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MAN: We're especially proud
of our rainforest environment
here at the Gardens.

The carefully maintained
climate allows for
unrivaled plant diversity.

Now, if you'll follow me,
we'll discover

a very different part of
our natural world.

You wanna go upstairs?

FRANKIE: Tender tummy, huh?

You must have
been a wreck when you
were pregnant.

JAKE: Hey, Laura,
are we gonna finish this?

I gotta get to my briefing
at 1PP.

So what do we have here?
Basketball brackets.

(SCOFFS) There is no
possible way Texas is gonna
make the final four.

They're seated 12.

(WHISTLES) Earth to Laura.

-What?
-I just trashed your picks.

No classic Diamond zinger?

Hey!
Total invasion of privacy.

Looking at someone
else's bracket.

I'm not gonna let you
come over for breakfast
anymore.

-And 12th seat or not,
I'm going with the Longhorns.
-JAKE: Uh-uh.

Duke is going to the
final four out of the east.

ALICIA: Mmm-mmm.
You're both wrong.

Michigan State will be coming
out of the east.

They're the strongest
back court in the D1.

And everybody knows,
except for you two,

that the only way to go
deep into the tourney,
is with great guard play.

Since when do you
know so much about
college basketball?

My oldest boy, Horace,

is a blue chip
high school forward

being recruited
by all the major programs
in the country.

-How did I not know
about that?
-'Cause I didn't tell you.

Okay, boys.

Go and get your school stuff,
okay? Let's go.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

No basketball talk
till I come back.

LAURA: Hey...

I'll give you 50 bucks
for your picks.

Make it an even 100
and I'll lead you to victory.

Grab Frankie,
I'll meet you there.

(SIGHS)

What, you don't like
that outfit?

Yeah, exactly.
I'm just too lazy to walk
back upstairs.

Oh, great, 'cause you
just caught a case.

-Body at the Botanical...
-Botanical Gardens.

I'm on my way.

-What do we got?
-Triva Forster, 21.

Her keys, wallet and cell
are all still here.

So it wasn't a robbery.

-Any weapon in sight?
-Does the rock count?

She went down,
hit her head on it.

Likely killed her instantly.

Any other injuries,
wrists, arms...

Autopsy'll tell us more,
but it doesn't look like it.

FRANKIE: Freak accident?
Trip and fall?

If you were falling,
what's the first thing
you would do?

Try to stop my fall.

This woman didn't.

There's not a scratch or
a smudge on her.

She was unconscious.

Could have been
a neurological event.

Brain aneurysm.

(SIGHS)

There's something on the
side of her neck.

LAURA: What is that?
Nasty hickey, or...

Some kind of burn?

That is a Taser burn,
still raw.

She didn't have an aneurysm.

Someone did this to her.

I'll have the tech
search for AFID.

Uh, regular people speak.

Anti-Felon ID Taser Discharge.

Oh, the confetti stuff.

That's another name for it.

There's a barcode
on every little piece,

it'll help us trace back
to the shooter.

And what's that
on her shoulder?

REYNALDO: Looks like chalk.

Makes sense, there's a group
of second-graders

waiting in the gift shop
wondering what happened
to their teacher's assistant.

Hey, buddy.

Uh, when was the last time
you saw Ms. Forster?

When she was yelling
at a giant with a dragon.

Oh, you... you mean
some sort of reptile handler
here at the Gardens?

(SLOWLY) No, I mean,
a giant with a dragon.

Gotcha.

Triva's a college senior,
getting hours
student teaching.

She's usually with
high school kids,

but she was helping me
chaperone today.

This is unbelievable.

And you were with the kids
the entire time?

Yes, I led the way
and Triva was at the back
corralling the stragglers.

When did you first notice
she was missing?

Well, right after we got
out of the desert landscape.

I called her cell,
but she didn't answer.

Was there anything unusual
going on with her lately

that might explain
why anyone would want
to hurt her?

She was a really great person.

I respect your discretion,

but Triva may have
been murdered.

We need every bit
of information we can get
to figure out who did this.

There's a rumor at
the high school that Triva
was having an affair.

With a teacher?

-With a student?
-I'm afraid so.

But that's just a rumor.

I don't suppose
you know the student
in question?

I wish I could be
more helpful.

Okay, thank you.

The rent-a-cops
are going to pull all the
security cam video.

Hopefully, we'll get lucky.

