All language subtitles for The Glades - 3x09 - Islandia.HDTV.2HD.en

That was great.

Yeah.

Man, that coral nursery's
coming back strong.

Who says
conservation doesn't work?

Thank you.

There you go.

Here.

Got it?

There you go.

I'm thirsty.

Oh, man.

Did you bring any water?

I thought you did.

Um, you know what?

I have a water purifier.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

For some reason, my brain seizes
during neurological exams.

In my third year,
my brain seized consistently.

It's completely normal.

Can I have
my phone back now?

So, the other day I had
a patient who presented

with positive Romberg's signs
and a normal achilles reflex.

I was caught
between two diagnoses.

Posterior column lesions
and...

- Neuropathy, yeah.
- I've been there.

The best way to tell
if the achilles is asymmetric

is... is to test the right
and left side one after another.

A-and do some deep breathing
before you start an exam.

It's all nerves.
No pun intended.

Oh, doctor humor.
That's hilarious.

Now, my girlfriend called
to talk to me, Carlos.

Bye.
Carlos says bye.

He has to see a guy
about a crushed skull.

Shit.

And now you're gonna kill me.

Oh.
You, uh... you got to...

Go. Yeah.

I used up my whole break
talking to Carlos.

Sorry.

No, no, no.
That's, uh... that's okay.

I guess you have to attend
to the living,

and I got to go see
about the dead.

We'll talk later.

B...

Yeah.

Okay, what do we got?

White male,
early 30s, no I.D.

Based on liver temp,

time of death is between
11:00 A.M. and 12:00 noon today.

Puncture wounds indicate

that the murder weapon
had a curved edge.

The killer stunned him

and then finished the job off
from behind.

No defense wounds
or a sign of a struggle.

Okay, people.

Keep your eyes and ears open
for wildlife.

Wildlife, Daniel?

Endangered species.

This island
is only accessible

by water
and one causeway bridge.

It's been pretty much untouched
by humans.

Home to the west Indian manatee,
piping plover,

five species
of sea turtle.

Any animals
with large teeth?

Bobcat, python.

Wouldn't be surprised
if we ran into a panther.

- A panther?
- Yeah.

Okay.
That's it. I'm out.

Let's get the body back
to the substation.

Whoa.

You know who that is?

Uh, no,
but it sounds like you do.

That's Brian Taylor.

He won $130 million

in the Florida State Lottery
last year.

How do you know that?

I kind of have this obsession
with lottery winners.

I find it fascinating how lives
can change so completely

when you're suddenly able to do
or buy anything you want.

Some go on
to have amazing lives,

- and others...
- Not so much.

Well, I'd say this winner is
in the "not so much" category.

And his luck just ran out.

The Glades 03x09
Islandia
Original Air Date August 5, 2012

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How does a millionaire
end up murdered

on a deserted island?

Easy, especially if the island
isn't that deserted.

- Ha. Hiking path.
- Oh.

Shall we?

You're
a Florida native.

Anything you can tell me
about these islands?

Well, Rubicon Key is part
of a chain of islands

called Islandia.

A chain of islands
called Islandia?

- Wow, that's creative.
- Yeah.

In the'60s,
a few developers moved

onto two
of the larger keys

in order to create
the next big resort towns,

and the conservationists
ended up fighting

with the developers,

and today, only three
of the keys are owned privately.

The whole thing ended up being
a big scam.

Ah.

Okay. This must be one
of the privately owned islands.

Or the set
of "Apocalypse Now."

If you see any severed heads on stakes,
we should probably turn around.

Who wants to live out here
with the predators and the bugs?

Well,
suits me just fine.

If you don't like it,
you can leave.

Or I can get
my hunting rifle.

Or you can tell us
who you are

before I get my gun out.

Neil Gannon.
I own this island.

You two need water.

Well, I think
he really likes us.

Yeah, maybe he'll put out
a cheese plate.

Not exactly
island-resort wear.

Yeah, how do you walk around
in heavy boots

in this humidity?

Only an idiot trudges
through rough, island terrain

in heels.

Or sneakers.

The water's fine.

I just got to change
the filter.

You ever seen this guy?

No.

You live here alone?

Yes.

Do you think
maybe living alone

has made you
a little antisocial?

His name is Brian Taylor.

He was murdered
on your island today.

The only people
who were here were you

and the two marine biologists
who found him.

