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Aah! Aah!

Oh, my God! Aah!

Aah!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God.

It's a fate worse than death.

Every time I take my car
into the FDLE garage,

they give me a squad car.

A squad car, Carlos.

Can you see me
in a squad car?

Not in the front seat.

And you don't strike me
as Mr. Handy.

Well, it's not rocket science.
I can figure it out.

Well, then, hurry up.

We got a floater.

Any signs of foul play?

Play, at least.
Vic's still in the pool.

Ah shit

she's back.

Who's back?

Neighborhood girl scout.

I bought a box of do-si-dos
the other week.

Now she's stalking me.

Hang on.

Let me shut her down.

Oh, you're not
a girl scout.

You're changing
your own oil?

What? You don't think
I can handle it?

Ah, you just don't seem
like the handy type.

Wow. I'm getting that
a lot today.

Is that why you came over here?
Just to insult my manliness?

Right, like you don't know
why I'm here.

No, I don't, actually.

Okay, maybe I do.

Jim, we kissed.

You know, like, kissed.

Yeah.

Don't you find that
really distracting?

You don't.

Well, you're --
oh, yeah, no, yeah.

I've -- yeah.

So, when were you planning
on calling?

Calling. Oh.

No, I-I guess I just, uh,

thought that you'd drive
that bus --

you know, with the whole
marriage and kids thing.

And an anatomy midterm
next week

which I have to study for.

And, clearly, my life
is messy enough as it is.

I don't need complications
or drama.

I just want to focus.

Yeah, okay.
Uh, no, I get it.

Good.

So, in the interest of me

not flunking out of med school
in my second semester...

Now I can focus.

All right,
I'm happy to help.

Some say
I don't play well with others.

I was a damn good Detective
in Chicago

until a disagreement
with my boss

encouraged me to pack it up
and make a change.

So I put the Windy City
in my rearview

and headed
to the Sunshine State

to kick back, play some golf,
work on my tan,

maybe write the occasional
speeding ticket.

Yeah, well...

That didn't work out.

The Glades 1x10
Second Chance
Original Air Date on September 12, 2010

He drowned?

Cardiac arrest.

No wounds
or signs of struggle.

Rigor in his jaw...

But not the body.

I'm putting time of death
at around 6:00 A.M.

He had a heart attack? He was
built like Michael Phelps.

Yeah, on the outside.

My guess -- he got coked up
last night,

overdid it this morning,
ticker gave out.

His lungs filled with water,
took him under.

That's the pool cleaner
over there. Her name's Gabby.

She jumped in the water
to cool off.

Her impact
shifted his body.

Gas in his guts brought him
to the surface.

Huh.

Gabby?
Detective Longworth.

Hi.

You know this guy?

His name's Kevin.
That's all I know.

Uh, he had his own key,
so he stayed here a lot.

And he seems nice enough.

Oh, was he the caretaker?

Beats me.
The owners are never here.

She lives in Ocala.

Ocala?
Horse-breeding country.

What, does the owner
breed horses?

Uh, I don't know.

I-I just know
she has a lot of money.

Check it out.
Found it in the pool skimmer.

Obviously
not the victim's.

The killer, maybe?

If the killer's a horse.

Looks like horsehair,
doesn't it?

If it is, it must've
fallen in this morning,

'cause, uh, I cleaned
the skimmers yesterday.

I ran out of filters, so I had
to come back and change them

late yesterday.

I, uh, also found a duffel bag
of clean clothes upstairs.

Still looking
for his wallet and keys.

That the owner?

Patricia Dixon.

She used to be a pretty hot
model back in the '90s.

Oh, yeah?
Hot, rich, ex-model.
Mm-hmm.

I'm guessing the old guy's
a dead husband.

The pot's still warm.

And there's two cups
on the dish rack.

Hmm. You're thinking
he had company?

His power's been off,
but everything's now back on.

Someone flipped
the breakers.

So? Maybe it went out
in the neighborhood.

No. Gabby cleaned next door.
She would've mentioned it.

If he was electrocuted,

that would look like
a heart attack, wouldn't it?

I thought of that. Checked the
pump and lights. All grounded.

There's nothing
in the pool, amigo.

Not anymore, anyway.

An outdoor vac?

They're made
to suck up water.

Yeah, but not
to be submerged in it.

Plus the water was dirty.

Mineral content
increases conductivity.

I'm just saying.

Death by vacuum cleaner?

I mean, possible,
but highly unlikely.

I mean, sometimes a banana
is just a banana.

Yeah, and sometimes...

...It's a murder weapon.

Ocala sheriff showed
Patricia Dixon the vic's pic.

She said it was Kevin Kehoe.
He used to work for her.

She say what he did?

Nope, but she runs
a breeding farm up there,

owns a thoroughbred
named Second Chance --

ran the Gator Derby
two weeks ago.

