All language subtitles for Marthas.Vineyard.Mysteries.Poisoned.in.Paradise.2020.WEBRip.x264-ION10

You did okay tonight, Katie.

Yeah, I've done worse.

Uh, Claire,
could I grab your keys?

I should restock the house wine.

Better to do it now
than before my shift tomorrow.

Sure.

I'm heading out.

Thanks.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay, goodnight.

Okay.

Nice work!

So, the inaugural voyage
of "The Remedy"

is now in the books.

Thanks for bearing with me.

It could've been worse.

One of the engines conked out.

The rudder jammed
and the bilge pump quit on me.

Okay, well,

at least we didn't
have to row back.

If nothing else,
we know she floats, right?

You've put so much work
into restoring this classic.

She looks amazing
and I had a great time.

Glad to hear it.

After you.

I know getting her
back on the water

meant a lot to you,

so, really,
thanks for inviting me.

Well, if my dad
was looking down,

he probably got a good laugh.

But, seriously, thanks
for coming out with me, Zee.

Uh-huh. Well, unfortunately,
the fun's over.

I've got some errands to run,

then I've got
a shift at the E.R..

Have you considered
early retirement?

I mean, I was skeptical,

but I'm starting
to find it pretty great.

Yeah, it does seem to suit you.

I have time
for more important things--

like catching my dinner.

I wish I could join you.

Oh, there's no reason for you
not to enjoy the spoils.

Dinner?
Tonight at my place?

Yeah, I'm in.
I'll bring the wine.

-Perfect.
-I'll see you there.

All right.
See you there.

Bob still visiting his sister
up in Plymouth?

Yep. Should be back next week.

Mm. Well,
the coffee's still on point.

Good work.

Jeff Jackson?

That's me.

I'm Katie. Leonard.

I wait tables
over at The Beach House.

You know the place?

I do.
Haven't been by in a while.

For better or worse,
I do my own cooking.

Speaking of which,
I'd better get out on the sound

while the blue fin
are still biting.

There was an article
in "The Vineyard Gazette"

with your name in it.

It said that you've been
consulting for the police?

Unofficially.

Right.

See, that's why
I'm coming to you.

I have a problem,

and I was kind of hoping

that maybe
you would consult with me.

What kind of problem?

I got involved

in something
I shouldn't have...

...and...
...now I'm in over my head.

And I don't know what to do.

Well, if whatever
you're caught up in

is against the law,

then there's
a simple answer--

go talk to Chief Madieras.

What's the complicated answer?

Katie, whatever
you got caught up in,

you'll be better off
getting ahead of it,

rather than letting trouble
catch up to you.

You're right.

Okay, thank you for your advice,
Mr. Jackson.

Well...

dinner ain't gonna catch itself,
"Mr. Jackson."

That can't be right.

Oh! Look out, Doc!

Noah! I'm so sorry.

Is everything okay?

I guess it could be worse.

I have an extra $100,000
in my checking account.

What? Wow!

Do you have any idea
how that could happen?

Actually, it's my sister
you got to talk to.

She's the new CEO.

Dad tried to rope me
in the business,

but I never had
a head for numbers.

I was sorry
to hear of his passing.

Thanks, Zee.

Hey, I was just heading
to see Lauren.

I'll take you.

All right.

Thank you, Dr. Madieras,

for bringing this
to my attention.

Our dad used
to give away toasters.

If you're gonna be
this generous,

sis, won't be long

before the last family-owned
bank on the Vineyard

goes out of business.

Helpful as always, Noah,

and for the record,
the bank is in great shape.

So how much do I get to keep?

Sorry, but none.

Spending this money
would be a felony.

Ah.

And then your dad
would have to arrest you.

It could get awkward.

Right.

-Hazel?
-Mm-hmm?

Could you please
look into this for me?

-Sure.
-Thank you.

If you'll excuse me,

this comedian and I

have some family matters
to attend to.

Okay.

Easy come, easy go.

-Right, Zee?
-Hey, what can you do?

Hi, Hazel.
How's your physio going?

Oh, amazing.
Only two more weeks to go.

Good thing I had
such a great doctor

after my accident.

I'm happy you think so.

Oh, I'm certain of it.

Okay.

Now...

it says the money

was transferred
into your account

the day before yesterday.

Okay. Who sent it?

Uh, it says
a corporate account.

Huh.

We just finished
an upgrade to our system,

so could be a glitch,

or maybe an honest mistake?

Someone got
the account numbers wrong

when they were
making the transfer?

Okay, so do I need
to do anything?

Nope.

I'll just flag it

and it will get sorted
in a day or two.

All right.

They don't seem too worried
about it,

and it's their bank,

so, I guess
I shouldn't be either.

Truth is, they've got
bigger fish to fry.

-Oh, like what?
-Well...

Noah's not happy
with their father's will

and has been threatening
to take Lauren to court.

Oh, was he cut out?

Oh, no. He was taken care of,
but it really irked him

that Lauren was given
control of the bank.

He made it seem
like he was never interested.

I think it has more to do
with how the two of them

were always competing
to be their father's favorite.

Oh...

Hazel, you might've missed
your calling as a therapist.

Mm, but then I'd actually have
to deal with people's problems,

instead of just
gossiping about them.

Thank you for your help.

-Anytime.
-Bye.

Bye.

Britt!

-Hey.
Thanks for meeting me.

I want to get something

a little extra special
at the wine store,

so I could use your expertise.

Ah, I see.
What's the occasion?

Not an occasion per se,
just dinner with Jeff.

"Just," she says.

We're having dinner.

Seize the day, Zee.

Or the night.

-You deserve it.

But this advice comes
at a price, though,

because I need your help
with a little something.

Sure. What's up?

Follow me.

There you go.

Tell your husband I say "hello."

Ms. Prajna!

Thank you

for this opportunity
to win your business.

Mr. Walsh, meet my friend Zee.

She'll be helping me decide

if your pastries
are worthy of my tearoom.

A pleasure.

Are you new to the Vineyard,
Mr. Walsh?

Please, it's Frankie.

And yes, I opened Très Gourmet
just a few months back.

Yeah, I passed by.
I've been meaning to come in.

The storefront's
only the beginning.

I'm also looking to supply

all the finest establishments
on the Vineyard,

because I make
only the finest pastries.

Mm!

Well, my chief taste-tester
and I

are ready to sample the goods.

Right this way.

I got éclairs,
cannolis, churros,

bichon, strudels, tortes--
you name it, I got it.

Okay.

That...

is a kouign-amann.

It's a classic French pastry.

-Wow.
-Oh, my gosh.

That is the reaction
I was hoping for.

This is amazing.

Britt, he's got my vote.

There it is, Frankie.

I'll be in touch
with my first order

as soon as I get back
to the Pendray.

I'll be right here.

And, Zee,
come back any time.

I will take you up on that.

