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Previously on Crossing Jordan.

You killed my mother.

I came into possession of a car.

And in the trunk?

You don't even want to know what was in the trunk.

The key belongs to a nineteen sixty-six Ford.

What is that?

A phantom print.

As in the only print found at your mother's crime scene?

Wait a minute. What's that?

That's six years before you were born.

So if that's your mum...

I had a brother.

Hello.

Well, hello, sis.

James.

I did what I had to do.

I'll tell you why he gave me away.

Because he...

isn't my father.

We stop this...

now.

Promise me.

Fancy meetin' you here.

You get us a room yet? Potsdam Arms Hotel

Why would I get us a room?

It was a joke, Woodrow.

Because this is a hotel.

Sorry, I didn't get it.

You should probably put that in your standup act.

Why? Do you catch a triple homicide and you suddenly lose your sense of humor?

Who told you it was a triple?

Macy. He's already here.

He called me half an hour ago.

Pretty big case, though, huh?

Yeah, very big, exciting. Triple homicide.

Try to contain yourself. Look, what is wrong?

Let's just say Big Brother is watching.

You mean the concierge?

You are full of jokes today.

Jordan, there's a lot more to this case than just another collar.

Like what?

I'm up for sergeant detective.

Hey, Woody, congratulations.

No, no, no-no-no-no-no-no-no.

Well, I thought a promotion was a good thing.

Yes, a promotion normally is a good thing.

Not when it involves a triple homicide.

I kicked butt on my written and now I'm under departmental observation.

Couple of solid collars, maybe a domestic or two and I'd be golden.

But no, Hoyt's gotta pull the trifecta.

Maybe this'll be a piece of cake.

One case is a piece of cake. Three is not.

So you found the bodies?

Yeah.

Man, this is totally gonna screw up the PH.

You know what this is?

This is the Kewaunee curse.

The what?

Where I'm from, if you leave on bad terms, things like this happen.

Eh, Woody, the...

I should have never yelled at my Aunt Margie.

Forget about what I did to my cousin Nick.

Sorry to interrupt your breakdown, Detective, but did you get ID's off the bodies?

Yes. Our older woman here is Bernadette Jones,

seventy years young.

Varsity jacket right over here is Jim Oliver, Junior, eighteen.

And the floater is a Lester Zhou, forty years old.

You guys have any preliminary call on cause?

Three dead people, three different guns, three fatal bullet wounds.

A shoots B, B shoots C, C shoots A.

Commutative property of murder.

Oh.

Excuse me.

I'm screwed.

Ms. Cavanaugh?

Harry Lennon here.

How are ya?

Uh, I'm fine.

You don't remember me, huh?

Six months ago, I'm the PI you hired to find the sixty-six Ford Fairlane.

Right.

So I found it.

You were right.

It was registered to a Herman Redding back in the early eighties.

Thing was garaged at his grandma's place.

They locked him up in the loony bin and then he just...

Where is it?

Junkyard off Palfrey in Watertown.

I tried to hold it for you, but they're gonna cube it day after tomorrow.

You want it, you gotta go down there yourself.

Hello?

You there?

Yeah, uh, thank you, Mister Lennon.

I appreciate that.

Mommy?

What's wrong, Mommy?

Crossing Jordan 2x21. Pandora's Trunk, Part 1

질 헤네시(닥터 조던 캐버노 役)

미구엘 페러(게럿 메이시 소장 役)

켄 하워드(맥스 캐버노 役)

라비 카푸어 (닥터 마헤시'벅' 役)

캐서린 한(릴리 레보스키 役)

스티브 발렌타인(나이젤 타운센드 役)

이반 세르게이(닥터 피터 윈슬로 役)

ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2003/04/28

Trace: Suicides Jones, Oliver and Zhou

This is cozy.

Standing room only unless you have a reservation.

Suicide, party of three.

What is that smell?

It's chlorine and ah, decomposition.

Really? I thought I'd smelled everything.

Well, think again. What have we got?

Prelim exam backs up the initial finding.

Single shot from Grandma's thirty-eight matches hole in boy.

