All language subtitles for The.Mysteries.of.Laura.S01E07.WEBRip.x264-ION10

(HUMMING)

(SCREAMING)

¶ Take it

¶ Take another little piece
of my heart now, baby

¶ Break it

¶ Take another little piece
of my heart, you know

¶ Yeah, yeah, have it

¶ Have another little piece
of my heart now, baby

WOMAN: Excuse me.

¶ You know you got it,
if it makes you feel good ¶

You're flat.

Flat.

Please, that song is my jam.

Used to be your jam.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm just saying,
the older we get

hearing starts to go,
vocal cords get creaky.

There's nothing creaky
about my cords!

(SIGHS)

Billy better nurse his mother
back to health quickly.

I prefer a partner
who just listens to me vent,

and agrees
with everything I say.

I remember,
I was married to you.

-Thank you.
-Oh, come on, Koreatown.

There's a trash bin,
just right over there.

Oh, wow!

I remember this beer
from college,

pretty much all I remember.

What are we looking at,
Reynaldo?

Blunt force trauma
to the head.

Somewhere between midnight
and 4:00 a.m.

So, the killer

whacks our victim on the head,
dumps him in the trash.

-Classy.
-LAURA: Murder weapon?

REYNALDO: That is unclear.

It is an odd-shaped wound,
that's for sure.

LAURA: Anything else?

Found a sticky substance

in the wound,
most likely transfer.

I'll see if the lab
can ID it.

David Sarkizian.

Sarkizian Gallery.

Oh, West Chelsea.

Last time I drove by

that place there was
a 6-foot neon chocolate
bar in the window.

I may have dreamt that.

Laura, you still dreaming?

Maybe.

No one is hung like this.

Hey, just get right in there.

Ooh!

Good eyes.

Could be 20 grand.

Some package.

Not a bad
dating strategy either.

Well, so, why didn't
the killer take it?

Maybe he didn't think
of feeling up the guy's junk.

Unlike some people I know.

Or it wasn't a robbery.

There's another reason
why this guy was killed.

(LAURA SIGHS)

Yow.

The same "art"

they make us buy,
at the boys' school auction.

I still use that plate

with the handprints
of all their classmates.

LAURA: I'd retire that.

The boys told me,
the big splotch in the middle
is a butt print.

No, but seriously,
how does all this crapola

end up in a pricey gallery?

When the crapola creator
is sleeping with the boss.

May I help you?

Uh, NYPD.

We are here to talk about
David Sarkizian.

I am Angela, David's sister.

He's not in trouble again,
is he?

I'm so sorry.

Your brother was killed
this morning.

ANGELA: No!
JULIUS: Incompetent framer
screwed up again!

You want something done,
you have to do it yourself.

What's going on here?

(SOBBING) Daddy...

It's David.

Mr. Sarkizian.

Your... Your son
has been murdered.

Well, with the life he led
it doesn't surprise me

he'd end up like this.

You'll have to excuse my dad.

Your father said
he wasn't surprised

by what happened,
considering the life
David led.

David, uh, was a screwup.

A very sweet screwup.

College dropout,
and always getting
into trouble.

He tried so hard
to prove himself,

but it was never good
enough for Dad.

Can't believe he's gone,
and they never made up.

Any idea what your brother
was doing in Koreatown

last night,
with $20,000 cash on him?

It's a lot
of walking-around money.

No idea about the money.

As for Koreatown,
he would go to
some karaoke place.

I saw one of those a block
from the crime scene.

Please, if you find
out anything,

call my cell.

(SINGING IN KOREAN)

Excuse me, have you
seen this man?

Excuse me,
you recognize this man?

Have you seen
this man last night?

(SPEAKING KOREAN)

You've got
a search warrant, Detective?

Captain. Why would I
need a search warrant?

You recognize this man?

No.

All right, we can
do this the easy way,

or tomorrow
you can get a visit
from the health inspector.

I don't know if I'd give
those wings an A.

(SPEAKING KOREAN)

You can't do that.

I pay my taxes!

(SPEAKING KOREAN)

(LAURA SINGING LOUDLY)

What kind of place
are you running here?

You know you're supposed
to cut them off,
when they get drunk.

(SPEAKING KOREAN)

(LAURA CONTINUES SINGING)

(WOMAN SPEAKING KOREAN)

You can't be in here.

Well, well, well.

This sure looks like
an illegal poker game to me.

Definitely a place
my homicide victim

could have won $20,000.