-Nice to meet you.
-Likewise.

He's so charming.

And these are to die for.

Right?

Plus, it just feels like a win
to support a local business.

Now, a wine pairing
can make or break a meal.

Do you know
what Jeff is serving?

Well, I think, right now,

he's standing on a beach
with a line in the water,

so I'm gonna go with fish.

Jackie.

What a lovely surprise.

Thought I might find you out
at your favorite fishing spot.

Yep. Here I am.

I'm sorry for the ambush,

but I was hoping
to interview you

for a new piece I'm researching.

Oh, a new exposé
for "The Vineyard Gazette"?

Actually, it's something else
I have in mind.

I want to do a piece about you.

Me?

Hear me out.

Retired
decorated Boston detective

starts a new chapter
on Martha's Vineyard,

only to find himself embroiled

in a series
of murder investigations.

It's exactly what
people on the island--

actually, everywhere--

will want to read.

I don't think so, Jackie.

I want to do a series of--

I think you've put enough
of a spotlight on me already.

In fact, I'd feel
a whole lot better

if you left my name
out of your articles entirely.

Well, I don't think I can.

And I know I can't stop you,

but I had to ask.

Now, if you don't mind.

Okay, Jeff, but don't think
this is me giving up.

Never.

The Boston blues
were bitin' today!

And you come by
to rub my nose in it?

Maybe a little.

But since I hit my limit,

I thought
I'd share in the bounty,

bring you a couple fillets.

Oh, why thank you
from the bottom of my stomach.

Very generous of you
to include the delivery.

Well, actually,
I was wondering

if a young woman
named Katie Leonard

stopped in to see you today.

No.

Any chance she came by
while you were out?

Well...

...it's been a quiet day--

just how I like it,
so I haven't left the station.

What's this about?

Can't say,
'cause I don't really know.

You know, she said

she read about me
in "The Vineyard Gazette",

thought I could help her,

but she wouldn't say
what the problem was.

I'll keep an eye out for you.

And it's no surprise
she sought you out.

People trust you, J.W.,
myself included.

How about a part-time job?

No. Thanks, Chief.

Ah, can't blame me for trying.

I won't hold it against you.

Anyway, I gotta get home.

-Thanks for the fish!
-Don't mention it.

We need to talk.

Ohh... okay.

Oh, yeah.

Just a minute!

-Hey!
-Hey.

Great timing.
Come on in.

As promised.

-Nice choice.
-Ohh--

Pinot Gris
goes perfect with fish.

What? You know wines?

A bit.
In another life.

After my mom got remarried
back in Boston,

her and her new husband
had a lot of dinner parties.

I always felt
a little out of place,

but I picked up a few things.

Well, this looks amazing

and it smells even better.

You really didn't have to go
to all this trouble.

No. No trouble.

You know, I just threw
a few things together.

Hardly spent any time
in the kitchen.

Oh, well, you're the detective,

but the evidence
suggests otherwise.

Guilty as charged.
I'll be right back.

Okay. I'll open the wine.

You find what you need?

I think so.

Thank you.

Yeah.

So? What should we drink to?

To new beginnings.

How about old flames?

You know,
I hate to admit it,

but I don't think
I can top a meal like that.

But you're gonna try?

Yeah, maybe.
Maybe a picnic.

I do know a charming spot
overlooking the ocean.

I can't wait.

I'd... I'd be lying

if I said
that I haven't been thinking

about another moment like this
between us.

Well, I'd be lying
if I said

I hadn't been thinking about
kissing you again.

Um...

It's--

It's just that I feel like
I need to tell you something.

Okay.

Um...

Zee?

Sorry.
Something's wrong.

Come on.

Well, this moped
didn't get here by itself.

Jeff, over here.

Oh, no!

It's Katie.

Who?

I met her earlier today
at Bob's.

I think I left my phone
back at the house.

I'll go call for help.

No, Jeff.

It's too late.

Zee, J.W..

You found the body?

We did.

Her name's Katie Leonard.

That's the woman
you were asking about earlier.

Was it an accident?

Unlikely, Chief.

No skid marks on the road,
no damage to the moped.

No skin abrasions,
no signs of trauma.

It's like she just laid it down
and took off in a hurry.

Moped was still running.

-That's odd.
-Well, based on

the cyanotic skin
around her lips and eyes,

it looks like
she had a heart attack.

Heart attack?

How old was she?

20-something.

And it's unusual,
but it's not impossible.

Maybe she had
an underlying medical condition.

Or something
could've caused it.

And what if it was chemical?

Mm-hmm.

Any number of drugs
can induce a heart attack.

Yeah, that's true,
but I can't be sure

until I've done an autopsy.

With your permission, Chief?

Go right ahead.

No sign of narcotics.
Not even prescription meds.

It's not alcohol.

Maybe vinegar?

We should send this
over to the lab.

Phone's locked.

I'll have Davis take a look
down at the station.

We're gonna need
contact information

for next of kin.

"1214 Deer Field Road."

And she's 26.

That's on the other side
of the island.

What's she doing
all the way over here?

It's possible she came
to see me again.

You can't recall anything
that might hint

at why she came to see you
in the first place?

No. Katie said she was
in over her head,

asked for my help.

I told her to go see you, Chief.

Sadly, she didn't.

And a few hours later,
she turned up dead?

That's awfully coincidental.

Until we learn different,

I think we have to assume
foul play.

Agreed.

Before you have to ask, Chief,

yeah, I'll help you
look into it.

I owe her that much.

Appreciate it, J.W..

So where do we start?

Well, Katie said
she waited tables

at The Beach House.

Let's see if her co-workers
can shed any light

on what
she'd gotten herself into.

I can't believe it.

And here I was,
angry with her

because she was
late for her shift.

Did you know Katie well?

Well, I hired her
about a year ago.

I was her boss,
but I considered her a friend.

When was the last time
you saw her?

At the end of her shift
last night.

Come to think of it,
she was the last one here.

Claire, um, did Katie mention
any personal problems

she might have been
dealing with lately?

Well, she
and her ex-boyfriend, Glen,

had a stormy relationship.

"Stormy" how?

They seemed to always be
at each other's throats.

Fighting.

I figured they were done,

but I guess Katie just didn't
know how to get out of it,

and Glen isn't the type
to just let her go.

Did she confide in you at all?

I saw it first-hand.

Glen was a cook here.

Was? As in past-tense?

Yeah, he quit
night before last.

Huh.

Thank you, Claire.

Glen Eads?

Can I help you?

We'd like to ask you
a few questions.

Why's that?
Is there a problem?

Not unless you make it one.

We know you did time
for forgery--

making fake I.D.s?

Yeah.

But I paid my debt.

That's all behind me now.

Really?

Yeah.

Really.

Glen, we'd rather not

have to do this
down at the station.

Sure. Whatever.

Have a seat.

