KC Moss.

Snappy.

See, it's right here
on the business card

we used to match prints.

See, the funny thing is,

she's not just
obsessed with the case,

she's been obsessed
with Raquel for years.

"Dear Raquel, I just wanted
you to know that you are
everything I want to be.

"Heart, heart,
heart, Katherine."

Strangely, no one
remembers her.

I guess she was
kind of a nobody.

I wasn't a nobody!

And I didn't kill Raquel,

she was the only one
who protected me
against the EOs.

-The who?
-(SIGHS)

The EOs, the evil ones.

That was my codename
for bullies.

I was kind of a weird kid,
in case you didn't notice.

You know,
I didn't exactly hang out
with Raquel's crowd.

And, yet, she still
stood up for me.

I never forgot her.

So, years later,
when I came across
her Sleuth It Out page

-I started posting stuff.
-What kind of stuff?

Uh, I said that I had
a secret source

that revealed that Raquel
had been mixed up with drugs.

Let me guess,
you're the secret source.

Between you and me, yes.

But it was true.
The day before prom

I walked into the girls' room
and saw Raquel and some
of the other seniors,

and they were doing
some sort of a drug deal.

And no one ever had posted
that about her before.

And since you had never
mentioned that you had gone
to Riverlake,

all of your fellow
web-sleuthers thought you were
this amazing detective

who was able to suss out
things no one else could.

It was the first time
that anyone thought what
I had to say was important.

So I became KC Moss
and started my online
radio show.

Can you explain
why your fingerprints
are at the flower shop?

Episode six.

Last week I went
down there, poked around,
tried to find some clues.

Of course you did.

I don't suppose you have
an alibi for yesterday
morning, 9:00 a.m.?

I was interviewing people
all over town,

from 8:30 a.m.
until l the screening started.

I can give you my list.
They can all verify.

My fans know
I am not gonna stop digging
until I find the killer.

KC, the killer does not
want you to keep digging.

This isn't a game.
This is real.

Look what happened to Thomas.

I've been researching
this case for over a year.

-I'm not just gonna
let it all go to waste.
-Well, then give it to me.

If anything jumps out at us
we'll look into it.

But you have got to promise

that you will let
the real detectives

do the detective work
from now on.

Okay.

(SIGHS)

Minutes from the city council
meeting, people.

Oh, I see the offending
light fixture hasn't sold.

I cannot say I'm surprised.

There's actually
a bidding war,
but Frankie won't sell.

Well, one man's lamp
is another man's

"Please God,
get it out of here."

Alibi checks out for both
the councilperson

and the web-sleuth.
We are back to square one.

Maybe square two.

This is an email that Thomas
sent to KC the night
before he was killed.

"Screening starts
at 6:00 sharp,

"and by 7:31 everyone
will know who killed Raquel."

Boom!

I'm assuming this is
important information
because you said, "Boom".

The film that I've watched
three times in the last
day and a half

isn't an hour and 31 minutes.

Look, it's only
an hour and 29 minutes.

Maybe Thomas was bad at math.

Or maybe there's two minutes
of the film missing.

-Let's find out.
-(KEYBOARD CLICKING)

MEREDITH: Last edited
yesterday, 12:47.

More than three hours
after Thomas was killed.

He wasn't killed
to prevent the screening.

He was killed
so someone could edit out

two minutes
of incriminating footage

from the stolen computer.

If you're right,
whatever's in
that missing footage

is the key
to solving this case.

We have to find
an older version of the film.

How? Thomas' computer
was stolen and we have
the only other copy.

Not the only other.

-Where are you going?
-Tribeca Film Festival.

I thought Thomas
didn't get into that festival.

He submitted.

So at this moment
I'm considering that
a red carpet invitation.

WOMAN: Can I take your photo?

MAN: Right over here, sir.

Excuse me, are you
on the list?

All-access pass.

We need a DVD of a film.
Prom Murder?

I'm not sure I remember
that on the schedule.

