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Not a good day to be this guy.

What do we know?

Bike messenger, single gun shot

through the chest, no eye witnesses.

The store's vacant.

Looks like it has been
by the look of the place.

Not much foot traffic.

No security cams.

He got shot at close range.

We've got blood splattered here

- and on the ground here.
- So...

The shooter would've been here.

Ah!

Say hello to my little friend.

- I'll hook up ballistics.
- Yeah.

So do we have any ID on this guy?

Maybe it's in his murse.

- "Murse"?
- Man purse.

You need to get yourself one of these, Soto,

change your life.

- Thanks for the tip.
- Here.

No wallet, no ID.

Keychain with no key.

"G", maybe his initial.

I don't know of any pharmacies

that give pills in an envelope.

ADHD meds.

America's favorite amphetamine.

Maybe our bike messenger was a drug courier.

Yeah, but who would kill the messenger

and leave the drugs?

I think we need to talk to Quinn.

So Meredith's on with the phone company

trying to trace the signal

for Quinn, the amphetamine addict.

- Alleged amphetamine addict.
- Of course.

Okay, where are we

on operation "Find Me an
Affordable Beach Rental"?

Okay, so we've got a few opportunities here,

including this little gem on Front Street.

I guarantee you the boys
would love that one.

Well, it's not just the boys.

I hope you don't mind. I...

Oh, you invited Tony.

Yeah, following your lead.

You know, getting the kids

to know the significant other.

That's not weird for you, is it?

No, it's fine.

Yeah? So, are you and
Angela going somewhere?

Oh, I don't know her plans.

I'm gonna stick around here,

make sure the wheels don't fall off the bus.

Strange seeing you eat that.

Yeah, decided to start a health kick.

- Hal's got donuts.
- Kick's over.

All right there, Captain?

Just thinking about vacation.

What about you, Pulaski? Any plans?

Well, I'm thinking about going on
this single's adventure to Costa Rica.

Kind of like The Bachelor,
but with zip-lines and monkeys.

Oh, I never took you for
the deep jungle type.

I still need to come up
with 500 bucks, so...

I'm thinking of selling this sucker online.

Doesn't really go with my apartment.

It doesn't really go with anywhere.

I've got Quinn's location!

That's him.

He's booking up 8th Avenue.

Let's grab him before
he causes more trouble.

Back off! I'll cut you. I mean it!

I'll cut every one of you!

- Now stay back.
- He must be on something.

Doesn't even know he
stabbed himself in the leg.

Back up, everyone! Just back the hell up!

Okay. Okay. They're
backed up, it's all good.

You too, crazy lady. Move it!

You've played rock, paper, scissors.

You know how rock beats scissors?

Yeah, so?

So gun beats knife every time.

- You got him?
- Yeah, we're good.

You want to do the honors?

Sure.

Hey, Quinn,

you're under arrest.

Synced by emmasan
www.addic7ed.com

EMTs and cops are on the same side, dude.

What's this about, huh?

This is what this is about, "dude".

Now where were you at
9:00 a.m. this morning?

Pushing a straw into a guy's trachea.

But it wasn't that guy.

- Never seen him before in my life.
- Really?

Because he had an envelope with your name

and phone number on him when he was killed.

You think I had something to do with this?

Just because the guy had
my contact info on him?

No, because he had your drugs on him.

Hang on a second.

I only take these pills

so I can do my job, saving lives.

This is your first offense.

I can recommend a diversion program for you,

but I need to know where these came from.

I just call a number with my order.

Then a different delivery
guy comes every time.

The phone number Quinn
gave us is a burner phone.

But he's cooperating with narcotics.

Patrol canvassed the area
where the body was found.

But the corner store's
been closed for years.

The whole block is kind of desolate.

So, we have no fingerprints,

no DNA, no photo recognition.

Okay, so, we have nothing.

How are we gonna ID this guy?

Well, we don't have nothing.

We have a murse.

Okay, murse, talk to me.

This has already been run
for prints, hair, fibers.

Yeah, but it's like tea leaves.

We just can't see what it means yet.