When did you last see
Katie Leonard?

The night before last.

The night you quit your job
at The Beach House?

Yeah.

She dumped me,
so I decided to quit my job

rather than still have
to see her every day.

It seemed like a good time
for a fresh start

all the way around.

What's this about?

Katie came to see me.

Told me she was in
some kind of trouble.

I thought you might know
something about that.

Whatever she said about me,
it's a lie.

What kind of things
do you think she'd say?

Who knows?

When we first
started going out,

I thought Katie was the kind
of woman that would keep me

on the straight and narrow.

The truth is...

she was just
looking out for herself.

How so?

Why don't you ask her?

We can't.

Katie's dead.

Whatever happened to her,
I had nothing to do with it.

What makes you think someone
had something to do with it?

Well, if her dea...
her death was an accident,

we probably wouldn't be
having this little talk.

Glen.

Tell us
what Katie involved was in.

I don't know.

Now, if you're not gonna
charge me with anything,

I have better things to do.

That punk knows more
than he's telling us.

Well, without any evidence,
I can't take him in.

Let's call it a night, J.W..

Pick it up in the morning,

when we get the autopsy results
from Zee.

I'll check in in 10 minutes.
Thanks.

Good morning, Zee.
You're up early.

I never went to bed,

and now I remember
why I avoid all-nighters.

I hear that.

You find anything interesting
from the autopsy yet?

Yes,
and fasten your seatbelt,

because I did not
see this one coming.

You figured out what
caused Katie's heart attack?

Based on the discoloration
of the bile samples

and the kidney damage,

it's clear she died

because of
a highly toxic poison.

Poisoning?

That would explain
her laying down the moped

while it was still running.

Mm-hmm.

She was disoriented,
wandered off.

Yeah, at which point,

the toxin caused a seizure
that stopped her heart.

So you're ruling this
a homicide?

Yes. Given the damage
to her organs,

I can't imagine
such a high toxicity level

would be an accident.

Have you identified
the poison?

No, not yet,

but I'll let you know
as soon as I do.

All right, well, I'm heading
over to the station,

so I'll get your dad
up to speed.

Nice work, Zee.

Thanks, Jeff.

Now that it's officially

a murder investigation,

I think we should take
a closer look at Glen Eads.

Yeah, it wouldn't surprise me

if whatever illegal activity
Katie was into,

he had a hand in as well.

Yeah, we'll pull up whatever
we can on the both of them.

In the meantime, Davis
has got something to show you.

Davis?

As you know,
we have Katie's phone,

but we don't know
the password.

And with the privacy settings
and new encryptions,

they're impossible to crack.

But notifications will still
appear on the lockscreen.

Mm-hmm.

And after she received
some texts this morning,

I took some pictures.

That's quick thinking, Davis.

Who's Marty Cline?

Retired history professor.

He's been on the island
a couple of years.

That's about all we got on him.

I ran a property records search

and found an address
in West Tisbury.

Well, let's go see
what Mr. Cline

so "seriously" needed Katie
to call him back about.

Mr. Cline?

That's me.

I'm Chief Madieras.
This is Jeff Jackson.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions.

You came to the wrong place.

"I am the wisest man alive,
for I know one thing,

and that is
that I know nothing."

Socrates!

I was a professor of
Greek history and philosophy,

hence the academic humor.

So, how can I help you?

How do you know
Katie Leonard?

Katie?

Well, she works for me
part-time,

over in the greenhouse.

She in some kind of trouble?

You could say that.

When was the last time
you saw her?

Yesterday.

Did something happen
between you two?

Because, according

to the text messages
you sent her this morning,

you were "very sorry"

and "really wanted to talk"
to her.

Why are you reading
my text messages?

We'll get to that
in a minute.

Please tell us what happened
between the two of you.

Well...

Katie inadvertently used
weed killer in some soil

where I'd just planted
my heirloom tomatoes.

Seeds cost me a pretty penny,
I got upset.

More than I should have.

Over seeds?

They were non-GMO,

open-pollinated
Cherokee purples.

But, you know, Katie and I
are good friends.

We bonded over both being vegan

and our efforts

to find self-sufficient ways
of existing

in this capitalistic,
consumer-driven world.

Is that so?

Absolutely.

The goal being
harmony with the planet

and everyone in it.

Uh-huh.

Did she mention
any disharmony

in her personal life
as of late?

No.

But, you know, we don't talk
much about our private lives.

If you want to know,
why don't you just ask her?

Unfortunately,
Katie passed away yesterday.

What?

How?

That's what
we're investigating.

It's Zee. She wants us
over at the hospital.

Thanks for your time,
Mr. Cline.

If there's anything I can do,
please ask.

Okey-doke.

So, what do you think
of Mr. Green Thumb?

Despite all the shoveling,

I got a strong whiff
of manure.

Let's go see what direction
Zee can point us in.

Why don't you handle that?

I got to get back
to the station.

What'd you find, Doc?

Well, I still
haven't identified

the poison
that killed Katie.

That's not an easy process.

But I did find
this bank receipt.

It was crumpled up
in the pocket of her jeans.

How much money
do you think a waitress

would have in her bank account?

Living on the island
ain't cheap.

Grand or two?

Over $100,000?

That's about the same amount
that appeared in my account.

Seems like
an unlikely coincidence.

And it's only a few days

after the date
on this statement that...

Katie was murdered.

Yes, this is
a balance statement

from our bank.

I found that in the pocket
of a murder victim,

Katie Leonard.

Did you know her?

Not personally,

but didn't she wait tables
at The Beach House?

Yeah.

Now, this
is from a corporate account--

a company called
"Chesterfield Logistics"--

but Katie's name isn't
connected to it in any way.

Why would she have
this bank statement?

Yeah, we're wondering
the same thing ourselves.

Is there a contact listed
for Chesterfield Logistics?

This is a murder investigation,
Ms. Cabot.

We're not asking
for privileged information,

just a name.

The name on the account
is Evelyn Lesco.

I can give you
her phone number.

Thank you.

Has my brother been any help?

Noah? Why do you ask?

He owns The Beach House.

It's in a trust,
so his name isn't on it,

but he inherited it
from our father.

Then we'll be sure
to speak with him.

Actually,
you just missed him.

He was in depositing
last night's bar receipts,

but you might be able
to catch him down the street.

He's picking up baked goods
for the restaurant.

-Appreciate it.
-Thanks.

Oh, Lauren?

I checked last night
and my bank balances

are back to normal.

Did you find out what happened,
or whose money that was?

Uh...

Now, this is strange.

It looks like the money was
transferred from your account

to the Chesterfield Logistics
account.

Are--
Are you telling me

that-that Katie had
a bank receipt

from the same company

who transferred Zee
over $100,000?

Now, how is that possible?

I mean, who-- who exactly
made that transfer?

It doesn't say
who authorized it.