Hopefully, luckier than me.

Uh, all I got was a
second-grader talking about
giants and dragons.

I got a rumor of
our teacher's assistant
having an affair

with a high school student.

Winner.
Let's start there.

Shall we get lunch
and head in?

-Not hungry.
-Not hungry?

(SCOFFS) Has the real
Laura Diamond been
body snatched?

(CELL PHONE CHIMING)

Oh, next of kin info
coming in.
I'll make the call.

Something on your mind?

I was gonna ask you
the same thing.

-Oh, why?
-Woman to woman.

(STAMMERS)
All right.

Watching you this week,
distracted, disappearing
to the bathroom,

eating weird, not eating.

You either have man trouble,

or you're pregnant.

I don't have man trouble.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT SIREN WAILING)

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Triva was everything to me.

I've worked two jobs
since she was a baby.

Tried to give her
every opportunity.

The community where we live,

you gotta work twice as hard
to make sure you get
up and out.

And when was the last time
you saw Triva?

I cooked dinner for her
every Monday night.

Usually Italian.

Her favorite.

Except this week,
she canceled.

Seemed like something
was going on.

Any indication of what?

I never was an
overbearing-father type.

Maybe I should've been.

(SIGHS)

Mr. Forster, is there someone
who was close to Triva?

Someone who might know

more about what
was happening in her life?

She was spending
a lot of time with another
teacher's assistant.

Alexis something.

Thank you,
that's very helpful.

Listen, we will do
everything in our power
to find who did this.

MAX: That's our victim on
the right. Va-voom.

And the other one is Alexis,
the TA.

Alexis Holden,

she appears to be a party girl
with a capital party.

We found a ton of anonymous
posts on Yik Yak

saying that she had
an affair with a student.

But there's more.

One more.

-If you know what I mean.
-A threesome?

With another teacher's
assistant. So naughty.

MEREDITH: Presumably Alexis,

who we just found out
called in sick today.

Giving her opportunity
to follow Triva

to the Botanical Garden.

Working theory?

Alexis falls in love
with a student,

decides to make the
threesome a twosome?

It's a long shot,
and seriously bent.

But worth looking into.

Get Frankie and see if you can
track down the TA.

And where are we
with the Taser?

Oh, the tech found "AFID."

And they retrieved a barcode.

Manufacturer says
the cartridges were sold

through an online company,

we have a call-in to get the
name of the customer.

Good work.

Okay, you cannot just
drop a bomb on someone
like that,

and then laa-dee-daa
get back to work.

There's no laa-dee-daa.

Talk to me.
How did this happen?

Meredith, we have
a homicide to investigate.

-I assume it was Tony.
-Of course, it was Tony.
Who else would it be?

We thought that you and
the Captain maybe...

-Well, you thought wrong.
-Okay, okay, okay.

-Did you use protection?
-Ugh, yes.

Every time.

You know, condoms are
only 98% effective,

even when used properly.

Well, then lucky me.
I'm top 2%.

(LAUGHS) It took Jake and I
a year to get pregnant.

I had to time the ovulation,

I had to put a pillow
under my butt

to create a downward flow.

Okay, plenty of info.
Have you told Tony?

(SCOFFS)
The news is an hour old,

I haven't told anyone
except for you.

And the only reason
why I told you is because...

-I don't know why I told you.
-I'm touched.

Assuming I'm even right.

I had a blood test
to be a zillion percent sure

and I will have the results...
today or tomorrow.

Yikes.

Good luck.

Everything was finally falling
into place.

FRANKIE: Alexis Holden, 5C.

-(WOMAN MOANING)
-Do you hear that?

Protocol, knock first.

Knock yourself out.

(BANGS ON DOOR)

Alexis Holden?
NYPD!

Can you come to the door?

(MOANING CONTINUES)

-We're going in.
-We should really call in
for a warrant.

Exigent circumstances.

She's probably on top
of an 11th-grader and that
is statutory rape.

Yes, and while that might
hold up in court,

NYPD standard operating
procedure says...

Not that.

(COUGHING AND SPUTTERING)

Not the exigent circumstances
I was expecting.

MEREDITH: Where were you
yesterday morning?

I was at the doctor
all morning yesterday.

I assume the doc's office
will confirm that.

Who's gonna pay for my door?

-You heard what happened
to Triva.
-Yeah, I saw it on the news.