Yeah, well, jackasses come
on my island all the time

without permission...

You know, botanists,
bird watchers, cops.

Bill Kowolski.

What's he, like,
a relative or something?

I ... collect old junk.

Just gives the place
a homey feel.

Definitely getting
that "homey" feel.

Did you hear or see
any of those jackasses

on your island
this morning?

Never left the house.

What? Today or ever?

I'm not a shut-in,
detective.

I just hate people.

Enough to kill them if they come
trespassing on your island?

Mr. Gannon, I take it
since you never left your house,

you were here
00 and noon?

Just me and my thoughts.

Any way you can verify that
for us?

Didn't I just do that?

Okay.

For now.

Just no sudden trips
without checking with us first.

The mainland lost
its allure for me

a long time ago,
detective.

You need to talk to me,

you know
where you can find me.

I'm trying to organize a trip
out to Atlanta this weekend.

Tried talking to you earlier,
but Carlos can be so chatty.

I would love that,
but next weekend's not good.

And now is not any better.

I have to start my rounds
in like two seconds.

Seems like lately every time
I talk to you, it's a bad time.

I know. I'm sorry.

These board exams are
completely consuming my life.

I-I know you're frustrated.

And me too.

I'll call you tomorrow
during my study break?

Yeah. Okay.

No, I'll...
I'll talk to you then.

What?

Would you like
to get back

to our
murder investigation?

Well, I could ask you
the same thing.

Since when do medical examiners
earn enough

to buy 80-foot yachts?

This one
could be the winner.

You do know statistically,
you're more likely

to get struck by lightning
than win the lottery.

You know what they say, amigo...
A dollar and a dream.

They also say
be careful what you wish for.

Just ask Brian Taylor.

Well, have you firmed up
cause of death?

Blunt-force trauma
to the head.

But I found
something else.

His liver and kidney
are mush.

That a technical term?

It is when your organs look like this.
Oh. Really?

Deterioration happened recently
and very fast.

Tox reports
came back clean,

except for the presence
of Paxil,

a common antidepressant.

But it still wouldn't have
this effect on his organs.

Well, that's depressing.

Man wins $130 million,
and he's depressed?

The victim also had elevated
sodium and urea nitrogen,

which are signs
of dehydration.

Well, fresh water's
pretty scarce on the island.

Doesn't dehydration affect
the liver?

His levels weren't high enough
to do that kind of damage.

I'm thinking
he ingested a poison.

Well, Daniel's working
with the coast guard

to see if maybe
he was shipwrecked.

Maybe he didn't have
any provisions,

so he started
munching on plants.

I already have Daniel
doing some research

on what grows
on the island.

Brian may have died
from this blow to the head,

but he was hours away
from his body shutting down.

The poison in his system
was killing him.

Huh.

Brian Taylor
was borderline destitute

when he won the lottery.

The cash influx turned him
into a mini real-estate mogul.

Among other things,

he owned a $10 million house
in Palm Beach,

a ranch in Jackson Hole,
and a condo in Manhattan.

Who's his next of kin?

Uh, his younger brother,
Lucas Taylor,

sole heir to his fortune.

Daniel ran Brian's cellphone.

He made one phone call
two hours before he died.

Let me guess...
To his brother, Lucas?

The police have already informed
him of his brother's death.

Well, let's go see what
this grieving new millionaire

has to say for himself.

Wow.

Ever wonder what a million
dollars' worth of cars looks like?

They still just get you
from point "a" to point "b."

Uh, point "a" to point "b"
in style.

Okay, well, what would you buy
if you won the lottery?

Oh, that's easy.

Castle in Scotland,
house on Pebble Beach.

Winter and summer sorted.

All for the joy of golf.

Oh, yeah.

Yet something tells me
if you won,

you'd still stay
on the job.

Oh, but you wouldn't?

I'd like to think
that I'd walk away,

but, yeah, deep down,
I know I'd stay.

Huh.

What would Mike say
about that?

He'd think I'm nuts,

but he already thinks
what I do is nuts.

Oh, what we do is nuts.

Oh, like flying around

in 50 tons of metal and jet fuel
is sane?

Besides,
I'm not sure how much longer

it's gonna be an issue.

What the hell is that?

Okay.

I win the lottery,
I'm getting one of those.

Oh, hell no.
I'm getting one of those!

It's like a kid
in a candy store.

Hey!

Hey, Lucas!

Hey!