Well, isn't that
a little strange?

I can't explain it,

but we've had ongoing issues

with the system
since we upgraded.

I will get I.T. on it
right away.

Yeah, well, when you find out
what happened,

we're gonna need to know,
A.S.A.P.

Thanks so much.

See you again.

Zee!

So glad to see you.

Frankie, this is Jeff Jackson.

Jeff, this is Frankie Walsh

-and Noah Cabot.
-Nice to meet you guys.

Same.

How do you know Zee?

Thanks to this lady,

I got the Pendray account.

No, that had nothing

to do with me--
that was your kouign-amann.

You're too kind.

Anything you like,
it's on the house.

We actually had
a couple questions for Noah.

Oh, yeah?

Start with why he thinks
the Red Sox have no shot

at winning
the World Series this year.

It's blasphemy!

Spring training
hasn't even started yet!

-Exactly!
-You know something we don't?

No, I'm with Noah.
There's no depth in the bullpen.

A lack of power--
it's a total disaster!

Who can argue with Zee?

If I need help

with my fantasy baseball team,
I know who to call.

But, uh, how can I help?

I hear from Claire

you guys are looking into
Katie Leonard's death.

The whole thing
is just terrible.

Yeah.

When was the last time
you saw her?

Maybe a few days ago?

Uh, restaurant
pretty much runs itself,

so I try to stay out of the way.

Other than
the occasional free meal,

I'm hardly there.

And, of course, to deliver
the fresh baked goods?

Right.

Which...

is basically just an excuse
to talk baseball with this guy.

Katie's death
is such a tragedy.

Did you know her?

Only in passing.

The Beach House
was my first client.

She was always so nice
every time I stopped in.

Noah, did you know if she was
having any personal problems?

No.

Uh, I'm not that close
with the staff.

Best to keep things
professional.

So you never saw her
having any trouble

with her boyfriend, Glen,
your cook?

I can't say that I did.

Look, sorry, I gotta go,
uh, but please,

keep me updated.

-Sure thing.
-Nice to meet you, Jeff.

-You too.
-Later, Zee.

Bye.

Frankie.

Now please,
you two grab seats

and let me bring you
something special.

I gotta say,
that cannoli was top notch.

Right? And the coffee?

Bob's got some competition.

You know, I better get going.

I'm gonna be late
to meet your dad.

All right, I'll get
back to the lab.

All right.

You know, uh...

I haven't forgotten--

you had something to tell me.

Yesterday, on the beach.

Yeah, I haven't either.
It can wait.

Jackie, to what
do I owe this honor?

Jeff, I'm glad I caught you.
You got a minute?

Not really.

It's about a bank robbery
in Boston.

The suspect at large
has the same M.O.

as a bank robber
named Gavin Parks--

also known
as ".38 Special".

If this is tied
to your old case in Boston--

Uh, Jackie, I'm-I'm running
a little late right now.

I'm gonna need to call you back.

Okay.

All right.

You've reached
Detective Andy Lau, Boston PD.

Please leave a message.

Hey, Andy.
It's Jeff Jackson.

Call me when you get this.

Got the keys
to Katie's place right here.

Great.

All we dug up so far

is that
Katie moved to the island at 18.

Worked various
hospitality jobs since then,

and her former employers
all speak really highly of her.

No record,
no trouble with the law.

Hello?

Oh!

Myrna?

Duncan?

What are you doing,
sneaking up on me like that?

I'm here on official business.

What are you doing in here?

I've property managed
these bungalows for years.

You're the landlord?

Landlord,
resident, handywoman--

I do it all.

Uh, Myrna De Longpre,
Jeff Jackson.

Roosevelt's son?

I heard you were moving
into your father's place.

Nice to finally meet you.

Nice to meet you too.

So, Myrna, do you live on site?

A few bungalows down.

And did you get
to know Katie well?

I did.
Aw, she was such a light.

My friend, Lydia,
she volunteers at the hospital,

and her friend, Hilda,
does admin at the morgue,

and that's how
I found out the news.

I mean, what a shame.

W-Why are you
in her apartment?

Violet!

And who's Violet?

Katie's cat!

I realized
that cat hasn't been fed,

must be starving,
terrified,

so I just took the liberty.

I mean, I still
haven't found her, though.

Oh, but she's got
plenty of food for the week.

Oh...

"Seafood Mango Surprise."
Delicious.

Myrna? Can you tell me
what all this is?

Katie made her own kombucha.

-Ah.
-Should I know what that is?

A fermented tea.

Helps promote a healthy bacteria
in your gut.

My gut says "no, thanks."

Well, if I do say so,

Duncan, you're looking quite fit
without it.

Well, thank you.

I know that smell.

Did she make this
for anyone else?

Did she sell it?

No. Not that I know of.

So Katie drank
all this kombucha herself?

Every day, like clockwork.

She said it changed her life.

Gave her more energy,
clearer head.

I mean, soon, she was
completely devoted to it.

I mean, the works--

from everything she ate,
to the make-up she used--

cruelty-free, all that.

Chief... I think we should
step out of the bungalow.

Why? What's happened?

This could be
where Katie was poisoned,

which would make this apartment
a crime scene.

Come on, Myrna.

-Call Zee.
-Yep.

Okay. So...

we know the poison
that killed Katie

was water hemlock.

The samples from the jar
we found in her backpack

tested positive for coniine,

which is the active ingredient
in the plant.

So I compared that
with Katie's blood samples

and we got a match...

but everything in the apartment
is testing negative.

So someone who knew
Katie's daily routine

spiked her kombucha...

but it didn't necessarily
happen here.

Yeah. Exactly.

Kombucha is our murder weapon.

That's a first.

You said water hemlock?

How common is that plant?

It's native to the Vineyard

and you can extract the poison

from the flowers, the stems,
or the roots.

Is it hard to make?

With a little research,

probably pretty much anyone
could do it.

We should talk to Myrna again,

and the rest
of Katie's neighbors,

find out if they saw anything,

or anyone,
unusual around the bungalows.

Excuse me.

Andy.

Hey, Jeff. Look, I know
why you've been calling,

but we can't
talk about this right now.

The guy you've been after
could be the one who shot me.

Look, I know
what this means to you, Jeff.

Then tell me what's going on.

All I can say
is that a confidential informant

gave me a lead on a suspect.

I'm gonna check it out tonight.

Okay. How about I meet you?

No chance, Jeff.

I'll let you know

if anything pans out,

but in the meantime,
you just gotta trust me.

Right.

Hey, is everything okay?

Yeah.

No, actually.

-Uh...
-Do you want to talk about it?

I got to go.

I got to take a quick trip
to Boston,

but could you tell your father
I should be back later tonight?

Yeah, of course.

-All right, thanks.
-Yeah.

Really, Jeff?

I'm on a stakeout.

-Yeah, no kidding.
-Get in the car!

