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Slow down.

I wanna remember this.

(LOUD THUD)

(SCREAMING)

LAURA:
Hell of an unhappy ending.

Who's our victim?

REYNALDO: Zach Hill.

Twenty-five years old.
Snazzy dresser.

-Cause of death?
-Came in as a jumper.

Took a header over
a bridge overpass.

But I am not so sure.

Posterior cranial fracture
and subdural hematoma.

Injuries inconsistent
with the fall.

No suicide note, no video
footage on the overpass.

Tox screen came back with
cocaine in his system,

and he was also carrying
a couple of eight balls.

Addicts usually kill
themselves when they're
coming down from a high,

not when they have
a weekend's worth of
product in their pocket.

What's this stuff?

Oh, I'll have to get a
sample to the lab.

Fresh scuff marks on top.

Nowhere else.

He was dragged.

Wow.

I don't think I wanna
know what that is.

It never fails.

Break out the black light
and your mind goes
straight into the gutter.

-So, it's not...
-No!

Look at all the
different colors.

It's fluorescent body paint.

Rubs right off the skin,
but is a nightmare to get out
of children's clothing.

Zach here did not kill
himself, he was murdered.

Dragged through paint and
some mystery muck,

and dumped off a
highway overpass.

You know, I bet you dude
was killed at a rave.

Florescent body paint
is huge in that crowd,
and party drugs?

It's the only way to think
that thumping EDM
noise is music.

It makes my skin crawl.

Put a rush on the labs.
Results might lead
us to the rave.

Let's track down next of kin.

Let's, uh...
Let's see here.

Brian Shaw. Zach's brother.

Oh, yeah. Patrol cops
notified him this morning.

Of course,
they were thinking suicide.

I don't believe this.

He was all I had in the world.

Tell me about your brother.
Were you close?

(SNIFFS)

Yeah. It was just the two of
us after our parents died.

I dropped out of school
to raise him.

Started working in a garage.
Eventually, I opened
up this place.

Did Zach work here?

No, no, this life
was never for him.

How do you mean?

Well, most kids around here
grow up with Jeter Fatheads
on their walls, but Zach...

His room was plastered
with Vanity Fair pages,

sports car magazine covers...

He wouldn't set foot
in my '66 Bonneville.

I tried to keep him grounded
in reality, but...

Not a lot of jet-setters
living in Queens.

Not a lot of kids going out
to party all glammed up
like a rock star either.

Our parents would have
rolled over seeing him.

How did he bankroll
his lifestyle?

He had a security job
in the Diamond District.

Sounds like the right job for
a kid who likes shiny things.

I thought so.

But then
he started living too large.

Like Manhattan nightclubs,
bottle service. Zach couldn't
afford any of that stuff.

Did you ask him about it?

I tried, but he just kept
dodging the question.

I asked him the other day,
and all he said was that
he was in too deep.

You were thinking drugs.

No. No way.

Our parents were killed
by a stoned driver.

Zach knew better than
to mess with that stuff.

Brian, cocaine was found
in Zach's system.

And he was carrying enough
to indicate that he may
have been dealing.

(SCOFFS) This is all my fault.

I should have done more.

Sometimes people can't get out
of their own way

no matter how far you
reach out for them.

Do you have any idea where
he might have gone last night?

Probably somewhere for
the rich and famous.

I'm thinking Brewery.

Last night? Zach?

No. Based on what his brother
just told me,

Brewery isn't high end enough
to be Zach's kind of place.

Well, per Reynaldo,
the substance on the shoes
was brewers' yeast.

Yeah, could be a brewery.

But which one? There are
hipster beer halls every
two blocks in Brooklyn.

You would know.

Anyhow, to narrow it down,
I cross-checked
noise complaints

from last night with
an Internet search
for local raves,

and voila!

A weekend-long bash at the
Westman Brewery in Red Hook.

It's worth a look.
Grab Billy and check it out.