Was a long shot, so it made
a lot of people rich.

A racehorse and a dead body.
Any odds they're related?

I'd bet the house
on that.

What the hell?

Looks like you stripped
your drain-plug threads.

In English?

You have
a screw loose.

Huh.

You got one of these? Cool.

Heated seats?

Really? In Florida?
Yeah. What?

There's a couple of days
in winter

where it gets pretty cold.

Ohh! Cold? Cold?
Yeah, cold.

Right, that must be
a Southern thing.

You wouldn't last a day
in Chicago.

Are you done?

Thanks for driving me.

No problem.

The second you said Ocala,
I was in.

I love this part
of the state,

and I never
get up here anymore.

"Anymore"?

I was a hot-walker,
an exercise girl

when I was 19
one summer in Ocala.

Oh, I bet you were
a hot walker.

A hot-walker helps the horse
wind down after exercise.

Do you know anything at all
about horses?

Well, yeah. I can usually get
the front and back end right.

Okay, thoroughbreds

have to be conceived
under natural live cover.

There's no artificial
insemination.

Natural live cover?

Copulation --

actual sex with
another thoroughbred.

Oh. Right.

Artificial insemination
would be too easy. It'd be --

you could breed any two horses
anywhere in the world.

Uh, isn't easy a good thing?

It's harder to prove
a foal's lineage.

Live cover is witnessed.

A vet can verify
the foal's parents.

And breeding is all about
bloodstock -- who sired who.

You learned all this
being a hot-walker?

Well, for a minute and a half,
I wanted to be a jockey.

But...

There was me and Ray,
and then we had Jeff,

and then I went on
a very different ride.

Here we are. Glades Ranch.
Oh, my God.

Is that Darcy Owens?
I was hoping she'd be here.

So, Jeff is 13 now?

Please!
I can't even talk about it.

This is the champ?

Yep.
How is he?

He's a good boy,

although I'm just
getting to know him still.

This is our first morning
together.

So, what brings you back?

That would be me.
Jim Longworth, FDLE.

Hi.
This is Darcy Owens.

We used to work together.
Uh-huh.

A cop, huh?

You know, Callie always went
for the bad boys.

I guess with age
comes wisdom.

No, okay,
we're not really --

no, I'm investigating
the murder of Kevin Kehoe.

Did you know him?
Kevin?

Oh, my God. What -- what --
what -- what happened?

Uh, well, that's what
we're trying to find out.

He worked here, right?

He ran the stables...

Before Patricia fired him
two weeks ago.

Yeah, why's that?

I-I have no idea.

She's in the breeding barn,
I-if you want to talk to her.

Here?
Yeah. Come on. Let's go.

What, is it
supposed to rain?

Detective Longworth.
They said you would be coming.

Yeah.
Patricia Dixon.

This is my vet,
William Meadows.

We heard the horrible news.
Who'd want to kill Kevin?

That's why I'm here.

Oh. Oh, sorry.
I-I have an emergency.

Dosher lose
another one, doc?

I should go.

I hope you catch
the son of a bitch who did this.

When did you
last see Kevin?

Two weeks ago.
When you fired him.

He bought and sold horses
for me.

But he was a kid.
He needed seasoning.

Why'd you hire him, then?

Kevin was a barn rat,

knew just about everybody
in town,

which was helpful
at first.

Look, I didn't want
to fire Kevin,

but he had his demons.

Sometimes they got
the best of him.

Demons. Like what?

He loved horses.

As much as anyone
I've ever known.

But people --
people, he could take or leave.

And once Second Chance
won the Gator Derby,

dealing with the press,
the fans --

it all became a much greater
part of the job.

He hated it.
He refused to play along.

So I just decided that I could
do a better job myself.

And save a bit of cash.

Oh, no, wait. You're loaded.
Or your husband was.

Last time I checked, he couldn't
take it with him, Detective.

So you took it with you.
I'm a pragmatist.

To some people,
that makes me a cold bitch.

I gave Kevin
a generous severance,

and he and I ended
on good terms.

Good enough to have
a key to your house.

Did you make him caretaker
of your property?

Not officially, no.

But he knew that I was
spending all of my time
in Ocala these days,

so I didn't mind if he made
himself at home down there.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
uh, she's in heat.

Yeah, that's kind of kinky.

What's that for?

Oh, it, uh, it keeps her
from kicking the stallion.

Breeding can be very dangerous
to a stud's health.

Yeah. I'm getting that.

Thanks for inviting me.

It was really nice
to be around horses again.

And...I have to study.

And...I have to
catch a killer.

Yeah, you should do that.
Yeah.

So, I'll, um,
I'll call you later?

Great.

What?

What?!

While you were cavorting
with your consultant,

some of us were working.

Give me that.

Kehoe's liver was singed.
So it was electrocution.