Prints on the forty-five match Junior.

Likewise, one shot fired from his gun which then pierced...

Our third acquaintance, Mister Lester Zhou.

We fished a nine millimeter from the pool.

We figure Lester must have dropped it after he got shot.

No criminal record, no connections personal or business.

Yet, they each killed each other in a macabre Mexican standoff

that would make Quentin Tarantino proud.

You know, maybe it was a suicide pact.

Ours is not to reason why, Doctor.

Alright, this is a triple, so all hands on deck.

Next of kin are on their way.

Let's each focus on a decedent.

Doctor Macy, I'm gonna have to oversee this whole thing.

Listen, I heard what's ridin' on this one.

Don't sweat it. We got your back.

- Hey. - Hey.

Missed you at the Coffee Shack this morning.

Oh.

Sorry, I completely spaced.

You're ready to call it a day already, huh?

Yeah, I... I think I'm coming down with something.

You're sick?

Yeah, I'm sick.

Well, I mean, I... I didn't think that you could get sick.

Well, you want to feel my forehead or...

You want me to bring you by some soup later?

I just need to... need to rest.

I'm just a phone call away if you change your mind.

Thanks.

I'll be fine.

Trace: Bernadette Jones

What up, Winslow? What's happening with Mrs. Jones?

I'm checking her hand for gunpowder residue, but there isn't any.

Look how fragile her skin is. It's like paper.

I mean, gun kick alone should have bruised her palm.

Nothing.

Well, I just got back from her house.

Let me guess. She bakes and does needlepoint, too, and...

Not really.

Social Security helped pay for this forty gig portable

with built-in CD burner, wireless modem

and nifty leather carrying case.

Alright, Bernadette's a computer geek. That's cool.

I brought up her last twelve search engines and got this.

Marie Antoinette, French Revolution, Louie the Sixteenth.

Was she a history buff?

According to her son, Victor, no.

But she did show up at his doorstep a few days ago

loaded with bikes, toys, clothes, all for the grandkids.

People do good deed when they're gonna kill themselves, right?

They give their worldly possessions away.

That's what it says in the handbook.

Yeah.

But then again, everybody's read it.

Mister and Mrs. Oliver, I hope you don't mind me asking this,

but was your son in any kind of trouble?

He never caused us any problems.

Best damn quarterback Newton's had in years.

We were all praying for a football scholarship to Michigan.

That's an awful lot of pressure to put on a young man.

I'm a plumber.

Barbara teaches kindergarten.

We can't afford to pay tuition.

And you don't recognize either of the people we found with your son?

We've never seen them before.

What about Jim's behavior?

I mean... was there anything out of the ordinary lately?

Last week, he got a little cocky with me,

started skipping practice.

Kept telling me to relax, to "chill."

He said all our worries were about to end.

Ma'am,

according to this, your teachers union

pays a twenty thousand dollar benefit on the loss of a dependent.

Forgive me for bringing this up, but is it possible that your son knew that?

What are you two suggesting?

Teenage pressures and the changes of attitude, promises of easier t...

Now, let me tell you something, pal!

My son would never, never kill himself.

If that's what you think, think again, because you couldn't be more wrong!

Crypt: Lester Zhou

Would you like a moment?

Thank you. I think I've seen enough.

Then you won't mind if I ask a couple of questions.

Last night, your husband was found face down in a swimming pool,

and these two were killed as well.

Do they look familiar?

I've never seen them before.

Doctor, y... you should know, Lester moved out a few weeks ago.

We hadn't talked since.

Then you two were having trouble?

I didn't think so, but Lester did.

All of a sudden, something was different, like he didn't care anymore.

Did he say that?

In so many words.

Lester was a bookkeeper.

Four days after he moved out,

he mailed his boss a box of his own feces.

Well,

no mixed signals there.

It wasn't the Lester I married.

He was professional, reserved his whole life.

Then one day, it was like the clouds had lifted.

What makes that happen overnight?

She went home sick. What's the big deal?

She's not sick.

Why do you say that?

She's not sick, Garret.

Okay, I'm sold.

Did anything distressing happen at the crime scene this morning?

