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Okay, um, thank you. Hey.

Hi. What's up?

White female found in the laundry seat this morning. Late 20s, very well

dressed. Guests at the hotel?

No room key, no ID, no purse.

We're sending somebody upstairs with a photo after the ME's done. See if one of

the employees recognizes her.

We should get some uniforms on the local dumpsters. We should get lucky with the

purse. I told you, I have a convention.

163 plastic surgeons checking in today, right now, and you've got people in

uniforms all over the laundry. This is Carly Seeger, the hotel's desolation

manager. This is my partner, Inspector Eckstead.

You people have yellow tape on every floor.

Only near the laundry sheets, ma 'am. Our tents are working as fast as they

Well, I don't know if you realize...

But the travel industry is in the toilet. This is a restricted area.

Truly, I can understand the kind of pressure that you must be under. I

can't. Thank you. If you could just move the police cars that are parked in

front of... Oh, my God.

You enjoyed that. Yeah, well, can't drink anymore.

From stamp and lividity, I put time of death between 9 and 11 last night.

the cause?

It's a really funny facial result, but blunt force trauma is the early leader.

Low to the right temple.

Any sign of sexual assault?

Nope. Her clothes are twisted, but that's probably from her trip down the

laundry chute.

Smuggles? Robbery?

Missing watch.

Missing wedding ring.

Both expensive items, I'd guess, to go with a $500 skirt.

I've got the knockoff.

$23. That's good to know.

I'm off the rack.

I only buy on sex.

Brian, what are you doing here?

Well, I was just over at the jail section.

A client of mine had a little trouble.

Is that a new cologne?

How you doing?

Nate Basso.

Brian Lloyds. You're a partner.

I've heard about you.

Yeah, okay.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Allergies. I can't smell a thing.

My client allegedly dumped a truckload of manure into his wife's Mercedes

convertible. A little tension of the upcoming distribution of assets.

Is it really bad?

Compared to what, Chernobyl?

He was crying, scared.

He hugged me a lot.

Sure, he craps up the bends and covers up the smell on him with a gallon of Old

Spice. Bingo.

Evidence transfer.

Yeah.

Look, can I talk to you for a second?

See what I did there? I just did a whole Sherlock Holmes thing.

Nate, don't you have a report?

What report?

The one that's going to take you two minutes to finish.

Oh, the report.

Right.

Brian, it was nice to meet you.

Hi.

Denise's work thing changed.

She wants Michael this weekend instead of next. So I was wondering if we could

move up dinner to tomorrow night.

Sure. Your place, you still want to cook?

I talked it up pretty big. I feel I got to come through on this.

I'm not worried.

Okay. I'll see you then.

Brian, that was fresh manure, right?

I think that's the only reason he would use so much cologne.

The guy owns a nursery.

It was a very heavy load.

Destroyed her shocks, even.

I can't spell it at all.

All right.

Go home.

Take a shower.

Burn the suit.

Excuse me. Officer.

Washington. Raina Washington.

Allison James.

Sunny?

Aunt Margaret!

I went to St. Margaret's with you!

Remember this? We've got the wheel, we've got the tea.

Hail, you wild cats!

Let's hear you!

Raina, right, yeah.

Top secret virgin Cosmo.

I beg your pardon?

She was in here last night, ordered a Cosmopolitan about 10 o 'clock, right

before I went off fifth.

What was the secret part?

Well, she only wanted the first one real. Anything after that, no alcohol.

I got the feeling she wanted to stay sharp for whoever she was drinking with.

And who would that be?

I only gave her the one drink. She was here about a half an hour and then left,

headed to the elevators.

How did she pay?

Charge it to a room or...? Credit card.

Big tipper. Uh, should be right in here, actually.

Lynette Gardner.

Don't you get it?

I made her last drink.

It's like he wants me to know he's been in my apartment.

He moves things, little signs.

How long ago did you break up with him?

Six months ago.

And ever since I've been getting these really weird phone calls in the middle

the night, I can hear him just breathing. And as soon as I fall asleep,

again. Did you report any of the calls?

I mean, what's the point? He doesn't say anything.

And plus, Ethan is a software genius. So even if you did track the calls, they

probably looked like they were coming from a phone booth in Algiers or here,

police station.

This kind of case, it's hard to prove.

Without phone traps, surveillance cameras.

He changed the alarm code from the inside, the apartment keypad.