I'm gonna ask you
one last time.

Was this man
at the poker game last night?

(SPEAKING KOREAN)

I recognize his face.

Good.

Now we're getting somewhere.

I'm gonna need a list

of the names of all the people
at the game last night.

I don't know names!

Every month I get
an envelope, 10,000.

I don't ask questions.

Is this a seating chart?

Yeah, what are these?
Nicknames?

Hollywood.

Kid, 47.

When's the next game?

-Tomorrow night.
-Tomorrow night.

All right,
if that game is canceled

I will know
who tipped them off.

Are we clear?

(SINGING IN KOREAN)

(LAURA VOCALIZING)

JAKE: Nice decoy, show-off.

Good night, Koreatown!

(FEEDBACK WHINES)

Captain!

Didn't find anything unusual
in the victim's apartment,

and there is nothing
in the security footage
from the gallery.

Unless you count
a gaggle of schoolgirls

not texting.

4G must have been down
in Chelsea.

Nah, our best lead so far
is this poker game.

So, we hit it
and badge everyone
who walks in?

No, I want to keep it
on the DL.

We have to figure out a way
to get somebody

in that poker room.

If one of the players
is the murderer,

he's much more likely
to talk freely to another
player than a cop.

Well, we all know
who the precinct shark is.

JAKE: Diamond?
LAURA: Hmm?

How would you like
to play in a high stakes
poker game tonight?

I'll pass.

I'm already booked for a game
of high-stakes Candyland.

You weren't made as a cop
at the karaoke bar,

and you're a player,
and I lost my shirt to you
on our third date.

Hmm, and your pants.

That was a good game.

No, I'm seriously rusty.

Well, I know someone
who can help you
get your game back.

No!

No, no, no, no, no!

No way!

I need you,

and you need him.

(SIGHS)

LAURA: Police!

Permission to enter.

MAN: No!

Hi, Dad.

Wow! Love what you've
done with the place, Dad.

Hardy har har.

Call Jimmy Fallon,
I just found the next
great stand-up.

I'm going undercover tonight

in a high-stakes poker game.

What?

You can't just walk
into a game like that,
and fake it.

That's why I'm here.

To brush up.

Suppose the twins
are in college by now.

It hasn't been that long.

Though, much longer,
and one of us could be dead.

Who's dying?

Are you sick?
I told you not to eat organic.

I'm fine.

I just need to practice.

Sure.

Soon as you apologize.

For what?

"For what?" she says.

For last Thanksgiving,
Raggedy Ann.

I should apologize?

How about you apologize?

Me? I was just trying to help.

-That wasn't helping!
-Hey...

Not gonna talk to you,
if you're gonna act crazy
like your mother.

You know what?
Incredibly annoying statements

like that,
are exactly why Mom left.

And why I am leaving now!

Good! Go!

Have a nice life!

(DOOR SLAMS)

Raggedy.

I just heard from Laura.
Based on the tone in her voice

doesn't sound like
this undercover poker game
is gonna work out.

Any luck decoding
that seating chart?

I googled poker, uh, violence,

and the number 47.

And one name kept coming up.

T. J. Cantrell.

Apparently, he's some sort of
pro football player.

Yeah, it's no surprise,
T. J. Cantrell's in that game.

He got sidelined
for the season
with a torn rotator cuff.

He's been in one trouble
to the next ever since.

Let's see what we got here.

Yeah, see? Beat up a bouncer.

Scratch that,
he beat up two bouncers
at the same time.

Not to mention the drunk
and disorderly calls.

We need to talk to this guy.

Well, I think I know
exactly where to find him.

Posted this eight minutes ago.

Why do guys insist on coming
to places like this?

Because we're guys.

So true.

Easiest money I ever made.

Wait a minute.

You did this?

How do you think
I paid for college?

Really?

You wish.

There's our boy.

T. J. Cantrell,

NYPD.

Call my lawyer.

You can call him
from the precinct.

How about I stomp
your ass, tiny.

MEREDITH:
Detective Tiny to you.

We just have
a few questions, man.

I'm a busy man.

The ladies are about to give
me a whipped cream
dance in my ride.

Feel me?

-All right...
-I could give you
a whipped cream

dance right here, big boy.

-Oh, yeah?
-You can even put
a cherry on top.

(GRUNTING)

MEREDITH: Oh, I'm sorry.

Is that your torn rotator?

My bad.