You mean other than seeing three dead people

with their guts leaking out of the their abdomens?

Oh, you don't have to get graphic.

Why do you think she's distressed?

Women's intuition?

Ah, no wonder I missed it.

Yeah, no wonder.

Forensic Lab: Stomach Contents

Well?

Give us something we can sink our teeth into, Doctor.

Ah, careful what you ask for.

Check it out.

What, shish-kabob?

Impressive marbleizing and high protein levels indicate Kobe beef.

Somebody certainly splurged.

Steak like that'd cost me a paycheck.

Try three. Bernadette and Jim both had the same.

Not to mention identical meals of champagne,

white truffles and an unpasteurized goat cheese.

Right, and it's not just any cheese. That's Pont La Rue.

They only make two wheels of that a year.

One of them's for the French government.

The other one they give off for private auction.

It's illegal to bring in unpasteurized eatables into this country.

Mmm. Making it impossible to trace where they purchased it.

Peter, how come you know so much about the world's delicacies?

Because he's loaded, that's how.

Yeah, I tried to have the silver spoon surgically removed.

So, why dine like kings if you're gonna have dessert with Smith and Wesson?

Together, these three could barely afford to tip a bathroom attendant.

It's back to the suicide pact.

Yeah, or some other special occasion.

We need to find out where they ate.

You sure you want to do that?

Now, I'm not saying you shouldn't, but...

you shouldn't.

What are you doing here, James?

You made me come.

I want it to be over.

Well, then you probably don't want to open this trunk...

sis.

What's inside?

The prize.

What's the prize?

The prize.

The prize is...

his lies.

Whose lies?

Whose lies?! Tell me!

Whose lies?!

Thanks for coming over.

Thanks for calling.

Um, yeah.

Okay.

So you... you're gonna ask me questions?

If... if you want. Uh, your call.

You're good at this, huh?

Not really.

To be totally honest,

I'm petrified that I'm gonna blow it and mess you up more than you already are.

Not even possible.

What is your favorite color?

Eh, pink.

Hmm.

Smell?

Cinnamon toast.

What's a place that you've always wanted to go but have never been?

Egypt.

Huh.

Yeah, I like the pyramids.

What? What, does that mean something?

Does what mean something?

That I like the pyramids?

You just nodded like that meant something.

I thought it was interesting.

I have this key to the trunk of a car.

Today I found out where that car is.

I don't know what's inside, but...

whatever it is, it has something to do with my mom's murder.

So,

go open the trunk.

No.

Why not?

It'll make me crazy.

But you're already crazy.

Some shrink you are.

I'm not a shrink,

I'm your friend.

Will you uh, stay with me?

As long as you need me to.

Look, we know Grandma Jones ran up

a four thousand dollar credit card bill on her grandkids.

And Lester the accountant did a personality one eighty overnight.

And our young varsity football star

went from dedicated jock to slacker without a care in the world.

Something must have triggered the behavioral turns.

You know, it had to be suicide. It still fits.

Guys, none of these guns were licensed.

All the serial numbers were scratched off. They were hot.

Come on, gentlemen. Think it through.

We've got an old lady, a jock and... and a Chinese guy shot do death in a pool.

Add a rabbi and you've got a bad joke.

Connect the dots.

Where'd they eat their last supper and why?

Uh, well, according to the food editor at the Globe,

only three restaurants in town serve white truffles.

Copley Plaza, La Poire and...

And Vissage. I got my hands on Grandma's credit card statement.

Anybody up for some nasty ass escargot?

We've been up all night.

How about we...

go for a walk, get some fresh air?

Nope, I don't trust myself.

Really?

Yeah, really.

You ever see "The Wolfman"?

Eh, I think I missed that one.

My brother and I used to watch these old scary movies.

That was his favorite.

He loved the part where the Wolfman

ran around to all of his friends and begged them

to chain him up and lock him in a closet

because the full moon was coming

and he was afraid he was gonna eat them.

Ah, I get it.

Yeah, I'm the Wolfman.

Are you?

I'm not afraid of hurting my friends.

