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Yeah.

Looks good.

All of the same.

So, uh, what are we drinking?

White shark.

Never had one of those before.

You should try everything, won't you?

By the way, I'm Brad.

Veronica.

Okay, rims are soundproof because this boy is very enthusiastic.

What are you doing?

Waiting for Assistant Director Pollack. I need him to sign the fixed expense

report, and I've been trying to get a minute with him all week, but...

There you go.

You can't do that.

You want to drown in paperwork?

This is forgery. We arrest people for this.

Scott, Mastriani, let's go play.

Veronica Redmond, sales rep of the month of Paywell Incorporated. I'm sure she

thanks God for her glowing career.

She didn't show up for a meeting this morning. Boston cops kicked it to us.

Wow, that's quick.

There's a reason.

Agent Cortez.

All right.

They logged this call around 2 .14 a .m.

911, what is your emergency?

Please, please, please help me.

Oh, my God.

Please. He's going to kill me.

I brought a good cell phone. She checked into a motel about 30 miles outside of

Boston. She had mail company this morning.

There was blood in the room. The company was gone.

And the company is?

Well, if I knew that, would I be paying your expenses?

What's in your hand?

Uh, nothing. Uh, no, you can find it later. What is this?

You already got Greenberg's signature. Stop wasting my time.

Usual rules apply. Number two, find her as rapidly as possible. Number one...

Make you look good. Make sure your appearances reflect the truth of how

am.

Let's hear it again.

Please, please, please help me.

Oh my God, please.

He's going to kill me.

Okay, so it was a convincing forgery, but it was still a forgery, and now I've

got to fill out a whole other expense report. Stop worrying about paper.

I happen to find it satisfying to keep good records, all right?

Boy, we've got some work to do on you.

What do you got?

Night manager gave a description of the guy Veronica Redman checked in with.

Said they were all over each other.

Hmm.

Do you have a bolo out on her car?

Sure, but if the guy's got half her brain, he's ditched it by now.

Yes.

Nice car like that. Anybody bother to check for a low job?

I'll get right on that.

Hey, got something over here?

Veronica's? Found this on the ground. Last call was 911.

Found this a few feet away.

No other clothing? Nope.

Major wardrobe malfunction, though, huh?

No body or weapon either.

What about footprints?

Nope, not in this surface, but I'm sure we could pull some prints off this.

He must have attacked her in the room. She got away into the woods, or he

dragged her out.

Either way, she got loose long enough to make a call for help.

Until he caught up with her.

So we're talking murder.

Can't tell without a body.

So there's still a chance that we could help her.

All right, do me a favor.

Recheck the locals' work top to bottom.

Let me know what you find.

I'm on it. Good.

Hey. Yeah.

Here you go, man.

Take this back.

I got something for you.

What's this?

The heel.

From the motel or the woods?

From Phoenix, 1999.

It's yours.

You broke it off that night, remember? I remember.

Anyway, I kept it for you.

Thanks.

Better get started.

Yeah.

had a vision.

It was Veronica and the guy.

I think it was the guy from the sketch.

We got a hit on the low jack.

It's on Veronica's car.

Tell me on the way.

To where?

Where? Canton, Ohio.

You heard the man.

Thanks. What you got?

Boxer's in the garage.

Anyone in the house?

Spotters haven't been able to get a clear look.

The house belongs to Clark Whitman. Two convictions for auto theft, one for

assault. He should be considered dangerous.

Two teams around back. We'll go on the front. Synchronize. Hold on.

Right time for a pizza delivery.

Perfect time.

Hold this.

Wait, nobody's in place yet.

Hey, hey, how you doing? How you doing, FBI?

I'm going to need that pizza.

And the hat?

You might want to run like hell.

A and B team, go.

Down on your knees.

A and B teams, go. Let's go. Move it out. Move it out. Move it out.

Down on your knees. Hands above your head.

We got a runner.

Hold it.

Don't move.

Cover me.

Pop it against the wall.