Okay. Well, here's all the
contents, next in line ticket.

List of traffic school websites.

Allen wrench.

Cloth for polishing silver.

Oh, I got it.

- It's crap.
- Yeah.

No, it's all the crap
that I hate to deal with.

Like this. This means I waited an eternity

for, say, sliced pastrami.

This means three hours
of hell in traffic school.

Again.

This means my mother-in-law's

coming over to judge me.

And this is eight hours of my life

constructing an IKEA bookcase.

Pretty sure that was
eight hours of Billy's life.

I helped. Now, this is the kind of crap

that you want to pawn
off or pay someone to do.

Our victim was some kind
of personal assistant.

- Wait a minute.
- No idea what that is.

I think I do. It's a key fob.

He was a gopher.

A what?

I just got off the phone with
the founder of Gopher Star.

It's a website where people post odd jobs

and freelance employees, or
gophers, accept the tasks.

They're trying to set themselves apart

from the herd with these GPS devices.

Customers use those to track their gophers.

- Hmm.
- So, our victim veered off at 8:56,

and his fob stopped moving at 9:06,

which was 10 minutes
before his body was found.

Now we have a pretty specific time of death.

How about an ID?

Thomas Colvin, Gopher Star
emailed us his personnel file

as well as information on the dealer

that hired him to make the delivery.

Dr. Milton Fisk. He's...

87-year-old pharmacist from Stuy Town?

He was selling product on the side to fund

a retirement condo in Boca.

- Really?
- Narcotics picked him up,

but he can hardly walk and
he alibied out of the murder.

Hmm. So clearly, this isn't about drugs.

I'll send Billy and Laura to
the victim's apartment.

Somebody wanted him dead.
We need a theory as to why.

Thanks, buddy.

So, besides a passion for gophering,
what do we have on this guy?

No record, good student.
He's pretty squeaky clean.

How does a guy like that get himself killed?

Whoa.

Looks like our squeaky
clean gopher had a hobby.

Being a psychopath.

Raquel Rivera, found strangled
outside her high school prom

in 2001.

Oh.

Honor roll student, star
athlete, volleyball team.

And according to this article from
last year, it's still a cold case.

Well, maybe it's heating up. Some killers
become obsessed with their own crimes.

I don't know, he's got question
marks all over the place,

possible timelines.

I think he was obsessed
with solving the crime.

Oh, look at this.

Camera equipment, sound rental, travel...

He was documenting his obsession.

To the tune of $17,000?

No wonder he was working

all those Gopher Star jobs.

Here we go.

Rejection letters for a film
called Prom Murder.

- Mmm.
- From Tribeca Film Festival,

Sundance Film Festival.

You know, all these photos were
printed out from the same website,

sleuthitout.com

Armchair detectives.

Wannabe PIs who think watching a couple
of episodes of SVU makes them an expert.

Mmm.

- Computer's gone.
- Okay, so, no forced entry.

The killer took the keys
right off of Thomas' body,

waltzed in here and stole the computer? Why?

"The truth will be revealed."

- What?
- Check it out.

Apparently Thomas was going to
screen himself today.

Just started 10 minutes ago.

Okay. You secure the
scene till the techs come.

I'm going to the movies.

It's just like old times.

Movie date night.

You, hogging the candy.

You're not getting any of the licorice.

- Or any anything.
- I've upset a lot of people in making this movie.

And I presented a lot of theories,

but in the end, I can
only make one conclusion.

Raquel Rivera was killed
by her own brother, Oliver.

Pursuit of justice must continue.

Please join me.

He just said Oliver was the
killer, we got to start there.

According to the RSVP list he's a no-show.

All right, I'll text Meredith
and Frankie to pick him up.

- We can't assume anything.
- Hmm.

The odds are very high that
most of the people in this room

are connected to or especially
interested in this crime.

We have to interview all of them.

The killer could be here.

Divide and conquer.

Thank you so much for watching.

I'd like to invite you all to stay for a Q&A

with the NYPD.

My name's Ethan Skinner.

So, Mr. Skinner, did you know
the filmmaker, Thomas Colvin?