I think we have some Icy Hot
down at the precinct.

What do you say,
we get in my ride?

You can tip me on the way.

You feel me?

Maybe I met that guy once.

Like I told you.
I only play in that
game sometimes.

But I wasn't there last night.

I was with Verlene.

Verlene.

Would that be your wife?

One of the...

Entertainers we found
you with,

or your new girlfriend?

Hmm, yeah.

I read Page Six,
what can I say?

She's the woman who raised me.

I drove her to church.

That woman loves her bingo.

We'll check it out,
but in the meantime

I need you to make
a phone call and get
one of our detectives

in that poker game tonight.

-And, if I don't?
-If you don't

then Verlene gets a copy
of Page Six.

(SIGHS)

Thought so.

Diamond.

Get your game right.
You're in.

Look who didn't get
the memo about skin cancer.

Look who had
a change of heart.

No, no change of heart.

I am here on police business,
are you gonna help me or not?

Feisty, feisty, sugar spicety.

Here's my condition.

If you are expecting
an apology, that's...

No, no, no apology.

New deal.

I'll give you
a refresher course.

If you let me spend a day
with my grandsons.

A quid pro quo
as we say in the law game.

Being disbarred means

you're no longer
in the law game.

And I'm your daughter.

You don't have
to quid pro quo me,

if you want to see the boys

all you have to do is ask.

-I'm asking.
-Fine.

Tomorrow.

No sweets.

Done and done!

Come on,
let's play some cards.

You got a deck?

What are we going to
use for money?

New hiding place
for my Halloween stash.

We'll use them as chips.

What did I tell you
about these little boxes?

Some crazy hippie
can open one up,

put a piece of acid in there.

Do you want Nick and Harry

to be tripping
the light fantastic?

Yeah, that's what I want.

Deal.

Just like old times, huh?

Pair of diamonds.

-You get it?
-Yeah, I get it.

I got it when I was five.

You always were a smart kid.

I don't know what happened.

That's your bet?

Come on.

Are you not looking
at the flop?

You gotta float it.

You gotta take down the pot

when I check on the turn.

Shush.

Now you're shushing?

You came to me, sister,
listen and learn.

Oh, that's ironic.

Well, here we go,
$5 word alert.

"Ironic."

Let me ask you this,

what pile of poop
did I step in now, Ms. Ironic.

I just think it's funny

to be told to listen and learn

by a man who never listens

and never learns.

I listen and learn plenty.

Got me through law school.

It put chicken cutlets
and mashed potatoes
on your plate

for 18 years.

Thank you very much.

Don't futz with your cards,
you're indicating.

I appreciate
what you provided for me.

What I don't appreciate,

is when I tell you
over and over, ad infinitum...

"Ad infinitum"!

A $10 word, now get them
while they're hot!

Shush!

That I am perfectly capable
of making my own
decisions in life.

(SIGHS)

Why is it with us

always an argument?

Look at them, huh?

1979.

We spent all summer
getting you up on two wheels.

We never argued once.

Because you had
giant orange headphones on

the whole time,
listening to the Yankees.

Those were good headphones.

(CHUCKLES)

They don't make headphones
like that anymore.

-LEO: Hmm.
-Straight flush.

(WHISTLES)

Come to Mama!

Now you're ready
for that game.

No kidding,
I just kicked your ass.

And I just showed you how,

again.

Red Velvet,

as in the cake.

T. J. called me in.

-MEREDITH: She's in.
-Okay, hotshot, we got
eyes on you.

What's the vibe in there?

Same as every table
I've ever sat at.

Smug-looking one,
must be Hollywood.

A kid in a hoodie.

Looks way too young
to even be here.

Hiya.

I'm a newbie.

Heard this was where
all the big action is.

Oh, okay.

Do your parents know
where you are?

Yeah, I just bought
them a loft in Tribeca.

Smart money's

not on the kid.

20K is chump change
for Zuckerberg.

JAKE: Copy that.

Keep it loose,
so they don't suspect you,

and try to get names
if you can,

so we can run backgrounds.

Oh, and, uh...

I brought an advisor,

in case you wanted
a little help

with the game.

Don't short stack
a pocket pair.

Play the man, not the cards.

I'm excited!

LAURA: (SLURPING) Oh!

Is anything better
than a scotch and ginger,
who's with me?

Refill, please!

Whoa!

Did not expect to see
that kind of bet on the river.

What do you expect?

He's a virgin.

