Unforgettable (2011–2016): Season 2, Episode 11 - East of Islip - full transcript

Here are Kafka's drops, she
needs that in 15 minutes.

And now this is Hexie.

She snarls at homeless
people, which is embarrassing,

but she has never bitten anyone.

Now Hixie only goes on the grass
in front of the children's zoo.

But Patches here will go anywhere

but please remember that
she is lactose intolerant.

- You sure you got all that?
- Totally. No milk for Hixie.

- Oh uh... Patches.
- No, th... th... that's Miso.

- Your dogs are fine with me, Ma'am.
- Okay.

- Dixie? Uh Dixie?!
- Hey!

- Hi!
- Patches?

This isn't Dixie, this is Patches, right?

That's Dixie. Dixie can't walk in
the heat for more than 8 minutes

without hyperventilating
and her tongue swelling up.

Miso will only poop on the
north side of 61st Street

and occasionally on the
doorman's shoes at the pier.

It's a long story. Hixie? He
needs an attitude adjustment

and that there is Kafka.

Kafka has cataracts and is
due for drops in... 14 minutes.

- Wow. How do you know all that?
- Oh well, I was eavesdropping.

- And... I remember everything.
- Listen, do you...

Do you wanna walk half of
them? I'll split the money.

Oh no, that's okay, I already
have a job. Here. Here you go.

Dixie left you a little surprise
over there by the fire hydrant.

I would pick it up if I were you.

I haven't got time, I've
gotta get to class...

No, no, really. You
might wanna pick that up.

Alright, have a good day!

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

Thought you could all use a little
change from your regular morning coffees

so fresh pressed organic
juices from Puna Press Express.

Try it.

- Oh! What's in this?
- What isn't?

It's a reset at gogo. It has
pineapple, ginger, lime and chili.

Chili?

- Okay.
- Oh, thank you.

I think I'll uh... save mine for lunch.

The grass alfalfa swirl? Come on,
it's the milkshake of the gods.

- And the cows.
- Mmhm.

- Hello.
- Special occasion?

Yes, actually. The weekend
is almost here so I got you

- a little surprise.
- I hate surprises.

Oh, come on, it's fennel juice.

- That's why I hate surprises.
- It's not really, it's lemonade.

Why don't you try it? Yum yum.

Unsweetened.

The truth is, I have a
little surprise for you.

How about a nice little paid vacation?

I have a little summer cottage
out on the island. It's all yours.

And what's the catch?

- Does there always have to be a catch?
- Yes.

Okay. It seems the mayor's
press secretary, Sandy Elsworth

he's got a little place
in Southampton Village

and I guess his kids are friends
with the kids of the mayor, out there.

- Mmhm. See?
- The point is, this morning

the body of a young woman washed up
on the beach in front of his house.

Southampton Village has officially
requested our assistance.

What, the local police can't handle it?

- Long Island serial killer.
- Exactly.

14 victims in the last 10
years, most of them young women

dumped on the shore. If this is
number 15, I want you guys out there.

So our little paid vacation is
actually hunting a serial killer.

Don't forget to pack sun screen.

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Yeah, she washed up right about here.

No ID, no shoes. Just the
dress she went in with.

I think he's back at it.

You think she is a victim
of the serial killer?

She fits the profile.

The previous victims were
all young attractive women

found near the water's edge. So...

Yeah, that's true. I believe
the were all dead as well.

I think what Al is trying to
say, is that we're gonna need more

- before we identify her as the 15th victim.
- Yeah, of course.

Fact is, the other girls,
they washed up farther west.

Along the ocean parkway, Gilgo Beach area.

Right, but based on my
analysis of the current patterns

I believe the body could have
been carried this far east.

Okay. I'd like to see that analysis. But
if she is number 15, it could also mean

our guy has got a new
dumping ground. Anyone ID her?

Canvassed the beach, throwing
some flyers around town.

So far no one has recognized her.

What about local fishermen? Maybe
one of them saw something unusual.

- Maybe.
- You haven't talked to them yet?

Sir, there are only 4 officers in
the Southampton Village police force.

One is away at his sister's
wedding. Two on parking patrol.

So it just leaves me.

- Okay.
- Hey, Jo.

So I hear your victim's at
some local morgue out there

and thought I'd come
up and give you a hand.