Which triggered
cardiac arrest.

Whoever did this knew
what they were doing.

Most M.E.'s wouldn't
have looked at the liver,

including me, if you hadn't
been such an a-hole.

Just doing my part.

I found a burn mark
between his shoulder blades.

H-he was wearing something
around his neck.

A Saint Christopher,
maybe?

What, the patron Saint
of travelers?

So much
for his guardian angel.

Also ran a tox screen on
the horsehair from the pool.

The horse was juiced
with winstrol.

It's an older steroid
still used by bottom-feeders.

They'll buy a cheap horse,
pump him up with cheap steroids,

and put him
on a claims race.

The purses are small,
so nobody tests the horse.
Oh.

Just got Kehoe's voicemail.
Phone company gave me the code.

Dr. Meadows: Hey, Kevin.
It's bill. Call me.

Is that our guy?
Warm.

Call me, Kevin.
We need to talk.

Warmer.

Hey, man, call me by tomorrow,
or I'm coming after your ass!

Got it?!
Boiling.

Call the D.A.
Get a number trace.

Already done. Phone company's
GPS'ing it right now.

The caller is doc Meadows,
the vet for Second Chance.

Oh, Carlos,
lend me your keys.

Why the hell
would I do that?

My car's in the shop.

So?
That's not my problem.

Fine. You drive.

Yeah, wait a second.
Uh --

That's our guy.

What's he doing here
so late?

Let's ask.

Uh, no.

I don't have a gun.

Use ur finger.

It's dark. He won't
even know the difference.

Two hands.

Yeah. Mean it.
That's pretty good.

Hands in the air.
Out of the car.
Dr. Meadows: Whoa!

Step out of the --
get the hell out of the car!

Okay, all right, all right.
Up against the car!

W-what's the problem?
Hands on your head.

Ow! Come on!
What's this about?

Ooh!

Uh, okay. Uh, what's the meaning
of all this?

Funny, doc -- I was gonna
ask you the same thing.

You can put that down.

I've known Kevin
why would I kill him?

Well, I know you were
"coming after" his ass.

And now his ass is dead.

Kevin's mom
was a groomer,

ran off to Mexico with a jockey
when he was a baby.

H-his dad was a stablehand
with a Vicodin problem,

O.D.'d when Kevin was 16.

Doesn't sound too stable.

We all got him jobs.

But the kid loved to party.
I guess it was in his blood.

I keep an office
at Dosher Ranch,

the biggest breeding barn
in Ocala.

They're hosting
the blood auction this weekend.

They auction
breeding rights?

Best studs in the world.

Invitation only.
All the heavy hitters are there.

Kevin came by and asked
if I could get him in

so he could network.

That night, someone
broke into my office,

stole valium, ketamine...
Boldenone -- a steroid --

and some butorphanol --
a synthetic narcotic.

I have a d.E.A. Audit
next weekend.

If -- if I didn't report
that theft,

I'd lose my license.

You think Kevin robbed you?

He was broke.

And that stuff is gold
on the street.

I called him, tried to talk
to him, but he blew me off.

I got mad.

So I called Agent Dyson
at d.E.A.

I-I didn't want
to get the kid in trouble.

Maybe you would've got him
out of bigger trouble.

Hey, Daniel, need you to contact
an Agent Dyson from d.E.A.

So we can find out about this
drug theft at Dosher ranch.

And I need you to pull
Kehoe's financials.

Is this
from Patricia's pool?

Solar-powered robot skimmer.
Sucks up dirt from the bottom.

Goes for over 2 grand.

But it's jammed.
It's jammed?

And they say
I'm not handy.

What is it?
A sobriety chip.

He's been sober
for two years.

That's it.

It must've fallen off
when he got zapped.

D.E.A. confirmed the theft.

Said Dosher was robbed of some
of his drugs last year, too.

Kehoe wouldn't be wearing
a sobriety chip

while he was swimming
if he wasn't actually sober.

What if Kehoe
wasn't using his meds?

Maybe he sold them on the street
like Dr. Meadows said.

Well, I have Kehoe's financials.
He had a lot of debt.

Collection agency was coming
for his car any day.

He's got
a brand-new Mustang.

If he was selling meds
on the street, why didn't
he pay off his car?

You think Meadows is lying?
Maybe.

Although blaming a dead guy
for the theft is a good way

for a dirty vet to hide his own
nefarious drug dealing.

$42 for "Lyle Diagnostics"?

Lawsuit lab. They sell
cheap drug tests in
the back of magazines.

Maybe Kehoe was getting tested
to prove he was clean.

Maybe. But Kehoe was sober
for two years.

So maybe he was testing
for something else.

And that something else
got him killed.

Thanks again for driving me.
I know how busy you are.

How would you fix
a racehorse?

There's a million
different ways.

