All language subtitles for UNFORGETTABLE - S02 E11 - East of Islip (720p - AMZN Web-DL)

♪

♪ I got today, and
that's all I want ♪

♪ I got my friends and my
records and a couple of bucks ♪

♪ Got a smile on my face

♪ That's more than
enough for me... ♪

(music continues
faintly through earbuds)

♪ It must be the way you
rush right through me... ♪

WOMAN: Here are Kafka's drops.

She needs them in 15 minutes.

And-and now this is Hixie. Okay.

She snarls at homeless
people, which is embarrassing,

but she hasn't
ever bitten anyone.

Now, Hixie only
goes on the grass

in front of the Children's Zoo.

Now, Patches here
will go anywhere.

But please remember that
she is lactose intolerant.

You sure you got all
that? MAN: Totally.

No milk for Hixie.
Uh, P-Patches.

No. Th-That's Misu.

Your dogs are fine
with me, ma'am. Okay.

MAN: Dixie? Uh... Hey! Dixie?

Hi. Look at you. Patches?

Uh, Kafka?

This isn't Dixie.

This is Patches, right?

That's Dixie.

Dixie can't walk

in the heat for more
than eight minutes

without hyperventilating
and her tongue swelling up.

Misu will only poop on
the north side of 61st Street,

and occasionally on the
doorman's shoes at the Pierre.

It's a long story.

Hixie... she needs
an attitude adjustment.

And that there is Kafka.

Kafka has cataracts
and is due for drops in...

14 minutes.

Uh, h Oh, well, I
was eavesdropping.

And I remember
everything. Listen, do you...

Do you want to walk half
of 'em? I'll split the money.

Oh, no, that's okay.
I already have a job.

Here. Here you go.

Dixie left you a little surprise

over there by the fire hydrant.

I would pick it
up if I were you.

I haven't got time.
I got to get to class.

No, no, no, really... you
might want to pick that up.

Sure.

All right, have a good day.

♪ You wake me up,
you wake me up. ♪

Well, look what
the cat dragged in.

I thought you could
all use a little change

from your regular
morning coffee,

so fresh-pressed organic juices

from the Pune Press Express.

Try it.

Uh, what's in this?

What isn't? It's a Reset A-Gogo.

It has pineapple,
ginger, lime and chili.

Chili? CARRIE: Mmm.

AL: Okay. Oh, thank you.

I think I'll, uh, save
mine for lunch.

Wheat grass alfalfa swirl?

Come on, it's the
milkshake of the gods.

And the cows?

Hello. Special occasion?

Yes, actually.

The weekend's almost here,
so I got you a little surprise.

I hate surprises.

Oh, come on, it's fennel juice.

That's why I hate surprises.

It's not really, it's lemonade.

Why don't you try it.

Yum-yum. Mm-hmm.

Unsweetened.

Mmm.

The truth is, I have a
little surprise for you.

How about a nice
little paid vacation?

I have a little summer
cottage, out on the Island.

It's all yours.

And what's the catch?

Does there always
have to be a catch?

Yes. Yes.

Okay, it seems

the mayor's press
secretary, Sandy Elsworth,

he's got a little place
in Southampton Village,

and, I don't know, I
guess his kids are friends

with the kids of the
mayor out there... Mm.

The point is, this morning,

the body of a young
woman washed up

on the beach in
front of his house.

Southampton
Village has officially

requested our assistance.

The local police
can't handle it?

Long Island serial killer.

ELIOT: Exactly. Oh.

14 victims in the
last ten years,

most of them young women

dumped on the shore.

If this is number 15, I
want you guys out there.

So our little paid
vacation is actually

hunting a serial killer.

Don't forget to pack sunscreen.

Yeah, she washed
up right about here.

No I.D., no shoes.

Just the, uh, dress
she went in with.

I think he's back at it.

AL: You think she's a
victim of the serial killer?

She fits the profile.

The previous victims
were all young,

attractive women found
near the water's edge, so...

Yeah, that's true.

I believe they were
all dead, as well.

CARRIE: I think
what Al is trying to say

is that we're gonna need more

before we identify
her as the 15th victim.

Yeah, of course. The fact is,

the other girls, they
washed up farther west,

along the Ocean
Parkway, Gilgo Beach area.

Right, but based on

my analysis of the
current patterns,

I believe the body could've
been carried this far east.

Okay, I'd like to
see that analysis.

But if she is number
15, could also mean

our guy's got a new
dumping ground.

Anyone I.D. her?

Canvassed the beach, thrown
up some flyers around town.

So far, no one's recognized her.

What about local fishermen?

Maybe one of them
saw something unusual.