It's awful.

We heard a rumor
that you and Triva were...

Well...

With a student?

She means having sex,
not fist bumping.

ALEXIS:
Yeah, I've heard the rumors.

With all these stories
about teachers sleeping
with students,

it's just easy shade
to throw.

-Is that a denial?
-I've never slept with
a student.

And Triva never did either,
she was the best person
I knew.

Anything going on in her life
you could tell us about?

(SIGHS) She was excited
about the NCAA Tournament.

Her old boyfriend's
playing in it.

Marco Williams went
to Fieldston on a scholarship.

Same as Triva.

And currently,
he's the starting point guard
for the Milman State...

LAURA: Dragons!

Marco's 6'4".

If he was wearing his team's
logo across his chest...

He'd look like a giant
with a dragon.

The kid Frankie talked to
had it right after all.

That means that Marco
was with Triva right before
she was killed.

Well, his team's practicing
at the arena right now.

Meredith and Frankie
are right by there.

Let's meet him.
I want a piece of this guy.

Looking for him now.

Mmm-hmm.

-Excuse me, tall guy.
-Yes, ma'am.

We're looking
for Marco Williams.

Marco, um...

Yeah, that's Marco
right there.

Thanks.

-Marco Williams?
-Don't move!

He's running.

I'll be waiting... and armed.

Police, get out of the way!
I'm serious!

Move, move, move!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hands behind your back.

Carry on, folks.
We just need to borrow
your start point guard.

That's all.

I'd put this right back on.

When I was eight, I saw
Donald Duck without his head
smoking a doobie.

Traumatizing.

BILLY: Come on. Come on.
On your feet.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used against
you in a court of law.

You have the right
to talk to an attorney.

That's how you stop
a fleeing suspect.

Glory hog.

Where are you taking
my player?

Your player is a
fleeing suspect.

Suspected of what?

-That's a police matter.
-Homicide.

Whoopsie.

Marco Williams
wouldn't hurt a fly.

He hasn't had a flagrant
foul this season.

Sounds like he could
be playing some
more aggressive D.

Funny.

Excuse me.
This has to be a mistake.

How can we reach Marco?

-And you need
to reach him because?
-I'm his girlfriend.

Hey.
Come on.

You're involved with the team?

Head cheer coach, Dawn Grant.

-What can you tell us
about Marco?
-He's a good kid.

And the conference's
top scorer.

If he's not back by game time,
this team is toast.

DAWN: Let's go.

The game starts in six hours.

I'm hopeful you'll have Marco
cleared by then.

Respectfully, council,

the success of the team is not
a factor in my investigation.

And I've got them going
to the final four.

Well, tournament aside,

if Marco is unavailable
to play a game for any
non-injury reason,

the university is gonna have
to cut him from the team
and withdraw his scholarship.

-What?
-School policy, Marco.

In the current climate,
we can't afford
the hint of a scandal.

I thought you were my lawyer.

Well, the NYPD alerted the
school due to the seriousness
of the allegations,

but technically,
I represent them.

Then technically,
I don't want you here.

-WOMAN: Marco...
-You heard the man.

-(DOOR CLOSES)
-You're entitled to your
own council.

I don't need council.

I would never hurt Triva.
I loved her.

In my experience, the two
sometimes go hand in hand.

You were seen at the
Botanical Gardens.

Yeah.
We met up.

-You two back together again?
-No, it's not like that.

Triva was my best friend.
When things got to
be too much, I called her.

-She kept me grounded.
-Marco, if you're innocent
why did you run from us?

When I went to see Triva,
an assistant coach
wrote me up.

Coach would have
suspended me next game.

The assistant told me
if I could get to the report
on coach's desk

before coach saw it,
he'd let it go.

I had just snuck out
of his office, and the cops
started shouting.

I thought they were tournament
officials, caught me somewhere
I didn't belong.

Our eye witness saw you
arguing with Triva.

Yeah, we got into it...

over Phil Hooks.

He owns a few bars downtown.

He's involved with athletes,
musicians,
anyone trying to get out.

Phil always made sure
I had new sneakers.

-Walk around money.
-But he wanted something
in exchange?

Not... not until now.

For tonight's game, he asked
that I make sure we keep it
under a seven-point spread.

Point shaving.

Yeah, I figured maybe...
maybe I owe Phil.

But, um, Triva said no.