Let me give you a little advice.

Next time you kill somebody, don't keep our car as a souvenir.

Get off.

Want some?

No, thanks. Oh, come on. It's sausage. It's good.

What?

What do you mean, what?

You act like somebody stole your dog.

I had a plan. Three -team synchronized entry.

I went with my gut. You weren't even wearing a vest. I just had a hat.

I'm serious. You were totally vulnerable.

What if he had come to the door with a gun?

For what? To steal a pizza?

He's a criminal. They carry guns. He wasn't. He could have. And he didn't.

couldn't know that. What if you were wrong? What if he shot you? Then I'm

assuming my partner would have just stepped up and shot his ass. Well, yes.

But nothing.

Go back and look at the angles.

I didn't put anybody at risk but myself.

Now, I make my own decisions and I make my own mistakes.

You should try it sometime.

Brother admits harboring a fugitive or receiving stolen property.

But he says Brad is innocent.

We've got plenty of evidence to admit not.

You know what an attorney's favorite word is, Agent?

Circumstantial. That's the only evidence you've got.

You want a confession?

There you go.

There's an idea. Find out what he'd do with the body while you're at it.

The youth of today are taking the lead role.

Don't you think?

I picked her up at this bar.

I was shaved.

Must have been slim pickings if she couldn't do any better than you.

No, it's true.

Hell, she's the one who wanted to go back to the motel.

Yeah, why not her place?

Or yours?

Hers was too far from that.

I didn't want to bring her back tonight.

You didn't think that she'd do you in the frat house?

Hey, she was all over me, okay?

She was wild.

I could barely keep up with her. Is that why you killed her?

Because you couldn't keep up?

No. I didn't kill her.

I swear.

I woke up in the morning and she was gone.

And the blood in the room was... I don't know.

You know, maybe someone came in and I didn't hear them.

I was passed out, you know. We had a lot to drink.

Oh, so now some stranger broke in and killed your girlfriend without you

hearing? She wasn't my girlfriend. We just met.

I tried to find her.

See if she was okay, but I... I couldn't remember her name.

The romantic type, aren't you, Brad?

I told you, we were drunk.

I knew it was something like Vicky or Vera or... Vanessa or Val.

Val, Val, Val.

Vicky!

Why didn't you call the police?

Well, I panicked.

Okay, the room was covered in blood, so I took off, and I ended up at my

brother's. The Grand Theft Auto Pryors.

Just the right person to help you ditch a stolen car.

I needed someone to talk to, figure out what to do. You think anyone's buying

this pathetic crap?

You murdered that woman.

You've got scratches all over you. I told you she was wild. Things got a...

Things got a little rough.

Is your idea a little rough?

What is that?

It's a screwdriver covered in Veronica Redmond's blood.

I found it in that sexy little car of hers.

You think I killed her with that and I took it with me?

Now why would I do that?

Because you're stupid.

Now I want you to tell me where you buried her.

I didn't kill her.

Please. Please.

I'm not a murderer.

I'm not a murderer.

That is one

stubborn individual.

I don't think he's stubborn. I think he's telling the truth.

Because?

He didn't kill Veronica.

I guarantee it.

The frat guy who fled the scene with the murder weapon in the car he just stole.

It could have been my vision.

Oh, well, that's different. I'll release him immediately.

He was searching for Veronica, just like he said, and he was calling out all the

wrong names.

I could feel how scared he was.

You could feel it.

Yeah, feelings are a big part of how this thing works.

Is that right?

Lucky me.

In the vision, there were a whole bunch of mannequins, and one of them opened

her eyes, and she looked just like Veronica.

She was alive, and she was reaching out for help. Correct me if I'm wrong. These

visions of yours are subject to interpretation, right?

Yes. And your interpretation of this one just happens to run against the

evidence? All of which is circumstantial, as someone pointed out.

Sir.

Brad's fingerprints are on her bra, but only on the clasp. Not where it's

stained with blood. And there are no prints on the screwdriver.