You're afraid of hurting yourself.

Eh, no.

Why cinnamon toast?

What?

Before, you said that that was your favorite smell.

Why?

Uh,

no reason. Uh, it just is, you know?

Don't be afraid. You can tell me.

I... I'm not afraid.

Everyone's afraid of something, Jordan.

Okay, so tell me. What... what am I afraid of.

You're afraid of it ending.

Excuse me?

You're afraid...

that if you open that trunk, the answer will be there.

You'll know who killed her.

You'll know why.

Everything that you've been looking for the past twenty-three years,

it'll finally be over.

And then you'll have no idea what to do with your life.

No idea who to be.

I think you should go now, Lily.

Jordan, it is so important...

I... I think you should go.

Hey, Nige, Nigel. Forensics Lab: Crime Scene Analysis

Come here. Forensics Lab: Crime Scene Analysis

What, is your computer frozen again?

No-no-no, I want to show you somethin'.

You know what? I'm uh, I'm actually kind of sort of occupied at the moment.

Perhaps I could come back at a more opportune uh...

Sweet Nancy, is that what I think that is?

Crime scene digitizer.

Wow.

We can't afford this.

I know.

Certainly wasn't in the budget.

I'm just so into this case, paid for it myself.

Of course you did, you delightfully arrogant little trust fund baby.

So I really think I'm starting to get the hang of this crime solving stuff.

Anyway, take a look at this.

So in the olden days, you used to have to

use a string or a laser light

to figure out the path the bullet took

or how a murder unfolded, but not nowadays...

So based on the angle of the gunshot wounds

and the positions of the bodies that they were found in,

you can legitimately recreate the crime.

And here we go.

Whoa.

Mm-hm.

Yeah, someone did a real good job of

making it look like they shot each other,

but that's not how it went down.

They were all killed somewhere else then positioned here.

Stellar work, Doctor.

Thank you.

I'm bloody well impressed.

Of course I remember them.

They were in here two, maybe three times. Vissage Restaurant

Uh, do you happen to remember which one made the reservation?

Always the old woman.

The Asian gentleman wore a gray suit every time,

and the boy needed a loaner jacket and tie.

An odd assortment of characters. You never questioned it?

If Ben Franklin meets my palm more than once,

I'd give somebody dressed like you a table.

What's wrong? You... you... you don't like leather?

On my boots, not my customers.

Okay. Um...

did you maybe talk to them, overhear a conversation?

Connie, s'il vous plait

These gentlemen are investigating the death of some of your customers.

Uh, no. I... I don't remember them, sorry.

Connie, Connie, Connie, Connie, Connie, Connie, Connie...

Yes?

Why are you lying to us?

We're not out here to get you.

Why don't you help us out? Take another look.

They tipped me over a grand in cash.

I don't want to get in trouble for not reporting it.

So you do remember them?

Well, sure. They were just here the other night.

Did you maybe hear something that may be helpful to us?

Well, I heard them arguing.

Not sure why.

But like I said, they were great tippers, so we let 'em close the place.

But do you know, there was this one guy.

He was... kind of weird.

Which one?

Uh, no, I don't see him. He was the fourth.

I guess he's still alive then, huh?

Hi, sis.

Hi, James.

I knew you'd be back.

Yeah, I couldn't stay away.

I like your uniform.

You have the right to remain silent.

You have the right to a bastard brother.

If you do not have a bastard brother, the court will appoint one to you.

Wait, that's not funny.

Sure it is.

What's in the trunk?

Daddy's mistake.

Can I see?

No.

Please?

I said no.

Now go to your room. Your mother's tired.

She's not tired, she's sad.

She's sad because of me.

You're just a little girl.

You don't understand grownup problems.

You stay away from this trunk, Jordan, or you are in serious trouble.

You understand?

Yes, Daddy.

He's a liar.

Let me guess.

Your alarm clock's broken.

Yes, I'm late.

The one time in the history of my professional career,

and thank God you were here to remind me.

Is everything okay?

I had a long night.

Ah.

Not that kind of a long night. I was working.

I mean, I...