Cut it off.

Sorry, I can't...
I can't hear you.

FDLE. Cut it off.

Sorry, man. I couldn't...
I couldn't hear you.

You want
to give it a try?

Oh, wow.

Um, no. No.
Maybe later.

- And we're very sorry for your loss.
- Yeah.

Thanks.

I'm just trying to keep
from thinking about it.

Well, all your brother's
millions... now yours...

That must help keep your mind
off your brother's murder, huh?

I don't care
about the money.

Or the things
it buys you.

- You live here with your brother?
- Yeah.

Look, my brother's the only
family I have, detective.

I'd give this all up
to have him back.

Phone records indicate
that Brian called you yesterday.

What'd you guys talk about?

We didn't.

I mean, he called,
but he didn't leave a message,

and I haven't seen him
in a few days.

Any idea why he'd be
on that island alone?

No.

Or you do,

and maybe he wasn't
on the island alone.

Maybe you were there
with him.

I haven't left the house
since Friday.

Ask the neighbors.

They complained
about the noise all weekend.

Look, my brother just
kind of takes off sometimes,

you know?

Checks out?

Like his way of...
of dealing with it all.

Dealing with all of what?

The money.

Yeah. Sounds terrible.

Well, good news is

all that money
is now your problem.

He seemed
genuinely upset.

Yeah, but
is it because his brother's dead

or because he's a suspect
in his murder?

Coast guard recovered
Brian's boat, Lulu's Dream,

about a mile down shore
from where his body was found.

No evidence of foul play,

and it appears
he was traveling alone.

Lulu's Dream?

Any chance there was
a Lulu in Brian's background?

Uh, no.

But I was curious to see
if anyone other than Neil Gannon

was living on Rubicon Key.

There aren't
any registered residents,

but satellite images
from two days ago

show what looks like
a campsite.

I'm thinking
maybe it was Brian.

Well, if Brian
was camping out,

why was he there,
and how come no one knew?

"B.T."

Rich people love

putting their initials
on all their possessions.

Yeah, well, at least we know
it's Brian's campsite.

Hey, look.
Got something.

Looks like legal documents,

but it's too charred
to see anything.

Why would he bring this
to a campsite?

Well, let's give it to Daniel
to work his magic,

see if he can pull out
more of the text.

Mm.

Ah.

Vor.
I know that label.

It's a $7 volcanic springwater
from Iceland.

Well, when you got
more money than sense,

I guess you got to spend it
on something.

Overpriced water's
as good as anything.

At least
he thought to bring it.

I haven't seen any fresh
water around here. Wait.

Brian's autopsy said
he was dehydrated.

Okay.

That's a lot of dead ants.

So we're gonna take this bottle
in for forensic testing.

Wait. Is that blood?

Yeah.

Looks like it.

And boot prints.

Boot prints everywhere.

There's only one somebody
on this island

that actually wears boots...

Our angry recluse,
Neil Gannon.

"Forever Young"...

"Summer Thing
And The Blues."

How the hell did you end up

writing
young-adult romance novels?

I don't like
to talk about my writing.

No, I-I don't blame you.

32-year-old man making money off
hormonal teenagers

and their weepy fantasies?

It wasn't my ideal path
to success,

but it allowed me
to buy a piece of islandia.

And the privacy's helping me
focus on serious writing

and my real life's work.

Serious writing,
like the great American novel

that keeps getting rejected
over and over again?

So it must have really pissed
you off when Brian disturbed

your disturbing
artistic solitude.

If I had run into
this Brian guy,

then I would have
asked him to leave,

not kill him.

Oh, so threatening us
with a hunting rifle...

That was just
out of character.

No, I have the right
to defend my property,

and I like being alone.

That doesn't make me
a murderer.

Well,
then how do you explain

your boot prints being
all over Brian's campsite?

Along with traces
of his blood.

And,
unless you're forgetting,

that you're the only person
I can place on the island

at the time of the murder.

Fine.
I was at the campsite.

Oh,
you were at the campsite.

I told him
he was on private property

and that he needed to leave,
and that was it.

Didn't lay a hand on him.

You exchange any words
other than "get off my lawn"?

The guy was a kook.

Started spouting
some gibberish

about how he bought
my island.

"Bought your island"?

Why would he say that?

Maybe it had something to do
with the annoying realtor lady

that hounded me all year.

She kept showing up
with gift baskets,

trying to get me to sell.