Not really. He wanted to interview
me because I was Raquel's boyfriend,

but it was too painful.

You must've spent a lot of time with Raquel.

I used to help out at
her mom's flower store.

Every day. We were always together.

- Except at the prom?
- She had to close up the store that night,

so she insisted I go on
ahead and she'd meet me.

She never made it.

Did the police interview you?

The police questioned
all of us, incessantly.

But we were all at prom,
none of us could've done it.

All these years, we'd all thought that
Raquel had been killed by a robber

because her earrings had
been yanked from her ears.

And what's your connection to Raquel?

I was Ethan's best friend.

So he and Raquel were always together

and I got to know her really well.

She was amazing.

Sounds like you remember
that day pretty well.

My best friend was killed, I
remember everything about it.

Even though it was 15 years ago?

It was gonna be a big night for us.

More than just the prom?

Raquel and I made a pact

to lose our virginity to our
boyfriends after the dance.

Of course, that never happened.

Did you see her at all that night?

No, uh, the last time I
saw her was that morning.

She gave me this.

She made a set. The earrings
for her and the necklace for me.

- Now I see...
- Excuse me. Councilman Danvers?

Councilman? Fancy.

I'd love a word with you. I'm KC Moss.

I have a radio show on sleuthitout.com
dedicated to the Raquel Rivera murder.

I would love a quick interview with you.

You're from sleuthitout.com?

I'm from NYPD.org.

Seems like we have
jurisdictional issue here.

So why don't you have
your people call my people

and then my people will lock you up
for impeding a murder investigation.

Well, just call me when you need my help.

How was the movie?

No explosions, no car crashes, not a movie.

Yeah, but it did give us a
possible suspect, Oliver Rivera,

- Raquel's brother.
- Are we picking him up?

Meredith and Frankie are
staking out the house now.

Oh, here's the, uh, form you requested.

- Oh, perfect.
- Wait, what's that?

A request for transfer of file

for the prom murder.

You do know you need my
signature on this, right?

- Can I have your signature?
- No.

- And why not?
- Because I don't want this case transferred to us.

We don't need a 15-year-old
unsolved murder on the books.

The cases connect.

Well, then review the case.
Make some photocopies.

But don't take on a cold
case squad's old baggage.

- If you say so.
- I say so.

Police!

No one's home, we're gonna have
to come back with a warrant.

- Yahtzee!
- Oh, Lord.

Oh, sorry, it's just that I got
my seventh bid on a lamp.

It's already at 350 bucks!

- Baffling.
- Yes, it's just that if I get to 500,

then it'll cover the whole cost of my trip.

Hopefully our suspect has an ugly lamp.

Oliver's in major financial doo-doo.

So we've got a double
murderer with nothing to lose?

Who just came home.

NYPD, freeze! Don't do it!

He has a gun!

Frankie!

- Do you have the weapon?
- Yeah.

Only it's a microphone.

- What?
- Can I have my mic back?

- You were almost killed.
- I know.

- I can't believe I didn't get any of that on tape!
- Who are you?

- And what are you doing here?
- The same thing you're doing.

Trying to solve a murder. Okay?

My name is KC Moss,

I already gave one of these to
NYPD, but you could have one too.

Sleuthitout.com.

So, have you arrested Oliver?

No, but we almost shot a trespasser.

Take a hike.

Or I'll lock your fanny up for obstruction!

This is starting to sound a
lot like a police cover-up.

- Any comment?
- Leave. Now!

Fanny, seriously?

Okay, I'm sorry about the blue language,

but I really needed to get rid of her
because I need to show you something.

- What?
- Okay?

That paver.

Hmm, one of these pavers
is not like the other.

Ooh!

Glock 19, 9mm.

Same caliber that killed Thomas.

We seriously need to find Oliver.

Ballistics came in.

The gun at Oliver's house was
the one used to kill Thomas.

- Where are we on finding him?
- Hasn't turned up yet.

His car's in his garage,

no hits on plane, bus, or train tickets,

he must be hiding out somewhere in town.

What's that? And do not tell
me it's the cold case files.

It's the cold case files.