Well, maybe you did. Maybe you just pressed the wrong key. I wasn't there.

I was in Seattle at a board meeting.

I didn't get back till late last night.

The company I work for is being bought, and they want me to stay on as head

designer, finish the line.

The power bag?

That's yours?

Wow, you pretty much reinvented the purse. If this keeps

up, could you talk to him?

Could you make him stop?

Even Pastor Phil, that's the guy.

I'll check it out with my captain.

Maybe we can do something.

Okay, thank you.

Hey, Wildcats got to stick together.

Lynette's husband's wrecked. I mean, he's devastated.

He's an Internet guy.

His company goes under. His wife goes back to work.

Sales, heavy construction equipment. She was good at it, too.

He stays home with the kids? Yeah, which is where he was last night with a

couple of his buddies while she was out selling, watching the Giants lose on the

flat screen TV, which she bought him.

Yeah?

Okay.

They found Lynette Gardner's jewelry, her purse, her cell phone, everything,

a dumpster about three blocks south of the hotel.

Not a robbery.

Knock, knock.

Charlie McBride, inspectors.

Listen, I can't tell you how sick I am about this thing. If there's anything I

can do, anything at all, you just say the word.

Were you close with Lynette?

Huge loss. Yeah, yeah, business and personal.

Just one big happy family here at Conco Sales, huh? Well, it was that kind of

place. Yeah, yeah, you know, people work hard, go home, wife, kids.

Is that where you were last night, home with the wife?

Uh... Lucky in sales, unlucky in love, I guess. Yeah, no, I was right here, a

poker game. A couple of our guys, one of my clients.

Well, we're going to need those names.

Jerry Pulaski was the client.

Mark Zacker and Ollie Webson from here. We heard that Lynette was meeting one of

her clients at the hotel that night.

Hanging with the customer. Yeah, yeah, it's a big part of the gig. Dinner,

drinks, you know, whatever it takes.

Do you know who she was hanging with?

We don't pool our information, Inspector.

Lynette and I were friendly competitors.

And it seems like Lynette was the friendly winner, huh?

Lately, but for three months straight last year, it was me.

It's a back -and -forth thing, up, down, you know.

Like life itself, I guess.

Mark Thacker, he was in the game?

Yeah, yeah, talk to Mark.

You know, it's an old boys' club kind of thing here, but Lynette and Mark, they

were pretty close.

So why did you call Lynette last night, Mark?

Uh... We recovered her cell phone, and we know that you called her from yours

around 9 .43, talked for about 90 seconds, and shortly thereafter, she

bar. Right. I was just checking in with her. We were thinking about working a

deal together.

Really? We got the impression that that didn't go on around here.

Yeah, I know. Sales.

Straight commissions. Most guys are just out for themselves.

But not you.

Well, I always figured half of something was better than all of nothing.

Well, were you good enough friends with Lynette to know where she might have

been going when she left the bar?

No, we were colleagues. I mean, I liked her, but she didn't fill me in on her

personal life.

We have a witness who said that she was headed toward the elevators to an

upstairs room.

Mark, if you know something... Yeah, I know that she's dead, all right? And I

know I'm through talking to you.

Okay, that's fine. But we'd appreciate it if you would show us Lynette's

computer. We have a search warrant.

Okay.

All I'm saying is you could have told me.

My dating information is available on a need -to -know basis, which means me and

the guy that I'm dating. Of course, that's brand new policy, considering you

never dated before. I don't remember getting a memo.

Nate, he's my lawyer. He handled my divorce.

One -stop shopping. Love that.

You are unbelievable. I just thought you would have mentioned him, given the

special circumstances.

What, that he's black?

That he cooks.

Okay? Real men don't cook.

All right? This has got to be some kind of play, like a gimmick.

Frankly, I'm suspicious.

You were spying on me. I was practicing my surveillance skills. I was staying

sharp for my partner. You should thank me.

C .D.!

I think it's cool here.

Nothing like that.

How many people have access to this place?

Allison?

Four.

I have a key, the doorman, and the housekeeper.

Including Allison, that's four.

I changed the locks when she broke up with Ethan, but clearly he's figured out

way to get in.

Pamela Cook, my life -saving assistant.

Pammy, this is Raina Washington.

Nice to meet you.

Your conference call's waiting.