Did Phil know that
it was Triva who talked
you out of it?

Phil Hooks knows everything.

Okay, we'll look into him.

But I have to hold you
until you're cleared.

Listen, listen, if...
If I don't suit up tonight,

then everything I worked for,
everything my mom dreamed
for me,

taking me to practice
every day since I was
six years old...

-It's all over.
-There are other schools,
other scholarships.

I only got
one more year eligibility.

Being able to start
for my team,

making it to the tournament.

Lightning like that
don't strike twice.

I'm done.

I told the NCAA
and I'm gonna tell you.

I've done nothing more with
Marco but try to help a
neighborhood kid succeed.

Mr. Hooks, we're actually
here about another kid from
your neighborhood.

Triva Forster.

She was advising
your number one investment,

Marco Williams,
to cut ties with you.

I can't imagine you'd just
let folks walk away.

The control you have
over this neighborhood?

Look, I'm no saint, all right?

But hurting Triva?

I'm about lifting up
my community,

either through someone
like Marco getting out

or someone like Triva
building it up from within.

Robin Hood of the hood.

Where were you
yesterday morning?

Uptown.
Boys and Girls Club.

I just bought them
a computer lab.

Big shot like you,
you've got all sorts of people
to do your dirty work.

You got a lot of nerve,
sweetheart.

Don't call me sweetheart,
I'm not sweet.

She's really not.

Check my phones.
Talk to whomever,

give me lie detector
for all I care.

You've got the wrong guy.

Of course, Tony, yes,
I'll tell Laura you called.

Oh, hang on a sec,
I think I see her.

Sorry, it was just an
identical stranger. Ciao.

Um, what? Trouble in paradise?

No, no, it's just not
a good time
for a personal call.

Okay, Phil Hook's
alibi pans out.

Please tell me that you have
something that clears Marco.

Mayhaps, just heard back from
the Taser cartridge seller.

It was bought by a
Slava Krupski, who, weird,

-also happens to be playing
in the NCAA tournament.
-May not be weird at all.

Perhaps you should
consult the expert in the
conference room.

Alicia, what are you
doing here?

Uh, I may or may not be

under contract to a certain
someone who presides
over this work place.

Unbelievable.

Hey, what do you know
about a player
named Slava Krupski?

Russian. He's a forward
for Aldon University.

Major attitude.

He leads his conference
in ejections
and stitches required.

-Ahh!
-It's a police matter.

Krupski would play Marco's
team in the next round.

No way your boy
could guard Marco.

Well, if you know that,
then Krupski knows that.

Maybe he tried to throw Marco
off his game by attacking
his old girlfriend.

Wow, that's very Russian.

Krupski's team just
tipped off.

I better get there.

What? You can't go
barging into an NCAA
tournament game.

Well, if I don't,
then Marco's career might
end before it starts,

and I'm not gonna do that
to his mother.

-(WHISTLE BLOWING)
-(CROWD CHEERING)

BILLY: This is great.

I can't believe it.
Finally, courtside of the
tournament game.

You're welcome.

-There's Krupski.
-Yeah.

-(WHISTLE BLOWING)
-COACH: Whoa! Whoa!
Come on!

That's our ball!

LAURA:
Oh, he mugged him, coach!

-BILLY: Hey, I need a word
with Krupski.
-It's time sensitive. Urgent.

Is this a joke?
He's kind of busy right now.

You have to talk
to the Public Affairs office.
Excuse me.

-Plan B.
-Okay, fine, but this time
I get to stay.

All right, just give me
a minute to get in position,
but do not forget your line.

-(JAKE WHISTLING)
-(GAME PLAYING ON TV)

Unbelievable.

(DIALING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Oh, no, you didn't.

(DIALING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Little busy right now, Cap.

Yeah, I can see that,
and so can all of America.
Put Laura on.

Tell him I'm in the bathroom.

I can see you, Laura.

He can see you.

Ugh.

We've got it under
control here.

The hell you do.
This is the NCAA we're
dealing with.

Yeah,
and this is Laura Diamond
they're dealing with.

As I was saying, Plan B.

Enjoy the game.

I'll be in the locker room.

-Let's go, man, we got this!
-BILLY: Hey, number 12!

Oh, whoa, whoa,
I didn't do anything.

Relax. Listen, you want to
help your team win and get a
"Get out of jail free" card?

-What do I have to do?
-Okay.