Oh, please, can I go?

You, Wisconsin? At a rave?

I'm down.

Like...

Available to attend and
curious, never having raved.

Billy definitely hates raves.

And in for Soto...

Frankie Pulaski.

Boo-ya!

Won't let you down, coach.

I should put on something
way hipper.

I can't believe you.

It seemed like you
wanted her to go.

I'm fine with her.

Did I miss something or is it
be annoyed with Jake day?

Perceptive!

I present to you exhibit A.

And exhibit B.

Matching FDNY t-shirts.

Size medium. Boys' medium.

You introduced the twins
to Angela?

Angela Ryan.
FDNY arson investigator.

So, by her do you
mean fire hottie?

Can you stop saying that?

You can't expose children to
every flavor of the month.

It's confusing. It's damaging.

She's not a flavor of the
month. She's my girlfriend.

Oh. Um...

I didn't know that you
two were serious.

You haven't even
mentioned her name.

And I didn't know that
that was indicative.
Angela, Angela, Angela.

Wait, you haven't introduced
Tony to the twins?

-No!
-You know what?
You're not mad at me.

You're confused about
you and Tony.

No, this isn't about me.
This is about you.

And your violation of the
divorced parents' etiquette.

Go rave!

(BLOWING RASPBERRY)

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

(ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, my good Lord.

Amen to that.

Oh, great.

It took me six years
to go binky free.

Oh, massage train.

I could totally use some
lower neck work.
Wanna be my caboose?

I'm more interested in the
bartender/drug dealer.

Dude in the eyeliner.

Guyliner. Such a fad
but weirdly hot.

If you say so.

See? When he shakes.

He passed him drugs.

We have drug dealers in
Wisconsin too, you know.

Some things are universal.

May I have some water, please?

It's so hot in here.

How about you let Clint
here buy you a drink?

Referring to yourself
in the third person.
Always a sign of a keeper.

Just water for me, thanks.

-I don't wanna get
cross-faded.
-Hear that.

So, um, my friend Zach.

He told me I could score
some blow off of you.

-You know Zach, right?
-Maybe I do, maybe I don't.

But I would like to get
to know you better.

Why don't we start by doing
some lines together?

Oh, trust me, you won't need
anything in a few minutes.

-Hey, girl!
-Hey!

-Making friends?
-He's great.

Yeah, she's about to
get real friendly.

You drug her?

Not drug her, drug her.
You know.

No, I don't. What's in this?

Molly water.

Water spiked with MDMA.

-I'm NYPD.
-You're busted.

-You're under arrest.
-Hold it right there!

Oh!

-Whoa!
-Move, man!

Excuse me.

Come and get it.

Woo!

Out of the way! Get off!

NYPD. Move! Move!

Drugging a cop.

Evading arrest.
And look at this.

(RAVERS GASP)

Possession with intent.

You kids really know
how to party.

Get comfortable.
You're gonna be in there
for a very long time.

But, Laura, massage trains.

No, I have to go... Oh, okay,
just for a second.

Okay, a little higher... Oh...

What is going on here?

I knew I was too hard on your
scapula last time, but give
me another chance.

Max, Frankie is
rolling on Molly.

(GIGGLING)

Okay, one, you don't
say rolling on Molly,
you just say rolling.

Two, Frankie is ro... This is
the best moment of my life.

Okay, down boy.
It was an accident.
It could happen to anyone.

Okay, well maybe not anyone.

But Jake cannot
know about this.

Oh, why not!

A little departmental
slap on the wrist might do
Amy Winehouse here some good.

Okay, okay. Enough, enough.

Max, I hereby deputize
you to watch Frankie.

-Do I get a badge?
-No, just a massage.

But where's the bad guy?

Billy's watching him.

FRANKIE: Okay, bye!

-Hey.
-Hey!

I didn't know she was a cop.

I just thought she
wanted to party.