Virgin, means fatso's
a first-timer.

He's never been
in this game before.

Which basically
rules him out as the perp.

Moving on.

Get us more
on the sketchy Russian.

That dude could kill a guy.

Late night, Comrade?

She must have been something,
to wear you out.

Jet lag.

Took the red-eye from Vegas,
two nights ago.

Hmm.

Alex Grozny.

Call me, Sasha.

Bite me.

Sketchy Sasha checks out.

He was 30,000 feet
above Santa Fe,
when David was killed.

Moving on.

LAURA: Hey, handsome.

I've been wondering all night,

are you an actor?

Director, actually.

(LAURA GASPS)

You seen Blood Wedding IV?

Oh, I stopped at III!

-I'll send you a Blu-ray.
-Oh!

Enough chitchat,
and bet already, will you?

He's just mad because
I crushed this game last time.

No motive if he was
the big winner the night
David was killed.

We're looking
for the big loser.

Down to your last
chips, maniac?

She's tipping us off.

A maniac is a player
that does a lot of
aggressive betting

and raising,
they're dangerous.

Could be our bad guy.

You better not be dealing
from the bottom.

Mmm!

(SLURPING)

Time for a refill.

I didn't get your name,
sweets.

-Bridget.
-Oh.

I love that name.

If I were a betting woman...

Oh, hello. (LAUGHS) I am!

I would say that
you're no cocktail waitress.

I'd say...

You run this game.

And I'd say,
you're not a newbie.

Not the way you play.

LEO: A hot tamale!

Reminds me of Laura's mother,
back in the day.

Especially that caboose! Whoo!

Did not need to know that.

Okay, get back to the game.

It's time to force some hands.

Okay.

So...

David Sarkizian.

I heard, he really
took it down the other night.

So, who did he clean out?

(LAUGHING)

So this is really how
you're all going to play it?

Well, then.

I'm all in.

You're a cop.

It's him, it's him.
We're going in. Come on.

JAKE: NYPD!

-Where's Bridget?
-Who?

The sexy hostess.

-What about this guy?
-He flipped the table on me,
just stood there.

Bridget bolted the second
I said David's name.

MEREDITH: Ugh!

You're welcome!

MEREDITH: Police! Stop!

Move, move, move!

Bridget!

-Bridget!
-(BRIDGET GRUNTING)

(MEREDITH GRUNTING)

You are under arrest!

And if I tore these jeans,

you owe me $300.

Bridget Michaels, two priors

for promoting gambling,
reduced to probation,
no time served.

You must have
one hell of a lawyer.

Do I need to call him?
Come on.
Ran a little poker game.

It's a victimless crime.

Same can't be said for murder.

No idea what you're
talking about.

David Sarkizian.

What happened?

He run up a little
gambling debt on you?

You see him win 20 grand,
you want it for yourself?

I had nothing to do
with his death.

-What am I missing here?
-(CHUCKLES)

I met David a year ago.

A sweet guy.

Terrible card player.

When I heard he had a gallery

I approached him
about doing a little business.

Hmm, what kind of business?

Cleaning my money
from the game.

Ah, so David
was your money launderer.

I had been using a guy
named Titus Bosch.

He'd take my cash
from running the game

and sell me paintings.

Then I'd resell
them at auction.

Voila, we got clean money.

So, why switch to Sarkizian?

Bosch charged 20%.

David agreed to take 10.

He had kind of a thing for me.

So, I would never kill him.

He was my golden goose.

You can...

Understand that,

can't you, Captain?

We'll check out your story,
Ms. Michaels.

You better hope
the cards come up
in your favor.

Her statement pans out.

Auction house records found

numerous sales of works
that she bought from
the Sarkizian gallery.

All blue chip stuff that she
could flip without the risk
of losing her own money.

David was a badass.

Laundered over
300 grand for her.

So much for this
little poker game.

So that cash you found
on David, it wasn't his,
it was Bridget's.

The art world is custom built

for money laundering.
Deals made in secret,
millions moved

on a handshake.

My family's been buying art
for generations.

Grandma Theodora's boudoir
was wall-to-wall Picasso.
Blue Period, natch.

What about this Titus Bosch?

Titus Bosch, 53,

operates on the fringes
of the art scene

fencing stolen works,
money laundering and so on.

Photo op.

Wait, I've seen that poseur.

Security cam inside
the gallery, Bosch with
Julius Sarkizian.

Neither looks
particularly happy.