Vets use steroids, stimulants,
doping with E.P.O.

It's a kidney hormone.

It increases red blood cells
so they run faster and longer.

Human cheaters use it, too,
for marathons and bike races.

Well, that would explain
how a long shot

won the Gator Derby...

And why Meadows
was threatening Kehoe.

Yeah, but the problem is,
the state tests for E.P.O.

Before and after
a big race.

Dr. Meadows
wouldn't be that stupid.

Or maybe he's that smart.

When it comes to doping,
the bad guys

are way ahead
of the good guys.

Kehoe maybe knew something
that the state didn't.

If Kehoe could prove that
Second Chance's blood was dirty,

what would happen?

Meadows would lose
his license,

and Patricia would lose
a million-dollar purse.

So...Not good.
Not good.

Oh. Definite bach pad.

Hey, isn't that
your friend?

Darcy. Yeah.

She grew up in Ocala,
so it makes sense, I guess.
Huh.

Really? That's evidence?

People he hung out with?

She fell in a race
in Maryland

and just shattered
her shoulder

and, it looks like,
her confidence, as well.

Well, she's riding
a champ now.

Yeah, well,
she's healthy again.

She was a rising star
at one point.

What's this?

Got me.

Oh, it's on backwards.

Well, maybe it fell off,
and he was in a hurry,

so he just threw it
back up there.

Yeah, or someone did.

What is this?

Dry ice?

Maybe he wanted
to keep something cold

if he was on the run?

And...

Looks like styrofoam.

Why would he have dry ice
and styrofoam in his freezer?

I mean, we used it
at the hospital

to transport organs
and blood and stuff.

Well, that doesn't really lead
us to Patricia or Meadows.

This might.

You know what that is?

Two tickets to
the bloodstock auction.

"See you Saturday.
Dying to catch up. W.D."

Who's W.D.?

Wallace Dosher?

Uh, y-yes. Go on.

Uh, Detective, I bet
you're here about Kevin Kehoe.

And your relationship
to him.

Hey, I found this
in his apartment.

Hmm?

Yes, I sent that.

Well, what were you two
dying to catch up about?

Oh, horse talk, you know?

Dr. Meadows says Kevin was
stealing from your drug safe.

Uh, well, it's his safe,
not mine.

But if he says, uh, so,
yes, yes, that's hi--

um, M-Meadow's grandfather
was my grandfather's vet.

You want a drink?

No.
All in the family, huh?

Yes, well,
blood's the only thing

you can trust, isn't it?

So, you built all this?

Uh, no, sir. He did.

"Kingmaker.
The sire of sires."

He won $12 million
in races.

He sired
20 stakes winners.

And, one year, he made
$25 million in fees.

Now, that's a record
that'll never be broken.

He made more from breeding
than racing.

Yes, yes, well, a good horse

can win you a million dollars
on a race.

But then when he turns 4
and he's not racing anymore,

you can put him out to stud

and sell his covers
for $50,000 a pop.

Now, a good stallion can cover
a hundred mares a year.

Ooh. $5 million.

That's a lot of buck
for the bang.

And a true stud
like Kingmaker

can make,
oh, $300,000 a cover.

$300,000 every time

he has natural copulation
with a mare.

I'll never see
the like of him again.

What about Second Chance?

Oh, he couldn't stand
in Kingmaker's shoes.

$300,000 a cover?

Isn't that what
Kingmaker was asking?

That's what
Patricia's asking.

It doesn't mean
she's gonna get it.

But if she does,
you make 10%...

Of every live-cover fee
she sells in your auction.

It's pretty good stake
in a horse you don't own.

Well, I wouldn't want to.

I mean, Second Chance
is a front-runner.

That means he only runs
as hard as it takes to win.

See, character
is everything.

A true champion is born,
not made.

Well, he hasn't lost yet.

I mean, I know he hasn't raced
in the big races, but...

Yeah, he'll lose.

He was sired by Miami Joe,
who was sold for dog food.

Blood doesn't lie.
Unless it's doped.

I mean, you'd lose a lot
of money if Second Chance

was cheating
at the Gator Derby.

Is that what you and Kevin
were getting together on?

I spoke to Ed Dogra,
an ex-cop,

and he's working security

out at Arlington Park racetrack
in Chicago.

Oh, yeah?
Mm-hmm.

What'd old Ed have to say?

He said you were shot in the ass
for being a jackass.

Like I said,
character is everything.

Wow.

I thought you were just
a rich, old blowhard.

Someone like you doesn't
look into someone like me

unless you got
something to hide.

We're through here,
Mr. Longworth.

It's Detective Longworth.
God.

And actually...

We're just getting started.

That would be amazing. Bye.

How'd it go?

Well, he kicked me out,
so pretty good, actually.

People insure racehorses,
don't they?