I wanted you looking over the
files, not taking over the case.

I didn't sign the form.

See, that's weird. It looked signed.

Well, it wasn't, because I don't want you

pouring over a 15-year-old case file,

I want you out looking for Oliver.

We looked! We checked his house,
his office, his gym, his bagel place.

- Well, keep looking.
- I am!

I can assure you he's not
in the conference room.

But the key to finding him is.

Another "getting ready for prom" shot.

This one featuring a heavy hand on eyeliner.

Except the earrings
she has on are beautiful.

We got Thomas' cell phone records.

He got a call right before he veered
into the alley, but it's untraceable.

Oliver must've used a pay-as-you-go phone.

Okay, so we struck out there.

But I think this is a home run,

if I'm understanding my
sports metaphors correctly.

Beach rental, adorable, still avail,

perfect location, and two bedrooms.

- How much?
- Check it out, you're gonna die.

- Dying!
- God!

Dead!

- Get it!
- I already did.

Yes!

Oh, God, I can't wait to tell the boys!

I already did.

There's such a thing as being too helpful.

Copy that.

Oh, here's something.

Oliver was never considered a
suspect because he had an alibi,

but the alibi was his mom.

- Oh.
- She said that he was working at the flower shop.

Okay, except she can't verify that,

because she passed away a few years back.

Okay, well, there must be timecards.

Is there anything here from the flower shop?

The store's vacant.

Looks like it has been for a
while by the look of the place.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

- The flower shop.
- The flower shop?

The flower shop.

Be careful, Oliver knows this
place like the back of his hand.

Call out if you see something.

- I see something.
- Whoa!

It's Oliver. We better
get Reynaldo over here.

Ice cold, rigor's setting in.

We don't need a medical examiner

to tell us this guy's been dead for hours.

So, Oliver killed Thomas to prevent
the film from being screened,

he didn't know that the film
had already been delivered.

The screening went ahead, Oliver couldn't
hide anymore, so he killed himself.

In the place where he and
Raquel had the most memories.

So, where is the suicide note?

Let's see what we got.

Ah, nothing.

What have we here?

Wait a minute.

It's Raquel's earring.

He tore it out of her
ear after he killed her,

kept them all these years
and now here they are.

Hey, that's as good as a confession, right?

Case closed?

Three cases closed!

Raquel, Thomas, Oliver!

- Bam!
- Mmm.

- Yup, done and done.
- Yes!

Okay, I'm gonna go home, play some LEGOs,

make some pasta,

because we are all done here.

Done, done,

done.

- We're not done, are we?
- His feet are too high.

And here we go.

How did Oliver kick the
stool out from under his feet

if his toes barely grazed the top of it?

Somebody staged this.

You were right, Detective Diamond.

Notice the ligature mark?

It's consistent with the noose.

But if you look closer,

you've got two small marks here and here

- where we see deeper bruising.
- Thumb prints.

And a fractured hyoid bone.

Cause of death, manual strangulation.

So, someone strangled him,

then staged it to look like a suicide.

Then, maybe, new theory,

they put the earrings in his pocket
to frame him for Raquel's murder?

And put the gun in his place to
frame him for Thomas' murder.

Well, we're getting good fingerprints,

hopefully the perp's in the system.

Well, there have been two murders
in two days on this property.

We have to find out who that new owner is.

Why didn't you tell us you
bought the flower store?

I didn't think it was relevant.

Thomas' body was found
outside the store yesterday.

- It's relevant.
- I bought the store because it was undervalued.

- It was just business.
- It wasn't just business.

The Riverlake High School yearbook.

In every single photograph

you are standing next to Raquel.

Now, why is that?

It's not alphabetical, you're
not the same height.

This photo explains it.

That's you, right? And Raquel?

Check out the way you're looking at her.

You were in love with your
best friend's girlfriend.

How very Rick Springfield of you.

Okay, fine.

Maybe I was in love with her, so what?

So, you couldn't handle the fact

that she was losing her
virginity to Ethan that night.

- So you killed her.
- That's ridiculous!

And, years later,

when Thomas started poking
around about this case,

you got nervous.