I told her no,
slammed the door in her face,

and threw
the junk from her gift baskets

in my compost
and recycle bins.

She sounds persistent.

This annoying realtor lady
have a name?

Meghan something.

Something?

Meghan Connor.

Nice legs. Perky ass.

That's all I remember.

Oh, hey.

If you got
to remember something, right?

Nice legs.

Perky ass.
Yep. That's her.

Can I help you?

Uh, yeah.
We're here about Brian Taylor.

He was murdered yesterday.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

Someone bashed
his skull in.

Oh, that's horrible.

I know.

I'd be upset, too,

if I lost 30% on everything
I convinced Brian into buying.

Excuse me?

Yeah, records show
that you charged him 30%

did he ever complain
about your sky-high commissions?

I work hard for my clients,
detective.

When Brian came
into money,

he needed sound advice,
not hype.

And I-I pulled back
on my other business

to give him the education
and time he needed

to make good decisions
and invest properly.

Brian trusted me
to find him

the cream
of investment properties.

Just not Rubicon Key.

Well,
not for lack of trying,

but that...
That nasty writer,

he wouldn't even hear
an offer.

And I-I tried to show Brian
other islands.

I-I even reached out
to Johnny Depp's people,

but all he wanted
was Rubicon Key.

He was obsessed.

Do you know
why Brian was camping out there?

Or why he told Neil Gannon
that he owned the island?

None.
None whatsoever.

No, I was very clear
with Brian.

I tried, but Mr. Gannon
wasn't interested in selling.

Where were you yesterday late morning?

00 to noon?

Sprucing up a property
before an open house.

Sprucing when you
could have been, uh, grinding

those big, fat 30% commissions
out of Brian?

Brian agreed
to our arrangement.

There was
nothing illegal about it.

Yeah, but it is
a little opportunistic

and a little bit greedy.

I'm a businesswoman,
detective.

And I always negotiate
the best deal for myself.

Now, if there's nothing else,
I have a showing.

Thank you.

Oh, God, please tell me
that I didn't forget a shift.

Oh, no, no. You're good.

Callie, look, we started off
on the wrong foot.

I started off
on the wrong foot.

I was a total ass,
and I want to make it up to you.

That's really sweet,

but it's
completely unnecessary.

Please.

I was a complete witch,
and you know it.

Um, you want to come in?

Uh...
How about the stool?

Get this
out of your way.

I, um...

I know there's
probably a million better ways

to do this,

but since the event
is tonight,

I'm inviting you...
Insisting, actually...

That you join me as my way
of making it up to you.

Join you?

Sybus industries is launching a new
line of stinted tissue valves.

Stinted tissue valves.

A 30-minute presentation
followed by free food and booze.

And for third-year
medical students,

a great chance to network.

Did I mention the part
about the free food and booze?

You did.

And, no,
that sounds great.

It's just... my boards are
in less than a week.

Callie, trust me.

I've seen too many people
burn out studying.

I was one of them.

What you need
is a break from it all

so that everything
you've been cramming in there

has a chance to sink in.

I have kind of been
going around in circles.

Okay.

What the hell?
I'm in.

Awesome.

Hey, Daniel,
did you get my update?

I do, yeah.

I couldn't find

that olive oil hand cream
you were asking about,

so I substituted it
with your second choice,

- the rose salve.
- Good call.

No, I'm...
I'm sending Callie a gift basket

with all
her favorite things,

let her know I'm thinking
about her, you know?

Hey, I got the idea
from Meghan Connor, all right?

You sure you didn't do it just
to make the rest of us look bad?

Oh, I'm pretty sure
you can handle that on your own.

Handle what
on your own?

Oh, uh,
testing of Brian's liver tissue

against organic poisons
from the island,

but, um, nothing yet.

But did you get anything

from the $7 bottle
of volcanic springwater?

There's
a thousand different poisons.

I need to identify
the poison in his organs first.

I went through the rest
of Brian and Lucas' financials.

He invested a million dollars
in Lucas' sunglass business.

Three months later,
he went belly-up.

- Why doesn't that surprise me?
- Oh, that's not all.

Brian signed over
power of attorney to Lucas,

giving him control
over all the money.

But after
the sunglass disaster,

Brian revoked
Lucas' power of attorney.

Not a great vote
of confidence.

It was
a total breakdown in trust.