You know number 30, Krupski?

Yeah, I'm still trying to get
the feeling back in my jaw
from when he elbowed me.

Perfect. Listen.

When he comes down the floor,
I need you to say something
to him.

What?

Here he comes, you'll do fine.

Hey, yo, Krupski!

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(MUTTERING IN RUSSIAN)

You screwed me, man!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

I saw that.

Kenny "The Jet" Smith.
Hey, big fan, man.

Yeah, but you had that kid
drive that Russian kid crazy.

Come on, Kenny, you never
bent the rules just a little
bit when you were playing?

True that.

Hey, he'll be right along.

-I'm fine.
-Easy, Slava, just...

I said I'm fine!

LAURA: Hello.

Tough break, Slava.

Violence is never the answer.

No comment.
No autograph.

-You own a Taser.
-So what? It is not illegal.

It is if you use it to
kill someone.

Uh, I don't even
have it anymore.

Convenient.
What happened to it?

I was messing around
a couple days ago.

Zapping some of my teammates.
Uh, as joke.

It is funny.

(SCOFFS) Hilarious.

You must be the life
of the party back in Minsk.

Coach took it.
Said maybe I could have it
at end of tournament.

So your coach has had it
all this time?

That's what I said.

Tough break. Guess they needed
their angry Russian.

Do I wanna know
what that phrase meant?

It implied an inappropriate
level of intimacy
between Krupski's mother

and the Russian
male population.

I once knew a Russian
exchange student...

-Intimately. (CLICKS TONGUE)
-What about Krupski?

This goes further up
the food chain.

MAN: Is this a joke?
COACH: Come on, come on.

Coach.

You.
I should call the cops.

Consider us called.

You took Slava's Taser
a few days ago?

-Yeah, so?
-So, where were you yesterday
during the team's day off?

You know what?
I have to address the media.

-So if you have any further
questions...
-You know what?

We have just one.
Can we see your wrists?

My...

-Turn around.
-LAURA: Yup.

Let's go.
We've got a killer to book.

And a player to unbook.

(DOOR BUZZES)

Please tell me
you found out who did this.

Well, we may have,
but at the very least
we figured out

that you did not have access
to the murder weapon.

-Time for you
to rejoin your team.
-Seriously?

Soon as the paper work
is processed, I'm heading
upstairs right now to get it.

Oh, man.

I didn't know
what I was gonna tell my mom.

She's probably already
having a meltdown with me
just being in here.

I had the same thought,
so call her,
tell her you're fine,

and you will see her
at the game.

Detective.

Are you this nice
to all your suspects?

Hell, no.

If the suspect we picked up
turns out to be the killer,

no one will confuse me
with nice.

Not by a long shot.

Why?
Why would I taze this girl?
I didn't even know her!

But you knew that you were
playing her old boyfriend,
Marco Williams,

in the next round.

You gave your team
the morning off, you told them
you were gonna go study film.

We checked with your film guy.
You never came by.

No one else saw you
until after lunch.

Okay, I can explain that.

You recruited Marco
in high school, he went to go
play for Milman.

That had to sting.

Hear the alumni had been
calling for your head.

Which is why I left the team
to go on a recruiting trip.

Come on, Coach.
The day before the biggest
game of your career?

That's exactly when you go.
When you got something
to brag about, right?

I kept it quiet because
I didn't want the team to know

I was thinking
about next season.

(SIGHS)

Where was this
recruiting trip?

Scranton.

It's a two-hour train ride,
you can check with the people
I met up there.

Oh, we will.

But because you were kind
enough to give us permission,
we checked your hotel room.

There is no Taser on the desk.

-There isn't?
-Was there anyone else
in your hotel room

from the moment
you confiscated that Taser

to the moment
you left for Scranton?

Actually, there was someone.

-LAURA: Marco's
current girlfriend.
-Yup.

Sara Shaw.
Cheerleader.

We met her.
Bites her nails.

But aside from that,
straight A's in high school.

Per her guidance counselor,
she was up for some kind of
science scholarship

to Cornell,

but dropped it to go be a
cheerleader at Milman.

That sounds like the worst
decision in feminist history.

-Where was her mother?
-Pulling her hair out,
one would assume.

Hold on, why was Sara
in the hotel room of a coach
from a different team?

No, Coach Stince hadn't
given up on recruiting Marco.