And so you used your vacant flower shop

to set up Thomas' murder
and stage Oliver's suicide.

You tried to pin it on him.

You knew all three victims.
You had access to the shop.

All right, this is out of control.

I should call my lawyer.

But I'm not going to,

because I have nothing to hide.

Can you account for your
whereabouts yesterday?

City council meeting.

And that is a matter of public record.

Crime lab results.

The prints that we found at
the flower shop weren't yours.

And unfortunately, they don't match
anyone else in the system, either.

Okay, Councilman, who else
had access to your store?

Back window was unlatched.

Anyone could get in, but no one
in our group had a reason to kill.

Councilman, do you know who this is?

No idea.

I think I do.

Pretty much as close as you can get
to a real radio newsroom, you know?

AP wire, police scanner, old school
fax machine for anonymous tips.

- You get a lot of those?
- You never know.

But the real magic happens in the booth.

Oh, excuse the mess,
I'm switching equalizers.

Got to have everything running
smooth before my show later today.

That's the hard part about
streaming live, no room for error.

Well, I'm glad you've
finally come to me for help.

Well, you know just
about everything there is

to know about Raquel's murder, right?

Right.

Sorry, I forgot to ask, would
you mind turning your ringer off

and putting your phone in the
bin? I'm kind of a stickler.

Yes, I mind.

Okay, well, I'm sure it'll be fine
since I'm not live right now.

Anyway, um, about the case?

Well, we found some fingerprints
at one of the crime scenes.

- And have you identified the prints?
- Yes, and get this,

they came from a former Riverlake student

who the police hadn't interviewed
after Raquel's murder.

A student who also knew Thomas.

Can you tell me who this person is?

Why, yes, I can.

Katherine Claire Mossler.

She's since dropped the freaky goth look,

good move, although I did love The Cure.

And now she uses a new name,

KC Moss.

Snappy.

See, it's right here on the business card

we used to match prints.

See, the funny thing is,

she's not just obsessed with the case,

she's been obsessed with Raquel for years.

"Dear Raquel, I just wanted you to know
that you are everything I want to be.

"Heart, heart, heart, Katherine."

Strangely, no one remembers her.

I guess she was kind of a nobody.

I wasn't a nobody!

And I didn't kill Raquel,

she was the only one who
protected me against the EOs.

The who?

The EOs, the evil ones.

That was my codename for bullies.

I was kind of a weird kid,
in case you didn't notice.

You know, I didn't exactly
hang out with Raquel's crowd.

And, yet, she still stood up for me.

I never forgot her.

So, years later, when I came
across her Sleuth It Out page

- I started posting stuff.
- What kind of stuff?

Uh, I said that I had a secret source

that revealed that Raquel
had been mixed up with drugs.

Let me guess, you're the secret source.

Between you and me, yes.

But it was true. The day before prom

I walked into the girls' room and saw
Raquel and some of the other seniors,

and they were doing
some sort of a drug deal.

And no one ever had posted
that about her before.

And since you had never mentioned
that you had gone to Riverlake,

all of your fellow web-sleuthers thought
you were this amazing detective

who was able to suss out
things no one else could.

It was the first time that anyone
thought what I had to say was important.

So I became KC Moss and
started my online radio show.

Can you explain why your
fingerprints are at the flower shop?

Episode six.

Last week I went down there, poked
around, tried to find some clues.

Of course you did.

I don't suppose you have an alibi
for yesterday morning, 9:00 a.m.?

I was interviewing people all over town,

from 8:30 a.m. until
the screening started.

I can give you my list. They can all verify.

My fans know I am not gonna stop
digging until I find the killer.

KC, the killer does not
want you to keep digging.

This isn't a game. This is real.

Look what happened to Thomas.

I've been researching
this case for over a year.

- I'm not just gonna let it all go to waste.
- Well, then give it to me.

If anything jumps out
at us we'll look into it.

But you have got to promise

that you will let the real detectives

do the detective work from now on.

Okay.

Minutes from the city
council meeting, people.

Oh, I see the offending
light fixture hasn't sold.