God.

How did you find me?

I staked out Donovan's
and tailed you.

You've gotten a little
too predictable, my friend.

What are you doing here?

Well, the last time
I got a tip on a bank robber,

it didn't go so well.

Thought you could
use some backup.

But the real question is,
why are you holding out on me?

Because it's too personal
for you, Jeff.

And you're not a cop anymore.

You sure
there's nothing more to it?

I'm sure.

I'm also sure
you shouldn't be here right now.

Just like old times.

Hey. Is that him?

Yeah, that's McDonough.

Well, he just made us.

-You sure?
-Let's move!

Hey!

Back!

Now!

All right, stay behind me.

Jeff, wait here.

-Kelly!

Ah!

Get on your knees.

Hands behind your head!

Cuff him, Andy.

Hands.

Come on. Get up.

Keith McDonough,
you're under arrest.

Do I know you?

I don't know.
Do you?

I think it looks good. Yeah.

-Hey.
-Almost ready?

Yes. Thanks for calling.
How's everything at the Pendray?

Good, good.

Although we do seem
to be missing a robe or two.

Ooh. Maybe you need
a good hotel detective.

Are you available?

Oh, my plate is full.

Ah, that's a shame.

And how are things
outside of work?

Fine. They're fine.

Dinner with Jeff was very nice.

Hmm!

Yeah. Most of the time,
when we're together,

things are simple and easy,

and sometimes they get
a little complicated.

Oh. Why?

Is mixing work and play
too much?

I hadn't thought
about it like that,

but no, I don't think
that's the problem.

So, there is a problem?

Just that Jeff has some baggage
that's unresolved,

but who doesn't, right?

You have every right
to be guarded

after what "he who will not
be named" did to you.

Once bitten, twice shy,
for sure.

Lady, the world is yours
to conquer,

and there's no reason
to rush into anything

before you're absolutely ready.

Thanks for saying that.

Well, it needed to be said.

Also, um, congrats

on officially becoming
the island's Medical Examiner.

Thank you.

That's coming with
its own frustrations.

We have leads in the case,

but we still don't have
a motive for the murder.

Well, if running a hotel
has taught me anything,

it's that no one's immune
to temptation.

I'll keep that in mind.

Whoever they are,
they better watch their step,

'cause Zee Madieras
is on the case.

That's right!

Takes a brave man
to drink the local brew.

Well, if it ain't been sitting
in the pot since morning,

what's the point?

I heard
you took down McDonough.

Nice work.

It's, uh, Webber, right?

Yeah, Sergeant Paul Webber.

You're Detective Jeff Jackson.

Retired.

Which begs the question,

what were you doing
at that stakeout?

It's personal.

McDonough and I
may have some history.

Goes back to another case.

Yeah, I read the file.

You did?

And why's that?

Three years ago,

I crashed my patrol car
chasing a petty thief--

shattered my femur.

Now I ride a desk

and work on cold cases
in my spare time.

Yours is quite interesting.

And what do you find
so interesting about it?

Hey, we both got sidelined
before our time.

It's no mystery
what happened to me,

so I've been able
to make peace with it.

I expect you want the same.

Well, maybe today's
the day I get it.

I hope you do.

Listen, Jackson,
if you need anything,

you call me.

You got a friend here.

Thanks, Sergeant.

I'm gonna go sit in
on Lau's interrogation,

so if you don't mind.

You can watch from here.

Oh, come on, Andy.

A little good cop/bad cop,
just like the old days?

You know I can't
let you in there,

but I'll crack him.

Just get me the truth.

I gotcha.

Detective Lau?

That's me.

-And you are?
-A problem.

Amanda Peterson. FBI.

Great, so how about you two
get to know each other,

while I do my interrogation?

Oh, not so fast, Lau.

Keith McDonough is mine now

and I will be conducting
the interrogation,

once he's been moved
into Federal custody.

Whoa. Agent Peterson--

And I'll be lucky

if a judge doesn't
toss the arrest

on the grounds

that a civilian
unlawfully apprehended him.

Can we start over?

I got this guy
on bank robbery charges.

I'm sorry, he's under
FBI jurisdiction now.

How about we just give
Detective Lau

10 minutes with him,
then he's all yours?

McDonough has deeper ties
to bigger fish.

That is my priority.

Here's a transfer authorization.

This case and this suspect
now belong to me.

How did she even know
we had McDonough in custody?

I don't know.

But one thing's for sure--

she doesn't want us
talking to him.

Dang it!

Engine trouble?

Among other things.

Patience plus a little TLC

is the winning formula
for workhorses like those.

Or I could just give up,

sell this old girl,
and buy myself a canoe.

Why would you do that?

Just to keep things simple,
I guess.

You know, J.W...

I suspect

that fixing up
your father's boat is...

complicated.

Well, aren't you
all full of wisdom?

I've been around a time or two.

You know, uh...

all the things left unsaid
after my dad passed,

my life back in Boston...

I want to put it
all behind me, but...

somehow, I just can't.

You know, I remember when
Roosevelt bought this boat.

He was lucky
he didn't sink it

just sailing it
into this marina.

I had to ask

why he got himself
a project boat

that was gonna do nothing
but eat up money and time.

What'd he say?

He thought maybe...

...y-you'd work on it together,

because he knew

it wasn't just the boat
that needed fixing,

and now, here you are,

hoping to find
the same connection.

Listen, J.W.,

some things can be repaired,

but not everything that's broken
can be mended,

and that's okay.

You can still find
a way to move on.

Yeah. Yeah.

Maybe you're right.

But I know you didn't

come all the way over here
just to tell me all that.

Ah, we got Katie Leonard's
phone records.

And you found
something interesting?

Yeah, the last call she made

pinged off a tower
right in front of the station.

So she was there,
but she didn't go in?

Yeah, unfortunately.

She might still be alive
if she had.

Who'd she call?

Oh, that's
the interesting part.

Noah Cabot.

Funny he didn't mention that
when I spoke to him yesterday.

Well, maybe somebody
should ask him about that.

Are you coming?

Yeah.

-I didn't lie.

You didn't tell the truth.

Noah.

What did you and Katie
talk about?

Katie said
she was in trouble.

She wanted money and I told her
I couldn't help her like that.

Did she say
what the money was for?

No, and I didn't ask.

Well, it's awfully convenient

you didn't tell us that
yesterday

when you were
offering to help.

I didn't think it mattered

and I thought
it'd look suspicious.

Well, how do you think it looks
not telling us about it?

Why are you so nervous, Noah?

I...

I'm taking my sister to court
over my dad's will.

And what's that
have to do with Katie?

Nothing! I-I just figured
I ought to distance myself

from whatever trouble
she was messed up in.

It's hard to see him
as a suspect

when we don't have a motive.

What's really
bothering me is we still haven't

nailed down Katie's connection

to the Chesterfield Logistics
bank account.