Maybe. You haven't
talked to 'em yet?

Sir, there are
only four officers

on the Southampton
Village police force.

One's away at his
sister's wedding,

two are on parking patrol,
so that just leaves me.

Okay.

Hey, Jo.

WEBSTER: So, I
hear your victim's

at some local morgue out there.

I thought I'd come out
and give you a hand.

Oh, no, Jo, uh, Al
and I have got it.

Don't ruin your weekend.

Carrie, you have no idea
about these rural coroners.

I've heard of some morgues
doubling as feed stores.

Jo, it's the Hamptons,
not Kansas, okay?

How's the weather?

Uh... the weather's great.

It's nice.

Jo, you don't need to
come all the way out here.

I'm telling you, it
is not a problem.

Yeah, I'm getting
the sense that's it not.

Oh, let me ask...
how's the house?

Some cottage.

: Oh.

Wow.

I want to live here.

Great kitchen.

I might just cook tonight.

Wow, this is amazing.

This fridge is bigger
than my apartment.

Probably gets more light, too.

Oh, my God.

Okay, so Eliot's "little
cottage" in the Hamptons

comes with a not so little pool.

And a Jacuzzi. Mmm.

Doesn't really change anything.

Might actually
explain a few things.

Yeah, like why he's so hard
to reach on the weekend?

Ah, a text from
young Officer Gosling.

They got a Missing
Persons fitting our victim.

Parents just I.D.'d the body.

Shelly Branigan... 23
years old, from Islip.

WOMAN: Shelly
was the best daughter

any parent could ever want.

She was my heart.

Mrs. Branigan, can
you think of anyone

who might have
wanted to hurt her?

A jealous boyfriend?

She didn't have a boyfriend.

She was studying to get her GED

and then go on
to nursing school.

Course that dream
had to be put on hold

when James had his accident.

What happened?

Girder collapsed on
my last construction job.

Crushed my leg.
CARRIE: I'm so sorry.

AL: Did Shelly work?

It was a tough commute,

but she found something
over in the Hamptons.

A waitressing job

at Junior's Cafe near Watermill.

Ah.

Excuse me.

CARRIE: Who's the artist?
JAMES: Our son, Spencer.

He's eight.

Oh.

WOMAN: He and his
sister were very close.

AL: According to bank records,

Shelly recently
deposited $10,000

into her checking account.

Any idea where

she could've gotten
that kind of money?

She made minimum wage plus tips.

There's no way she
had that kind of money.

Everything here
is how she left it.

Last time I saw her,
she was getting ready

to go out.

Any idea where?

I saw her for a minute
when she got back from work,

around 7:00.

She mentioned
something about a party.

I don't remember where.

She was 23.

I didn't ask.

Why didn't I?

Yeah.

Hey, Dr. Webster.

Bet you don't
encounter many of these

in your neck of the woods.

Can't say I do.

Call me Jo.

Yeah. Theodore Blumer. Ted.

"And my boy, Joel,
who knew the stars,

"he used to say it
took millions of years

for that speck o' light
to git to the earth."

First time I've heard
Thornton Wilder

recited at an autopsy.

Yeah, well, we're doing Our Town

at the Village Playhouse.

Let me guess, you're
playing the Stage Manager?

I wish.

Doc Gibbs. I had the lab coat.

Boy, it looks like she's
been in the water a long time.

Well, judging by the
decomposition, I would say

a couple of days,
but she was dead

before she ever hit the drink.

How'd you reach that conclusion?

Well, there wasn't a
drop of water in her lungs.

And besides, there's this.

Oh.

Penetrating wound
to the brachial artery.

You're thinking exsanguination.

Certainly not the M.O.

of the Long
Island serial killer.

He strangles his victims.

Oh, you're familiar
with those cases.

I should be.

I autopsied seven of them.

I was not aware of that.

Uh, judging from the wound,

the murder weapon is
approximately three inches long

with rather dull edges.

You're very thorough.

For a country coroner.

What were you expecting?

A potato farmer?

No, actually, a
feed store operator.

Oh.

I was expecting

a condescending
elitist from the city.

Well, now that we've
gotten that straightened out,

let's get to work, shall we?

Liver tests that we ran

on previous
victims of the killer

showed a high alcohol content.

But her blood alcohol was .016.

That's a glass
of wine at dinner.

Any idea what
dinner was, or where?

Unfortunately, the critters
devoured her stomach contents.

Few people realize that
starfish are carnivorous.

We're gonna have
to perform a necropsy

if we're gonna learn
what she had for dinner.

Are you serious?

You're gonna do an
autopsy on a starfish?

Welcome to the seashore.

Oh, man.

Shelly was super sweet.