That's 'cause you rejected it.

Ah, then it would be
in the storage room.

Come back on
Monday morning and I'll be
sure to have it waiting.

Monday isn't as now
as I was hoping.

Do you have a warrant?

BILLY: Not exactly.

I'm so sorry, but this is
the most important evening
of the entire festival.

We are
oversubscribed as it is.

And as you can see,
we are guest-list only.

But come Monday morning
and I'll be more than happy
to help, okay?

No problem at all.
Thank you so much.

-You're welcome.
-Hold this, please.

NYPD, I need to
commandeer this bad boy.

WOMAN: Wait,
what are you doing? Excuse...

It's faux-fur, no blood baths!

MAN 1: Thanks, guys.
Two "Ts" when you spell it,
okay?

-G-U, double T... Yeah.
-LAURA: Hi.

-Steve Guttenberg.
-Hi.

I'm Detective Laura Diamond.

You know, the Police Academy
movies inspired me
to go into law enforcement.

-Really?
-No.

But, uh, I am a cop

on a job and I need you
to walk me inside.

Let me see your badge.

Feel my boob.

-I'm sorry, what?
-Feel my boob.

My badge is in my bra.

-Okay.
-The other boob.

Oh, it usually takes me
a couple of drinks
to get to second base.

Okay, this is
my private security.

All right, back off!

No direct eye contact!

So, where do you
keep your gun?

Don't push it.

Excuse me, NYPD.

Oh, hey.

Here you go, man.
You deserve this more than me.

-Thanks.
-Hey, look, can you show me
to the storage room?

Yeah, sure, what do you need?

Okay, I'm looking for a copy
of a rejected movie.

That's where it'll be, right?

Yup, alongside about
10,000 of its loser friends.

You can start
in this room here.
If it's not in there,

I got two other rooms
you can check.

Bottoms up.

Cheers.

The tox screen is back.

The only drugs in
Raquel's system were
Lovirax and Accutane

for cold sores and pimples.

Common pre-prom cocktail.

So, KC was wrong
about Raquel using drugs,

but I was right.

Prom Murder.

Says right on the case
an hour and 31 minutes.

Hmm, a full
two minutes longer.

Nice work.

So, now all we have to do is
just sync them up and find the
two minutes we haven't seen.

Show time.

THOMAS: Ethan Skinner,
excuse me.

Can I speak to you about
the murder of your
high school girlfriend?

I'm sick of you people
trying to glamorize a tragedy.

Have some respect.

Leanne, get in the car.

Did that tell us anything
we don't know?

Just who killed Raquel.

Go back.

Now slow it down.
Not that slow. Just...

You can't backseat drive
my remote technique.

We're not married anymore.

-Okay, there. Stop.
-Have some respect.

You see how mad
Ethan looks right there?

He just realized
that the camera
caught something.

Something that would
give him away as a killer.

Stop. Okay, now zoom in.

More. More.

Okay, it's a little hard
to see here,

but Raquel's friends
would have easily spotted
that on the big screen.

Raquel's handmade
prom earrings

on Ethan's wife.

Boom!

Yes! These are mine!

They were stolen
from our house
about three months ago.

Well, I am so glad
we recovered them.

They really are unique,
where did you get them?

It's a funny story, actually.

So, last year I was
putting away the laundry

and I got this wild hair
to reorganize
my husband's sock drawer.

And there they were,
hidden way in the back.

Oh, that is a funny story.

-It gets better.
-Oh.

We're still two weeks
from my birthday.

You should have seen
the look on his face

when he walks in
and I'm wearing them.

-I bet.
-Poor guy!

I mean, I know I shouldn't
have ruined the surprise,
but I just loved them so much.

Yay.

Now, unfortunately I have to
make you go through each page

and sign these forms
to register a claim

to have the property
returned to you.

I'll just, uh,
have our assistant,
Mr. Carnegie,

stay with you while you fill
all these out, okay?

Hi.