Have you heard back from
the contact Lauren gave us

at the bank?

Evelyn Lesco?

I have tried Ms. Lesco
several times.

No response.

I'll run her name
through the system.

Let's see
what there is to...

see.

Well, that's strange.

What is?

No picture available.

Not even a DMV photo.

And her name doesn't appear
in any searches whatsoever,

except those associated with
Chesterfield Logistics.

How is that possible?

It's like,
until a few months ago,

there was no Evelyn Lesco.

Financial records are private.

I can't start violating
our clients' trust

by handing over their data
without due process.

Okay, but she may not
even exist.

But you haven't proven
she doesn't.

Well, in that case, Ms. Cabot,

if your client
is breaking the law,

you have a duty to help us.

Of course!

Which law
has Evelyn Lesco broken?

We'd be able to answer
your question

if we could
look at the records.

And I believe that's called
a catch-22,

but the burden is on you,
not me or the bank.

Lauren, you can't deny
that the financial activity

related to Chesterfield
Logistics looks shady.

And the fact that
Katie had that bank receipt

means she was
somehow connected,

maybe even drawn in,
unwittingly.

What would you have me do?

Look, to open the account,

Ms. Lesco would

have to physically come
into the bank, correct?

Correct. We'd need to see I.D.
and articles of incorporation.

And when
was the account opened?

Three months ago.

Okay, well, I'm pretty sure
it's industry standard

to keep video surveillance
for at least six months.

Let's take a look at the day
she came into your bank.

Okay. Now, that I can approve.

Here we go.

Chesterfield Logistics

was the only new
corporate account

opened that day.

That's our corporate desk.

So that must be Ms. Lesco.

Do you have another angle?

I'd like to get a screen grab

so we can
positively identify her.

That can't be.

Zoom in, please.

Katie and Evelyn
are the same person?

What does this mean?

I guess Katie was in deeper
than we thought.

So, Katie was a front
for Chesterfield Logistics?

Exactly.

Though we have no idea
what the company does.

Right now, all we have
is her using a false identity

to open a bank account,

and we know who has a history
of fake I.D.s.

Glen Eads.

Even if he and Katie
were broken up,

were they still
working together?

Could Chesterfield Logistics
be some sort of scam?

We're looking to bring Glen in
for questioning.

Chief had a patrol car
swing by his place,

but no sign of him.

Put out an A.P.B..

Okay, so here's what we know.

It looks like
Katie committed fraud.

Mm-hmm.
-Glen Eads is missing,

and there's just
a big question mark

around Chesterfield Logistics,

and, eventually,
we have to tie in

the water hemlock-poisoned
kombucha.

Yeah, it seems like
such an unusual

and kind of old-fashioned
choice of poison.

Yeah, you're right.

It's very old.

The Ancient Greek philosopher
Socrates chose to drink hemlock

when he was sentenced to death
in the 5th century B.C..

And a professor
of Greek history

would certainly know that.

Zee, I think it's time
you met Marty Cline.

What was that?

I don't know.

Dr. Cline?

Hey! You can't be in here!

Something
you don't want us to see?

Are these
Laotian slipper orchids ?

This is private property.

Leave now
or I will call the cops.

Or maybe we'll call
U.S. Fish and Wildlife,

because, from what I know,
these orchids are illegal.

Okay, wait.

How about we talk this out?

Oh, I think we should.

Okay, let's, uh,
go up to the house.

After you.

Now, we knew
that Katie was involved

in some sort of
criminal enterprise,

but I can't say

that orchid smuggling
would have been my first guess.

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

My orchids are merely a hobby.

If I'm not mistaken,

the orchids in your greenhouse
are illegally sourced,

and worth thousands
on the black market.

No, this is ridiculous.

Now here's what else
we know, Dr. Cline.

Katie was a front
for a dummy corporation,

one that would be

the perfect vehicle for you
to launder the money you get

from selling those flowers.

That's an absolute farce.

Well, what's not a farce

is that Katie was helping you
care for these orchids.

And after
your little falling out,

I think her conscience
got the better of her

and she wanted to come clean.

But you couldn't let her
do that, could you?

You can't be serious.

As serious
as poisoned kombucha.

The autopsy found water hemlock
in Katie's blood.

Your idea of
poetic justice, Professor?

I mean, you'd be able
to recognize water hemlock

and you'd know it's deadly.

And being a fellow vegan,

you would know
better than anyone

about Katie's
homemade kombucha habit.

I did not poison Katie!

I mean, why would I have
sent her a text that morning

if I'd killed her?

Oh, I don't know,
to try and create

an alibi for yourself
after the fact?

I refuse to debate
the plausibility of this

because I did not murder her!

Refuse to debate
all you want.

You won't be required to testify
at your trial for murder either.

Okay, wait.

Yes, I trade in orchids.

I can't afford to live
on the Vineyard on my pension.

And yes,
Katie ruined my seedlings,

but all I did
was reprimand her!

It's true.

She even apologized,

said she was distracted,

she was under
a lot of stress lately.

What kind of stress?

She said

she was having money troubles
and they'd gotten out of hand.

I offered to help,
but she refused.

She said she didn't want to take
"any more dirty money".

Do you believe his story?

It's plausible,

but we can't rule him out
just yet.

So we have
a retired history professor

trafficking
in illegal orchids,

a low-life ex-cook
with a shady reputation,

an untraceable
corporate bank account,

a victim with an alias...

and poisoned kombucha.

I wish
there was a way to know

what Katie really wanted to say
when she got in touch with you.

Chief?

Glen Eads's car
was spotted in a public lot

half a mile
from his place on the water.

Guess he doesn't want us
to know to know he's home.

Let's go pick him up.

We'll head around back.

Sounds like he's got company.

Door's open.

Stay here.

This is the police!

Glen Eads...

stand up slowly.

Hands in the air.

We're not playing games, Glen.

Well, it's no mystery
as to the cause of death.

It's a single gunshot wound
to the chest.

How long has he been dead?

Based on
rigor and lividity,

I'd say roughly 12 hours.

Glen's been M.I.A.
since night before last.

So who was he hiding from?

Us...

or Katie's killer?

Somebody was devoted
to his trade.

I don't think so.

What was he doing?

Definitely
wasn't clipping recipes.

Hey, Chief!

We're gonna need copies
of all these magazines.

Okay. Um...

"pay..."

"pay me"--

Hundred...

100K.

Mm-hmm.

-"Pay me 100--"
-Mm-hmm.

"Pay me 100K...

-or..."
-I've got an "I".

"Or--
Or I... go to...

the... cops."

Blackmail.

I guess whoever
Glen was blackmailing

didn't like his options.

Thank you.

So who was Glen blackmailing?

And if the 100K
was paid to Glen and Katie

through Chesterfield Logistics,

why'd they both end up dead?