You think he remembered to wipe it clean, but forgot it under the seat?

You've always been a boss killer, haven't you?

Most of them were suicides.

Right. I'm 38 years old and I'm an assistant director of the FBI.

How do you think I got here so fast?

Sharp suits and an attitude, sir. That's cute.

I know how to ask questions.

So if Veronica Redmond isn't dead, where is she?

I don't know.

Brilliant. Yes. Not good enough.

Then how about this?

Jess and I will break this case if you let us.

And it'll be no skin off my ass if you look good when that happens.

Well, then knock yourselves out.

Cool. Personally, I believe the search team will find a body before you two

a dream.

Either way, I'm going to win.

Get out.

I appreciate you sticking up for me.

You have to trust your gut or your partners.

Antonio, re -interview everybody as Sunny days in. Find out if they saw

strange last night.

Brad Whitman might not have murdered Veronica after all.

Maybe somebody hated her, like an enemy or something.

Anybody she was having a problem with at work? Maybe a boyfriend?

She never said anything like that, but I didn't really know her very well.

You lived together?

Well, yeah, for two or three months.

I found her through a servant.

Well, she must have been a pretty good roommate.

Look how neat everything is.

Too neat.

Damn way freaky.

Yeah, remind me not to invite you to my place.

When I get around to finding one.

Did you ever meet any of Veronica's friends?

I don't think she had any. She was kind of quiet.

Into herself.

Well, at least she had you to worry about her.

I think she worked for a bank or something.

A payroll company, actually.

Yeah, something with numbers.

Boring.

Hey, what are you looking for in here?

You never snooped through medicine chests before?

What else do you do when you go to someone's house for dinner?

Right, there's another reason not to invite you.

What have we got?

Shampoo.

Moisturizer, toothpaste.

All generic brands, right?

Except for this.

This costs a Benjamin an ounce.

What do you think you get something like this?

A Benjamin an ounce. A boyfriend?

A married boyfriend.

Because? Check out those little soaps on the counter.

This is one of the wrappers.

Comes from a hotel about a mile from here.

It's close by.

With a nice big bed and room service. And you won't run into anyone you know.

What does that sound like? Yeah, somebody having an affair.

Mm -hmm.

The Crescent Hotel.

None of the motel guests saw anything suspicious?

Nothing. No, but they probably heard something. There was a lot of coming and

going. Well, it's that kind of motel.

Nighttime manager said five big rigs stopped here last night.

That means five more potential witnesses.

Or suspects.

Lots of room to stash someone in those things.

Tracking companies use GPS in all their vehicles.

I'll start tracking.

Cool.

Hi, I'm Special Agent Jess Mastriani, FBI. Do you recognize this woman?

Yeah, she's an occasional guest.

Alone?

No, always with her husband.

We'll need his name.

Which I am sure an attentive guest specialist like yourself would remember.

Robert Larson.

When's the last time they were here?

You mean the last time before now?

They're here now? Both of them?

Yes, they got here last night. They haven't checked out yet. Is there a

No problem.

Except a little lady is supposed to be dead. We're going to need a key.

Check this out.

Is that Veronica's?

No, it's mine.

You're kidding. That's like four inches. You fall off that and you're breaking

an arm.

Why'd he keep it?

Who?

Antonio.

Why'd he keep it all those years?

It's not natural, is it?

What I want to know is how did he get it?

He was there when I broke it.

Go on.

This is it.

The real question is, who the hell are you?

Because we're the FBI.

Al Mackey.

I'm a private investigator.

Get up.

My ID's in my back left pocket.

Go for it.

They got you guys looking for Larson, too? Who's they?

Mabel's fried chicken.

What'd he do?

Steal the secret herbs and spices?

Larson was their CFO.

He embezzled almost half a million dollars, ditched his wife, ran out with

girlfriend. Some girl from the payroll company.

Veronica. As you can see, nobody's home, though.

But he'll be back.

Because?

Luggage.

Money's not there, though.

I already checked.