NCAA rules prohibit
him from talking to Marco
directly, but...

they don't stop him
from talking to people
close to him.

It's a little sketch bringing
her to his hotel room.

Could cause more problems
than it solves.

Which is exactly why Stince
made sure Sara brought
someone along.

Her cheer coach.

Dawn Grant.

Met her too.
Not a fan of nail biting.

So, new girlfriend didn't like
the attention Marco was paying
to the high school flame.

Grabbed the Taser from
the coach, followed Marco
to the Botanical Gardens...

Where Sara's fears
were confirmed.

Sara saw Marco and Triva.

-And zap!
-(SCREAMS)

(DOOR BUZZES)

An officer will escort you
back to practice.

Okay, and make sure
that you tell them to put
their flashers on.

He's got a game tonight.

Thank you.
(STAMMERS) Not just for me.

For Triva.

Find someone to talk to
about what happened.
A friend, teammate.

Yeah.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Marco.

Your girlfriend would
also be a good person
to open up to.

It's Sara, right?

Did Sara understand
your relationship with Triva?

Sort of.
You know how it is,
old girl, new girl.

Yeah, I do.

Where is she now?

She's probably at the arena,
warming up
with the other cheerleaders.

-Anyway, good luck tonight.
-Thank you.

The arena.

Hi!
Are you a Milman cheerleader?

Oh, hopefully someday.
I'm an assistant for the team.

We're looking for Sara Shaw.

-Oh, they're not due back
here for like an hour.
-Hmm.

Uh, what is this?

-Oh, chalk resin.
-Keeps your hands dry.

I did gymnastics in
high school, totally rocked
the uneven parallel bars.

-Cheerleaders use this too?
-Oh, yeah.

They do lots of tricky stunts.
Pyramids, cradle catches...

-And what's that on
her shoulder?
-Looks like chalk.

That wasn't teacher's chalk
on Triva's jacket,
that was cheerleader chalk.

Reynaldo can cross check
the samples.

Per standard operating
procedure, we should really
get a warrant...

Oh, my God!

Hey, can we borrow some chalk?

-Oh, sure!
-Bag the chalk.

Bagging away!

So, where can we find
Sara now?

Oh, well, Sara was so happy
that Marco got out,

she said something about
an emergency lingerie run
at Couture.

FRANKIE: She probably
walked in ten minutes ago.
Sent you a photo.

Target in sight.
Moving in.

Stunning!
And such a figure.

Best boobs money can buy.
(LAUGHS)

-What can I get for you, dear?
-Oh.

Something really special...
like an enchanted thong.

Seems...

I've lost my boyfriend's
attention.

Challenge accepted.

Your boyfriend won't know
what hit him.

Good luck.

With your boyfriend.

-Though I'm sure
you won't need it.
-Oh, thanks.

I don't mean
to be a butt-in-sky,

but you seem really young
and gorgeous...

to be having
that kind of work done.

I guess it's sort of like
an investment, you know?

Actually, I don't.

You said you lost
your boyfriend's attention.

I can't let the same thing
happen to me.

Okay, okay, um.
How far...

How far do I go?
I mean...

For example, my guy has
this ex-girlfriend...

No, my mom says
that there's no such thing
as an ex-girlfriend.

They always have a way
of popping up.

Well, I'm sure
that's not something
you have to worry about.

Oh, sorry, bad habit.

It may be toxic.

You've got white power
all over your hands.

Oh, it's... just chalk.
Cheerleading thing.

So you were saying
that ex-girlfriends have a way
of just popping up?

A couple of weeks ago
an old flame started calling
my boyfriend.

What did you do?

Please, please,
don't leave me hanging.

Let's just say
she's not a problem anymore.

Wow.

How did you manage that?

I...

I'd rather not get into it
if you'll excuse me.

Okay, I have a few hot numbers
for you to try on.

I think that I will
just take...

this one.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Sara, where were you
yesterday morning?

At 8:00, I met up
with the rest of the girls
in the hotel spa for yoga.

Before that, I was in my room.

Alone?

I have migraines.
I can't have anyone around.

Is there anyone who
could verify that you were
there the whole time?

Of course, my mother.

Hey, Laura's still in
with the cheerleader?

Last I checked.
What up?

Sara's mom is here
flipping out about Sara
not missing the big game.

She's probably the top
of the cheer pyramid.

Been there.

And it gets better.

WOMAN: I'm actually
not gonna sit down.