Yeah, most owners
have mortality insurance.

I mean, just in case
something happens.

Anyone trigger it?

Like, insurance fraud?
Yeah.

You hear rumors about it,

but you'd have to be
a really evil son of a bitch

to do something like that.

Right, and if I was
an evil son of a bitch

well, you'd want to make it
look like natural causes.

Wow.
It's sickening.

Are you sure
you want to know?

Wow.

You really know
how to clear a room.

20 years of this --

that was the most disgusting
session I've ever had.

So, what do you think?

I think you're a bastard
for making me exhume a horse

in the back
of a rendering truck.

But?
You were right.

He didn't die of colic.
He was electrocuted.

Just like Kehoe.

So your farm went public two years ago.

But since Kingmaker went
to the big barn in the sky,

you haven't had
any winners --

which means your stock's
worth pennies,

which means
the buzzards are circling.

Your last, uh, three --
no, no, sorry -- four horses,

they all finished out of
the money at the stakes races,

which means
they're worthless to stud.

Two weeks later,
they all die of colic.

Oh, but, luckily,
they're all insured.

Guess they're worth more dead
than alive, huh?

That kept the buzzards away
for a while.

Yeah, well, you --
good for you.

You've been
on the Internet, here.

What does this have to do
with, uh, Kevin Kehoe?

He was shaking you down --
I found evidence

he was keeping something
genetic in his freezer.

Oh.
I'm thinking
it was tissue

that proved that you killed
your horses for insurance fraud.

So you electrocuted him,

just like you electrocuted
those horses.

Our lab exhumed Kingston,

the horse that died
two days ago.

He's got singe marks
on his ears and tail.

Mm-hmm.
Well, that could be mange.
Ohh.

Well, I am guessing
that a more objective expert --

say, uh, head of equine
physiology at A&M --

would just take
your little theory

and shoot it
all full of holes.

And that other business --

listen, the insurance
investigators,

they paid all those claims.

Now, unless you know something
they don't...

But I'll tell you what --
I know something you don't.

And that's that Kevin Kehoe
was shaking down Patricia Dixon.

You know what I think?
I think you just hate a woman

coming on and crashing your
"rich, old white guy" club.

Let me tell you something.

She offered me $1 million
to cover with Kingmaker.

I turned her down.

Because I didn't want
to Sully my winning line

with her second-rate stock.

But now she's got her own
Kingmaker -- Second Chance --

and your barn's
on the ropes.

Whew. She beat you
at your own game, huh?

Are you gonna
charge me or not?

I was nice enough
to come in here.

Now I got an auction to run.

Yeah, I'm gonna have to
get back to you on that.

Wally Dosher.
There's one pompous ass.

You know,
I came here as an outsider,

walled out by arrogant, rich men
like Wally Dosher.

The only way I was able
to get a seat at the table

was to let them
take my money.

But now you're here,
so why are you selling

Second Chance's
breeding rights so soon?

I mean, he's only 2, right?

Unless you're hiding
an injury.

Maybe make some cash
before he hurts himself?

Oh, don't be ridiculous.
People love his legend.

He's overcome
humble origins.

Like you.

What is your point,
Detective?

If you get what you're
asking for at auction,

Second Chance makes
$30 million a year in stud fees.

If he becomes
a sire of champions,

well, then he makes
$300 million a lifetime.

That's $100 million more
than Kingmaker.

Hmm.
Never crossed my mind.

Problem is, is it's
Kevin's victory, not yours.

Kevin bought Miami Joe.
That's Second Chance's father.

And the one horse
that everyone but Kevin

thought was worthless

sired a champion.

Kevin got lucky.

Yeah, so you got lucky.

So you think I killed Kevin
out of ego?

You've paid millions
of dollars to prove

to a bunch of rich,
arrogant white guys

that you're smarter
than they are.

Why not kill Kevin?

Especially if he was shaking
you down for some reason.

And what reason
might that be?

Yeah, I don't know.
Yet.

Hmm.

Well, that is a very interesting
theory, Detective.

Be even more interesting
if you had some proof.

So, how did it end
with you and Ray?

With him getting four and a half
years for armed robbery.

Wow. I'm sorry.

I-I-I shouldn't have asked.

No. How could you know?

And, honestly,
it made me realize

that I needed to do something
with my life.

Well, you could do a lot worse
than dating a cop.

I mean, not
a whole lot worse, but...

Thank you! Yes!

Finally, someone who
doesn't think it's weird

that I have issues
with cops.

And actually
I'm still married to Ray.

And I don't really know what's
going on with me and Jim.

Hi.
Hi.

Go on.

So, how about you?
Hmm?

Were you dating
that Kehoe guy?

Oh, Kevin? No, no.

His dad and my dad
worked together,

so he kind of grew up
in my house.

I was like
a big sister to him.

I'm glad you're back
in the game.