So, if Detective Pulaski
was just some

blonde at the rave

then it'd be okay to drug her
without her consent, huh?

Come on.

Fly brother like you,
you know how it goes.

The talent at these things,
they all wanna roll.

And you're the man
with the product.

Felony weight
cocaine and Molly.

You're going away
for a long time.
Not to mention

a 25-to-life murder charge.

Murder? What are
you talking about?

We found your boy Zach Hill
dead with two eight balls
of your cocaine on him.

Zach was slinging for you.

Toxicology showed the same
cocaine was in his system.

Yeah, he was probably getting
high off his own supply.

You probably decided
he was too much trouble
than he was worth.

Whoa, hold up.
So, he was moving
some product for me.

And, yeah, some of it went up
his nose but I didn't have
a reason to kill the kid.

An unpaid debt is motive.

He settled up last night.

He even had enough left over
to buy a couple of eights
for him and his girl.

Girlfriend? You got a name?

I don't know, but I was
surprised Zach could score
a woman looking like that.

Why? Zach was a
good-looking kid.

Yeah, but he was broke.

She was loaded.

The kind of girl that didn't
have to worry where her next
trip to Ibiza was coming from.

Okay, okay.
So, this mystery girlfriend,

she paid for the coke?

No, Zach did. With this.

Let me see it.

-It's expensive.
-Hand it over.

Hmm... I don't know, man.

Zach was barely scraping by
on his salary, he owed you
a bunch of money...

There's no way he could
afford a pricey watch.
This thing's gotta be fake.

Oh, it's real.
Mamma mia.

It's a Vacheron Constantin
worth over $30,000.

Eighteen-karat white gold,
21 jewel movement,
with an alligator strap.

And three bar water resistant.

Says the guy who
won't get into a pool
unless it's 90 degrees

and he's with two
topless models.

Okay, that was one time
and I was undercover.

You're a dedicated
public servant, Soto.

(SIGHS)

Hold up.

This watch was reported
stolen three weeks ago in
a jewelry store heist.

Third smash and grab
by the same crew.

Robbery squad make
any headway?

Getaway car IDed at the last
job, black Ferrari, no plates.

Laura said Zach worked in
the Diamond District, maybe
the kid was an inside man,

got killed by his accomplices?

Clint the drug dealer said
Zach had a girlfriend

who bought coke
with him last night.

Maybe she knows
something about all this.

Let's figure out who she is.

Yeah, I just did that.

Jillian Havemeyer.
Manhattan socialite,
uber rich.

I found pics of her with
Zach on RKOI.

RKOI?

Rich Kids of Instagram.

Where my people
show off their wealth
in ridiculous ways.

Entitlement porn.

Look at all these welfies.

Okay, I'm afraid to ask,
but welfies?

Selfies that showcase
ridiculous levels of wealth.

Cue the vomit in my mouth.

It is a tad nauseating
and fabulous.

Trust fund brats whizzing
off a yacht.

Posing with their jet.

Shopping spree in Dubai.

Fabulously gross.

Um, well I bought
these shoes in Dubai,
but it was not a spree.

Let's get the address
on Jillian.

See if she knows about her
boyfriend's jewelry habit.

Fancy address.
This is all Laura.

This makes no sense.

Everybody loved Zach.

I loved him.

He was the sweetest
boy I'd ever met.

But you knew he was
dealing drugs?

He wasn't really dealing,
he was more like a middle man.

He would just get the
stuff from Clint and
then sell to our friends.

Well, friends or not,
it's still drug dealing.

What about the jewelry
store robbery, did he
ever tell you about that?

No, and I don't buy it.

I just can't believe that Zach
would be involved in
something so violent.

He had the gentlest
way about him.

And a taste for very
expensive watches.

Was that a gift from you?

He never let me buy
him anything.

But you had to have known
how much it was worth.

No, not at all, I just figured
it was some bootleg he got
off the street.