I cannot say I'm surprised.

There's actually a bidding
war, but Frankie won't sell.

Well, one man's lamp is another man's

"Please God, get it out of here."

Alibi checks out for both the councilperson

and the web-sleuth. We
are back to square one.

Maybe square two.

This is an email that Thomas sent to
KC the night before he was killed.

"Screening starts at 6:00 sharp,

"and by 7:31 everyone will
know who killed Raquel."

Boom!

I'm assuming this is important
information because you said, "Boom".

The film that I've watched three
times in the last day and a half

isn't an hour and 31 minutes.

Look, it's only an hour and 29 minutes.

Maybe Thomas was bad at math.

Or maybe there's two
minutes of the film missing.

Let's find out.

Last edited yesterday, 12:47.

More than three hours
after Thomas was killed.

He wasn't killed to prevent the screening.

He was killed so someone could edit out

two minutes of incriminating footage

from the stolen computer.

If you're right, whatever's
in that missing footage

is the key to solving this case.

We have to find an older
version of the film.

How? Thomas' computer was stolen
and we have the only other copy.

Not the only other.

- Where are you going?
- Tribeca Film Festival.

I thought Thomas didn't
get into that festival.

He submitted.

So at this moment I'm considering
that a red carpet invitation.

Can I take your photo?

Right over here, sir.

Excuse me, are you on the list?

All-access pass.

We need a DVD of a film. Prom Murder?

I'm not sure I remember
that on the schedule.

That's 'cause you rejected it.

Ah, then it would be in the storage room.

Come back on Monday morning and
I'll be sure to have it waiting.

Monday isn't as now as I was hoping.

Do you have a warrant?

Not exactly.

I'm so sorry, but this is the most
important evening of the entire festival.

We are oversubscribed as it is.

And as you can see, we are guest-list only.

But come Monday morning and I'll
be more than happy to help, okay?

No problem at all. Thank you so much.

- You're welcome.
- Hold this, please.

NYPD, I need to commandeer this bad boy.

Wait, what are you doing? Excuse...

It's faux-fur, no blood baths!

Thanks, guys. Two
"Ts" when you spell it, okay?

- G-U, double T... Yeah.
- Hi.

- Steve Guttenberg.
- Hi.

I'm Detective Laura Diamond.

You know, the Police Academy movies
inspired me to go into law enforcement.

- Really?
- No.

But, uh, I am a cop

on a job and I need you to walk me inside.

Let me see your badge.

Feel my boob.

- I'm sorry, what?
- Feel my boob.

My badge is in my bra.

- Okay.
- The other boob.

Oh, it usually takes me a couple
of drinks to get to second base.

Okay, this is my private security.

All right, back off!

No direct eye contact!

So, where do you keep your gun?

Don't push it.

Excuse me, NYPD.

Oh, hey.

Here you go, man. You
deserve this more than me.

- Thanks.
- Hey, look,

can you show me to the storage room?

Yeah, sure, what do you need?

Okay, I'm looking for a
copy of a rejected movie.

That's where it'll be, right?

Yup, alongside about 10,000
of its loser friends.

You can start in this room
here. If it's not in there,

I got two other rooms you can check.

Bottoms up.

Cheers.

The tox screen is back.

The only drugs in Raquel's
system were Lovirax and Accutane

for cold sores and pimples.

Common pre-prom cocktail.

So, KC was wrong about Raquel using drugs,

but I was right.

Prom Murder.

Says right on the case
an hour and 31 minutes.

Hmm, a full two minutes longer.

Nice work.

So, now all we have to do is just sync them
up and find the two minutes we haven't seen.

Show time.

Ethan Skinner, excuse me.

Can I speak to you about the murder
of your high school girlfriend?

I'm sick of you people trying
to glamorize a tragedy.

Have some respect.

Leanne, get in the car.

Did that tell us anything we don't know?

Just who killed Raquel.

Go back.

Now slow it down. Not that slow. Just...

You can't backseat drive
my remote technique.

We're not married anymore.

- Okay, there. Stop.
- Have some respect.

You see how mad Ethan looks right there?