Oh no, Jo. Al and I've got
it. Don't ruin your weekend.

Carry, you have no idea
about these rural coroners.

I heard that some morgues're
doubling as feed stores.

Jo, it's the Hamptons, not Kansas, okay?

- How is the weather?
- The weather is great, it's nice.

Jo, you don't need to
come all the way out here.

I am telling you it is not a problem.

Yeah, I am getting the sense that it's not.

Oh, let me ask.

How is the house?

Some cottage.

Wow.

I wanna live here.

Great kitchen. I might just cook tonight.

- Wow, this is amazing.
- This fridge is bigger than my apartment.

Probably gets more light too.

Oh, my God.

Okay, so Eliot's little
cottage in the Hamptons

comes with a not so little pool.

And a Jacuzzi...

Doesn't really change anything but it
might actually explain a few things.

Yeah, like why he's so hard
to reach on the weekends?

Text from young officer Gosling.

They got a missing person
who's fitting our victim.

Parents just ID-ed the body.

Shelley Branigan, 23 years old from Islip.

Shelley was the best daughter
any parent could ever want.

She was my heart.

Mrs. Branigan, can you think of anyone
who might have wanted to hurt her?

- A jealous boyfriend?
- She didn't have a boyfriend.

She was studying to get her GED
and then go on to nursing school.

Of course that dream had to be put on hold

when James had his accident.

- What happened?
- Girder collapsed at my last construction job

crushed my leg.

- I'm so sorry.
- Did Shelley work?

It was a tough commute, but she
found something over in The Hamptons.

A waitressing job at
Junior's caf? near Waterman.

Excuse me.

- Who's the artist?
- Our son Spencer. He's 8.

He and his sister were very close.

According to bank records

Shelley recently deposited
$10,000 into a checking account.

Any idea where she could have
gotten that kind of money?

She made minimum wage plus tips, there
is no way she had that kind of money.

Everything here is how she left it.

The last time I saw her

she was getting ready to go out.

Any idea where?

I saw her for a minute
when she got back from work

around seven. She mentioned something
about a party, I don't remember where.

She was 23, I didn't ask.

Why didn't I?

Yeah. Hey, Dr. Webster.

Bet you don't encounter many of
these in your neck of the woods.

Can't say I do. Call me Jo.

Yeah. Theodore Bloomer. Ted.

'And my boy Joel who knew the stars

he used to say it took millions of years

for that speck of light
to get to the Earth.'

First time I've heard Thornton
Wilder recited at an autopsy.

Yeah well, we're doing 'Our
Town' at the Village Playhouse.

Let me guess, you're
playing the Stage Manager.

I wish.

Doc Gibbs, I had the lab coat.

Well, it looks like she's
been in the water a long time.

Judging by the decomposition
I would say a couple of days,

but she was dead before
she ever hit the drink.

How'd you reach that conclusion?

Well, there wasn't a
drop of water in her lungs

and besides, there is this.

Penetrating wound at the brachial
artery? You're thinking exsanguination?

Certainly not the MO of the
Long Island serial killer.

He strangles his victims.

Oh, you're familiar with those cases?

I should be, I autopsied 7 of them.

- I was not aware of that.
- Uh, judging from the wound

the murder weapon is approximately three
inches long, with rather dull edges.

- You're very thorough.
- For a country coroner.

What were you expecting? A potato farmer?

No, actually a feed store operator.

I was expecting a condescending
elitist from the city.

Well, now that we've gotten
that straightened out,

let's get to work, shall we?

Liver tests that we ran on
previous victims of the killer

showed a high alcohol content.

But her blood alcohol was .016,
that's a glass of wine at dinner.

Any idea what dinner was, or where?

Unfortunately the critters
devoured her stomach contents.

Few people realize that
starfish are carnivorous.

We're gonna have to perform an necropsy

if we're gonna learn
what she had for dinner.

Are you serious? You're gonna
do an autopsy on a starfish?

- Welcome to the seashore.
- Oh, man.

Shelley was super sweet.
All the customers loved her.

She ever had any problems
with anyone around here?

She pretty much kept to herself.

I mean, she didn't go out partying
like most of the kids around here.

Right. But her mom said she
was at a party Wednesday night.

If she was, I don't know about it.

She also just put $10,000
into her checking account.