The wife confirmed

that before Raquel's earrings
wound up in Oliver's pocket,

they were hidden away
in Ethan's drawer.

Well, that's good enough
for me.

-I'll have Laura and Billy
pick him up.
-Okay.

(SIGHS)

"F" to the "I", newbie,
you gave earring-girl
the wrong form.

She only needed the A-210.

No, no, no, Max,
I was trying to stall her!

-I was doing a thang!
-You don't do thangs!

Well, I am learning.

Leanne wasn't under arrest
so I couldn't take her phone,

but I wanted to make sure
that she was too occupied

-to call her husband.
-Oh! Okay.

-Um, I'll get Laura,
she'll fix it, right?
-Right.

I just called my husband
to give him the good news.

Oh, did you? What did he say?

It went straight to voicemail,
I forgot his phone was off.

-Bummer.
-But I texted him
a picture instead.

As soon as he turns it on,
he'll see me
with the earrings.

-Oh.
-Excuse me. You knew that
your husband's phone was off,

-any particular reason?
-He's doing some interview

with some obsessed reporter.

Anyway, thanks
for finding these.

(LAUGHING)

Gotta find Ethan
before he turns his phone on.

We know that he's with KC.

That could be anywhere.
She was all over the city
interviewing this week.

I can narrow it down
from anywhere

-to...
-(COMPUTER BEEPS)

...KC's apartment.

I "accidentally" dropped
Thomas' fob into KC's bag.

I knew that she
would snoop again.

And I knew that she would
get herself into danger.

ETHAN: ...it was hard
on all of us.

FRANKIE: She's livestreaming
the interview!

I was right!

KC is alone
with a serial murderer.

-You and Billy get over there.
-Okay.

And hurry!

Otherwise KC could be
his next victim.

(SIREN WAILING)

BILLY: We're seven minutes
out, Laura, do your thing.

I'm KC Moss, and we're
winding up today's episode

with my guest, Ethan Skinner,
who was Raquel's boyfriend.

Uh, we have time
for one more call.

Go ahead, caller.

LAURA: My question
is for Ethan.

I hope he can stay
for just a minute.

-Wait, is this...
-Uh, this is Anonymous
from Brooklyn.

Long-time listener,
first-time caller.

Hi, Anonymous.

Uh, what's your question?

Actually, I have
a special message for you, KC.

Your guest is a real-life EO.

-What's an EO?
-The EOs, the evil ones.

An exceptional one.

Ethan, you are so brave

to talk about all of this.

My question is a two-parter.

In fact, KC,

I just faxed in
the second part of it

'cause it's kind
of a visual thing.

If you want to go and grab it
while I ask the first part.

Sure thing.

I've got her out of the booth,
how close are you?

-Six blocks away.
-(SIRENS BLARING)

Anonymous, you have
a question?

LAURA: Yes. Yes.

You have been such
an inspiration through
all of this.

-What's your inspiration?
-My family, you know.

My wife, my kids,
they're everything to me.

Beautiful. You've been able
to create a meaningful life

after such a tragedy.

ETHAN: It hasn't been easy,
but, yes, I'm very lucky.

Oh, my God!

-(SIREN WAILING)
-Come on!

I never thought I'd love again
after what happened
with Raquel.

Your wife is so lucky.

I always knew in my gut
that you were just
the nicest guy around.

You're a murderer!

-KC, no.
-You killed Raquel!

These are her earrings.

You've had them
all these years?

Billy, I need you there now.

-Ethan...
-You're gonna pay for this.

Shut up. You have no idea
what you're doing.

I'm doing
what I set out to do.

I'm solving this murder.

Raquel was my friend
and you killed her!

-You don't understand.
-LAURA: No, but I do.

Ethan,
I understand everything.

Raquel was your first love

and she cheated on you!

Yes, you made a mistake.

But it was her fault,
she betrayed you.

Hell yes, she did!

I never meant
for any of this to happen.

I know. And that is why
you were able to move on

and create a beautiful life
all these years.