He just realized that the
camera caught something.

Something that would give
him away as a killer.

Stop. Okay, now zoom in.

More. More.

Okay, it's a little hard to see here,

but Raquel's friends would have
easily spotted that on the big screen.

Raquel's handmade prom earrings

on Ethan's wife.

Boom!

Yes! These are mine!

They were stolen from our
house about three months ago.

Well, I am so glad we recovered them.

They really are unique,
where did you get them?

It's a funny story, actually.

So, last year I was putting away the laundry

and I got this wild hair to
reorganize my husband's sock drawer.

And there they were, hidden way in the back.

Oh, that is a funny story.

- It gets better.
- Oh.

We're still two weeks from my birthday.

You should have seen the look on his face

when he walks in and I'm wearing them.

- I bet.
- Poor guy!

I mean, I know I shouldn't have ruined the
surprise, but I just loved them so much.

Yay.

Now, unfortunately I have to
make you go through each page

and sign these forms to register a claim

to have the property returned to you.

I'll just, uh, have our
assistant, Mr. Carnegie,

stay with you while you
fill all these out, okay?

Hi.

The wife confirmed

that before Raquel's earrings
wound up in Oliver's pocket,

they were hidden away in Ethan's drawer.

Well, that's good enough for me.

- I'll have Laura and Billy pick him up.
- Okay.

"F" to the "I", newbie, you gave
earring-girl the wrong form.

She only needed the A-210.

No, no, no, Max, I was trying to stall her!

- I was doing a thang!
- You don't do thangs!

Well, I am learning.

Leanne wasn't under arrest
so I couldn't take her phone,

but I wanted to make sure
that she was too occupied

- to call her husband.
- Oh! Okay.

- Um, I'll get Laura, she'll fix it, right?
- Right.

I just called my husband
to give him the good news.

Oh, did you? What did he say?

It went straight to voice-mail,
I forgot his phone was off.

- Bummer.
- But I texted him a picture instead.

As soon as he turns it on,
he'll see me with the earrings.

- Oh.
- Excuse me.

You knew that your husband's phone was off,

- any particular reason?
- He's doing some interview

with some obsessed reporter.

Anyway, thanks for finding these.

Gotta find Ethan before
he turns his phone on.

We know that he's with KC.

That could be anywhere. She was all
over the city interviewing this week.

I can narrow it down from anywhere

to...

KC's apartment.

I "accidentally" dropped
Thomas' fob into KC's bag.

I knew that she would snoop again.

And I knew that she would
get herself into danger.

it was hard on all of us.

She's livestreaming the interview!

I was right!

KC is alone with a serial murderer.

- You and Billy get over there.
- Okay.

And hurry!

Otherwise KC could be his next victim.

We're seven minutes out,
Laura, do your thing.

I'm KC Moss, and we're
winding up today's episode

with my guest, Ethan Skinner,
who was Raquel's boyfriend.

Uh, we have time for one more call.

Go ahead, caller.

My question is for Ethan.

I hope he can stay for just a minute.

- Wait, is this...
- Uh, this is Anonymous from Brooklyn.

Long-time listener, first-time caller.

Hi, Anonymous.

Uh, what's your question?

Actually, I have a special
message for you, KC.

Your guest is a real-life EO.

- What's an EO?
- The EOs, the evil ones.

An exceptional one.

Ethan, you are so brave

to talk about all of this.

My question is a two-parter.

In fact, KC,

I just faxed in the second part of it

'cause it's kind of a visual thing.

If you want to go and grab
it while I ask the first part.

Sure thing.

I've got her out of the
booth, how close are you?

Six blocks away.

Anonymous, you have a question?

Yes. Yes.

You have been such an
inspiration through all of this.

- What's your inspiration?
- My family, you know.

My wife, my kids, they're everything to me.

Beautiful. You've been able
to create a meaningful life

after such a tragedy.

It hasn't been easy,
but, yes, I'm very lucky.

Oh, my God!

Come on!

I never thought I'd love again
after what happened with Raquel.

Your wife is so lucky.

I always knew in my gut that you
were just the nicest guy around.