All the customers loved her.

She ever have any problems
with anyone around here?

She pretty much kept to herself.

I mean, she didn't
go out partying

like most of the
kids around here.

Right.

But her mom said she was
at a party Wednesday night.

If she was, I didn't
know about it.

She also just put $10,000
into her checking account.

Any idea where that came from?

Not from here, that's for sure.

She mentioned wanting to find

another job after
her dad's accident.

Well, if you wanted
to make extra money,

where would you go around
here? I'd check out the board.

People post all kinds
of things on there.

Waitressing jobs, catering.

How about a charter boat?

Pay's good,

if you can stand eight
hours on the water

serving margaritas to a
boatload of drunk cidiots.

"Cidiots"?

Idiots from the city.

Present company excluded.

What about, uh, Green
Dolphin Charters?

She ever mention them?

Saw her talking
to Todd about it.

I don't know if she
followed up. Who's Todd?

Todd Peck. He
owns Green Dolphin.

Comes in here sometimes.

Huh.

Hey, Tim.

I took care of that

lapsed registration last week.

We're not here about that, Todd.

Hey, Todd.

You know Shelly Branigan?

Nope, but I heard
they pulled some chick

out of the water over
in Southampton Village.

Is that her?

Why don't you tell me.

I found this in her bedroom.

I give those things out all
over town; called marketing.

Oh, yeah? Well, this...

is called an arrest record.

And, oh, look!

This one is yours.

Yeah, attempted rape.

In Maine.

That was an
underage college girl

who freaked out when
I wouldn't marry her.

Todd, we've also got several

unprosecuted complaints
against you from locals you hired.

Those are bogus
and you know it, Tim.

Where were you Wednesday night?

Down at the Five
Hole. It's a bar.

I got friends that
can back me up.

You ever go sailing in
the Gilgo Beach area?

I go wherever my
clients want me to.

Depends on where the
fish are running. Why?

That area happens to
be the dumping ground

for the Long
Island serial killer.

Get the hell out of here!

I got a waitress

at Junior's Cafe who
says you're a regular.

She says you knew
Shelly Branigan.

It's a small town.

Guess what, Todd. If
you don't start talking,

I'm gonna set Tim
here loose on your boat,

and I'm sure he's gonna
find plenty of safety violations.

Okay, okay. I did know Shelly.

She called me up a few
weeks ago to work a charter trip.

Said she needed extra cash.

I'm sure she just
leapt at the chance.

Actually, she called
me up a few days later,

said she didn't need
the money after all.

I figured she landed
some trust-funder.

That's what most of the girls
around here are looking for.

I'm gonna need to see
your nautical logbooks

from the past two years.

Come on, lady, I
don't have time for that.

I got a business to run.

No. You don't got
a business to run.

Not anymore.

Oh, yeah, look at
this. Your permit.

Consider yourself closed
until further notice, okay?

Tim, you gonna let
her get away with this?

Can't be operating
without a license, Todd.

Look, according
to these logbooks,

Peck was in Maine when most
of the serial killings occurred.

Just because he's not
good for the serial killings

doesn't mean he
didn't murder Shelly.

Yep.

Hey, Jo.

WEBSTER: Oh, listen, I
e-mailed you some autopsy photos.

Hang on, I'm gonna put
you on speaker. Al's here.

We're on speaker.

Ah.

I'm here with Dr. Blumer, the
Southampton medical examiner.

It was definitely a homicide.

The victim bled out
from a stab wound.

BLUMER: We found
ligature marks on her wrists.

It looks like she
was tied with rope

and then weighed
down with something.

That's what a ligature is.

I know, I'm telling them.

Hey, Jo.

I think I know where
that rope might be.

WEBSTER: Also, we believe

the victim's last
meal included caviar,

and based on the roe,

a very special kind of caviar.

Volga Reserve Ossetra.

Starts at $532 an ounce.

Can't be too many places
serving that, even around here.

WOMAN: Last time I saw her,
she was getting ready to go out.

She mentioned
something about a party.

AL: Some cottage.

Dr. Blumer, uh, do you
know of a family around here

by the name of Mortimer?

Uh, yes, George Mortimer.

He has a place on Further Lane.

What do you know about him?

He's rich.

Old money.

Uh, beside that, just,
you know, what you hear.

Fast boats, fast
cars, fast horses.

His daughter is
getting married, I think.

Huh.

Oh, did I mention he's rich?

WEBSTER: Carrie, it doesn't
sound as though our victim

kept that kind of company.

Well, she did the
night she died.

What the hell happened to you?

Ah, nothing.

I'm fine. Just,
you know that rope

you wanted me to
find on the beach

from the victim?