LAURA: And then
Thomas shows up

and threatens
to ruin everything.
You couldn't let that happen.

You have a family!
They love you.

-And they trust me.
-Yes.

I understand all of it, Ethan.

And the jury will, too.

You told Thomas to stop
and he wouldn't.

You're the victim here.

-It's not your fault.
-What about Oliver?

-KC, stop talking.
-He did nothing to you!

He was innocent
and you killed him!

Ethan, Eth... What's going on?

(CHOKING)

Ethan, talk to me.

(CHOKING)

-(DOOR OPENS)
-NYPD, hands up!

Hands up!

Show's over, let her go.

(COUGHING)

-Step outside.
-Look at me.

Look at me. Breathe.

-Breathe.
-LAURA: How is she?

She's gonna be okay, Laura.

Not after I deal with her.

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

I am so sorry.

I... I just couldn't resist.

Clearly.

So, how did you figure it out?

Raquel had Lovirax
in her system.

It's a common cold sore
medication.

But in 2001,
it wasn't FDA approved

for cold sore herpes,
just downstairs herpes.

She wasn't a virgin.

So, before she had sex
with Ethan on prom night...

She had to tell him
that she had cheated on him.

-He snapped.
-But Ethan had
an alibi that night.

Well, not for every second
of the entire night.

I mean, he could have
slipped out for a few minutes.

After all, it doesn't take
very long to kill someone.

-So I almost learned.
-You learn
anything else tonight?

Yes, I'm done
with web-sleuthing.

-For good.
-You better be.

Next time your fax
may be out of toner.

And then who knows
what happens.

-You believe her?
-Not for a hot minute.

Did you take the, uh,
tracking fob out of her purse?

Hell, no.

Girl can't help herself.

Congratulations, Detective.

You've closed three cases,
including one very cold case.

Really? I hadn't noticed.

-Ah.
-Hmm.

The boys drew a picture of us.

Ha! Man, they really got
my hair wrong.

And my name.

They're just excited
about the beach.

That's... That's all this is.

Nah, I understand. I...

You're moving on
with your life.

I encouraged it.

Not easy to see him here.

It used to be me.

It's still you.
It always will be.

Jake.

O Captain! My Captain!

Detective.

Bad day?

-I've had better.
-WAITER: What can I get you?

Oh, uh,
I'll have one of those.

You, uh... You selling it?

Uh, about to.

-(LAUGHS)
-Let me guess,
wedding present?

(STAMMERING) How did you know?

Well, you twirl your finger
whenever you get nervous,

particularly your ring finger.

-(SIGHS)
-Hey, listen,

I couldn't even imagine

losing a spouse
in the line of duty.

I am so, so sorry.

So, uh, Laura outed me?

Mmm, no, it was in
your personnel file.

As boss, I promise you,
I know way too much
about everybody.

-(LAUGHS)
-(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Oh!

$510!

You know, that would get me
all the way to Costa Rica.

You know, I also know
a thing or two about
holding on to the past.

It's not healthy.

Do it.

Do it!

-Plus, it's a really
ugly lamp.
-(BOTH LAUGHING)

Jesus! Okay.

-It's sold! Ah!
-Yeah, there you go.

I am going zip-lining
with monkeys.

You might want
to re-read that brochure.

Mmm. Whoo!

Yeah, these make me
almost as happy as Zingers.

-I'm afraid to ask.
-Zingers?

They're like if a Twinkie
and a Sno Ball had a baby.

Yeah, they're magic.

Thank you for the insight.

(LAUGHS)
And I thank you.

I...

...really needed someone
to talk to tonight.

-You know Wisconsin?
-Hmm.

So did I.

Need any help?

(CHUCKLES)

I can't believe
I'm asking this, but do you
have something called Zingers?

End of that aisle
at the bottom.

(DOOR CHIMES)

No, please.
I'll give you what you want!

(SCREAMING)

(DOOR CHIMES)

I want to report a shooting.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(THEME SONG PLAYING)