Thanks.

Ah, it must be so nice
to just wake up and get to ride.

Well, it's different now.
Now it's an actual job.

Right -- I guess
things aren't as simple

as they were
that summer, huh?
No.

Okay, I have a question.

And I hope
it doesn't sound obnoxious,

but is there any way that
you could get me into
the auction tonight?

Yeah, absolutely.
Not a problem.

I-I'm showing Second Chance.
Really?

Yeah.
I'll put you on the list.
That would be awesome.

I've been watching
all of Kevin Kehoe's DVDs.

It's simple. These are
both Gator Derby races.

And guess which one
is Second Chance.

Huh. Nice try.
They're both Second Chance.

Wrong. This one
is Kingmaker in 1994.

Weird, right?

Kehoe had hours of video
on both horses.

So I wondered why.

And once I started
watching them, it jumped out.

They're identical --

not just how they run,
but the way they run.

They're running just fast enough
to stay ahead of the others.

They're front-runners.

That's why Second Chance
was such a long shot
in the Gator Derby.

He'd only run against weaker
horses, never put up fast times.

Once he ran with the big boys,
he rose to the occasion,

just like Kingmaker.

It's in their nature.

You're not gonna believe this.
I got Kehoe's...

It's not a drug test. It's
a paternity test for a horse.

Okay,
how did you know that?

I had a hunch.
So, how do we know that?

It's simple --
the test compares DNA

from patient "x"
and patient "y."

If enough genes match,
it shows paternity.

I know who they are.

Patient "x" is Second Chance.
Patient "y" is Miami Joe.

Yeah, but if Miami Joe isn't
Second Chance's dad, who is?

Kingmaker.
How?
By immaculate conception?

Dosher refused to let Kingmaker
cover Patricia's mares.

By artificial
insemination.

Maybe Patricia
paid Dr. Meadows

to steal Kingmaker's sperm
before he died

and then say
Miami Joe was the sire.

But Miami Joe's dead. How'd
he get his DNA for the test?

Yeah, that's easy.
Kehoe managed the barn, right?

He could've kept a strand
of Miami Joe's tail or a mane

from one of
the groomers' brushes.

I mean, this guy grew up
in this world.

He knew the kind of
ruthless $bastard he was
gonna be dealing with.

He was covering
all his bases.
Hmm.

So, if you're right,

Second Chance
isn't a true thoroughbred.

And if that gets out,

Patricia's $30-million stud
is worthless.

That's a $30-million secret
worth killing Kevin Kehoe for.

Only we have no proof.

Then it's time
to see a horse about a man.

A paternity test for a horse.
Why would Kehoe do that?

To prove Second Chance
was an imposter.

So he could
blackmail Patricia.

Or Meadows, the vet

that signed Second Chance's
fake birth certificate.

Or he was trying
to sell the results to Dosher,

who he knows hates Patricia.

But the evil bastard just zapped
him instead of paying for it.

Okay, so, how do you know
who the killer is?

Well, we just sit back
and watch.

"Sit back and watch"?

, yeah, the cop cars.
I meant to, um...

Uh, Jim, you're using
my invitation to do your job?

Well --
Jim, I've waited 13 years
to come here.

Hey, cinderella.
I'm not gonna spoil your ball.

Hi. Callie Cargill.

Thank you.

You have a wonderful afternoon.
Thank you.

Thank you.
Sure.

Thank you.
Of course.

- Oh.
- Thanks.

Do you mind?
I'll just be a sec.
Jim, we just got here.

I just want to let her know
I'm here. I'll only be a minute.

Hi. How are you doing?
Great party, huh?

Hey, can you give us
a second?

Well, certainly.

Detective.

Did you get
your proof yet?

Eh, it's a work
in progress.

Is that why you're here
on my big day?

Maybe.

And maybe I want to
see Dosher's face when
you break his record.

After spending a little time
with the guy,

I can see why you hate
the smarmy bastard.

It's been a long time coming,

and I intend
to savor every minute.

Patricia.

Enjoy the show,
Detective.

Oh, I will.
Count on it.

Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to Dosher Ranch.

The next horse up
is Old Faithful.

And what will you give
for Old Faithful?

Somebody just start me off.
Thank you.

$50,000, and now $75,000.

$50,000, now $75,000.
$75,000. At $100,000.

What a gorgeous animal.

You really love them,
don't you?

Well, look at him.
What's not to love?

Ever wish you could
wind the clock back?

A little. Maybe.
No, I-I have Jeff.

He's the best thing
I've ever done, no question.

So everything turned out
the way it was supposed to.

Well, everything's turning out
the way it's supposed to.

Don't get too ahead of yourself
there, mister.

...The great Second Chance.

Here's our boy.

Owned by
Miss Patricia Dixon...

Here we go.
...Of Glades Ranch.