Well, it seems that stray dogs

don't take too kind to
having their chew toys

confiscated as crime
scene evidence.

So did you, uh... get the rope?

At the lab now.

Great.

Yes, my daughter's
engagement party.

Quite the little soirée.

Rowena, when
you're done with that,

I need you in the
kitchen. Rápido.

Rápido. Come on, chop chop.

You're killing me.

Uh, to tell you the truth,

I thought for sure, uh,
you boys would be up here,

what, with the music
going till, uh, after 2:00 a.m.

Chicago blues...
My daughter loves it.

Flew the whole band
out here for the weekend.

Uh, now what is this about
a murder investigation?

Her name's Shelly Branigan.

Her body was found on the
beach yesterday morning.

Oh, of course. I
heard about that.

Over at the Elsworth place.

Ah, poor girl. What
can I do for you?

We have reason to believe

she was at your home
the night she died.

At our party?

Uh, I don't think so.

Could she have
been working, sir?

On the waitstaff?

I suppose it's possible.

Um, you should check
with Lizzy or Travis.

They organized the event.

I just paid for it.

Wow, it must have
been an incredible night.

I mean, the music, the food...

I bet she had an amazing time.

Thank you. Yeah.

Yes, it, uh... it was
a magical evening.

And you served the Volga
Reserve Ossetra caviar.

: I mean, come on, really.

Carrie.

I know, I know, I know.

I said I wouldn't
say anything, but...

And yet you are.

CARRIE: I'm such a foodie.

I-I found the menu.

Someone must
have posted it online.

That's... I mean, the Reserve?

This time of year?

Well, you certainly know
your fish eggs, don't you?

Yeah.

Well, you're quite right.

It is very rare.

In fact, I prefer
it to the beluga.

Uh-huh. Mm-hmm.
I mean, after all,

your daughter only
gets engaged once.

: Yeah.

You hope. Right.

Would it be possible
to speak with Travis?

Yes. This way.

Oh, excuse me for a sec.

Hello?

There they are.

Travis is not much
of a tennis player,

but he was top of
his class at Wharton.

He'll be joining us
this fall at the firm.

LIZZY: Well, she
wasn't one of my guests.

Did you invite her?

No, I've never seen
her before. Sorry.

Maybe she worked
on the catering staff?

Uh, I forget, which one
did we go with, Travis?

Uh... The Fish Monger.
It's down at the market

on one of those
streets with the name...

Birch Road. Right.

I'm sure they'll have
the list of waitstaff.

If it's okay, we'd also like

the invitation
list to the party.

Oh, of course.

But, uh, what makes you
think the poor girl was here?

We're not at liberty
to say at this time.

TRAVIS: Okay, we understand.

We'll forward you
our list and RSVPs.

Whatever we can do to help.

I mean, my God,
it's... it's awful.

All right, thanks.

You want me to show you out?

We're fine.

You ever read The Great Gatsby?

: Welcome to my world.

Mortimer's got a
Bentley convertible,

parks it in the handicapped
every time he comes to town.

I must have given
him 20 tickets myself.

I don't think he's paid a one.

Just donates another statue
to the garden at City Hall.

Welcome to the Hamptons.

That was nice back there,

with the "we're
not at liberty" stuff.

: Thanks.

Where'd you get that?

Saw it on TV.

We have about 20
people on our catering staff.

Mostly locals who've
been with us for years.

The catering supervisor
is the one that does

the hiring and firing.

Hey, Bob?

CARRIE: Thank you.

Shelly Branigan?

Name doesn't ring a bell.

Hey, Jerry...

Not so hard.

Here. You're chewing it up.

Doesn't ring a bell, huh?

You know, let me
check the staff list

in case maybe she
worked freelance.

All right, Branigan.

Uh, Branigan,
Branigan, Branigan.

Sorry, nope. No Branigan.

You do a lot of work
for George Mortimer?

A fair amount.

He likes to entertain. Yeah?

Do any of his
parties ever get...

I don't know, crazy,
out of control?

Look, this doesn't
come from me, okay?

Mortimer's kind of a
big man around here.

Totally off the record. Promise.

All right.

Some of my waitresses have...

you know, complained about him.

Can you be a little
more specific, Bob?

They say once he's
knocked back a few G and T's,

can't keep his hands to himself.

Ah. Especially
around the local girls.

The ones who can't
fight back, right?

Right.

Those kind.

Yeah.

Some town you got here, Tim.

You grew up here? Noyac.

After college, I bummed
around the country for a bit,

but something always
pulled me back here.

I guess the salt air gets
into your blood, huh?

Hey, Chris, how you doing?