So your plan was just to sit here and wait for him to come back?

What can I say, ladies?

I'm a patient guy.

And you bill by the hour.

Do you check to see if Larson's car is still here?

Our girl likes different kinds of men.

Yeah. A married embezzler and the frat boy that she was cheating on him with.

she was cheating.

Maybe she broke up with Larson and picked up frat boy on the rebound.

Well, either way, Larson's not happy. I mean, he stole the money and left his

wife for her.

Maybe he followed her back to the motel and saw her with Brad.

This is it.

Whoa.

That smell.

That is not what I think it is.

Smells stronger back here.

Look at this.

Blood.

Blood.

Robert Larson.

You gotta think.

That's him.

Well, it's connected.

Maybe somebody was trying to get to Larson through Veronica.

The money's not here.

The killer must have taken it.

Which means that he knew that the money was here.

Maybe it was one of the people that Larson stole the money from.

Or the woman he stole it for.

Veronica?

Well, but she's supposed to be the victim in this case, I know.

That's exactly what she wants us to believe.

Think about it.

From the smell of this guy, he's been dead for almost a day.

Probably not too long after he got here with Veronica.

The same night Veronica's out partying with Brad and she hasn't been seen

Not even her body.

Veronica killed Dyson and stole the money. Then used Brad to fake her own

to throw us off.

And we went for it.

Veronica's been in on this the whole time.

Background check on Veronica Redmond. Let me guess, she doesn't exist.

Not until about seven months ago.

But she papered up like a pro.

Social security card, driver's license.

She kills one man for the money and set the other one up for murder.

That's why we call them bad guys, Jess.

Calculate it. I mean, she came to Boston with a new identity and had to work at

paywall for months to set this up. Perfect way to meet the money guys at a

of corporations.

Then what?

She tried to seduce each one of them until Robert Larson took the bait?

She's a pro.

He thinks he seduced her.

And then she put in the idea about the money and here we are.

And she kills him for $486 ,000.

You seem more serious.

I know.

I'm just trying to get a handle on who we're dealing with here.

So Larson steals the cash, goes to the Crescent Hotel to meet up with Veronica.

They were going to run away.

At least that's what she told me.

Wow.

Honey, look what I've got.

Is it all? All of it. Oh, my God. Just for you and me.

Oh, baby.

Where are we going? Anywhere in the world. You pick it.

She didn't want Larson.

She wanted the cash.

Something made him suspicious that night.

Maybe he always knew that he didn't rate a babe like her.

And that hurt more than the money.

Where the hell do you think you're going? Oh, hey, baby, I was... I'm not

to put up with it.

You don't think she planned to kill him all along?

You don't plan to beat him to death in a garage.

Killing him was a complication.

So why not just take off with the cash?

I mean, why bother with frat boy?

To cover the killing?

Hiding Larson's body in the car only buys her so much time.

So then she jumps in her car and puts a little distance between her and the dead

guy?

But then she gets an idea.

As a murder suspect.

The cops will hunt her down, but as a murder victim, she can shift their

attention.

We'll be looking for her. We'll be looking for her body. All she needs is

sucker to help her pull it off.

Enter Brad.

So she signs in as Veronica.

Make sure the night manager remembers her and Brad.

I hope your room's just down from the speakers, boy.

It's very chaotic.

And she has her fun with Brad.

Make sure he's liquored up.

She doesn't want him waking up too soon.

What about the screwdriver?

Probably got it out of the car.

She's improvising. Had to use what was around to set the scene.

Yeah, she wants to make sure the cops know about this murder.

That there's a chance that frat boy will call the cops.

But she knows human nature.

He'll run.

And we'll find him.

Complete with the evidence.

Case closed.

And we did exactly what you wanted.

We waited a whole day trying to solve a murder that didn't happen.

Cortez.

She could have gone anywhere from that motel.

Not on foot.

She left the car.

So we checked bus terminals, gas stations, any car theft in the area.

Suspicious death. She killed once.

All right.