I put the Q3 costs on your desk, and I faxed the new materials proposal to

yesterday. So don't let Arturo tell you the factory can't tool up in time to

make their fall date.

You hear what I mean?

So, Pammy, you'll show Raina... Yeah, go on. Be brilliant. Got this covered.

Okay.

The clothes were taken off the hangers and left on the floor.

He smashed the glass and left it hanging.

The bathroom was trashed. Anything missing?

Her birth control pills were scattered all over the floor.

Ethan lived with her. He knows how to push her button.

She hasn't seen this.

It came in yesterday's mail to the office.

It's from the DJL Awards last year. Ethan was her date. He was in the other

of the picture.

It was their last date.

She broke up with him the next day.

Is he the kind of guy that could get violent?

See, personally, I couldn't say.

I started work about a month after they broke up, but I'm not as scared as she

is.

Pammy! Here, take these.

I need the drawings for the Florence collection.

Artura's got issues. And sorry, I'm going to be on a call for a while. Could

wait? I got enough to get started.

Let me get to work.

Could you talk to him?

Because maybe if you talk to him, he'll stop.

I will.

Meanwhile, change your lock.

Again.

It's Mark Sacker at her work.

Nothing on him? No. No record, but he was hiding something.

Yep.

23 dates with Lynette in the last three months, for example.

Lunches and dinners.

They found her Palm Pilot in a garbage can a couple of blocks away from the

purse. What about the computer?

Hard drive's been reformatted. Somebody wiped it clean.

Don't look at me. I'm not calling her.

Where's Mr. Macheter?

There you go.

Lydia's working now. Time to leave.

So she says that she broke up with me.

Which aversion, Mr. Pastorfield?

No, no, not aversion, the truth.

Allison was more interested in the PR advantages of a rich, successful

than she was in the boyfriend himself.

And that would be you?

Yeah, um, I cleared $12 million when I sold my company last year.

I may not be real money to you, but I call it rich.

With a capital R.

Uh, cell phone technology?

Yes, which of course means I made all these late -night phone calls.

Look, Allison and I had a little fun, but it turns out, like many powerful

women, she's a control freak and an attention whore.

I've got better things to do with my time.

Right.

Carla Clement in Atlanta six years ago, Zoe Glass in Redwood City in 1996. They

both filed criminal charges.

Carla was a washed -out cokehead.

Who thought she could promote a little cash out of me with a trumped -up civil

suit?

Zoe is a girl I fired who's filed harassment charges against every man

ever worked for.

The laughingstock of Silicon Valley.

All the charges were dropped.

But you're a tough little cop.

I'm sure you can look things up and everything.

You don't want to find out how tough I am, Mr. Patterfield.

You really don't.

So you lied to us, Mark.

Well, look, I'm drinking with two beautiful ladies.

You were a lot closer to Lynette than you said.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. I'm a big fat liar. Lenny and I, we were in love.

We were having this big hot affair.

That's what you think, isn't it? Because, well, because we spent all that

together and I lied about it.

Mark Sacker, big macho equipment salesman.

I'm gay, ladies.

Mum's the word.

And Lynette was the only person you could talk to.

Yeah, at work.

She was all I had.

I mean, you've seen that place, right?

Charlie and those guys, if they knew.

Yeah, she was my friend.

And she protected me.

I say it's gone.

Lydia says it's never gone.

Run. You can't hide.

You think Lydia's a moron?

Take this.

You lose.

I win.

Did he have a little trouble with women?

Yeah, I think so.

Why don't we start with the email?

Okay.

A memo from Charlie McBride.

Oh, God.

He put Lynette's face on that girl.

That has got to be a digital fake.

There's no way that a woman's body...

Does that?

Actually, the supersized load of manure was a response to something she did, the

wife. Well, did she talk about manure while he watched her cook his dinner?

You're not watching, you're helping.

Give me a pinch of that red stuff.

Well, I can smell it here.

I think I was allergic to that cologne.

Now, I want to ask you to cover me and drink a great deal of this in case this

dish doesn't work out.

Okay.

Try this.

Hmm?

Nice.

See, and I thought you wanted to get me drunk so you could have your way with

me.

No way.

Just like what? Our fifth date?

You should know me better than that.

I'm not saying that's a bad thing.

Me wanting to have my way with you?

Still, it must be a relief to know it's all about the food.

You should see the notes on her client list. I mean, details on their families,

anniversaries, birthdays.