I wasn't really working. I was counseling.

You were with Jordan?

Yup.

Women's intuition.

Very good.

Is she alright?

Uh, I'm not sure.

I think I may be in over my head.

Well, that's the only place you can be when you're dealing with her.

Huh.

It's about her mother, isn't it?

You think it'd help if I go talk to her?

My honest opinion?

- Please. - No.

Fair enough.

Every trauma has its origin.

I think the only way to help her is to go to the source,

to treat it where it began.

I can't do that.

But maybe you can.

You want me to bring her mother back to life and prevent her from being murdered?

The murder isn't the source.

The person that taught her how to cope with it is.

Ah, so we have a fourth man, do we? Forensic Analysis: Facial Recognition

Hello, luv.

Hi.

I'm Doctor Townsend, but you may call me Nigel.

I'll be picking your brains today.

Welcome to FACES.

Composite technology.

Now, you describe a reasonable facsimile of

the gentleman you saw dining with our dead trio, and uh,

if he's ever had a mug shot taken in Boston,

we'll know his name in two minutes.

Okay.

Uh, now, is this roughly the shape of his head?

Yeah, except a little fatter.

And which ones look most like his eyes?

Um,

yeah, this one.

- This one here? - Mm-hm.

Wow, just like Mister Potatohead.

Yeah, that's exactly what it's like, Mister Potatohead.

Fear not, Woodrow.

We are indeed making progress.

I know. I'm... I'm sorry.

It's just that it's been a crazy year, and if this promotion doesn't come through...

Then you will try again.

Need I remind you, Sir Edmund Burke once said,

"By gnawing through a dike,

even a rat may drown a nation."

What exactly does that mean?

Perseverance, Detective.

And... and he had a beard.

That could be him.

Okay, Connie. Let's try a match.

Well, that's him.

That's the guy.

Yeah, okay.

Martin Vezned.

Got hauled in on a deadbeat dad charge.

Place of employment is a convenience store in Dorchester.

Mmm. How convenient.

We don't open for an hour.

Even for a friend of the family.

Some friend.

Haven't seen you for a while, Garret.

What's her name?

Her?

Ah, you come in here every Friday after work,

knock back a single malt, neat.

Last three weeks, no you, no single malt.

- What's her name? - Sometimes I forget you were a cop.

Sounds like a confession to me.

So, what'll it be?

On the house.

Actually, Max, we have to talk.

Uh-oh, sounds serious.

Jordan's in trouble.

Where is she? Is she okay?

You have to tell her it's alright to let it go.

Let what go?

- Your wife's murder. - Excuse me?

So now you're gonna say it's none of my business.

You're damn right I am.

Maybe you're right, but you need to start taking responsibility

for what's happening to Jordan.

- You have no right to come in h... - I know, Max.

I know how you showed her crime scene photos when she was a little kid,

how the two of you played this

twisted role playing game to solve cases.

You think that's okay?

To expose an eleven-year-old girl to that?

- Now, look. - Maybe I don't have the right.

But I have a daughter, too,

and I take responsibility for inflicting my own damage on her.

You're the one who opened Pandora's Box, Max.

You can't expect her to close it for you.

Yeah, that's Martin.

Where's Martin now?

Don't know.

Ever since that thing last month, he's been acting weird.

What thing?

Some dude held up a jewelry store down the street.

Cops chased the guy through here, shot up the place.

Martin was on that day. Guess it messed him up.

Hasn't been the same since.

I kept the surveillance tape to show my girlfriend.

It's pretty bitchin'.

You want to see it?

Hell, yeah, I would.

We got this tape from the convenience store.

Nigel, the heist doesn't happen for a little while.

Can we fast forward a little bit?

Sure.

Is that our jock leaning over the counter?

And behind him, that's Lester Zhou.

That's them. That's our victims.

Gentlemen, the dead have arisen.

Little did they know where they'd be in a month.

Doesn't tell us why they're dead.

Eyes open. Seven seventeen.

Here's Johnny.

Anybody hurt?

No, he was a lousy shot. The police got him out back.

Nigel, speed it up.

Here comes Grandma.