- Any idea where that came from?
- Not from here, that's for sure.

She mentioned wanting to find
another job after her dad's accident.

Well, if you wanted to make extra
money, where would you go around here?

I'd check out the board.

People post all kinds of things on
there, waitressing jobs, catering.

How about a charter boat?

Pays good. If you can stand 8 hours
on the water, serving margueritas

to a boat load of drunk cidiots.

- Cidiots?
- Idiots from the city.

Present company excluded.

What about 'Green Dolphin
Charters'? Did she ever mention them?

I saw her talking to Todd about
it. I don't know if she followed up.

- Who is Todd?
- Todd Peck.

He owns Green Dolphin. He
comes in here sometimes.

Hey, Tim.

I took care of that last
registration last week.

- I hear about that, Todd.
- Hey Todd. You know Shelley Branigan?

No, but I heard they pulled some chick

out of the water over in
Southampton Village, is that her?

Why don't you tell me? I
found this in her bedroom.

I give those things out all
over town. Called marketing.

Oh, yeah? Well, this...
is called an arrest record.

And oh look! This one is yours.

Yeah. Attempted rape. In Maine.

That was an underaged college girl

who freaked out when I wouldn't marry her.

Todd, we've also got several unprosecuted
complaints against you from locals you hired.

Those are bogeys and you know it, Tim.

- Where were you Wednesday night?
- 'Down To Five Hall', it's a bar,

I got friends who can back me up.

You ever go sailing in
the Gilgo Beach area?

I go wherever my clients want me to,
depends on where the fish are running. Why?

That area happens to be the dumping
ground for the Long Island serial killer.

- Get the hell out of here.
- I got a waitress at Juniors cafe

who says you're a regular. She
says you knew Shelley Branigan.

- It's a small town.
- Guess what, Todd,

If you don't start talking, I'm
gonna set Tim here loose on your boat

and I'm sure he's gonna find
plenty of safety violations.

Okay, okay, I did know Shelley.

She called me up a few weeks
ago to work a charter trip.

Said she needed extra cash.

- I'm sure she just leapt at the chance.
- Actually she called me up a few days later

said she didn't need the money after
all. I figured she landed some trust fund,

that's what most of the girls
around here are looking for.

I'm gonna need to see your nautical
loggings from the past two years.

Come on, lady, I don't have time
for that. I've got a business to run.

No, you don't got a
business to run. Not anymore.

Oh yeah, look at this. Your permit.

Consider yourself closed
until further notice.

Tim, you're gonna let
her get away with this?

Can't be operating without a license, Todd.

According to these
logbooks, Peck was in Maine

when most of the serial killings occurred.

Just because he's not good
for the serial killings,

doesn't mean he didn't murder Shelley.

- Hey, Jo.
- Well listen,

- I emailed you some autopsy photos.
- Hang on a minute,

I'll put you on speaker, Al is here.

We're on speaker.

I'm here with Dr. Bloomer, the
Southampton medical examiner.

It was definitely homicide. The
victim bled out from a stab wound.

We found ligature marks on her wrists,

so it looks like she was tied with rope
and then weighed down with something.

- That's what a ligature is.
- I know, I'm telling them.

Hey, Jo.

I think I know where that rope might be.

Also, we believe the victims
last meal included caviar

and based on the roe a
very special kind of caviar.

Volga Reserve Osetra. It
starts at $5.32 an ounce.

Can't be too many places
serving that, even around here.

The last time I saw her, she
was getting ready to go out.

She mentioned something about a party.

Some cottage.

Dr. Bloomer, do you know of a family
around here by the name of Mortimer?

Uh yes, George Mortimer. He
has a place on Further Lane.

What do you know about him?
- He is rich, old money,

besides that just, you know, what you
hear fast boats, fast cars, fast horses.

His daughter is getting married, I think.

Oh, did I mention he's rich?

Carry, it doesn't sound as though
our victim kept that kind of company.

Well, she did the night she died.

- What the hell happened to you?
- Nothing, I'm fine.

Just you know that rope you wanted me
to find on the beach from the victim?

Well, it seems that stray
dogs don't take too kind

on having their chew toys
confiscated as crime scene evidence.

- So did you uh... get the rope?
- We'll have now.

Yes, my daughters engagement party.

Quite the little soiree.