Hey, everyone, come here!

I want to ask you
a few questions.

All right, come on, guys.

Guys, come on.

Guys... guys, stop
playing games!

Stop, circle up.

It'll take two minutes.

You were all on the invite list

for the Mortimer's
party the other night.

I want to know if you
recognize this woman.

I don't. Did you look at it?

No. Nah, not me.

Uh-uh.

Hey, take a look.

Guys, focus.

You see her? Never have.

Nah, she doesn't look
familiar, man. Are you sure?

MAN: So many people
were there that night.

There's no way you can tell.

Nope, not me.

No. Mm-mm.

Nah.

Okay, thanks.

Let us know if
you hear anything.

Why'd that kid seem
embarrassed that you knew him?

Chris? Yeah.

Probably 'cause he's a local.

His dad's a plumber
here in town.

He wants to run
with the big dogs.

Give me a second.

Chris!

Come here.

I want to talk to you.

Now, listen, I've been
doing this a long time.

I think you've got more to say.

Ah, not really. Hey, Chris.

Girl's dead.

Local kid, just like you.

I don't want to stir
anything up, all right?

These guys are my friends.

Yeah, you really believe that?

You think you'll
still be in their lives

when they go back
to Manhattan, Moscow,

wherever it is they're from?

All right, I might have
seen her at the party.

But I'm not sure.

Where?

Backyard.

Was she with anyone?
Talking to anyone?

Nah, she was pretty
much on her own.

She seemed a
little out of place.

Probably why I picked up on her.

I've been there.

Me, too.

Thanks for stepping up.

WEBSTER: So, I went
over the serial killer case files

with Dr. Blumer.

And the previous
victims were all strangled

and partially dismembered.

Frankly, this case
does not fit the bill.

What?

What is it with you
and this Blumer guy?

Every time you talk about him

you get this weird
little smile on your face.

: Oh, no.

I just find him
interesting, that's all.

I mean, he's actually doing
a play at the local theater.

How many coroners do
you know...? See, right there.

What There it is, there it is.

This weird little
smile on your face.

AL: Honey, I'm home!

He's just doing a play.

You like him. No.

So... I checked
with the lab. Yeah.

That rope from the beach...

It's sold with a specific
brand of Zodiac dinghy.

Guess who owns two of them.

George Mortimer.

How'd you know?

JAY: Hey, Carrie?

The jets in the
Jacuzzi aren't jetting.

Jay?

Hey.

I, uh...

thought you guys
could, uh, use some help.

With the Jacuzzi?

Nah, I thought I
could cross-reference

some suspect profiles,

run some data
analysis... CARRIE: Jay?

I also understand
you need some access

to financial files. Jay.

He's not... he's not buying it.

Okay, look.

The city's a freakin' sauna,
my air conditioning is busted,

and I really wanted to
check out Eliot's place, so...

All right, Jay.

Well, you're gonna have

to earn your keep. Really?

Uh, well, when do we start?

Yeah, Tim?

Okay, we'll meet you there.

How about now?

We got a warrant
for Mortimer's place.

Yes!

What's the probable
cause for this search?

It's all right here
in this warrant.

This is absurd.

GOSLING: I found this
in one on the Zodiacs.

Thought we could compare
it to the rope from the beach.

Looks like it just
came off the shelf.

Do you just buy a new
anchor for your boat?

You don't have to
answer that, George.

I most certainly did not.

What are they
doing with that spray?

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
hey. Don't get sprayed.

Watch where you step,
watch where you step.

That's called luminol.

And what is luminol?

It's a chemiluminescent,

which means it glows
in the presence of blood.

MAN: All right, we're
ready. Light it up.

JAY: Just like that.

Don't say a word.

There were over 250 people
at his home for that party.

Any one of them had
access to that boathouse.

End of story.

I have another story.

Shelly was an
attractive young woman.

Maybe you'd seen her at Junior's

out on Montauk Highway.

Maybe not.

But that night, she
caught your eye.

You invited her down to
the boathouse for a little fun.

Things got hot.

She rejected you.

You killed her.

Let's say... accidentally.

That is preposterous.

George, don't say another word.

Lieutenant Burns
is telling us a story.

At first, you panic.

But then you realize you
have the perfect escape route.

The water.

So you throw her
body into the Zodiac,

tie her to an anchor,
dump her in the sea.

Problem is the rope frays.

The body surfaces...

floating inconveniently ashore.

Bringing us all here today.

That is a fine
story, Lieutenant.

I suggest you hold on to it.

Who knows?

It might even make a fine
novel or screenplay someday.

You may have even
found your own true calling.

But know this.

If you ever call my
client in here again

and accuse him of murder,

it'll be the only calling
available to you.