There was the one with the science with kid. She tracked down and loaded Star

Teleco. How odd, a woman who succeeds because she's good at her job. Most of

have to sleep our way to the top.

Charlie McBride can't stand it, so he sends her this hostile email crap.

Mm -hmm.

You know what? Maybe it wasn't enough for him. Maybe he kills her because

a lot better than he is.

Yeah, man beats him, he can take it, but a woman.

It's humiliating.

Has to bring her down.

I'm sure you know about that, Captain.

I can only imagine what this place was like back then.

Back in the gold rush days?

No, you know what I mean.

You were like Lynette, holding down the lonely outpost.

My first arrest was a drunken disorderly.

Huge perp.

6 '5", big guy.

I haul him in, print him, turn him over to booking.

About ten minutes later, I get a call from one of the sergeants, something

with my booking card.

So I head back to the desk, and there he is, standing there stark naked in all

his glory, surrounded by half the squad, including every guy who I thought was

rooting for me.

You know, just knickering, waiting for my reaction.

What did you say?

Cute. Not my type.

Good for you.

I'm gone. You need overtime on this, you guys.

Okay, thanks.

Thanks. You know the great thing about this dish?

According to the book?

Keeps forever.

Really? Like a Twinkie?

You know what I mean.

You mean like for a couple of hours?

Next day even, I said.

For breakfast.

Let's test that theory.

I forgot something.

I'll just be a second. My mom's waiting in the car.

Hi.

I'm C .D.

Yeah, and you're the cop?

You must be Mike.

Don't tell him I forgot my music. He'll kill me.

What piece you working on?

Please, let's not do this.

I don't even like to talk to you guys. The girlfriend...

It's just easier because by the time I remember your name, you're gone, and

comes a new one.

So don't worry about me.

Well, your father talks about you a lot, so I'm interested.

Don't be.

I don't need a friend, and I already have a mother.

So don't be interested.

Did you think it was funny leaving porn on her desk?

Go to any newsstand, you'll find plenty worse.

Lynette didn't mind.

Bad luck drawing two chicks on this one, Charlie.

You didn't like competing with Annette because she was better than you. That's

ridiculous.

Couldn't stand losing to a woman, huh?

Look, I didn't kill anyone.

I was playing poker with the guys all night.

We talked to the cleanup crew at work.

They came by at ten and you weren't there.

If you were this sloppy with all your clients, Lynette must have been shooting

ducks in a barrel.

You know, I don't know if this is possible for you, Charlie, but now's a

time to come clean.

Okay, I wasn't with the guys the whole night. I left the game early.

I was with a hooker.

You're going to arrest me for that?

If we can't find something better.

Does woman have a name?

Magda? I don't believe it. It's a sexy name.

It is.

I saw him.

Ethan. I drove up as he was driving away.

He drives a black Porsche. I got the license number. Write that down for me.

Now? Are you going to pick him up now?

Or are you going to wait until I'm in the car?

We'll pick him up. Don't worry.

Thanks.

Tammy, listen, I need you to go to the office with the new management team.

Somebody's got a baby. No problem.

What about you? Are you going to be okay?

I'm going to be fine. I've got Raina, my old high school pal.

Can I at least ask you what I prepared for dinner?

No.

Maybe he didn't really cook.

Please. Maybe he got food from a great restaurant, put it on his own plates,

then just said he cooked.

Man.

He didn't bake anything for dessert, did he? Because I can maybe talk my way

past the cooking, but a guy who bakes... Drop it.

I'm not seeing him anymore.

Charlie McBride came over to my place at 9, left at 10.

Charlie's a pretty good client, huh? He gives you plenty of business.

Not enough to lie for him.

Listen, is this going to take much longer?

I've got a spinning class to get to in about an hour, so... Listen, honey, a

woman was murdered, okay? A very hard -working woman with a one -year -old

child.

That's lousy. Yeah.

Look, Charlie's a pig. I give him up in a second.

But he really was with me one whole boring hour.

Okay, we're done here.

Incitation collar. I'm sure you're used to this.

Oh, come on. We had a deal here.

Not anymore, we don't.

You work at the Heights Hotel?

Yeah, I've been there. Not in a while.

You were there Monday night.

We have you on video, in the bar, a 9 .30 time stamp.

Around the same time you claim to be making the Earth move for good old

Close your mouth. It doesn't suit you. The deal is off.