Brian's lawyer also told me
that,

in addition to losing
all confidence

in his brother's
business-making decisions,

he was having
a new will drawn up

to take Lucas out of it.

So younger brother gets
cut off at the knees,

gets cut out of the money.

He takes big brother
into the forest,

and as the old story goes,
Cain kills Abel.

Those sunglasses
your own design?

These? Yeah.

Got a storage unit
full of them.

Think the FDLE
might like them?

What for?

To stop criminals dead
in their tracks from laughter?

You come all this way just
to rub my failures in my face?

No, I'm pretty sure
that Brian already did that

when he cut you off and took
away your power of attorney.

Then add all the insult to injury
by counting you out of his will.

I'm a grown-up.

I can stand
on my own two feet.

Yeah,
just not very well.

I mean, that's why Brian

was cutting you
out of his life, right?

So you cut him
out of yours first.

I didn't kill my brother,
detective,

and I already told you...
I don't care about the money.

Yeah, well,
given your last investment,

I'm not surprised.

Believe it or not,
I have a business degree,

and I'm family.

Brian didn't trust some stranger
controlling his money,

and at least I tried
to keep

the long line of moochers
at bay.

Being one of those moochers,

you must have had
a bird's-eye view.

You know, I can't even
take myself seriously.

Anyone else
on that moochers list?

These are all letters from
people asking Brian for money.

Some are stupid.
Some are just pathetic.

He got
like 50 marriage proposals.

Everyone wanted
a piece of him.

Well, maybe that's why

Brian wanted
to live alone on an island.

Did you have any idea

that Meghan was trying
to buy him one?

Meghan would have sold him
Disney world if she could.

She never gave up.

You ultimately had control
over what he bought, right?

No,
he made the decisions.

I just made sure
the money was in escrow.

If he was trying
to buy an island,

I didn't know
anything about that.

Who's the girl?

Brian's high-school crush,
Lourdes.

Let me guess...
nickname Lulu?

She died in an accident.

He never got over her.

Like I said, he had trouble
letting things go.

Hey,
where'd you get that?

The water?

Yeah.
Meghan Connor.

It was in those gift baskets
she hands out.

Every time she'd close
a deal,

she'd bring Brian
a whole basket full of these.

Good news.

I finally I.D.'d
the poison in Brian's system.

Amanita virosa,
or "destroying angel."

It's a mushroom
that releases amatoxin,

which is what damaged
Brian's liver and kidney.

So he was
deliberately poisoned.

There wasn't any trace
in his stomach,

so it's inconclusive.

I'm running further tests,

but it still requires
some kind of delivery system.

Uh, like a bottle
of overpriced water?

What part
of "running further tests"

is confusing to you?

Wouldn't he have
tasted it?

It's tasteless.
Most poisonous mushrooms are.

So anyone can
go on the Internet

and find info
on these destroying angels.

That's what I did.

Manus is getting
Daniel a warrant

for the suspects'computers.

We're checking to see

if anyone has researched
poisonous mushrooms.

I was finally able
to print images

from those
photographic plates

I got off
those charred documents

you found
at the murder site.

That's
a real-estate document.

Escrow papers,
to be exact.

Name of the realtor...
Meghan Connor.

Buyer... Brian Taylor.

For Rubicon Key.

90-day escrow paper
for a sale of $20 million.

And Meghan was getting
another 30% commission.

Wait,
so Neil did sell the island.

I checked with the city.

The paperwork was never filed,
not even notarized.

The documents
are completely fake.

Which call all her transactions
into question.

Meghan was a listing agent

on every one of Brian Taylor's
property sales,

going back
this entire last year.

Starting last year,
after he won the lottery.

She was playing the long con...
Building trust to set up Brian

For the sale of
an island that wasn't hers to sell.

Dr. Sanchez.

Wait.
Look at that picture.

That's over a year ago.

Meghan used to be
a brunette.

That's not all
she used to be.

Scroll through
all of her realtor head shots.

There.

Huh.
Wow.

That's
quite the transformation.

The final lab results are in.

Trace evidence of
a distilled solution of amatoxin

was definitely
in the designer bottle of water

that you found
at the crime scene.

So someone was trying
to poison him.

And as far
as twists in murder cases go,

this one is quite the Lulu.

Detectives,
how can I help you?

Yeah, do you have any more of
that expensive Icelandic water?

Uh, I'm all out.
What is this about?