Field officers tracked down all five truckers who stopped at the Sunny Days

that night.

Guy Montreal has a very interesting story.

He saw Veronica alive.

Better than that. He might have given her a ride.

Might? Well, he stopped on the road for some gas, and he picks up this hot fade.

It's his description.

Who wants a ride going north? He ID'd Veronica's picture, except for one

Her hair's different. Short and red.

Is there a mini mart near that gas station?

With a security camera. Video streaming right now. All right.

Looks good for a dead woman.

Cashier says she bought bandages, scissors, touch of clasp, hair dye

and a low -carb protein bar.

Lovely. Even killer's diet.

And 18 minutes later, we got a whole new Veronica.

With a whole new identity by now.

Where did the trucker drop her off?

Concord, New Hampshire.

Wait, I thought you said we found him in Montreal.

Right, he dropped her off in Concord and continued on his route.

To Canada.

If I'm Veronica, I'm on the run with that briefcase.

Full of Benjamins.

Right.

I'm taking a ride out of the country.

Well, she must still have something going on.

In Concord.

Let's go.

Where, to Concord?

Back to Boston.

I want a list of all calls made from his phone and from herself.

No phone books, no photos, nothing personal at all. This wasn't home to

This is the base of operations.

Veronica didn't fill in a lease agreement or give any references?

No, it was an unofficial sublease kind of thing.

Oh.

She did this on purpose, right?

No paperwork.

Well, she's pretty smart, huh?

No prints.

Not even on the doorknobs?

That's weird. Not anywhere in the room. For real?

There's some in the bathroom where you two were looking around, and I got a

partial here on the table where you said she picked something up. Other than

that, we got nothing.

So she wiped down the room before she went to go meet Larson at the hotel and

get the money. She probably cleaned the whole apartment.

She knew once she took off with the money, the cops might end up here, and

is where she wanted the trail to end.

Love a girl who plans ahead.

It's like she's anticipating every move we make.

Stop. What? Antonio.

Just right there.

Clean set of prints.

Like I said, freakishly neat.

What is it?

The mannequins again.

They were all painted different colors.

There was an owl, but it was scared away by some kind of gunshot.

And that was the whole thing.

Whatever Veronica's planning, it's violent.

Somebody else is going to get hurt, and I don't know how to stop her.

Cut yourself a break, Jess.

We wouldn't be on her yet if it wasn't for you. I was just so sure that she was

the one in trouble.

She played all of us.

Well, so much for trusting my gut. So you're not right all the time.

Nobody is.

At least you're making your own mistakes and not somebody else's.

All right?

You're free to go. I can have someone drop you off wherever you

like. How about a lawyer's office?

False imprisonment, brutality.

That woman sprained my shoulder.

Is that right?

Right. Here's what you do.

You get a publicist.

You go on Larry King, NPR.

That way, when I throw you in jail for stealing a car and flaming the scene and

resisting arrest, you'll already be famous.

And they'll be waiting for you in that joint with lots of nice surprises.

But hey, you know, that's just my idea.

Your way could work too, maybe.

What do you think?

Best of luck.

Thank you.

Professor, every phone call made by Veronica Redmond for the past seven

Let's get started.

Plenty of calls to Robert Larson. No surprise.

Some other residential numbers.

Seven to New Hampshire in the last three weeks.

Four to the same number.

White Hills Prison.

We need to get a copy of their records and find out who she's been talking to.

She called a car rental company, too.

And what about this? There's a laundry service and an industrial equipment

rental company.

Either she's really kinky or I have no idea.

All right.

Marie Townsend, also known as Nina Costello, Helen Myers, and those are

ones we know about.

She got a specialty?

Most of it's bank fraud, you know, passing bad checks, and so she hooked up

this guy, Tyler Boone. Their crew robbed three jewelry stores until they got

caught. Boone and Veronica both did time.

Well, he's back inside.

Two murder counts last year.

Yeah, two security guards from another jewelry store. He shot him in the back

the head after he tied him up.