Yeah, and check
the time stamp.

Two days
before David's murder.

We need to find Bosch, now.

Oh, there's a major
auction today

at the Nordoff estate.

An incredible collection.
I was hoping to stop by later,

pick up some bits and bobs.

-Nice to be you.
-Don't hate me,
hate my trust fund.

I'm just saying
a guy like Bosch
will definitely be there.

Great, Meredith,
you hit that auction.

Yeah, I'm sort of
a eBay chick.

Well, I'm stuck at my desk
and Billy took Laura
to the chiropractor.

That table crunched
her back pretty good.

Take Max.

He seems to know
his way around a gavel.

Field trip?

Yes!

Sold for $1.2 million.

Congratulations, madam.
Next item.

Oh, my goddess.

That is carved and figured
Mahogany Bombay.
Do you see that?

I'm guessing 18th century.

-I'm in heaven.
-Of course you are.

It's a convention of you.

Oh, Bosch alert.

Looks even slimier
in real life.

Who do you have to kill
to get a good seat
around here.

Excuse me?

Max Carnegie.

My colleague, Meredith Bose.

Detective Meredith Bose.

Titus Bosch.

Carnegie, really?

Well, not exactly
those Carnegies.

The Connecticut Carnegies.

I know.

Well, my parents had
these friends, Dean
and Gerald Mussolini,

we called them
the Connecticut Mussolinis.
(CHUCKLING)

-But enough about me...
-MEREDITH: Mr. Bosch,

what can you tell us
about David Sarkizian?

I heard what happened.

Tragedy.

AUCTIONEER: We now move
to lot 829.

A wonderful work
from the Hudson River School.

Start the bidding at 100,000.

Do you know anything
about his death?

Sorry, I can't help you.

It's not what Bridget
Michaels told us.

If you don't mind,

this is the painting
I came here to buy.

150.

Uh, 175.

AUCTIONEER: I have 175,
do I hear 200?

Sorry, I have a blank wall
above my settee

that is begging
for that painting.

Mr. Bosch,
where were you the night

David Sarkizian was killed?

I'm not having
this conversation.

200,000.

AUCTIONEER: The bid is 200.

-225.
-AUCTIONEER: 225.

-Thank you.
-Nut job,

what are you doing?

Putting a little pressure
on Grumpy Pants,
so he'll talk to us.

I so need that painting
in my life, 250.

You're still
the highest bidder
at 225, sir.

Indeed I am. 250, unbid.

AUCTIONEER: Again,
we're at 225, do I hear 250?

250.

300.

AUCTIONEER: 300,000.

Are we finished,
ladies and gentlemen?

Even the Connecticut
Carnegies are loaded.

He could do this all day.

You want it,
you should be talking pretty.

-AUCTIONEER: Fair warning.
-This is police harassment.

AUCTIONEER:
Sold to the eager young man
at the back for $300,000.

(GIGGLING)

Really?

Yay!

Good news, Mr. Bosch.

My colleague

has graciously agreed
to sell you his new painting.

Provided you answer
my questions about David.

The night David was killed,
I was having dinner

with a collector.

The maitre d' at Le Cirque
will confirm I was there
until closing.

Tell me about
Bridget Michaels.

She's an...
Associate of mine.

I arranged
acquisitions for her.

You were her money launderer.

How'd you figure out
she took her business
to the Sarkizians?

The art world is very small.

So, you went
to Julius Sarkizian

and threatened him
for stealing your client?

I reminded him,
that I don't swim
in the Sarkizians' pool

and I didn't appreciate
them dipping their toes

into mine.

The next I heard,
David was dead.

Do the math.

May I retrieve
my painting now?

Please.

Captain.

We have a new suspect.

And, spoiler alert,

his last name is Sarkizian.

LAURA: Hey.

So, what did
the chiropractor say?

Next time someone
throws a table at me, move.

I spoke to Reynaldo,
turns out the sticky substance

in David's wound,
is a glue used
in high-end art frames.

What do you know?

And there's our guy.

Very busy, Detectives.

Our group show opens tonight.

Well, then we will get
right to it.

Why didn't you tell us
that your son
was laundering money?

We did talk to Titus Bosch.

Oh, that crook.

All he knows how to sell
are lies.

You must have known
it was the truth.

How else would you
account for David's sudden
jump in sales?

He wasn't exactly
employee of the month.

And honestly, sir,
you didn't seem surprised
or upset to find out

that your own son was dead.