Okay.

I'll write you.

Charlie left my place at 9 .15.

He sent me over to the hotel to party with another guy, and on my way up to

room, Charlie paged me and cancelled.

He said he'd pay me anyway, but he cancelled the job.

You got a name for this guy?

Jerry. Something.

Room 1504.

I swear, that's the truth.

Hey.

Hi.

What's going on?

I should finish that report.

I'll do it.

I called you three times.

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry I didn't call you back. Nate and I were on this job

and... That's not true.

Am I the truth?

Yeah.

But I'm not going to get it.

Brian, I'm... I'm not ready.

It's just been a few months since my divorce.

You are ready.

So am I.

Look, we clicked CD.

Last night was so great.

And then what happened?

This morning when you left, it was like you had some big realization.

Yeah, I realized that I'm not ready.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

So am I.

You okay?

Nate, this is the women's locker room. Yeah, I know. It was a major fantasy

I was in high school.

Somehow it's not quite as good without all the naked cheerleaders, though.

So we have a bolo out on Ethan and the Porsche.

Be on the lookout.

We'll pick him up.

It's just I can't take very much more of this.

You know, I'm ready to quit.

Somebody else finish the fall line.

What's all that?

My immune system.

Shot from all the stress.

So much for my glamorous life. Looks good from here.

I'm 25. I'm scared and I'm alone.

The only person I have to call is the police.

Well, you kind of do know me.

You're really sweet, Raina.

You know, the more time we spend together, the more I remember you.

Yeah? You were a cheerleader in junior high.

No.

I didn't transfer in until 10th grade.

And they only accepted me because my mom taught there.

Mrs. Washington, AP French?

Yeah, I remember her.

That first day, man, I was so scared I almost didn't go.

And I looked in the school directory and I saw that there were three other black

girls there.

You, Charlene, and Alicia.

And I said to myself, hey, there are three friends right there.

Three possibles, anyway.

You were so cool.

Bunny Beard.

Every day, every day, I tell myself tomorrow is the day we're going to be

friends.

But, um...

That was my mistake, Raina.

I forgot to know you back then.

Yeah.

So many women, he doesn't even remember their names.

The kid's not the problem here. It's the daddy you want to stay away from.

But Michael's lying.

Brian's been divorced for seven years. He's had two serious girlfriends, and

last one was over two years ago.

How do you know?

Because he told me.

And he's an honest guy.

I believe him 100%. It's Michael that's trying to push me away.

I picked a guy with a kid.

I mean, that's the point. It's a huge obstacle, the kid and the whole thing

Brian. It's just a big uphill fight.

Well, it's all an uphill fight, even when it's perfect.

Like my marriage.

What marriage?

You were married?

Yeah.

Hey, it cuts both ways. I don't tell you everything.

My high school sweetheart, Molly.

Even now, I wouldn't change a single thing about her.

What happened?

A little train wreck I like to call Nathan Basso.

I was a cop. It was a hot shot in Vice.

I liked it.

And I didn't pay attention.

And it blew apart?

Slipped away.

It's more like it.

After four years, like I said, even when conditions are perfect, it's an uphill

fight.

So, you know, when you see a guy like Brian, who's a glimpse of

daylight, you've got to go for it.

Got to give it a shot.

My dad's not home.

That's okay. I'm actually here to see you.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Okay.

Here's the deal, Michael.

I like your father, and whether you like it or not, and by the way, I don't care

how you dealt with the other girlfriend.

If I'm in your father's life, I'm going to be in your life a little bit.

So if your dad wants to, I'm going to go out with him again.

And you and I are going to have to work something out.

Now think about it. Don't.

Go with the flow.

Let's just give it a shot.

Miles.

Miles Davis.

He's going to play the horn. You've got to listen to Miles.

Thanks. I like Miles Davis.

Of course you do.

You're a smart kid.

The next time you want to set fire to some ex -girlfriend's car, make sure no

one sees you. What are you talking about?

An eyewitness.

Allison's assistant, Pamela Cook, she made you and she made the car. She got

license plate.

She's Allison's assistant.

I'm sure she'll be able to pick you out of a lineup.

Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised.

She was able to pick me up at a bar.

She was able to take me back to her pathetic little garage apartment and get

in the sack.

I never called her.

This is some kind of twisted payback.

Jerry, we know about your rendezvous in the hotel.