You're a murderer!

- KC, no.
- You killed Raquel!

These are her earrings.

You've had them all these years?

Billy, I need you there now.

- Ethan...
- You're gonna pay for this.

Shut up. You have no idea what you're doing.

I'm doing what I set out to do.

I'm solving this murder.

Raquel was my friend and you killed her!

- You don't understand.
- No, but I do.

Ethan, I understand everything.

Raquel was your first love

and she cheated on you!

Yes, you made a mistake.

But it was her fault, she betrayed you.

Hell yes, she did!

I never meant for any of this to happen.

I know. And that is why
you were able to move on

and create a beautiful life all these years.

And then Thomas shows up

and threatens to ruin everything.
You couldn't let that happen.

You have a family! They love you.

- And they trust me.
- Yes.

I understand all of it, Ethan.

And the jury will, too.

You told Thomas to stop and he wouldn't.

You're the victim here.

- It's not your fault.
- What about Oliver?

- KC, stop talking.
- He did nothing to you!

He was innocent and you killed him!

Ethan, Eth... What's going on?

Ethan, talk to me.

NYPD, hands up!

Hands up!

Show's over, let her go.

- Step outside.
- Look at me.

Look at me. Breathe.

- Breathe.
- How is she?

She's gonna be okay, Laura.

Not after I deal with her.

I am so sorry.

I... I just couldn't resist.

Clearly.

So, how did you figure it out?

Raquel had Lovirax in her system.

It's a common cold sore medication.

But in 2001, it wasn't FDA approved

for cold sore herpes,
just downstairs herpes.

She wasn't a virgin.

So, before she had sex
with Ethan on prom night...

She had to tell him that
she had cheated on him.

- He snapped.
- But Ethan had an alibi that night.

Well, not for every second
of the entire night.

I mean, he could have slipped
out for a few minutes.

After all, it doesn't take
very long to kill someone.

- So I almost learned.
- You learn anything else tonight?

Yes, I'm done with web-sleuthing.

- For good.
- You better be.

Next time your fax may be out of toner.

And then who knows what happens.

- You believe her?
- Not for a hot minute.

Did you take the, uh, tracking
fob out of her purse?

Hell, no.

Girl can't help herself.

Congratulations, Detective.

You've closed three cases,
including one very cold case.

Really? I hadn't noticed.

- Ah.
- Hmm.

The boys drew a picture of us.

Ha! Man, they really got my hair wrong.

And my name.

They're just excited about the beach.

That's... That's all this is.

Nah, I understand. I...

You're moving on with your life.

I encouraged it.

Not easy to see him here.

It used to be me.

It's still you. It always will be.

Jake.

O Captain! My Captain!

Detective.

Bad day?

- I've had better.
- What can I get you?

Oh, uh, I'll have one of those.

You, uh... You selling it?

Uh, about to.

Let me guess, wedding present?

How did you know?

Well, you twirl your finger
whenever you get nervous,

particularly your ring finger.

Hey, listen,

I couldn't even imagine

losing a spouse in the line of duty.

I am so, so sorry.

So, uh, Laura outed me?

Mmm, no, it was in your personnel file.

As boss, I promise you, I know
way too much about everybody.

Oh!

$510!

You know, that would get me
all the way to Costa Rica.

You know, I also know a thing or
two about holding on to the past.

It's not healthy.

Do it.

Do it!

- Plus, it's a really ugly lamp.

Jesus! Okay.

- It's sold! Ah!
- Yeah, there you go.

I am going zip-lining with monkeys.

You might want to re-read that brochure.

Mmm. Whoo!

Yeah, these make me almost
as happy as Zingers.

- I'm afraid to ask.
- Zingers?

They're like if a Twinkie
and a Sno Ball had a baby.

Yeah, they're magic.

Thank you for the insight.

And I thank you.

I...

really needed someone to talk to tonight.

- You know Wisconsin?
- Hmm.

So did I.

Need any help?

I can't believe I'm asking this, but
do you have something called Zingers?

End of that aisle at the bottom.

No, please. I'll give you what you want!

I want to report a shooting.

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