Brian being poisoned from water
from one of those bottles.

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

Brian went to what he thought
was his own island,

with those fake escrow papers
that you gave him.

He argued with Neil.

He showed Neil
those papers.

Neil tells Brian
that there is no way

he sold Brian his island
or anyone else.

But only after you cashed
your 30% commission check...

A $7 million payday
for you.

So Brian threatens
to report you for fraud,

and suddenly, you can't wait
for the poison to kill him.

You got
to crush his skull.

Look...

I didn't con Brian,

and I-I certainly
didn't kill him.

I was in love with him.

Well, in love
with his money, anyway.

And at first, you were fine
just raking Brian over the coals

with those 30% commissions,

but then you thought,
why chip away at his fortune

when you could
have it all?

So you dyed your hair.
You went under the knife.

You thought you could steal
his millions

by stealing his heart

and morphing
into the love of his life.

Okay, look, I just...
I wanted him to be happy.

And it may have been
about the money at first,

but I...

I really grew
to love Brian.

He was this really sad guy
with such a big heart

And I just...

I thought
I could make him happy.

But instead,
you made him dead.

No. I didn't kill Brian.
I was in love with him.

And as far
as those bottles of water go,

I'd given hundreds away
in gift baskets,

more than a dozen to Neil Gannon
in the last three months,

Trying
to convince him to sell.

Huh.

Colleen.

I looked
into Lourdes' death.

Now, the investigation

was eventually ruled
an accident,

but tips
from a high-school friend

called the accident
into question,

and for a while,
it was treated as a homicide.

A high-school friend.
Maybe Brian Taylor?

Yeah.

Who admitted to police

that he wasn't there
at the actual time of her death

but was convinced
that her drowning

in the Micanopy rock pit
was no accident.

Uh, Micanopy?
And what the hell is a rock pit?

Uh, yeah. Micanopy.

It's a, um...
A rock quarry filled with water.

Sometimes there are
air pockets,

and a person could get
sucked under.

Okay.

Well, uh,
was there a prime suspect

in this accident
which was probably a murder?

Uh, yeah.

He was a high-school
wrestling champion.

Bill Kowolski.

Ring any bells?

Yeah.

Only these days,

Bill likes to go with
a more literary-sounding name...

Neil Gannon.

We got a runner. Possibly armed,
definitely dangerous.

Name is Neil Gannon.
Goes by...

- Bill Kowolski....
- Bill Kowolski.

Got it. Copy that.

FHP is blocking off
the causeway.

Well, his boat's still here
in dock,

which means
he's somewhere on this island.

You didn't happen to bring
a machete with you, did you?

Mm. Unfortunately,
I left those back at the station

with my more sensible shoes.

Wow.

Done for the day?

Done and exhausted.

Hey,
that was fun the other night.

Yeah, it was.

And you were so right
about taking a break

and just
letting it all sink in.

That's exactly
what I needed.

You ready
for the big push?

Yep.
The books are calling.

I am turning off my phone
and going into lockdown mode.

Been there.

You'll make it through.

Hey,
thanks for everything.

You bet.
Good luck.

Can someone
sign for this?

Expecting a call?

No, I just, uh...

Well, I sent Callie
a gift basket.

You know, just trying
to let her know

that I'm thinking
about her.

I'm sure
she's just busy.

So, uh, what do you think's
really going on

between Neil and Brian?

High-school rivals, maybe.

Maybe, like,
a love triangle involving Lulu.

I mean, Lucas said
she was Brian's crush.

My guess is that Neil
the stud wrestler

beat out invisible Brian
for Lulu's affections.

And Brian's been holding a torch
for her all this time.

Yep.

Well, I guess you can't help
who you fall in love with.

No.

Yeah, you, uh...

You mentioned before that things
weren't exactly awesome

between you and Mike?

Oh, yeah. It's nothing
I couldn't have predicted.

Oh, no.
We didn't end it.

We just should.

He's... sort of married.

Oh.

Yeah.

I didn't know at first,
either.

But, uh, by the time he told me,
I was in love.

Yeah, that's definitely gonna
catch you flat-footed.

Believe me,
I wasn't okay with it,

but he persisted,

and he and his wife have decided
to hang in there

until their daughter graduates
high school.

Oh, wow.
That's kind of civil.

Oh, God, this heat.

Okay, that's it.

I can't take
this humidity anymore.

Great. Now what?