Rowena, when you're done with
that, I need you in the kitchen.

Rapido, rapido, come on,
chop chop, you're killing me.

Uh, to tell you the truth,
I thought for sure uh...

you boys would be up here.

What, with the music
going until after two a.m.

Chicago Blues, my daughter loves it.

Flew the whole band out
here for the weekend.

Now what is this about
a murder investigation?

Her name is Shelley Branigan.

Her body was found on the
beach yesterday morning.

Oh of course, I heard about that.

Over at the Elsworth place.
Poor girl. What can I do for you?

We have reason to believe she was
at your home the night she died.

At our party? Uh, I don't think so.

Could she have been working,
sir? On the wait staff?

I suppose it's possible. Uhm... You
should check with Lizzy or Travis.

They organized the
event. I just paid for it.

Well, it must have been an incredible
night. I mean, the music, the food...

I bet she had an amazing time.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Yes, it uh... it was a magical evening.

And you served the Volga
Reserve Osetra caviar, I mean...

- Carrie.
- ... come on.

Really, I know, I know, I know. I
said I wouldn't say anything, but...

- But you are.
- I'm such a foodie.

I found the menu, someone must
have posted is online. That's...

I mean the Reserve? This time a year?

Well, you certainly know
your fish eggs, don't you?

Well, you're quite right, it is very rare.

In fact, I prefer it to the Beluga.

After all, your daughter
only gets engaged once.

- Yeah.
- You hope.

- Right.
- Would it be possible to speak with Travis?

Yes, this way.

Oh, excuse me for a second.

Hello?

There they are.

Travis is not much of a tennis player.

But he was top of his class at Worton.

He'll be joining us this fall at the firm.

Well, she wasn't one of my
guests. Did you invite her?

No, I've never seen her before. Sorry.

Maybe she worked on the catering staff?

Uh... I forgot, which one
did they go with, Travis?

Uh... the fishmonger, it's down
at the market on one of the streets

- with the name...
- Birch Road.

Right. I'm sure they
have a list of wait staff.

If it's okay, we'd also like
the invitation list to the party.

Oh, of course. But what makes
you think the poor girl was here?

We're not at liberty to say at this time.

Okay, we understand. We'll
forward you our list and RSVP's.

Whatever we can do to help.
I mean, my God. It's awful.

Alright, thanks.

- You want me to show you out?
- We're fine.

- Have you ever read 'The Great Gatsby'?
- Welcome to my world.

Mortimer's got a Bentley Convertible.

Parks in the handicap
every time he comes to town.

I must have given him 20 tickets
myself, I don't think he's paid a one.

Just donates to their statue
in the garden at City Hall.

- Welcome to the Hamptons.
- Well, it was nice back there

with the 'we're not at liberty' stuff.
- Oh, thanks.

- Where did you get that?
- Saw it on TV.

We have about 20 people
on our catering staff.

Mostly locals who've
been with us for years.

The catering supervisor is the one
that does the hiring and firing.

Hey, Bob?

Shelley Branigan? The name
doesn't ring a bell. Hey, Jerry?

It's not so hard. Here.
You're chewing it up.

Doesn't ring a bell, huh?

You know, let me check the staff list,
in case maybe she worked freelance.

Alright, Branigan? Branigan,
Branigan, Branigan...

- Sorry, no Branigan.
- You do a lot of work for George Mortimer?

A fair amount, he likes to entertain.

Yeah? Do any of his parties ever get...

I don't know... Crazy? Out of control?

Look. This doesn't come from me, okay?

- Mortimer is kind of a big man around here.
- Totally of the record, promise.

Alright. Some of my
waitresses have... you know,

- complained about him.
- Can you be a little more specific, Bob?

They say, once he's knocked back a few G
and T's, can't keep his hands to himself.

- Especially around the local girls.
- The ones who can't fight back, right?

- Right, those kind.
- Yeah.

Some town you got here, Tim.

- You grew up here?
- In Noyack.

After college I bummed around
the country for a bit, but

seagulls pulled me back here.

I guess the salt air gets
them in your blood, huh?

Hey Chris, how're you doing?

Hey everyone, come here.

- We wanna ask you a few questions.
- Come on, guys. Guys, come on.

Guys, guys, guys, stop playing games,
stop. Circle up, it'll take two minutes.