We're leaving now.

What are you doing here?

Well, I heard you had
a big fish on the line.

He just swam right by you.

Oh. Let me guess.

Thought you'd come
out, give us a hand?

How'd you know I
was gonna say that?

♪

Hey, everybody. CARRIE: Hello!

Murray, how do you
like your bluefish?

Jay, that is a very
personal question.

No, I was just asking... Wh.

Surprise me, Jay.

JAY: You won't be disappointed.

You get anything on that anchor?

It's what we thought.

The luminol
showed a lot of blood

all over the boathouse,
nothing on the anchor.

So we prove Mortimer bought
the new anchor, we got him.

You know what?

I'll check all the nautical
supply shops in the area.

Yeah, you do that. I got this.

Come on.

Oh, Murray, would you
get that for me, please?

Sure.

Hello?

Oh, uh... sure.

Just, uh, hold on one second.

It's Ted for Jo.

Ted Oh, it's-it's
just a work thing.

It's the local M.E.

Hello?

: Oh, yes JAY: Okay,
there are literally,

like, a thousand nautical
stores on the island.

Yeah, so get started.

I got this.

Are you sure you're not hungry?

Nah, I don't have that
much of an appetite.

Nah? Mm-mm.

Okay, suit yourself.

Yeah, check that out.

His family has produced
three congressmen,

two secretaries of state and
an ambassador to Sweden.

And a hell of a fortune.

CARRIE: Yeah, more money
than Shelly Branigan will see

in a thousand
lifetimes. It doesn't...

it doesn't seem fair, does it?

Well, it's the American way.

Every town's got one...
That big house on the hill.

But what was a little girl
from Islip doing there?

Okay, I've been going
through the phone records

from the diner
where Shelly worked.

It turns out there's a
two-minute phone call

from there to the
Mortimer house.

When?

A few days ago.
That's enough for me.

Hello? AL: Nah, nah.

You're forgetting,
Mortimer's lawyered up.

We can't go anywhere near him.

No, I'm sorry, Eliot's not here.

Can I take a message?

MORTIMER: Rowena.
Rápido. Rápido.

Come on, chop, chop.

Maybe we don't have to.

I really shouldn't be here.

If Mr. Mortimer finds
out, I could be fired.

I understand that we put you
in an uncomfortable position

by asking you here, but we
really do appreciate your help.

Here it is.

Shelly Branigan.

She called last Monday afternoon

and said she was a
waitress at some diner.

Did she ask for Mr. Mortimer?

No, the call was for
Miss Lizzy's fiancé,

Mr. Harrington.

Miss Branigan said

he left his jacket
at the restaurant

and he should come get it.

You're sure it wasn't
for Mr. Mortimer?

Oh, yes.

Miss Branigan?

She asked for Travis.

She knew his name.

Huh.

I went to Junior's
with a bunch of friends

after drinking one night.

Must have forgotten
my jacket then.

You said you didn't
recognize Shelly.

I don't. Ah.

Travis, we know she
waited on you that night

at Junior's Café.

We have receipts.

Like I said, I'd
been out drinking.

I didn't recognize the photo.

Yeah, here's the thing, Travis.

When she called
the Mortimers' house,

she asked for you by name.

So she knew who I was.

Like it or not, it
happens out here.

Mr. Harrington,

we did a little digging
into your financials.

We understand you
made a $10,000 withdrawal

from your bank
account a few days ago.

I've got a wedding coming up.

That money was a
retainer for the florist.

That an EpiPen?

Uh, yes.

Peanut allergy. Oh.

CARRIE: Who's the artist?

JAMES: Our son Spencer.

He's eight.

Excuse me for a second.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, Jo, I need you

to check something for me.

Engagement party.

Sometimes local kids
try to crash our parties.

You know, free food and booze.

Maybe she came with someone.

Hmm, maybe.

So I was wrong, guys.

There are only 737 nautical
supply shops on Long Island.

In other words, you
haven't traced the anchor.

Whoa, easy, boss.

I mean, I'm working with
some very crude tools here.

I'm lucky if I can
get 3G out here.

Plus, I'm running some
kind of RF interference

on the wireless, so...

In other words, you
haven't traced the anchor.

Okay, you could put it that way.

But I'm working on it.

What do you have on Travis?

Well, first off, he's
not who he says he is.

I ran a full background check.

He grew up as
Travis Harlow in Islip.

He and Shelly were

in the same class at school.

I knew it.

Knew what?

Hey, Jo.

What do you got?

That's what I thought.

Okay, thank you.

Bye. So?

What do you know?

Come with me, I'll show you.

Travis is a good kid.