Well, you said

that Katie wanted to come clean
when she met you,

so maybe she knew
things were going south.

Maybe.

But I didn't listen.

That's not really
something thing I do, is it?

Look.

I have feelings for you.

"But"?

Go ahead.

You sure?

Yeah, of course.

Andy?

Hey, Jeff.

Look, I called in some favors

and I got permission to question
McDonough tomorrow afternoon.

That's great.
I'll fly over in the morning.

I figured there was

no keeping you away.

Meet me at

the Federal holding facility
at noon.

I'll be there.
Thanks, Andy.

Sorry about that.

-Yeah.
-Where were we?

Is everything all right?

Yeah, yeah.

Andy's just questioning
McDonough tomorrow and...

And you want to be there.

I have to be.

-Yeah.
-I need the truth.

You know, I can't keep
carrying this around with me.

Enough about me.

You were saying?

Jeff, we both have a lot
on our minds.

Maybe we can talk
when you get back.

Just focus on Boston.
Go do what you need to do.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Oh, that's me.

This is Webber.

Sergeant Webber,
it's Jeff Jackson.

Jackson! Hey!

Hey, man, sorry to hear
about your case.

I hear the Feds stepped in.

They did,

but we're gonna get our shot
at him tomorrow afternoon.

Listen, I was looking
for some information

I can't seem to get access to
as a private citizen.

Well, what do you need?

Well, I got McDonough's
rap sheet in front of me,

and it was full
of felony B-and-E's,

and a few misdemeanors
I'm sure were knocked down.

But I'm looking for
more on his known associates,

specifically a "Gavin Parks".

Can you get into
his arrest records?

Well, let's take a look.

Yeah, looks like McDonough
was picked up a few times

as the prime

in a series of jewelry store
smash-and-grabs,

but he was cut loose

and brought in alone.

Can you tell me
who the arresting officers were?

Mm... yeah.

Just a sec.

Well, all the arrests
were made

by the same officer--
your buddy.

You-- You mean Andy?

Yeah, Andy Lau.

You know, this was only
four years ago.

He didn't mention
that they have a history?

No, he didn't.

Huh.

All right.
Thanks, Sergeant.

Not sure how long I'll have,

but, hopefully,
I get you what you need.

Okay, well, there's something
I need to understand first.

How come you didn't tell me
you'd arrested McDonough before?

And on more than one occasion.

Are you looking
into my arrest records?

No, I was looking into his.

But the point is, you ain't
playing straight with me.

Why didn't you mention it?

Because I'm watching out
for you.

Okay, well, sometimes,
it doesn't seem like it.

I'm trying to keep you
at arm's length

to protect you.

Protect me? From what?

Something about your shooting
doesn't feel right.

Someone with juice
is pulling strings,

hiding the truth.

Someone with connections.

And I don't want you
in the cross hairs again.

Thanks,
but I'll take my chances.

And if you were me,
you'd do the same thing.

I'm sorry.

From now on,
all cards on the table.

Good.

I'm here to question
Keith McDonough.

Hang on.

A few minutes ago,
there was an incident.

Keith McDonough is dead.

You sure?

What happened?

He was found unresponsive
in his cell.

That's all we know right now.

This can't be a coincidence.

No.

And whoever's behind it

has more reach and power
than we ever imagined.

Jackson. Lau.

What happened?

This is a Federal facility.
Why don't you tell us?

I don't like
what you're implying, Jackson.

I'm not implying anything.

I'm saying,
Special Agent Peterson,

that this happened
on your watch.

And I'll get
to the bottom of it.

Go back to your island, Jackson.

It seems that wherever you go,
trouble follows.

Hey! How was Boston?

Let's just say
it's good to be back.

So, whatcha got?

Warrants came through.

Chesterfield Logistics'
bank records.

showed payments
from only one source--

The Beach House,

so we met with Claire

and we got the financial records
for The Beach House.

And guess what?
Claire insisted

she had no knowledge
of any transactions

with Chesterfield Logistics.

And according to these ledgers,
Claire's not lying.

There is not a single payment
to Chesterfield Logistics

in here.

Unless someone's
cooking the books,

somehow finding a way
to hide those transactions.

When we went to see Claire,

she said that Katie
left the restaurant abruptly

that night.

If Katie was thinking
of coming clean,

maybe she'd gotten proof.

Well, let's say she did.

Where is it?

I mean, I doubt she would come
to see Jeff empty-handed.

Well, we didn't find anything
like that in Katie's backpack.

But...

maybe we missed something.

We keep hearing
that Katie only uses

cruelty-free, Earth-friendly
products, right?

So?

So this is not.

A hidden thumb drive.

Zee, you're a genius.

This is a second set
of books.

Payments
to Chesterfield Logistics

are all here.

We thought
Chesterfield Logistics

was laundering
the orchid money,

but, instead, it looks like
it's receiving cash

that's being laundered
through The Beach House.

Just begs the question still--

whose money is that?

Exactly.

Because they're willing to kill
to keep it.

Well, given what we know
about the restaurant

and the Cabot family feud
over Vineyard Island Bank...

We need to have another chat
with Noah Cabot.

Oh, yeah.

Come on.

Okay. I'll tell him.

So, my dad says
that Noah's not at his house,

but there were signs
of a hasty exit,

and he's still
not answering his phone.

Well, if Noah's
making a run for it,

he's gonna want to stop here.

I mean, Katie copied those files
from somewhere,

and my guess is that they're
still on the office computer.

Come on. Stay close.

Whatcha cookin', Noah?

Stay back!

Take it easy, Noah.

There's no reason
for anyone else to get hurt.

I had nothing to do
with Katie's death!

Then come down to the station

and tell the Chief
the whole story.

Right, like it's that easy.

Noah, running is only
gonna make it worse.

Running is the only choice
I have!

I know it seems like that
right now but--

You don't understand!

I came here
the night before Katie died

to warn her
to not mess with those people,

and the next day,
when we spoke,

I told her to leave town!

But she decided
to come clean with you,

and she didn't make it.

Give us names, Noah.

I paid off Glen
when he blackmailed me,

but I didn't kill him!

I warned Katie.

And now they're both dead,

and I don't wanna be next.

Okay, well, let us help you.

Y-You can't.

It's too late.

Noah!

Noah...

Noah!

We need to get him to the E.R..

About 15 minutes.

We're just leaving
The Beach House.

I did. I called Dr. Lo,
and she's--

J.W., you believe
what he told you,

about not killing
Katie and Glen?

If he really did pay off Glen
and warn Katie,

but he seems to be more afraid
of whoever he's in business with

than going to jail.

Hmm. We need to convince him
we can keep him safe,

get him to talk.

Okay, so I called
a neurosurgeon in

to meet Noah in the E.R.

But with an injury like this,

he's unlikely
to wake up any time soon.

And our killer
could be long gone by then.