You were all on the invite list for
the Mortimers party the other night.

I wanna know if you recognize this woman.

- No.
- Did you look at it?

- Hey, take a look.
- Guys, focus.

- Did you see her?
- No, she don't look familiar.

You sure?

- No, not me.
- No.

- No.
- No.

Okay, thanks. Let us
know if you hear anything.

Why'd that kid seemed
embarrassed that you knew him?

- Chris?
- Yeah.

Well, he's a local.

His dad is a plumber here in town,
he wants to be one of the big guys.

Give me a second.

Chris? Come here. I wanna talk to you.

Listen, I've been doing this a long
time. I think you've got more to say.

- Ahh, I gotta...
- Hey Chris.

A girl's dead. Local kid, just like you.

I don't wanna stir anything up,
alright? These guys are my friends.

Yeah, you really believe that?

You think you'll still be in their
lives, when they go back to Manhattan,

or Moscow, or wherever it is they're from?

Alright, I might have
seen her at the party.

But I'm not sure.

Where?

- Backyard.
- Was she with anyone, talking to anyone?

No, she was pretty much on her own,
She seemed a little out of place.

Probably why I picked up on her.

- Been there.
- Me too.

Thanks for stepping up.

So I went over the serial killer
case files with Dr. Bloomer.

And the previous victims were all
strangled and partially dismembered.

Frankly this case does not fit the bill.

What?

What is it with you and this Bloomer guy?

Every time you talk about him, you get
this weird little smile on your face.

I just find him interesting,
that's all. And he is actually doing

a play at the local theatre,
how many coroners do...

Right there, there it is, there it is.

- This weird little smile on your face.
- Honey, I'm home.

- So I checked with the lab.
- Yeah.

That rope from the beach?

It's sold with a specific
brand of Zodiac dinghy

and guess who owns two of them.

- George Mortimer.
- How'd you know?

Hey, Carrie.

The jets in the Jacuzzi aren't jetting.

Jay?

Hey.

I uh...

Thought you guys could uh... use some help.

With the Jacuzzi?

No, I thought I could cross
reference some suspect profiles...

- run some data analysis...
- Jay?

I also understand you need
some access to financial files.

Jay, he's not... he's not buying it.

Okay, look. The city is a freaking
sauna, my air conditioning is busted

and I really wanted to check
out Eliot's place, so...

Alright Jay, but you're
gonna have to earn your keep.

Really? Uh... Well, when do we start?

Yeah, Tim. Okay, we'll meet you there.

How about now? We got a
warrant for Mortimers place.

Yes.

What's the probable cause for this search?

- It's all right here in this warrant.
- This is absurd.

I found this one in the Zodiacs.
Thought we could compare it

- to the rope from the beach.
- Looks like it just came of the shelf.

Did you just buy a new
anchor for your boat?

- You don't have to answer that, George.
- I most certainly did not.

What're they doing with that spray?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah,
yeah. Watch where you step.

- That's called luminol.
- And what is luminol?

It's a kind of luminescent, which
means it glows in the presence of blood.

Alright, we're ready. Lights out.

Just like that.

Don't say a word.

There were over 250 people
at his home for that party.

Anyone of them had access to
that boat house. End of story.

I have another story. Shelley
was an attractive young woman.

Maybe you'd seen her at Juniors
on Montauk Highway? Maybe not.

But that night? She caught your eye.

You invited her down to the
boat house for a little fun.

Things got hot, she rejected you.

You killed her, let's say accidentally.

- That is preposterous.
- George, don't say another word.

Lieutenant Burnes is telling us a story.

At first you panic, but then you realize
you have the perfect escape route.

The water. So you throw
her body into the Zodiac,

tie her to an anchor, dump her in the sea.

Problem is, the rope
frays, the body surfaces.

Floating inconveniently ashore,
bringing us all here today.

That is a fine story, Lieutenant.

I suggest you hold on to it.

Who knows? It might even make a
fine novel or screenplay some day.

You may have even found
your own true calling.

But know this...

if you ever call my client in here
again and accuse him of murder...

it'll be the only calling available to you.

We're leaving now.

- What are you doing here?
- I heard you had a big fish on the line.

- He just swam right by you.
- Oh.

Let me guess, thought you'd
come out, give us a hand?