He came from a
really rough family.

Lot of drinking and fighting.

He and his brother Robbie used
to hang out at our house a lot.

I'm sorry, but Travis and
Shelly grew up together?

You didn't think this was
important for us to know?

They haven't seen each
other in over eight years.

You mean ever since
Spencer was born?

Did you know that peanut
allergies are 85% genetic?

Spencer and Travis
both have one.

So do a lot of people.

Mrs. Branigan, we
know Shelly had a baby.

Her autopsy proved it.

There are records at St.
Barnabas Hospital in Islip.

That is not true.

How can you come into our home

and say that?

We have the records

if you'd like to see them.

Spencer is our son.

JAMES: Sandra.

Stop.

We can't keep
going on like this.

You were right.

Shelly had Spencer
when she was 15 years old.

With Travis.

Yeah.

They were just kids.

So we made a deal.

Travis signed away
his parental rights,

we adopted Spencer
and raised him as our own.

You told us you didn't
even know Shelly.

But the fact is, you
had a child with her.

Why'd you lie?

We slept together
once when we were 15.

Once.

It wasn't like we
had a relationship.

Tell that to your son.

Those were rough years.

My mom was an alcoholic, and
my dad beat the crap out of us.

When Sandra and Jim
offered to take Spencer,

it seemed like a solution.

At least he'd grow
up in a stable home.

So you got the
hell out of Islip,

changed your name,
came back a new man.

I went to school.

Worked my ass off and
made something of myself,

if that's what you mean.

Then Shelly found you again
and threatened to ruin everything.

She wasn't looking for me.

I ran into her at Junior's
beginning of summer.

First time in years.

She told me about
her father's accident

and said they were
strapped for cash,

so I helped her out.

With the $10,000 you
withdrew from your account.

I didn't have to give
her a cent, legally.

I just felt bad for her.

Or maybe you just
wanted to shut her up.

If George Mortimer found out
you lied about who you were

and you had an
eight year-old son,

I doubt you'd still be the prize
catch for his precious daughter.

Just because I fathered a child
at 15 doesn't mean I'm a killer.

No, but it gives you motive.

Maybe I should get a lawyer.

Maybe.

You were at the house,

you had a relationship
with the victim,

and you lied to us.

It's not looking good.

Look, we're gonna
find the person

who sold you that new
anchor, and that's it, Travis,

you're going away.

Just a matter of time.

All right.

I did it.

I killed Shelly, but
it was an accident.

Tell me what happened.

She showed up at the party.

Threatened to tell
Lizzy everything.

Then she demanded
$50,000 to go away.

I took her down to the boathouse

to try to talk some
sense into her,

but she wouldn't listen.

She got violent.

Came at me with a knife.

I managed to get
it away from her.

Next thing I knew, there
was blood everywhere.

She was dead in,
like, three minutes.

I don't buy it, not for
a second. Too easy.

Yeah, I thought so,
too. So what's he doing?

: I don't know.

Yeah, Jay.

Okay, I hit pay dirt.

Nautical store in Medford
confirms they sold our anchor.

Had the serial
number and everything.

Manager said the
guy came in early.

Was it Travis?

Well, the clerk who
sold it is gone for the day.

Manager's pretty fuzzy,
couldn't I.D. Travis's photos.

But he remembers the
guy pulled a big wad of cash

out of a money clip
when he paid for it.

WOMAN: The
catering supervisor is

the one that does
the hiring and firing.

Thank you.

WOMAN: Hey, Bob?

He and his brother Robbie used
to hang out at our house a lot.

A scrimshaw money clip?

JAY: Uh, yeah, actually.

Jay, do me a favor.

Um, call the Fish Monger
over on-on Birch Road.

There was a supervisor
there by the name of Bob.

I need his full name.

Copy that.

What's Bob the supervisor
got to do with anything?

He had a money clip.

I saw him shucking oysters.

Not so hard.
You're chewing it up.

Here.

Shelly was killed
by a three-inch blade

with dull edges.

Oyster knife.

An oyster knife.

That's our murder weapon.

Yeah, Jay, go ahead.

JAY: Okay, you
guys ready for this?

Bob's full name
is Robert Harlow.

As in Travis Harlow.

So George Mortimer's
future son-in-law

and Bob the oyster
shucker are brothers.

That's why Travis
confessed so fast.

He's protecting his brother.

He knows Robert did it, and
he's taking the fall for him.

Well, what do we do with Travis?

We just arrested him for murder.

That's right.

We just arrested him.

Everyone knows big-city cops

play fast and
loose with the rules.

Looks like you caught a break.

Mr. Mortimer called in a
favor with Judge Addison.