What's she holding?

Whatever it is, she's taking it.

Nigel, can you zoom in on that?

Grid pattern overlay.

Four-point-six, enhanced times five.

According to the police report, everything was recovered.

Perhaps not everything.

There's our motive.

My mom...

she used to get really tired.

And she was always worried that uh,

Dad would be angry if...

dinner wasn't ready when he got home.

So uh, one night, I...

I told her to rest, that I'd take care of it.

You know, I could play mommy for a night.

But uh, all I could really make was toast.

I was only nine, yeah.

Um, so I decided to get fancy.

You know, I put on some butter,

and I found some cinnamon and sugar in a cupboard.

Well, she smelled it

and she came downstairs.

And she said,

"Cinnamon toast,

that's my favorite, baby."

And... and she smiled

and she kissed my forehead.

I don't think I've ever been happier than I was in that moment.

This is the key to the Fairlane, huh?

Yeah.

It gets totaled in twelve hours.

Then you'll never find out what's inside.

Yeah, I guess that's the point.

You want me to hold onto it for you?

What can I say? I'm the Wolfman.

Are you sure?

If I was sure, I would have thrown it in the Charles.

Hocking precious stones for a living sounds like a glamorous business. Boston PD: Interrogation

You must love what you do, Terence.

Sometimes.

Can I ask what this is about?

Yeah, sure.

Recovered three gold lace necklaces with cultured pearls.

One platinum rope with sapphires and round brilliant diamonds.

Nice.

Five platinum rings with two carat settings.

Bet you were happy to see all that again.

Very.

I don't know, Terence.

Something feels like it's missing.

I can't quite put my finger on it.

Mmm, no, it... it's all there.

Why don't you tell me about the necklace?

Two colored stones surrounding a rock the size of a poodle's head.

Maybe I should call somebody.

You know what the going rate for black market embezzlement is these days?

Five to ten. Maybe twenty.

Prison is a scary place for a man like you, Terence.

Why don't you tell me about the necklace?

It was too good to pass up.

Four years ago, the Saint LeMonde necklace was stolen in Paris.

That explains Grandma's history lessons.

Sixteenth century.

A copy of something worn by Marie Antoinette.

Alright, so we're not talking cubic zirconia here.

What's the damage on this thing? What's the going rate?

Uh, certain buyers might go as high as five.

Five hundred thousand?

Five million.

Yeah.

Yeah, Mister Jones, I just can't tell you how sorry I am for your loss.

B... Bernadette was the love of my life.

Yeah.

Now that she's gone, well, it...

it's tragic.

Yeah.

Hey, you want to see the body?

No, I... I... I think I'll just collect her belongings and be on my way.

Sure.

I'll... I'll also receive a death certificate, yes?

Oh, absolutely. Yeah, yeah.

Can I be frank just for a second?

Please, go right ahead.

For a guy who passed away six years ago, you just look so good.

Yeah. Yeah, Bernadette Jones's husband's long gone.

I don't know who you are, but the police are on their way.

I've done nothing wrong.

Noth... A triple homicide and possession of stolen property?

Nothing wrong might stretching it a little, don't you think?

I didn't kill them.

I swear, I... I don't know what you're talking about.

Tell me what you do know then.

We found the necklace.

The four of us had dinner a few times to discuss the best way to sell it.

Oh, so you were with them the night of the murders.

Yes. But I left dinner early.

I... I got on train for New York. I spent night with family.

When I got home, I heard about the killings on the news.

I... I... I didn't want to die, too.

What did you want with the old lady's body?

See, since she was the only one we all trusted,

she rented a safety deposit box to store the necklace.

We all have keys, but we can't access the box without her signature.

So that's why you wanted the death certificate.

It's the only way they'll give me access.

Do you know which bank?

Of course.

Good.

Let's go make a withdrawal.

Garret came to see me.

Oh.

Do you know why?

I... I have no idea.

He wanted to talk about your mother.

Did I...

did I do this to you?

Do what to me?

If I had...

just let her go back then,

if I had...

just let her go, would you have...

too?

Um,

I don't know, Dad.