Move forward.

Seriously?
How deep is it?

It can't be that deep.

Yeah, see? Ankle-deep.
I can see the vine.

Well, yeah, how do you know
it doesn't just drop off

like 5 feet or something?

One way to find out.

Oh.

Really?

Huh. See?

Come on.

- Ooh!
- Yeah.

Oh! Nice.

Great.

What?

We're almost there.

Yeah, just keep walking

before we get attacked
by piranhas or something.

Uh, piranhas are
in the Amazon.

All right, yeah, fine.

You did such a good job gauging
the depth of this stream.

Now you're some expert
on flesh-eating fish?

Just stick to solving crimes,
okay,'cause...

Are you okay?

Are you laughing?

No, no, no, no.
I'm not lau...

Yeah, fine.

At least I'm not hot anymore,
hmm?

And for the record, I tripped
on something, okay? Right.

It's a big...

I tripped on...

Looks like one of those
folding camping shovels.

With a curved edge.

I would say
we just found the murder weapon.

Looks like somebody
dropped it in the stream

so that nobody
would find it.

Maybe there's blood trace.

Well, it's been in the water
a couple of days.

Everything's probably
washed away.

Maybe we'll get
some prints from it.

Hey, look.

One of Meghan's
gift baskets.

What was that?

That was...
probably nothing.

Go!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Okay,
what do we do?

Well, I don't know.
I'm from Chicago.

Shoot it!

Good idea. Oh!

- Seriously?
- My gun.

It must have fallen out
when I climbed the tree.

There it is.

Where?
There.

There?
Beside the panther?

Nice kitty.

Whoa!

All right,
what do you think?

You distract him
while I make a run for it?

And let it eat us both?

Whoa. Down, kitty.
Down, kitty.

Do you have any idea how fast
a panther can run?

Uh, no. Do you?

Well, no, but I'm gonna go
with really fast.

Especially
when it's hungry

and its only food source
is stuck up a tree.

What do we do now?!

Oh...

Sheila, down.

Sheila, down.

Down, girl.

Sheila,
what do you got there?

Baby?

You know
you're trespassing, don't you?

Well, yeah.

I mean,
but only'cause we had to come

and arrest you
for murder.

Yeah,
and before you get any ideas,

we've got 30 armed agents

surrounding you
and your panther.

Oh, you mean
those two fat sheriffs

you got waving people
off my causeway?

You see, I know every inch
of this island, detectives.

It's just you, me,
and Sheila here.

Eh, baby?

Go. Go!

Well, there's no sense
dragging Sheila into this.

Okay.

Well, not exactly sure
what you mean by "this,"

but I'll take it.

Hey, look. Sheila's back.

Come here.

Listen,
I didn't kill anyone!

Anyone other than Sheila
that can back you up on that?

Why'd you lock up
your house?

Just tired of being bothered
by you people.

I just want to get out
and clear my head.

Or maybe you were gonna get
while the gettin's good.

Is that why you lied
about who you really are, Bill?

Like, maybe if we figured out that
you went to school with Brian,

we'd figure out
that Brian hated your guts

and blamed you
for Lulu's death.

What happened to Lourdes
was an accident.

We were dumb kids,
and we shouldn't have been

swimming in a rock pit,
but...

I didn't kill her.

I felt responsible.

Listen, Brian never could
let go, but I suffered, too.

And that's probably why
I changed my name,

maybe why I write romance novels
for a living.

Now I'm trying
to make my own happy ending.

Oh, yeah?

Well, what about
Brian's happy ending?

I mean, you profited
off of Lulu's tragedy

with your, uh,
teen love stories.

And he won the lottery,
figured he'd get you back.

And best way to get you back
was take away your island.

Steal your happiness
the way you stole his.

So, you needed
to shut him up,

stop him from blaming you
once and for all.

So first,
you poison his water

that you got from the baskets
from that annoying realtor...

You know,
the one with the perky ass.

And then silenced him for good
with the shovel.

No!
That is not what happened.

Listen,
I tried to reason with Brian.

I apologized again

for what happened to Lourdes
at the rock pit,

but he was acting
all weird.

Weird, like how?

Like out of it.

It was like something was wrong
with him.

Listen, I didn't give him
any water, too.

I threw those bottles
in my recycle bins

along with the rest
of her junk.

I swear to you,
I didn't hurt Brian!

I felt sorry for the guy.