How did you know I was gonna say that?

- Hey, everybody.
- Hello.

Murray, how do you like your bluefish?

Jay, that is a very personal question.

No, I was just asking. What?

- Surprise me, Jay.
- You won't be disappointed.

Did you get anything on that anchor?

It's what we thought. Luminol showed

a lot of blood all over the boat
house, nothing on the anchor.

So if we proof Mortimer bought
the new anchor, we got him.

You know what, I'll check all the
nautical supply shops in the area.

Yeah, you do that. I got this.

Come on.

Oh Murray, would you
get that for me, please?

Hello. Oh, uh...

Sure, just... hold on one second.

- It's Ted for Jo?
- Ted? Who is Ted?

Oh, it's just a work
thing, it's the local M.E.

Hello...

Okay, there are literally like a
thousand nautical stores on the island.

Yeah, so get started. I got this.

- Are you sure you're not hungry?
- No, I don't have that much of an appetite.

No? Okay, suit yourself.

Yeah, check that out.
His family has produced

three Congressmen, two Secretaries
of State and an Ambassador to Sweden.

And a hell of a fortune.

Yeah, more money than Shelley Branigan will
see in a thousand lifetimes, it doesn't...

It doesn't seem fair, does it?
- That's the American way.

Every town's got one,
that big house on the hill.

But what was a little girl
from Islip doing there?

Okay, I've been going through the phone
records from the diner here Shelley worked.

It turns out there's a two minute phone
call from there to the Mortimer house.

- When?
- A few days ago.

- That's enough for me.
- I know.

No, no, you're forgetting Mortimer's
lawyered up, we can't go even near him.

No, I'm sorry, Eliot is not
here, can I take a message?

Rowena! Rapido, rapido, come on, chop chop.

Maybe we don't have to.

I really shouldn't be here. If Mr.
Mortimer finds out, I could be fired.

I understand, that we've put
you in a uncomfortable position,

by asking you here, but we
really do appreciate your help.

Here it is, Shelley Branigan.

She called last Monday afternoon and
said she was a waitress at some diner.

Did she ask for Mr. Mortimer?

No, the call was for Ms.
Lizzy's fiance Mr. Harrington.

Ms. Branigan said he left his jacket at
the restaurant, he should come get it.

You sure it wasn't for Mr. Mortimer?

Oh yes, Ms. Branigan? She asked for Travis.

She knew his name.

Huh.

I went to Juniors with a bunch of
friends after drinking one night.

- Must have forgotten my jacket then.
- You said you didn't recognize Shelley.

- I don't.
- Ah.

Travis, we know she waited on you that
night at Juniors cafe, we have receipts.

Like I said, I'd been out drinking,
I didn't recognize the photo.

Yeah, here's the thing, Travis.

When she called the Mortimers
house, she asked for you... by name.

So she knew who I was.

Like it or not, it happens out here.

Mr. Harrington, we did a little
digging into your financials,

we understand you made a $10,000 withdrawal
from your bank account a few days ago.

I've got a wedding coming up, that
money was a retainer for the florist.

Is that an EpiPen?

Oh... Yes. Peanut allergy.

- Who's the artist?
- Our son, Spencer, he's 8.

Excuse me for a second.

Hey Jo, I need you to
check something for me.

Engagement party. Sometimes local
kids try to crash our parties.

You know, free food and booze.
Maybe she came with someone.

Maybe.

So I was wrong, guys. There are only
737 nautical supply shops on Long Island.

In other words, you
haven't traced the anchor.

Whoa, easy boss. I mean, I'm working
with some very cool tools here.

I'm lucky if I can get 3GI here

plus I'm running some kind of
RF-interference on the wireless...

In other words, you
haven't traced the anchor.

Okay, if you put it that
way. But I'm working on it.

- What do you have on Travis?
- Well, first off...

He's not who he says he is.
I ran a full background check.

He grew up as Travis Harlow in Islip.

He and Shelley were in
the same class at school.

- I knew it.
- Knew what?

Hey Jo, what do you got?

That's what I thought.
Okay, thank you. Bye.

- So what do you know?
- Come with me, I'll show you.

Travis is a good kid, he came
from a really rough family,

a lot of drinking and fighting.

He and his brother Robby used
to hang out at our house a lot.

I'm sorry but Travis and
Shelley grew up together.