And he never gave you any
sparkly gifts? A necklace,
earrings, anything.

No. I know what
you're thinking.

Why would someone like me
be with someone like him.

Honestly, I didn't care that
Zach didn't have much.

I loved him more
because of it.

You were with him at the
rave two nights ago.

Where did you go after?

We didn't go anywhere.

Zach got a text that he had to
go meet someone outside.

He never came back.

-Who texted him?
-I don't know.

Oh, Jillian, come on.

We know that the two of
you bought coke that night.

Enough weight to convict
you for intent to sell.

And I have the feeling
that jail time would be a
rude awakening for you.

Look, I would love
to help, but...

Well then, give me something
on the robbery crew.

But I don't know anything
about them.

This is the getaway vehicle.
Have you ever seen Zach
in a black Ferrari?

I think that's
Chris Lee's car.

-At least, one of them.
-Who's Chris Lee?

He's a rich boy from China.
He came here to go to NYU.

We met him in the Hamptons
at a polo match.

Oh, I'm surprised
I didn't see you there.

Could Zach have left
to meet Chris that night?

It's possible.

Zach always said Chris was
the craziest kid he knew.

And the text Zach received
came from a prepaid phone.

Untraceable.

Smart move.

If you're luring someone
outside to kill them.

Did the parking guy
see the black Ferrari?

He saw 10 of them.

Along with a couple hundred
other cars, everything from
hoopties to custom Maybachs.

Couldn't see anybody
who drove them though.

All right well, we'll have
to prove it another way.

Where's rich boy now?

No idea, but...

I can tell you where
he'll be later.

Chris Lee's Twitter feed.

Going for the AU today.

Gold.

AU is the periodic table
abbreviation for gold.

What? No props
for your partner?

I'm just trying to figure
out how you knew that.

I thought you
failed chemistry.

A lifelong habit of doing the
New York Times crossword.

The one useful thing that my
father passed on to me.

Phrasing makes sense.
Going for the AU today,
going for the gold.

Gotta be the gold
exchange tower.

Nope, nothing suspicious here.

Hmm, level 47. Impressive.

You must have been
playing all afternoon.

Instead of doing your job.

Not all afternoon.

(ALARM SOUNDING)

Someone opened the roof exit.

Uh, go back to your game.
The professionals will
take it from here.

All right,
suspect's on the roof,
we're heading up.

NYPD, freeze!

Take off the backpack,
step away from the ledge.

Tell you what,
I have a better idea.

Au revoir!

Now that's cool.

He's all mine.

Laura, do you see this?

He's gonna land on that truck
and get away.

No, he's not.

I give it an 8.5.

You lost points
on the landing.

What are you doing?

Drinking coffee.

I know, I know.

But if there ever was a time
for me to break my herbal
tea only rule, this is it.

Wah. Okay, one more cup
and I'll be good.

No, I mean what are you
doing out here? Laura told
you to stay hidden.

Oh, I'm fine.

-Are you sure?
-Oh, yeah.

Senior year of high school,
my cheer team went to states.

I had lymph nodes the size of
golf balls due to a severe

case of mono from
my boyfriend.

Well, actually, ex,
he dumped me for a
girl on the rival team.

Her splits were just trashy.

Anyway, I pulled off a reverse
kick double basket
toss to win the title.

See my point?

There was one?

I can handle an MDMA hangover.

Come on. People.

I wasn't robbing the gold
exchange. I was base jumping.

Good for you. That doesn't
mean you're not a killer.

Look at this face. Do I
look like the violent type?

I wouldn't commit armed
robbery, let alone murder.

-I hate guns.
-Hmm, pacifist.

Where were you two nights ago?

Clubbing with my posse.

There are pics of me all over
my buddy's Instagram.

-Where were you last Saturday?
-In Macau.

I camped out at the
Venetian for the Chinese
world series of poker.

I'm sure they had
a few cameras there.