Her mother
is the cheerleading coach?

A little fact
she didn't bother telling us
when we arrested Marco.

WOMAN: Excuse me.

I demand to see
my daughter immediately.

Madam, I told you we have
to wait till the detectives
finish questioning her.

This is unacceptable.

We are supposed to be
on national television
in two hours.

This is the opportunity
of a lifetime.

I would think
a science scholarship would be
the opportunity of a lifetime,

you know, like the one
Sara was offered.

It was only
a partial scholarship.

I helped Sara realize
there are surer bets in life.

Like cheerleading, of course.

Why didn't you identify
yourself as Sara's mother

when we questioned you
at the arena?

When Sara went to college,
she was scared to be away
from me.

She and I
have been best friends
since she was born.

So we decided
I would go with her.

To college?

Sara was embarrassed
about people
having that reaction,

so we just say
that I'm her cheer coach.

Which I am.

I have put so much effort
into helping
that girl succeed.

Might as well see it
all the way to the end.

I'm sure you understand.

BOTH: No.

Sara, forgive me, but your
ample new friends...

How does a student afford
such spectacular work?

My mom arranged
for the surgery.

-Your mother?
-She called them an investment
into my future.

So it wasn't your idea.

Not really.

-No.
-What about being
a cheerleader,

was that your mom's idea too?

She knows what's best for me.

I can be shy.
I don't assert myself.

The cheerleading
helps with that.

I'm guessing that's mom's
assessment, not yours.

Sara, you were gonna
say something

at the lingerie store
about how Triva wasn't
a problem anymore.

I don't think it was you
who followed Marco
to the Botanical Gardens.

Was it?

It's okay, honey.

I know.

The mother?

Sara does not fit the profile
of man-trapped Barbie.

Sara sure looks like she does.

On the surface,
but her demeanor,
her chewed off fingernails,

she's a Nervous Nellie
hiding in Kate Upton's body.

Enhanced by a $10,000
breast augmentation financed
by the bank of mom.

-All to be a cheerleader?
-Not just to be a cheerleader.

Sara's mom
has been grooming her
to become a trophy wife.

For what it's worth, I think
the mom has fake boobs too.

I mean, nature does not
arc up and out like that.

Didn't I always say that?

And still with all the
super bra
"anniversary presents..."

Moving on.
What else do we got?

Well, okay.
Here's a morsel.

You guys don't say that here?

Okay, Dawn was
an NBA cheerleader
in the late '80s

engaged at various times
to three different players.

-No weddings?
-Zippity-doo-da.

So maybe Dawn figured
that if at first
you don't succeed,

make your decent,
intelligent daughter follow in
your misguided footsteps.

When Triva reappeared
in Marco's life,

Dawn saw her daughter's
meal ticket slipping away

and decided she wasn't going
to let history repeat itself.

Mmm, it's a good theory,
but there's no evidence,
no witnesses.

Hotel security camera
shows Dawn

leaving the hotel at 8:00 a.m.

No sign of Sara.

Okay, so mom left the hotel.
She could've gone anywhere.

True, but Triva
died around 9:15,

Dawn showed up at the arena
a half an hour later

without the Taser,
she'd have to ditch
it somewhere.

Yeah, but don't forget
that Obama was in town.

So traffic was gridlocked,
and there's no subway station
near the Botanical Gardens.

Which means she walked
straight up Centre street.

Stopping to buy Sara
a snack along the way.

Okay, so pull footage
from every surveillance camera
from there to the arena.

Maybe we catch mom in the act.

This just replaced
Interstellar

as the most boring
viewing experience in my life.

I'm gonna pretend
you didn't just say that.

There she is.

Corner of Broome and Centre.

Uh, she bought her daughter
a breakfast hotdog as a snack?

Not likely for a mom
who wants her daughter to be
a size zero to catch a man.

(FRANKIE AND MAX EXCLAIM)

-You don't think she...
-I do.

And I think Laura is gonna
want in on this.

Sure, I remember her.

She said she was in a rush.

Then she tells me my
cart's leaking, right there.

I bend down,
look over, nothing.

How often do you change
the water you keep the
hotdogs in?

Hey, there's no law
saying I gotta change...

Okay, we're not the
health department.

Is it fair to say that you
haven't changed the water
in the last two days?

-Yeah, that's fair, sure.
-Okay, excuse me.