You didn't think this was
important for us to know?

They haven't seen each
other in over 8 years.

You mean ever since Spencer was born.

Did you know that peanut
allergies are 85% genetic?

Spencer and Travis both have one.

So do a lot of people.

Mrs. Branigan, we know Shelley had a baby.

Her autopsy proved it. There are
records at St. Barnibas Hospital

- in Islip...
- That is not true.

How can you come into
our home and say that?

We have the records if
you'd like to see them.

- Spencer is our son.
- Sandra. Stop.

We can't keep going on like this.

You are right.

Shelley had Spencer when
she was 15 years old.

- With Travis.
- Yeah.

They were just kids, so we made a deal.

Travis signed away his parental rights,

we adopted Spencer and
raised him as our own.

You told us you didn't even know Shelley.

But the fact is, you had a
child with her. Why did you lie?

We slept together once
when we were 15. Once.

It wasn't like we had a relationship.

- Tell that to your son.
- Those were rough years.

My mom was an alcoholic and
my dad beat the crap out of us.

When Sandra and Jim offered to take
Spencer, it seemed like a solution.

At least he'd grow up in a stable home.

So you got the hell out of Islip,
changed you name, came back a new man.

I went to school.

Worked my ass off and made something
of myself, if that's what you mean.

Then Shelley found you again and
threatened to ruin everything.

She wasn't looking for me.

I ran into her at Juniors,
beginning of the summer.

First time in years.

She told me about her fathers accident
and said they were strapped for cash,

- so I helped her out.
- With the $10,000

you withdrew from your account.

I didn't have to give her a cent,
legally. I just felt bad for her.

Well, maybe you just wanted to shut her up.

If George Mortimer found out
you lied about who you were

and you had an 8-year old
son, I doubt you'd still be

the prize catch for his precious daughter.

Just because I fathered a child
at 15, doesn't mean I'm a killer.

No, but it gives you motive.

- Maybe I should get a lawyer.
- Maybe.

You were at the house, you had
a relationship with the victim,

and you lied to us. It's not looking good.

Look,

We're gonna find the person that sold
you that new anchor and that's it, Travis.

You're going away, it's
just a matter of time.

Alright.

I did it.

I killed Shelley, but it was an accident.

- Tell me what happened.
- She showed up at the party.

Threatened to tell Lizzy everything.

And she demanded $50,000 to go away.

I took her down to the boat house
to try and talk some sense into her

but she wouldn't listen.

She got violent, came at me with a knife.

I managed to get it away from her.

Next thing I knew, there
was blood everywhere.

She was dead in like three minutes.

I don't buy it, not for a second. Too easy.

Yeah, I thought so too. So what's he doing?

- I don't know.
- Yeah, Jay.

Okay, I hit pay dirt. Nautical store in
Medford confirms they sold that anchor.

Had the serial number and everything.
Manager said the guy came in early.

Was it Travis?

Well, the clerk who sold
it, was gone for the day,

manager's pretty fuzzy,
couldn't ID Travis's photo's,

but he remembers the guy
pulled a big wad of cash

out of a money clip when he paid for it.

The catering supervisor is the one
that does the hiring and firing.

- Thanks.
- Hey, Bob.

He and his brother Robby used
to hang out at our house a lot.

- A scrimshaw money clip?
- Yeah, actually.

Jay, do me a favor, uh, call the
fishmonger over on Birch Road.

There was a supervisor there by the
name of Bob. I need his full name.

Copy that.

What's Bob the supervisor
got to do with anything?

He had a money clip and I
saw him shucking oysters.

It's not so hard. You're chewing it up.

Shelley was killed by a 3
inch blade with dull edges.

- Oyster knife.
- An oyster knife, that's our murder weapon.

- Yeah Jay, go ahead.
- Okay, you guys ready for this?

Bob's full name is Robert Harlow.

As in Travis Harlow.

So George Mortimer's future son-in-law
and Bob the Oyster Shucker are brothers.

That's why Travis confessed so
fast. He's protecting his brother.

He knows Robert did it and
he's taking the fall for him.

What do we do with Travis? We
just arrested him for murder.

That's right. We just arrested him.

Everyone knows big city cops would
play fast and lose with the rules.

You caught a break.

Mr. Mortimer called in a
favor with Judge Addison.