Then how do you explain this?

To clarify, that's your black
Ferrari leaving the scene

of the Vandergraff
jewelry heist.

It can't be.

Something funny about
25-to-life, senor pacifista?

What's funny is putting
S-rated Michelins
on a Ferrari 599.

Anyone who knows jack about
racing will tell you you'll
never hug corners in those.

They only work
on straightaways.

So, that's not your vehicle?

Sweetheart.

I am all about the curves.

I wouldn't put those tires on
my ride if Michelin offered me
a lifetime sponsorship.

It's not my car.
You got the wrong guy.

Did the base jump boy's
alibi hold up?

Afraid so. Chris Lee's tagged
all over Instagram
Tuesday night,

and then the weekend before in
Macau he lost $100,000

during a three-night
stay at the casino.

Puts the ow in Macau.

So, he's not our killer,
he's not on the getaway squad,
he's just some

jackhole throwing himself
off skyscrapers in midtown.

The idiocy of rich people
never ceases to surprise me.

-No offense.
-Oh, none taken.

We're an enigma.

Speaking of...

Where's Laura?
She's the one clawing
for these files.

Spill, minion.

Date night with Tony.

-She left?
-No.

How did you get this all here?

Best thing about a food truck.

The wheels.

I wish I was better company.

Hmm... Is it the case
or the Jake?

The case will get solved.

Introducing the boys
to Angela, I mean,
can you believe the nerve?

First, can you at
least take a bite?

Chefs are very
insecure people.

Mmm.

Yum. No, serious yum.

Mmm. Well, you're welcome.

And second, I think you're
reading way too much into
this Angela thing.

-Too much?
-Mmm-hmm.

You and I are so much more
serious than Jake and Angela

and I've never even considered
introducing you to the boys.

No, I mean...
I mean, I've considered.

Well, how about it?

What if I come over
tomorrow night,

throw down my world famous
grilled cheese for you
and the guys, huh?

Uh... I don't know.

I mean, I just got finished
tearing Jake a new one.

I'm gonna do exactly
the same thing?

Okay, consider it
a standing offer.

The whole Jake Angela thing,
I'd cut them some slack.

You would?

You know how guys
are when they wanna
show off their new toys.

Come on.

Show off their new toys.

Yeah, like when I got
that new panini grill.

-You are a genius.
-No, no, it was just
a panini press, but...

No! No, I...

I know where to
find the Ferrari!

I've gotta go tell Billy.

The Ferrari?

I'll be right back.
Don't start
dessert without me!

MEREDITH: Are we gonna sit
here all night?

Maybe.

Laura's right.

Guys like to show off their
toys, and what a better place
to show off a Ferrari 599

pimped out with straightaway
tires than a drag race.

Perp could be racing anywhere.

Yeah, I spoke to highway. They
said Randall's Island is the
best drag strip in the city.

They see racers here
a couple of nights a week.

Okay.

You got someplace to be?

No.

It's just...

Kind of awkward.

Two people

sitting in a parked car

doing

absolutely

nothing.

Well,

we're two cops on a stakeout.

Is there something else
we should be doing?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Ah.

There you go.

Not so awkward.

NYPD!

Turn off your engines!

Exit the vehicle.

NYPD! Hands where I can see
'em, get out the car!
Out the car!

Relax. Relax.

Frankie?

Frankie? Where's she at?
Wisconsin!

No, Frankie Muniz.

-Who?
-Malcolm in the Middle?

Agent Cody Banks?

You are hopeless.

(GIGGLING) Hi.

Your face was on my wall
for all of middle school.

Oh, thanks, that's sweet.

-(SIGHING)
-He's not our guy.

My boy Frankie here,
he might love racecars,

but he's not using them
to rob jewelry stores.

Well,
it looks like the right car.

Same tires. Is this your ride?

It's just a rental.

In fact, if you guys are
shutting this race down,

I'm gonna return
this car before they
process my deposit.