You have no idea how I feel.

I think you feel guilty.

I think Bosch told you
what was happening
underneath your own roof,

and you couldn't risk
having a story like that

come out, it would ruin you.

That's ridiculous.

I'm gonna show you
just how clean

an operation we run.

Every transaction is recorded

-by hand.
-Ooh!

LAURA: Stronger than Elmer's.

Did David handle this?

David wasn't trained
in restoration.

That's interesting.

Because there
was framer's glue

on David's body,
in and around the fatal wound.

Mr. Sarkizian?

Not another word
until I speak to my lawyer.

Fair enough.

In that case,

you're under arrest.

I must say,
I'm quite surprised,
Mr. Sarkizian.

And you're prepared
to sign a full confession?

I want to avoid
a public trial.

Angela's suffered enough.

Talk us through
exactly what happened
the night of the incident.

When I found out
what David was doing
behind my back,

I went and confronted him.

And what transpired
during that confrontation?

He wouldn't listen.

He refused to stop.

So I became so enraged

I... I grabbed a brick
off the ground,
and smashed his head.

And...

What happened to this brick?

I threw it in a dumpster.

I imagine it's gone by now.

(BOYS CHATTERING)

LEO: In here.
This way, this way, this way.

-Mommy! Mommy!
-Mommy!

Why did you bring them
to the precinct?

And why are they covered in...

-Ice cream!
-Ice cream!

Grandpa Leo got it for us.

It was awesome!

-(SIGHS)
-Look, the boys wanted to
try that kitchen sink sundae.

You know,
the one you told them
you have to be

18 to order.

I told them that because
a five-pound sundae

isn't appropriate
for six-year-olds.

Well, they didn't eat
all of it.

I had a taste.

It wasn't bad.

Okay, you guys. Okay!

Okay, I want you to sit.

No eye contact,
with the bad guys.

-All right, I get it.
-Okay?

Grandpa and Mommy,

need to have a talk.

What?

The one thing,

the only thing I said,

was no sweets!

Why can't you listen?

We wanted to do something fun.

Climb a tree!

Throw a ball!

You can play three-card monte!

Loosen up!

You're so restrictive!

Have a drink.

Ever your tight-ass mother
unclenched after a melon ball.

This is not about Mom!

This is about you, once again,

bending over backwards
to undermine my judgment.

As far as you're concerned,
I never do anything right.

Not true.

You married the right guy.

Then you had to go
and screw that up.

Oh, okay. We are back
to Thanksgiving, great.

Great, let's talk
about Thanksgiving.

What's there to say?

I order in a nice dinner,

you show up,

you make a huge scene,
and you storm out.

You invited Jake!

Right after I found out
that he was cheating on me.

I wanted you
to work things out.

Yeah, but I didn't want
to work things out.

It isn't your job
to fix my marriage,

or my life.

-Not true!
-Oh!

It is.
It's called being a father.

Oh, my God!

-You're right.
-Thank you.

Finally a little respect!

Hey, I wasn't done.

Julius asked for a lawyer
after looking up
David's sales, right?

Uh-huh.

Angela wrote down
her cell for me.

-Same handwriting.
-Exactly.

When Julius saw that Angela

had entered David's sales,

he knew that she was in
on the money laundering.

This guy isn't a murderer,
he's a father.

Like Leo.

-Leo?
-Yes.

If he thinks that his daughter
did something terrible,

he would do anything
to fix it.

You think he confessed
to cover for Angela?

After Bosch's visit,
she must have decided
to solve things herself.

And Daddy takes the fall
before we pin the murder
on his only remaining child.

But if he sticks
with his confession,

no judge is going
to put Angela away.

Unless we get proof.

We've got to get
to the gallery opening.

Before the hors d'oeuvres
are gone.

Oh, score!

-Too dry?
-Mmm-mmm.

Too sweet?

Too salty?

Oh.

"Let Them Eat Cupcake,

"raw meat with lard frosting."

Excuse me.

(GARGLING)

Oh, good champagne.

There she is.

LAURA: I'll distract her.

Tell her the bad news
about her dad.

You check upstairs.

(RATTLING)

-Murder weapon?
-That is unclear.

It is an odd-shaped wound,
that's for sure.

Angela, Angela.

I was bringing Angela
up to speed about her
father's confession.

I just can't believe it.

Neither could we.

I wanted to ask you
about a piece
that caught my eye.

Where did you find that?