- What happened?
- These cops from the city

screwed up big time.

Continued asking questions
after you asked for a lawyer.

I got the whole thing on video.

Addison took one look,
invalidated lay the arrest warrant.

You're free to go.

Just like that?

Well, it helps if judges
owe you favors, I guess.

I wouldn't go too far, if I were you.

- Seem like he bought it?
- Let's just hope it works, huh?

Yeah, Murray?

Phone tap just intercepted a call
from Travis to his brother Robert.

Told him to meet him at
the marina in an hour.

- Travis has a boat out there, Al.
- They're gonna run.

Subject just arrived. Exiting vehicle.

He's carrying a duffel bag.
- Copy that. Big brother is in the boat yard.

What the hell is this?

- I thought we were gonna make a plan.
- Yeah, this is the plan.

Take the money, take
the boat, go somewhere.

Don't come back. I brought
some clothes and stuff.

- No, come on Travis.
- God, Bobby, why'd you have to kill her?

I told you, bro. She
was gonna take you down.

- Not enough, he has to say it.
- All hold.

So she wanted money, big deal.

A 100 grand, that's a big deal to me.

- You told me 50.
- Whatever, 50, a 100.

Did she even mention money?

Travis, I know her kind of people, our
kind of people. She wanted one thing.

- What did she say?
- She said she wanted to talk to you.

Say goodbye, I know what that meant.

She knew I'd be heading back to the
city and we'd never see each other again.

She didn't want to embarrass
me by coming by my house

so she came to the party.

Where she knew there'd be a
million people. To say goodbye.

I don't know, a little late for theories.

- Get out of here, now.
- And what are you gonna do?

And even if I disappear,
you can't talk to Lizzy.

- You can't tell her.
- About what? About what? About Shelley?

About my son I have to.

She'll drop you before the
words are out of your mouth.

- I don't care.
- You can't, Travis. You...

You're gonna throw it all away.

Alright, I screwed up, but

everything I sacrificed so
that you could be somebody.

I worked triple shifts to
put you through college.

I know what you did.

Listen to me, they got nothing.

We need to get our stories straight.
- Goodbye, Rob.

No, no, no, listen, listen,
listen. Alright, we can go together.

- I know a guy in Halifax.
- I'm staying, Robbie.

Get over here, get the damn boat, Travis.

You understand what I
did? I killed for you.

I didn't ask you to.

- That's it, let's go.
- Go, go.

All units reply. Move.

You didn't ask me? Huh? You didn't ask me?

- Police, don't move.
- Hands, hands.

Get up, now. Back off, back off.

Alright, keep your hands up.

Nice, we got them.

Every day you asked me, since
you were a kid. 'Help me'.

So I gave you a chance.

- Come on, walk.
- We were okay.

Call it in.

Oh well, looks like it's back to
confiscating beach fireworks for me.

- I really enjoyed my time with you guys.
- Likewise. Thank you.

- Hello?
- Oh hey.

Just checking in, making sure you
people haven't trashed my house.

Well, it's still early, boss.

I hear congratulations are in order, so...

I brought some champagne-type
substance from a local vineyard.

- It's quite a place you got here, Eliot.
- Thank you.

Salt or no salt?

Really? You don't remember?

What? That the last time we had
margarita's was October 23rd, 2002.

- No, no, no, no.
- Winterfest, Henry's Square.

No, it wasn't.

I know. My birthday party at the Habla
was last year. I'm just keeping you honest.

- Enjoy your salt.
- Thank you very much.

You're thinking about Shelley, aren't you?

I don't know. She wanted
to see the father of her son

move forward, get closure
and it got her killed.

What about Travis? What does
he get? Obstruction, accessory?

My guess is, the Mortimers would be
very happy to have this all just go away.

My guess is, you're right.

His dream must have seemed so close
that he could hardly fail to grasp it.

Gatsby.

Oh, not a story that ends very well. Ever.

Hey, I got a suggestion. Major Crimes
just set up a Long Island division.

From June to Labor day.
- Hear, hear.

I'll drink to that. Whoa.

Hey guys, let's get a picture.
Let's do this, let's take care of it.

Ready, guys? Squeeze in.

Hey, guys! Give me a shot.

Alright, ready? And... 1,2,3 smile

And yeah!