Actually, we'll be
taking the car.

But if you wouldn't mind...

-Take a photo for us?
-What?

Laura will be so jealous.

I'm so jealous!

How can he still be
so adorable?

Yoga and no trans fats.
I asked him the same question.

So, it's the wrong driver,
but definitely the right car.

From Fifth Avenue
Luxury Rentals.
Billy's over there now.

How could the robbery
squad miss that

when they were running down
all the black Ferraris?

Rental place wasn't on our
radar since they title all
their cars out of state

so they don't have to pay
New York taxes.

Can I do that?

All right, so who rented
the getaway car?

Billy was trying to figure
that out, but our clever bad
guys, they paid in cash,

used fake drivers licenses,
and the rental office doesn't
save security camera footage.

Of course not.
Then it would be easy.

Billy get a description?

-White guy, 20s.
-Oh, him.

Now for the good news.

We pulled the black box.

Every rental car agency
monitors where drivers go.

The highlights indicate
everywhere the car traveled

the week leading
up to the heist.

These four points all
correspond to stops the car
made on at least two

occasions before they finally
hit each jewelry store.

I timecoded each.

They were stakeouts.

All three jewelry stores

were robbed within 72
hours of the stakeout.

Yeah, but there's
only three heists,
why are there four stakeouts?

Corresponds with
a fourth jewelry store.

That is their next target.

And we'll be there waiting.

MEREDITH:
Testing one, two, three.

Detective Pulaski and
I are in position awaiting
the assailants.

You won't sell anything
if you don't show off
those pearly whites.

You do know we're not
really selling anything?

Not with that attitude,
we're not.

I can't believe Tony of
all people thinks I should
cut Jake some slack.

Not you too.

Look.

When my mother brought
home her first boyfriend,
I wasn't having it.

But the guy was
actually pretty cool.

Taught me how to play bass,
talk to women.

Yeah, but your dad
was in the wind.

My kids have me.

They don't need another
female role model.

It's true. But

if you're not getting
back together with Jake,
he's gonna get with someone.

Wouldn't you rather
it be Angela than just
some random bimbo?

Kids benefit from being around
good people, whoever they are.

Stop being so wise.

Here we go.

LAURA:
Five says he's gonna
pick Frankie.

BILLY:
I'll take that action.

Damn! How'd you know?

A New Yorker with
a death stare

or a Wisconsin cheerleader
with a million dollar smile?

Who would you pick?
Thank you.

Aw, thank you. Ha-ha.

Excuse me?

Thank you.

For shopping at Sydney's.

Uh, how can I help you today?

(CLEARING THROAT)

I don't feel comfortable
doing this, but, um...

Stay cool, Frankie.

Meredith's got him
dead to rights,
so just try and talk him down.

Let's see if she's
got the sweet talk.

Another five says she does.

You don't have to do this.

This mistake will haunt you
for the rest of your life.

But...

I think she's the one.

Of course she is!

I mean, it's a mistake to
go with the emeralds.

Every woman wants a diamond.

How about this bad boy, huh?

False alarm, he's harmless.

Agreed. Still another fiver.

Pulaski, get him out of there.

We can't have a civilian in
the line of fire when...

BILLY:
Get ready, ladies.
You have visitors.

No alarms
or the man gets it.

Everything in the bags, now!

Stand down.
I repeat, stand down.

There is a civilian
in the line of fire.

We're just supposed to
let them
rob the place?

We'll get them on the way out,
clean and simple.

Well, what do you know.
A romantic with a fat wad.

No, that's mine.

-(STRUGGLING)
-Not anymore, lover boy.

There goes clean and simple.
Come on, man. Just hand
over the cash.

Last chance.

Just do what he says,
it is only money.

No, I spent two years
saving this.

I'll kill you!

NYPD. Freeze!

It's over! Put your guns down.

I'll kill him, I mean it!