One London Fog
and the usual.

Thank you.

Thanks for this.

My pleasure.

-You wanna sit here?
-Sure.

Zee! Jeff.

Hey.

Hey. I heard about everything
at The Beach House last night.

How is Noah Cabot doing?

Uh, he's stable,
but he's still unconscious.

Oh, no.

And we still don't know
who his accomplice is,

so unless Noah wakes up,
we're out of leads.

I have known Noah a long time
and I have to admit,

I'm shocked that he's involved
in something like this.

Well, I used to date
one of his friends and...

not to speak out of school,

but the rumor was that Noah once
had a serious gambling problem.

How serious?

He didn't just owe money,

there was some kind
of trouble with the law.

His dad had to step in
to make it go away.

But we ran Noah's name
in the Vineyard PD database

and his record came up clean.

Unless it happened
in another jurisdiction.

I saw Noah wearing
a Belcourt College sweatshirt

at the bank.

That--
That's in Providence.

So he went to college
in Rhode Island.

We should
get back to the station

and do some more digging.

Thanks, Britt.

Talk soon.

Right.

Glad I could help.

So you think
Noah was using The Beach House

to launder profits
from gambling?

I do.

But not how I thought.

It says Noah was arrested
in Providence for bookmaking.

Then he wasn't making bets,
he was taking them.

So, instead of
being the gambler,

he was the casino?

Exactly. And I'm sure

an elite private school
like Belcourt

has no shortage
of trust fund kids like Noah

with money to burn.

Now, it says here they were
trying to tie Noah

to a big-time bookie
named Donny Callahan.

Well, if Noah's
back to being a bookie,

that would explain
all the money coming in

and why he'd have to launder it
through the restaurant.

But it still leaves us
with the question--

whose money
is backing him now?

Right down on the end there,
please.

Why am I here?

I should be at the hospital
with my brother.

We won't keep you
any longer than we have to,

okay, Lauren?

Here's the problem.

Noah was using The Beach House

to launder
illicit gambling profits,

which he then funneled
into Chesterfield Logistics.

Don't act so surprised.
You knew about it.

If I was
helping him launder money,

I could lose the bank!

There's no way
I would be part of that.

We talked to your father's
probate lawyer.

We know that Noah's exclusion
from any interest in the bank

is based upon a morals clause.

If he keeps his nose clean,
he gets half,

if he gets caught
gambling again,

he gets nothing.

You put $100,000
into Zee's account--

threw up a flare
to get Zee's attention,

get us asking questions.

But your brother was in deeper
than you thought.

Since Dad died,

I felt it was on me
to look out for him.

He has a terrible addiction
and I thought he could beat it.

All I was trying to do
was help him.

Okay, then help us.

Whose money
is Noah laundering?

I don't know.

All I know
is that, about four months ago,

before all this started,

he spent a few weekends
in Providence.

Well, that's not much to go on.

But you gotta think it's gonna
be someone from Noah's past.

I think you'd be right.

How'd it go?

Never a dull moment.

Just playing on a hunch here,

but I-- I think we need
to find out what happened

to Donny Callahan.

Webber.

Sergeant Webber,
Jeff Jackson again.

Got another favor to ask.

Yeah, shoot.

Have you heard
of a Donny Callahan

out of Providence?

A bookie?

Callahan? Hmm...

Let me see what I can find out.

Zee! Always a pleasure
to see your smiling face.

Aw, likewise.

Where's your beau?

He's at the hospital.

Ohh. Any news about Noah?

I hear he was hurt bad.

Yeah, he's getting
a lot better.

The Chief and Jeff

are gonna talk to him
right away, actually.

Good, good.

What can I get you?

Uh, these look good.

These are my favorite.

Do you need to get that?

No.

It can wait.

Crème brûlée.

Mm!

-Uh, it looks important.

You might be right.

Listen close, Noah.

You better keep your mouth shut.

If I go down,
you go down with me.

Do you hear me?

Harsh words...

for such an old friend.

Who is this?

Someone who knows all about
starting over.

Hey, Frankie.

Or should I say Donny?

Donny Callahan?

What kind of prank
is this, Jeff?

It's not funny.

You got that right.

Two murders
are no laughing matter.

But that's nothing
for a man of your reputation.

I think you have me confused
with someone else.

Oh, do I?

The hair's changed,

you shaved the beard,

and I suspect

all the baking's to account
for the extra pounds,

but that's still you.

Courtesy of a friend
at the Boston PD.

You guys are nuts.

No, we figure

that when Rhode Island
legalized sports betting,

your business as a bookmaker
took a fatal hit.

You needed an exit strategy--

a way to legitimize
all the gambling money

you'd made over the years.

So you just reinvented
yourself as Frankie Walsh,

the amiable baker.

Now, your old pal, Noah,

had a successful restaurant--

the perfect place

through which to launder
the millions in cash

you had stashed
in your retirement fund,

all without
alerting the I.R.S..

And it was working,

until Katie's boyfriend

stuck his nose
where it didn't belong.

At which point
Katie wanted out,

but you couldn't
risk her talking, could you?

And when
Glen finally turned up,

you took him out, too,

for good measure.

Sure we can't
work something out?

I don't think so.

Such a shame,

'cause I kinda like you,

and you, Zee,

you're such a sweetheart.

But so it goes.

You okay?

I'm good.

Come on.

Hey!

It's still warm.

I'm guessing
he has access to a boat,

planning to make a run
for the mainland.

Zee, why don't you stay
with the patrol cars,

call us on the radio
if you see anything.

Come on. Be careful.

He might be armed.

Where's Jeff?

Oh!

You should've stayed
in retirement, Jeff.

Ahh!

J.W.!

Get up!

On your knees.

You okay?

Just great.

You mind if I do the honors?

Get up!

So this is
your charming picnic spot

overlooking the ocean?

Yeah, with a twist.

I love it.

You okay?

What do you got in that thing,
a five-course meal?

Well, I know how much
you like to eat.

That's true.

So, listen.

This got built up
more than it needed to, but...

...what I was gonna say
on the beach--

...was that you want
to take things slow between us?

How did you guess?

Yeah, I mean, I know you have
a lot on your plate.

Some things are unresolved.

And...

when it comes to relationships,

I'm...

still a little gun-shy.

Yeah.

So am I.

I just don't want
to get hurt again.

I get that.

But I want you to know

that there's nothing
more important to me

than keeping you safe.

I'm not gonna let anyone
I care about get hurt again.

That's good to know.

And I know I may seem

a little emotionally unavailable
sometimes,

but I do know

that if I wanna build
the life that I want,

here on the island...

I'm gonna need to make peace
with my past.

Yeah, I hope you do.

And, in the meantime,
you have work to do

because you owe me

a successful voyage
on "The Remedy".

That I do.

That I do.

So here's to us...

getting back out
on the water.