You're taking some hooker's word that Charlie sent her to my room.

But canceled it.

Jerry, listen, we've got crying techs in there right now.

Working a grid covering every inch.

We ever have a room, Jen, where a woman's been and we haven't found a

hair? No.

Never.

See, there's always at least one.

Not to mention the fingerprints.

Yeah.

And the blood.

I mean, what about the blood?

Charlie.

Charlie says he's setting up a hooker at 10 o 'clock.

Ten on the dot, there she is. Short skirt, pretty smile.

Says her name's Lynette. I swear to God.

He said she was a hooker.

But she wasn't.

I was drunk.

Charlie and me, we'd closed our deal.

Tequila shots all afternoon.

She told you she wasn't a hooker.

I thought that she was playing a scene, you know?

So I start grabbing for her.

and she's pushing me away.

So I grab her and throw her on the bed.

Her head clips the edge of the nightstand.

And she's not moving, not breathing.

So I called Charlie. He came over, and we took care of it.

Dumped the body, her I .D.

All her stuff.

She was dead.

I swear to God, it was an accident.

And then what happened?

I was so scared, you know.

Sure.

He didn't even tell me who she was until after we'd dumped the body.

I've got some responsibility in all of this.

But where the hell is he? He should be sitting here, too, right next to me.

Charlie set me up.

She fell.

She hit her head. It was an accident. Shut up, Charlie.

I'm so sorry.

What'd you say to her, Mark? Go up to the room. There's a big sale waiting for

you.

Bet you finally felt like one of the boys, huh? Making that call?

So how'd that go? No, no, let me call her, Charlie.

She'll believe me.

She's my friend.

I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

Get them out of here. They're making me sick.

It was a joke.

Yeah, yeah, that's all it was. It was a joke.

No one's laughing.

Yeah.

Well, last you made a deal with the DA and Bon Terry Manslaughter.

Three to four years.

It was an accident. You said so in your report.

Pulaski doesn't have any history of violence. No road rage, no barroom

nothing domestic.

They've charged Charles McBride as a principal to manslaughter, obstruction

justice, and accessory after the fact. And Mark Thacker, he'll plead to felony

conspiracy and get probation.

That's it?

Did Charlie put Lynette in a dangerous situation? Yeah, but did he know that

Jerry was going to act that way? How could he?

He sent her up to a drunk, entitled jerk who only had sex on his mind. What the

hell did he think was going to happen?

What did he want to happen?

Well, when you cool down, why don't you go and talk to the husband? Let him know

the news and that he's got grounds for a civil suit against the company. Hell,

at the end of the day, he could own all the bulldozers in Northern California.

Make peace with it, guys. It's as good as it's going to get.

You did a good job.

I just can't do it.

Too much has happened.

I don't care what the new owners say. I'm out of the company.

I don't care.

They're going to have to go find themselves a new designer.

It's over.

Ethan's in jail, and I'm leaving town.

So I'll call you in a couple days.

Yeah.

Okay.

Pammy.

Thanks for everything.

Didn't Allison tell you?

She left.

I'm replacing her.

Goodbye, Tammy.

You need me.

You'll see.

You okay?

No.

Look, if there's anything you need from me, you just... I can't sleep here. I

gotta go to a hotel.

Yeah, I understand.

You think you know someone. Right, but you never really do.

Listen, I'm really exhausted.

So, if there's anything else you need from me, give me a ring at the office

tomorrow. Sure. So, I'll call you tomorrow. Oh, Reina.

I want you to have this.

It's an original.

Thanks.

I can't accept this.

It's cost as much as my first car.

I've got enough purses, and I thought... Nobody has enough purses. It's a fact

of life.

Actually, it's not a purse. It's a power bag.

Are you saying you don't want it?

Are we having a conversation about purses?

Is that why you're here?

I guess not.

You tried to help a friend, and you found out that she wasn't really your

after all.

Yeah, that's close enough.

Well...

You can look at it this way. You solved your first case.

Yeah, I guess I did.

Terrific police work.

Thanks, Captain.

You bet.

Emerina?

The power bag?

Yep.

I don't care what anyone calls it. It's a purse.

Are we clear on that?

Yes, Captain.

You sure you don't need some help?

You're not allowed in here. I'll be done in just a second.

You guys are going to love these potatoes.

My grandmother's secret recipe. Peace.