Boone's in jail?

Where?

White House Prison, New Hampshire. How far is that from Concord?

Left in 50 miles.

That's where Veronica's going.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Boone's got a court appearance.

Today.

That's what she's doing.

The money she stole from Larson is for a prison break. We need to warn somebody.

The court's at four.

They've already left. Find the route. Notify the state police. Come on.

Yeah, roadblocks, 50 -mile radius.

Check every train, plane, and bus line, too. These are seriously dangerous

people.

Well, it looks like there were at least four gunmen.

Antonia confirmed that those other numbers that Veronica called were

with Boone's.

Organizing a reunion.

Mm -hmm.

There's tire tracks over by the backhoe, probably the car that they used to get

away in. She beat us every step.

Roadblocks aren't going to catch them.

Now we have to figure out where they're going next.

Exactly.

Veronica worked in a department store for a few months in 96, which might

connect to the mannequins I keep seeing somehow.

Okay, what about this? One of the guys who helped spring Boone grew up in

Raven's Nest, Montana.

But the bird in the dream was not a raven, it was an owl.

Okay, all right, we need some help.

Now, at this point, tequila would help.

That's not a very effective investigative tool, is it, tequila?

And while you guys sit here ordering drinks, a bunch of killers roam free.

you might not dodge the blame this time? Oh, I'll dodge it. I'm more concerned

about you.

So, describe this bird in your dreams.

Uh, I don't know. Yellow eyes, dark beak.

I mostly saw the owl's head.

Owl's head?

It's a famous lighthouse in Maine. It was built in 1825. The original optic

a fourth order from now. Fantastic white beacon.

You know a lot about lighthouses.

No more than I do about most things.

Lighthouses are on the coast. Yeah, they tried Kentucky. It didn't work out.

Well, but before he got into armed robbery, Tyler Boone spent about two

a fisherman, so maybe that's how they're trying to get out of the country.

By boat.

Get back.

Larson's vanity plate. He had a boat.

And he'd brag on it to hit on a hot woman, too.

Check Robert Larson's credit card statement.

Oh, I'm already there.

He makes a monthly rental payment to a marina in Owl's Head, Maine. Got him. I

need you to thank me on part of my job.

Get a SWAT team out to the marina. You got it.

Still no sign of the SWAT team.

We wait.

For what?

Veronica to sell off in the sunset?

The tactics manual strongly advises... Forget the manual.

What does your gut say?

I think they're on that boat.

You think or you know.

Painted lady.

I know.

It was from my vision. Well, all right then.

I'm not asking again. Ow! Keep your hands where I can see them.

Got it!

I pulled!

Anybody move, I pull both triggers.

You all right?

Peachy. Ticket in the vest.

Where's Veronica?

Who?

Whatever her name is. Your girlfriend.

Where is she I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, you don't know what I'm talking about

She's dead.

You killed her after everything she did for you.

You couldn't trust her.

She would have capped me one of these days.

FBI, freeze!

Right on time.

Let's go.

You okay?

Me? What about you?

Just a sore shoulder.

I'm good.

Thanks.

One thing that bothers me is now I've got to find something else to wear

Saturday night.

I had this hot little red number.

It was like all off the shoulders, you know, hit me good back here. Pow!

Now with this bruise, I'm going to mess up the whole look.

We can't have that.

No, we can't.

Nicole, I am so sorry. For what?

Well, I got you shot. No, you didn't give me anything. I make my own

and make my own mistakes, remember?

That bullet was a couple inches higher than the neck. But it isn't. But it

be. But it isn't.

Look, I'm trying to say thank you, you're so... Let me.

Okay.

Go.

Okay, uh... Thank you.

I'm lucky to have you as a partner.

I'm lucky, too.

Give me that.

You know, I'll think about getting this fixed now that I got the heel back.

Yeah, you should.

What kind of person keeps your heel for five years?

Don't you think that's kind of strange?

Yeah, no stranger than the person who keeps the shoe.

Right.