He is sired by Miami Joe...

And the foal of Lucy's Gold.

Ah, what a noble carriage.

You can see why everyone wants
a piece of him, can't you?

We will begin bidding
at $300,000.

What do I hear?

That you're under arrest.
What?

Along with Patricia Dixon
and Dr. William Meadows.

What --

what, is this
some kind of joke?

No, it's a warrant.

You're under arrest for
conspiracy to commit fraud.

Yeah, you can cuff 'em.

What? You're making
a hell of a mistake here.

Well, it wouldn't be
the first time.

Darcy, this is Ted Barnes.

He's with the veterinary service
for the FDLE.

He'll be taking care
of Second Chance.

Wait, wait, you're --
you're gonna take my horse?

Yeah.
What for?

As evidence in the murder
of Kevin Kehoe.

Thanks, guys.

Are you kidding me
with all this?

Callie, I'm just trying
to work it out, so...

By embarrassing me
and everyone else?

Not to mention the stress

that you're putting
Second Chance under.

Do you have any idea --

if that horse
hurts himself,

you're looking at
a $30-million lawsuit.

Really?

Yeah.

Well, I-I didn't
really factor that in.

You didn't really factor
that in, did you?

Where are you taking him?

To an FDLE barn
in Gainesville.

An FDLE barn.
Horse neighs ]

An FDLE barn.
It's a barn.

Well, can Darcy
at least go with him?

He trusts her.

I'll keep him calm, okay?

Really? I'm not really
getting "calm" from you.

Jim.
Okay. All right.

You know what?
Yeah. Sure.

Thanks, Callie.
Yeah. Knock yourself out.

Well, I guess
that's the day over.

Yeah, thanks to you.

Did Dosher really kill
all those horses?

Yeah. I think so.

I just needed the leverage
to confirm it.

Then get
the son of a bitch.

Wow. Horse calmed
right down.

She actually does know
what she's doing.

Yeah. Do you?

Guess we'll find out.

Think we can still use
his DNA from the bit?

It doesn't matter
what I think.

Then why are we doing
all this?

You know what? Walk this
past that cop car on
the way to your truck.

How's the reception?

On the laptop,
it's great.

In the back seat,
eh, not so much.

Why don't you shake
your booty at him,

get him off our tail,
for God's sake?

You know, not all men
are so easily led around

by their dick
as you are, Wallace.

Are you sure
this is legal?

Yeah, it's an old trick
I learned in Chicago.

The supreme court ruled there's
no expectation of privacy

in the back
of a cop car.

So we can use what they say
in court?

Straight from
the horse's mouth.

I got to pee!

Dr. Meadows: Shit

guys...
He's got Kingmaker's bit.

He knows
about Second Chance.

What does Kingmaker have to do
with Second Chance?

Kingmaker sired
Second Chance.

I harvested him
while you were away.

You stole
my horse's sperm?

Ohh, now we're talking.

You son of a bitch
you --

after everything
i did for you --

"after everything
i did for you"?

After years of cleaning up
after you killing horses?

All right, both of you
just shut up, both of you!

As much
as I'm enjoying this,

I'm not hearing anybody
confessing to the murder.

Well, we got Dosher
on insurance fraud,

we got Patricia on intent
to defraud investors.

I'm sure Meadows will testify
against both of them.

But who killed Kehoe?
Tricia, right?

Ah, maybe.

There's one piece of the puzzle
that doesn't fit yet.

What's that?
The horsehair in the pool.

But it could belong to
any of the three. They
all work with horses.

Yeah, and once I find out
who it belongs to,

we'll find out
who the killer is.

Come I--
Hey.

Uh, is that the last guy

that screwed you
out of a horse auction?

This is Sam.

He's actually helping me

with my anatomy midterm
next week,

which, because of you,
I'm behind in.

Yeah, I kind of wanted to
apologize to you for that...

And to tell you
that we got Dosher

on animal cruelty,
insurance fraud,

and tax evasion --
that was mine.

Hope that's sort of,
like, consolation.

Yeah, it's some sort
of consolation.

What a sick bastard.
Yeah.

So he killed Kehoe, right?
I mean, it's the same m.O.

"M.O."?

Well, I don't know,
Detective Cargill.

Shut up! Seriously, you're
on thin ice already.

I don't know.

There's still one piece
of the puzzle missing.

"Arkin Ranch."
Where'd that come from?

Darcy loaned it to me.

It was a little chilly in the
morning when we were riding.

Arkin Ranch.
Yeah.

What is that?
Like, uh, big stables?

No, it's, like,
a mom-and-pop.

They do mostly claims races.

I can drop it back to her place
when I'm in Ocala.

I need to pick up some more
evidence from Second Chance

and probably apologize
for being a jackass to her.

Okay, that's a first.
Yeah, great.