I was looking
for the bathroom,

and I took a wrong turn
into your office.

It's not currently for sale.

Oh, well, newsflash.

A bedazzled bowling pin
will never sell.

But it would make
a perfect murder weapon.

Excuse me?

You helped David
launder money.

(WHISPERS) Do we really
have to do this now?

Right now.

Uh...

David saw a way
to make some money,

and get out
of my father's shadow.

I knew what it would
mean for him, so...

I entered his sales
in the book.

What happened
when Titus Bosch
met with your father?

Dad was livid.

As angry as I have
ever seen him.

So, that night, my boyfriend,

Will, and I
told David he had to stop.

But David said
he needed one more deal.

And you couldn't bear
having your father find out,

so you took matters
into your own hands.

What?

I would never kill
my own brother.

That piece
wasn't there before.

ANGELA: No.

Will just finished
installing it today.

It's called,
"99 Bottles of Beer,
Not on the Wall."

He collects them
from bars around town.

Would you excuse us a minute?

LAURA: It's Will.

The boyfriend?

How do you figure?

Those bottles.

The beer I drank in college.

Remember the torn
labels at the crime scene?

Will must have bided his time
rummaging through
the recycling

when he was waiting
for David to come out
of the bar.

Hey, Will.

How's it going tonight, Will?

WILL: (CHUCKLES)
I've been better.

Yeah. It's one thing for
your girlfriend to get you
into a gallery show,

another to get people to buy.

Is that why you asked David
to sell your pieces
to Bridget Michaels?

I'm sorry, who?

-Will?
-LAURA: Problem was,

in order to launder the money

David could only sell
Bridget pieces
that she could resell later.

David told you
he was only going to sell
to Bridget one more time,

so you went to that poker game

in order to convince him
that his last sale
should be one of your pieces.

We even know which one.

I bet that you used
framer's glue to attach
those crystals.

You showed David this piece,
he refused to take it,

you lost your temper,
and you took a swing.

No, you can't prove that.

Oh, but we will,
when we confirm

your fingerprints
on the murder weapon.

I... I made that piece,
all right?

Of course it has
my fingerprints on it.

Oh, yeah?
So, this is your blood?

So when we test it,
it's not gonna come up
as David's blood.

(SOBBING)

I... I didn't mean...
I didn't mean to kill...

It just... It happened.

-ANGELA: Oh, my God!
-You're going to jail, Will.

-For a very long time.
-Oh, I'm not going anywhere.

(SOBBING)

Broken bottle.

Clever.

I like to break bottles too!

No!

Oh!

(WILL GRUNTING)

¶ 93 bottles of beer...

¶ 92 bottles of beer
on the wall

¶ 92 bottles of beer

¶ Take one down
Pass it around

¶ 91 bottles
of beer on the wall ¶

BOY: The zombies are coming.

(GROWLING)

LAURA: Oh, my goodness!

-I'll get it!
-No, I'll get it.

See who it is first.

BOYS: Grandpa!

LEO: Heya, boys, how are ya?

Hey, listen, boys,
your mom and I need a minute.

So, uh, why don't you guys
beat each other up
in the den for a while.

Not for real!

(BOYS LAUGHING)

Yes?

Um...

Well, how was your case?

Caught the killer.

Pitched a one-hitter.

That's my girl.

-Who did it?
-Sister's fiance.

The irony is...

Her father was about
to go to prison for her.

Again with the irony.

How is that ironic?

He was trying
to save his daughter,

but she didn't need saving.

(SIGHING)

You're killing me, Raggedy.

I'm sorry, all right?

Jeez.

Was that an actual apology?

Look, the only reason why
I tried to save your marriage

is I didn't want you to wind
up like me, all alone in some

crapola apartment
eating frozen dinners.

(MICROWAVE BEEPS)

Ouch.

We almost never eat these.

It's like a solar eclipse.

Oh, of course it is.

Um...

Could I stay a while,
and read some non-violent,

politically correct
bedtime stories to the guys?

Hey...

I even brought dessert.

(SCOFFS)

Go play with them.

I'll, uh...

I'll peel open
another one of these.

Oh, by the way, uh,
it says three minutes
on the box, but forget it,

-if you go over two, you'll...
-Shush!

Go play.

All right, boys,

name of the game
is five card draw,

and, uh, you know I taught
your mother everything
she knows,

but I didn't teach her
everything I know.

All right.

You got any money?
What are we going to use?

Candy?