I thought
if I left him alone,

then he'd just, you know,
come to his senses and leave.

I swear to you,
he was alive when I left him.

Daniel.

I was just about
to call you.

I got that warrant
from Manus

and downloaded
all the Internet search history

from our suspects.

Let me guess...
It wasn't from a guy

that had washed his hands
of society.

And from the way
they describe this death,

you'd have
to really hate someone

to kill him
with these mushrooms.

It's pretty gruesome.

Or love someone enough

to try and save him
from that gruesome death.

Thanks.

Okay, Neil.

So you didn't kill Brian.

But I'm guessing someone
really wanted to kill you.

My intern checked the search
history on your laptop.

You researched everything
you could on destroying angels.

You chose that mushroom

because it was such
a painful death.

You wanted Neil Gannon,
aka Bill Kowolski, to suffer

the way your brother
had suffered his whole life

over Lourdes'death.

You saw
that this obsession

with the man
he blamed for her death

only got worse
with the money,

so you intended
to kill Neil Gannon

to end
your brother's misery.

And, then, you also knew

that Meghan was putting
the hard sell on Neil.

You knew the way
that she did that was

with all
these gift baskets,

so all you had to do was replace
one of the water bottles

with water
that you poisoned.

But what
you didn't count on

was Neil throwing everything
in the trash

or that your brother
would move out there,

not knowing
that water was hard to come by.

So he's desperate.
He starts searching the island.

He finds Neil's recycle bin,

and he drinks the poisoned water
you intended for Neil.

And you lied about that call
to your brother.

You did speak with him.

You heard that he was delirious
and in pain.

You wanted to help him,

so you went out there,
but he was too far gone.

So you had to put him out of his misery.
You reached for the camp shovel.

First blow to the head
wasn't hard enough,

so you couldn't bring yourself
to do it,

so you smacked him
in the back of the head

so you wouldn't have to look him
in the face!

After my brother won
the money...

All he cared about
was getting back at Bill.

I mean,
he won the lottery.

Everyone dreams
of winning the lottery.

For Brian, that...
that dream became his nightmare.

And I knew that
as long as Bill was alive...

Brian wasn't gonna be able
to put her death behind him,

or ever be happy.

I just wanted my brother to be
happy, detective.

That's all I ever wanted.

Ooh.
Love, love hazelnuts.

They don't put them
in gift baskets anymore.

I know.

Double-chocolate-covered
espresso beans.

Mmm.
These are my favorite.

Rose salve?

Whose basket is this,
anyway?

I don't see a card.

Ooh.

"Thought you needed
a little comfort. Love, Jim."

I'm the worst girlfriend
on the planet.

No.

That distinction goes
to the girlfriend

of the guy
with the 2-inch puncture wound

in his foot
from her stiletto.

He was watching the game.

She wanted
to go out to dinner.

She's crazy,
but I'm the worst.

Hey.

Jim, I'm so sorry
I didn't get back to you sooner.

I just got
the gift basket.

Oh, no, that's, uh...
That's okay.

I mean, I know
you've been busy studying, so...

I love it. Thank you.

And I haven't been studying
the whole time.

Miranda actually convinced me
to go

to this medical-sales-mixer
thing with her.

A m-mixer?

Totally lame.

A bunch of egotistical doctors
showing off

and bringing back dance moves
from the'80s.

But it was
definitely needed.

Uh, no, that's, uh...

That's good.

I'm... I'm glad.

Um, good.

W... are we okay?

Yeah.

No, we're fine.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Code blue.
We have a code blue.

Room 2. Let's go.

Cardiac arrest,
room two.

Let's get a crash cart down here.

I'm sorry.
I have to go.

No, uh, yeah,
I hear that.

Let's get an assistant down here.

Hey.

Are you leaving?

Can I ask you something?

How do you and Mike work it out
when you're so far apart?

Um...

Honestly,
he and I haven't.

I used the distance

to figure out
what it is that I really want.

And I realized that it was
never gonna work out.

Either he was never gonna
leave his wife,

or I would stop
wanting him to.

I can't date somebody
that I don't trust.

He lied to his family.
He lied to me.

I'll know when the right guy
comes along.

Mike wasn't it.

Hey.

Daniel won $100
in the lottery.

He's gonna take
everybody out for beers.

Do you want to go?

You know, uh, I'm not really
up for that tonight.

I think
I'm just gonna go home.

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