It's over, drop the guns!

-Damn, we should be in there.
-I got it.

-You got it?
-Yep.

LAURA: Buckle up!

Ah!

-Stay right there!
-Put your hands
above your head!

Turn around! Put your hands
behind your back. Do not move.

Ladies and gentlemen,

may I introduce the Diamond
District robbery crew.

-Screw you, cop.
-Take it easy, Butch Cassidy.

And so, that means you
the Sundance... Jillian?

Zach's girlfriend?

And maybe his killer.

You do realize you just
drove through a

$12,000 window?

We're the police.
We have insurance.

Besides, the look on
Meredith's face? Priceless.

Well, we can close the books
on the robberies, but now we
have a murder to solve.

Odds are it was one of
your two jewel thieves
that murdered Zach.

My money's on D.B.

Jillian was still at the
rave after Zach left.

I bet that D.B. texted Zach
to lure him outside.

I vouchered
their personal items.

He had a smart phone.
He didn't have a burner.

You can still unlock a
smartphone and pay as you go.

Even criminals don't
wanna carry around a
broke-ass flip phone.

You have been spending way
too much time with Meredith.

Let's say it was the right
phone, we're still gonna
need a warrant to search it.

So, get one. I mean, we just
busted them for armed robbery.

The search warrant's for
Zach Hill's homicide,

which on the face of it is
a totally unrelated crime.

Unrelated! Come on!

We know that there's
a connection,

but I can't roll the dice in
case we get some judge

who doesn't think we
have probable cause.

Boy scout.

All right, if you need
probable cause, we're gonna
have to flip one of them.

Then all the dirty laundry
will come spilling out.

Oldest trick in the book.

Not bad parenting, either.

I don't follow.

Well, you must have grilled
the boys when you found the
fire department t-shirts.

Who cracked first?
Harrison or Nicholas?

You. It was just a hunch.

About Angela,
I may have overreacted.

What changed your mind?

The whole Jake Angela thing,
I'd cut them some slack.

Kids benefit from being around
good people, whoever they are.

Nothing in particular.

But if you had to introduce
the boys to a woman,

you could do worse
than the fire hottie.

I can't believe you
just called her that.

Well, I'm full of surprises.

Wait until you see what
I have in store for the
rich kids' robbery crew.

Yeah? You got something
up your sleeve?

Maybe.

Why am I not surprised?

Yeah, but that's just in case.

First let Meredith and Frankie
take a run at them.

I didn't kill Zach.

But you're deep into
armed robbery.

How does someone
worth 10 figures

end up in violent crime?

It's a rush.

So is heroin.

It was just a dumb
idea at first,

I'd steal scarves and purses,
whatever I could grab
from Barneys.

Shoplifting's a long way
from jewelry heists.

That's where D.B. came in.

I've got nothing to say.

I've got all the time
in the world.

No, seriously.
I have no place else to be.

-Ever.
-Then I guess we
sit here all night.

Fun.

I haven't pulled an
all-nighter since college,

and your rap sheet looks a lot
more interesting than a
marine biology textbook.

Breaking and entering,
evading arrest.

-Assault.
-Never convicted.

Oh, wow! Then this
will be your first.

That's gotta be exciting.

Going to prison for
the first time, getting
your first jumpsuit.

First cellmate.
What an adventure!

Or maybe

you help me
find Zach's killer,

and I put in a good
word with the DA on the
armed robbery charge.

How am I supposed to help you
if I don't know anything?

Fine.

Be that way.

I sure hope your friend
keeps her mouth shut.

Wouldn't want her to pin
Zach's murder on you.

We met Zach at a rave.

He was cute but desperate
to live large.

And when D.B. found out
that Zach worked in the
Diamond District

that crazy son of a bitch
came up with a plan
to rob those places.

But...

Even after your boyfriend
was killed...

You still pulled one more job?