I'll go and get her number
for you.

Mind your own business.

Hey, you got a sec?

Not for you.

You know what?
I talked to Doc Barnes.

He said you were a great help
with Second Chance last night.

Yeah, it took me all night
to calm him down.

Is he all right?

Thanks to you.

Can I get a glass of water?
It's a really long drive back.

I'm in the middle
of working out.

It'll only take a sec,
and I thought

I'd drop this off to you,
as well...

And apologize for being
such a pain in the ass.

I didn't know you and Kevin
were neighbors.

A lot of horse people
live here.

The owner rents
month to month.

Well, that makes sense,
with the whole feast
and famine thing,

especially you being a female
jockey with a bum shoulder.

You haven't really ridden
a contender in years, have you?

Oh. Thank you.

As a matter of fact,

you were riding claims races
last week.

So it's kind of amazing

that you're even riding
Second Chance,

especially 'cause you weren't
on him for the Gator Derby,

which is kind of weird --
why would they change riders

after a big win like that?

I really need
to get back to my workout.

Can I get some ice
in that?
Yeah, I'm out.

I used it all
on my shoulder.

Really?
You know what's funny?
Hmm?

Kevin had exactly the same
clipping on his freezer.

Yeah, so does
half of Ocala.

You know what else we found
in his freezer? Dry ice.

Which meant he was keeping
something in there

that specifically
needed to be frozen.

I'm thinking
million-dollar horse semen.

Which wasn't there.

'Cause it's in your freezer,
isn't it?

It's time to go.

You guy were friends,
right?

Close enough for him
to tell you

about Second Chance's
paternity test?

So you wanted in
on the deal.

Figured if you got
one of Kingmaker's shots,

you could call your own shot,
like riding Second Chance.

A horse which would
make you a star again.

You can't prove
any of this.

I can prove enough
for a search warrant.

Look, Kevin gave it to me
to keep safe, okay?

He -- he was trying
to blackmail Patricia

into giving him a share
of Second Chance.

What, for money?

He wanted credit.

It was all Kevin's idea.

And Patricia needed
better bloodstock.

Kevin knew that.

If she could get a good horse
for her barn, a stud,

it would give him
a name, too.

Only problem is,
is that Patricia wanted

all the glory for herself.

So when Kevin threatened
to go public...

She killed him.

Well, that makes sense.

Except we found a horsehair
in the pool-skimmer box.

The horse it came from
was dosed with winstrol.

Vets only give that to nags
that are on their last legs.

So that rules out Patricia's
horses and Dosher's horses...

But not the kind
that you ride at...

Arkin Ranch...

And you rode that morning

before you went
and killed Kevin.

We found a horsehair
on your hoodie

that matched the same one
in the pool.

Darcy, it's over.

I got him job after job.

And he always messed up.

And then when I needed a break
and I went to him

and asked for a shot
to get on Second Chance,

he wouldn't do it,
he wouldn't put his neck out.

He said I wasn't good enough
to ride Second Chance.

He wanted a winner.

So, yeah,
he jumped in the pool,

I got pissed,
I pushed in the outdoor vac.

But it was an accident.

Yeah, but not afterward.

You flipped the breakers,
cleaned up.

You took his keys.

And, ohh...

You stole this.

Oh, that's just gross.

I hope you're happy.

Second Chance was a king,
and you just destroyed him.

No, you did that -- you used
the truth of his lineage

to extort Kevin so you could
get back in the race.

What's gonna
happen to him now?

Beats me. But I do know
what's gonna happen to you.

You like bracelets?

Left the cellphone charger
hooked up overnight.

It drained the battery.

Let's have 'em.

I can jump my own car,
Callie.

Oh, like you can change
your own oil

or apologize
for being a jackass?

So you are pissed.

Amazing powers of
observation, Detective.

Was she formally charged?

Murder one.

Good job.

Especially since you took
advantage of my friendship.

I didn't take advantage.
Well, uh, maybe a little.

But I didn't know
Darcy was guilty.

I had a hunch.
Why didn't you tell me?

I couldn't.
For your own good.

Ray used to say
things like that to me.

I have really gone from
one extreme to the other.

Why don't you try it?

Thanks.
Next time I won't be so stupid.

With a car, either.

Neither will I.

What's that mean?

You know,
I was stupid with Ray.

I went along for the ride.
I didn't ask questions.

I'm not gonna do that again.

I'm a cop, Callie.
It's what I do.

I'm sorry your friend
was involved.

That's not the point.
Then, what is, exactly?

You didn't trust me enough
to tell me the truth.

I was trying
to protect you.

Well, don't.

I'm not a kid, and I don't
want to be in a relationship

where someone
treats me like one.

I'm going home.

Callie.

Keep your motor running
and let it charge

so you don't
mess it up again.

Come on. Callie.
Bye, Jim.

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