What happened?

Those cops from the
city screwed up big-time.

Continued asking you questions
after you asked for a lawyer.

Got the whole thing on video.

Addison took one look,
invalidated the arrest warrant.

You're free to go.

Just like that?

Well, helps to have judges
who owe you favors, I guess.

But I wouldn't go
too far if I were you.

Seem like he bought it?

Let's just hope it works, right?

Yeah, Murray?

Phone tap just
intercepted a call

from Travis to
his brother Robert.

Told him to meet him
at the Marina in an hour.

Travis has a boat out there, Al.

They're gonna run.

AL: Subject just arrived.

Exiting vehicle.

He's carrying a duffel bag.

Copy that.

Big brother's in the boatyard.

What the hell is this?

I thought we were
gonna make a plan.

Yeah, this is the plan.

Take the money, take
the boat, go somewhere.

Don't come back. I brought
some clothes and stuff.

No, come on, Travis.

God, Robbie, why'd
you have to kill her?

BOB: I told you, bro,

she was gonna take you down.

Not enough; he has to say it.

All hold.

TRAVIS: So she wanted money.

Big deal.

A hundred grand?
That's a big deal to me.

You told me 50.

Whatever, 50, a hundred...

Did she even mention money?

Travis, I know her kind of
people, our kind of people.

She wanted one thing.
What did she say?

She said she wanted to
talk to you, say good-bye.

I knew what that meant.

She knew I'd be
heading back to the city

and we'd never see
each other again.

She didn't want to embarrass
me by coming by my house,

so she came to the party,

where she knew there'd
be a million people,

to say good-bye.

I don't know. A
little late for theories.

Get out of here. Now.

And what are you gonna do?

Even if I disappear,
you can't talk to Lizzy!

About what?! You can't tell her!

About what?! About Shelly?!

About my son? I have to.

She'll drop you before the
words are out of your mouth!

I don't care.

You can't, Travis! You...

You're gonna throw it all away.

All right, I screwed up.

But everything I sacrificed so
that you could be somebody...

I worked triple shifts to
put you through college!

I know what you did.

Listen to me.

They got nothing.

We're gonna get our
stories straight and...

Good-bye, Robbie. No, no, no.

Listen, listen, listen. All
right, we can go together.

I know a guy in Halifax.

I'm staying, Robbie!

Get over here!

Get in the damn boat, Travis!

You understand what I did?!

I killed for you!

I didn't ask you to!

That's it, let's go!

Go, go!

All units, green light.

Move in.

You didn't ask me?!

Huh!

Police! Stop!

AL: Hands! Hands!

CARRIE: Get up! Now!

Back up! Back up!

OFFICER: All right,
keep your hands up!

All right, I got him.

Every day you asked
me, since you were a kid,

"Help me."

So I gave you a chance.

All right, let's
go, pal. Come on.

Good luck.

OFFICER: Call it in.

Well, uh, looks like it's back

to confiscating beach
fireworks for me.

I really enjoyed my
time with you guys.

Likewise.

Thank you.

Hello.

Oh, hey!

Just checking in, making sure

you people haven't
trashed my house.

Well, it's still early, boss.

I hear congratulations
are in order, so...

I brought some
champagne... type substance

from a local vineyard.

Quite a place
you got here, Eliot.

Thank you.

AL: Salt... Salt or no salt?

Really?

You don't remember? What?

That the last time we
had margaritas was

October 23, 2002... No. No!

Winterfest, Hanover Square?

No, no, no, it wasn't.

I know.

My birthday party
at Diablo's last year.

I'm just keeping you honest.

Enjoy your salt.

Thank you very much.

You're thinking about
Shelly, aren't you?

I don't know.

She wanted to see the
father of her son move forward,

get closure, and
it got her killed.

Yeah. What about Travis?

What does he get,
obstruction, accessory?

My guess is the Mortimers
will be very happy

to have this all just go away.

Yeah, my guess is you're right.

"His dream must
have seemed so close,

that he could hardly
fail to grasp it."

Gatsby.

Ooh, not a story
that ends very well.

Ever.

JAY: Oh, hey!

Hey, I got a suggestion.

Major Crimes should set
up a Long Island division.

From June to Labor Day.

Hear, hear!

I'll drink to that.

Whoa.

You guys, let's get a
picture. Let's do this.

Let's... Here, Jay,
come over here.

Yeah, good,
perfect. Stay right...

Great, yeah, stay put.
AL: Picture time, Carrie.

Come on, let's get in here.
Ready, guys? Squeeze in.

Hey, guys, get in the shot.

All right, ready?

And one, two, three.

Smile. And... ALL: Cheers!

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