I'm so sorry, Jordan.

It's okay, Dad.

It's okay.

Those cuffs aren't too tight, Mister Vezned?

A little, yes.

Oh, that's too bad.

The steel's gonna clash with your necklace.

It isn't often we get to do business with the Chief Medical Examiner's Office.

Yeah, well, never a dull moment.

Uh, the boxes are right here.

Two twelve.

Two twelve, yes.

What's this thing called again?

The Saint LeMonde.

I've never seen five million dollars.

It's smaller than I expected.

Harry Lennon. Private Investigator

Lennon.

Mister Lennon, this is Jordan Cavanaugh.

Is it too late to get that car?

Huh? Who is this?

Jordan Cavanaugh. I called you about the sixty-six Ford Fairlane.

Oh, yeah.

You're the lady that hired me in October.

Um, sorry, I haven't found that car yet.

No, you... you called me two days ago.

Whoever called you, lady, it wasn't me.

According to our records, Doctor Macy,

Bernadette Jones signed in to her safety deposit box

just twenty-four hours ago.

I'm telling you that's impossible.

Why?

She's dead.

That does present a problem, doesn't it?

Can I see her signature, please?

Well, it matches the old woman's handwriting.

Somebody could have forged it.

That's highly unlikely.

But not impossible.

Question is, who had access to her signature?

Alright, let's run this thing.

We know the Fantastic Four wanted to sell the necklace and split the money.

We know they didn't kill each other.

And we know Martin didn't kill them because his alibi puts him out of town.

So someone else had to know what they were doin'.

So let's narrow it down.

Who knew what they were up to and had access to the old lady?

We know it wasn't the jeweler, right?

Uh, it turns out he was in Chicago on business,

and he had no idea where the necklace was anyway.

And I don't think any of the surviving family members,

like Mrs. Zhou or Jim Oliver were responsible.

Wait a second.

The old lady charged all the dinners at the restaurant, right?

Every last bite of fois gras.

What if the waitress kept all their credit card receipts?

What if Connie Asher's lying through her teeth?

She made a point of being their waitress each time.

What if she overheard every word and made a plan to kill 'em,

keep the credit card receipts,

then she could perfect Mrs. Jones' signature.

A little practice at home, difference would be undetectable.

And what about the murders?

The waitress saw they were coming in from the reservation book.

Another big tip and they closed the place that night.

Then she goes out to the parking lot.

It's totally empty.

She pops three of them with different guns.

You think she's that smart?

I think she's smarter.

"Mister Potatohead."

The kid would have been the toughest.

She probably shot him first.

Three bodies, three different murder weapons,

then she put 'em in her trunk and headed for the hotel.

Yeah, I mean, we're talking about a lot of guns

and a lot of dead weight,

so she had to have help.

And how did she get into the pool after hours?

With the... pool man. Of course.

Then she positions all the bodies to make it look like they shot each other out of greed.

She gets the info from Grandma's purse and heads for the bank.

She almost pulled it off too, huh?

Ten to one, she and Mister Chlorine...

are on a plane bound for Fiji as we speak.

Nah, don't bet on it.

What makes you so sure?

Let's just say she is that smart.

She kills three people, steals a bitchin' necklace

and shows up to work the next day.

That is genius. I gotta go pick this girl up.

Fellas, thank you.

Seriously.

Congratulations, Detective.

Connie,

you have exquisite taste.

What? I found that thing in the restaurant bathroom.

I didn't kill anybody.

Really?

The lab confirmed the blood in the back of your car.

Oops.

You idiot.

It's alright.

I have a feeling this ice is gonna clash

with the orange jumpsuits you guys are about to be wearin'.

- Hey. - Hey.

So any word from Jordan?

Yeah, she stopped by a couple of hours ago.

You think she's gonna be okay?

Maybe not okay, but better.

Definitely better.

Yeah.

She almost had me believing that the last time.

Hmm.

You don't even want to know what was in the trunk.

The prize is inside.

You stay away from this trunk, Jordan, or you are in serious trouble.

He's a liar.

I'm sorry.

To Be Continued