Seen worse.

Make me proud.

-Hey, how long
is this gonna take?
-Hey, just relax.

You gotta really get in there.

Yeah, I am really in there.

Oh, gosh!
That is hot.

Well, that's why
they call it hotdogs.

Here wait, come on, cool off.

And now you're gonna mess up
my soda now, too? Come on!

Well, what are you gonna do?
Cry?

Okay.

LAURA: What?

Smoking gun.

Where the hell is my daughter?

Good news. We found
some evidence that suggest
that Sara's innocent.

Good.

I'd like to see her now.

You're a tiger mom.

Always looking out
for your family.

Me too.

-What's happening here?
-Well, uh...

We just went on a hotdog
tour of downtown.
Guess what we found?

LAURA: Interesting fact,
the water that they
keep hotdogs in,

extremely high levels
of sodium,
it acts as a preservative.

Lab's running fingerprints
right now.

I wonder what
they'll come up with.

Oh, and I noticed
that you have the same

chalk on your hands
as your daughter.

Wonder what
that will match with.

May I?

You were the one
that went up to your elbow
in hotdog water.

Way passed the elbow.

You saw Triva as a threat.

You thought all of your own
unfulfilled dreams of landing
yourself a trophy husband.

You spent 20 years
trying to turn your daughter

into a more successful
version of yourself.

-But she is still not you.
-She's better.

This is being blown
way out of proportion.

I just went there to scare her
away from Marco.

And she fell funny
and hit her head on a rock.

And you left her there to die.

On behalf of every woman
who's trying to do it
on her own,

not on her nails, not on her
fake boobs, just so-so
job on yours, by the way,

and not on having
to land a guy,

you're under arrest for the
murder of Triva Forster.

You have the right
to remain silent.
Anything you say can...

MAX: Hey, are you
taking personal calls?

Well, it depends
who the caller is.

Uh, it's a Dr. Buckman.

Laura Diamond.

I understand.

Yes.

You... You're sure?

Okay.

What is that all about?

Thank you, God!

Oh, my.

Mom's prints are on the Taser.

DEA's drawing up
the charges now.

Did you call Triva's dad?

He was thankful for
the closure. At least we
could give him that.

Wow!

I mean, I've heard of
domination before,
but compared with your bracket

I own you.

Have you ever heard of being
a good winner?

-Good winner?
-Mmm-hmm.

I know you paid Alicia
100 bucks for her picks.

Loser.

-Good day for you, huh?
-Mmm-hmm.

You closed the case, and...

you got me on bribery.

Well, I can't really take the
high ground seeing as how
I paid her 200 bucks

to give you crappy picks.
(LAUGHS)

(MEN CHEERING)

JAKE: Ooh.

-Nice.
-Boy is on fire, huh?

-Thanks to you.
-Well, I'm just glad he got
his moment in the sun.

The rest is up to him.

You know,
I prefer talking to texting.

-Join me.
-Of course.

Oh, hey.

-You still smell like hotdogs.
-Oh, I know.

Sort of into it.

Can I buy you a drink?

Wouldn't say no
to a creme de menthe.

Of course you wouldn't.

What you got there?

Accounting sent over
a damage report
for the door you kicked in.

Okay, how much is it?

-Zero.
-How did you pull that off?

Two magic words.

Exigent circumstances.

Oh, Detective.

I believe we've recruited you
to the dark side.

(IN DEEP VOICE)
To the dark side.

(LAUGHS)

Whoa!

Yeah. Whoa.

Those stupid Chinese herbs
I was taking for sea sickness
gave me a false positive.

-(LAUGHS)
-Two false positives.

-No wonder you
were ducking me.
-I wasn't.

-Mmm.
-Okay, I was.

I just wanted to be sure
before I...

(INHALES)
blew your world up.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Wow.

-Little Laura/Tony baby.
-Hmm.

That would've been cool.

-It would've?
-Sure.

I mean, I'd rather actually
be making a few bucks more
than I spend each month

before starting a family.

Someday.

-Yeah.
-What?

Have kids?

-I love kids.
-I love kids, too!

I've got a pair of them.

I think that's probably
plenty.

Mmm. Mmm.
I don't know.

I mean, a pair is solid,
for sure.

But three?

Three's the new two.

-Is it?
-Yeah, ask anyone.

Now that you're
drinking again,

can I get you another beer?

Make it three.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)