I tried to call it off,
but D.B. said if I tried
to get out of it,

he would make me regret it.

I didn't threaten anyone,
I just told her to stick
to the damn plan.

Stick to the plan
or else what?

Or else nothing. Look, this
whole thing is upside down,
we're the victims.

You didn't look like a victim
when you busted into the store

waving your gun like
a frickin' Looney Tune.

The whole thing was
Zach's idea, he worked
in the Diamond District.

He said he could
get us in and out.

Nobody was supposed
to get hurt. We trusted him.

So, you're hanging the blame
on the dead guy?

-Convenient.
-Call it what you want.

I call it first degree murder.

I want my lawyer.

Look, Jillian.

I get it. Your whole life

you're stuck in that
penthouse surrounded
by shallow rich kids.

Zach was a walk
on the wild side.

Zach was the love of my life.

We were good for each other.

Until he realized he was
in over his head.

He wanted out.
And that's where
it got sticky.

You couldn't risk him talking.

You're wrong.
I would never hurt him.

Maybe not you.
What about D.B.?

He forced you to do
that last job.

You were so scared
that you did it.

I think you know what
he's capable of.

I want a lawyer.

I was sure I could
get D.B. to talk.

At least give me grounds
to search his phone.

Meredith didn't do any better.

Let's go to Laura's plan B.

Which is?

-Lunch.
-Hmm.

Old school. I'm on it.

Laura will have the usual.

Six-inch meatball,
extra cheese.

Yup.

I... I like a sub as much
as the next gal,

but if you hadn't noticed
we're in the middle
of a case here.

And the lady will
have a foot long.

All right, Frankie!

Mmm.

-Hey, girl.
-Hey.

Thought you could
use a sandwich.

Oh, and...

Chips and a cookie too.
Enjoy.

What the hell did
you tell them?

Nothing, he isn't even the
one who questioned me.

Then why did they bring you
a three-course meal?

I don't know.

I bet you ratted me out
for the whole thing.

JILLIAN:
You're so concerned
about rats, D.B.?

Is that why you killed Zach?
He would have never
said anything.

Would you shut up?

Come on. Admit it.

I'm not sure this'll hold up,
even if he does.

There's no reasonable
expectation of
privacy in jail.

He owns up, we're home free.

So, you're not such
a boy scout after all.

JILLIAN: You're pathetic.
You think you're tough
because you rob a store?

You're not half the man Zach
was, and you knew it.
Is that why you killed him?

-Is it?
-Shut the hell up, bitch.

Sorry to interrupt.
Just confirming, you both
asked for your lawyers?

Oh, hell no.

I asked you for my lawyer
20 minutes ago.

Super sorry, but I couldn't
find his contact info.

Do you happen to
have his number?

-It's in my phone.
-Great. Can I have it?

No, because you took
it away from me.

-Geez.
-Duh.

-My badness.
-Give it to me and I'll get
the damn number.

Oh, yeah, no can do.
House rules.

But you know, I can find the
number if you don't mind me
going through your phone.

Whatever.

Great, Coolsa beans.

Be right back.

Dumb bitch.

What the hell were you
thinking? We were seconds
away from a confession.

He did ask for a lawyer.

You decide to be volunteer of
the year and give him one?

Whose side are you on?

I am on your side, Captain.

You're not acting like it.
We've got nothing.

That is where you're wrong.

All right?
I've got D.B.'s phone.

And I just recorded his
consent to a search.

So, no warrant required.

Thought we might be able to
prove D.B.'s the one who
sent the text

to Zach at the rave.

No such luck.

So, you blew our play
and came up empty.

Nice job, Pulaski.

Yeah, good job.

-Really?
-Yeah, really?

Absolutely.

Nice eyeliner, Zach.

I think this phone just
solved our case.

-Nice ride.
-'66 Bonneville.

Is it a passion project or
does she actually run?

Purrs like a kitten.

Roars like a lion when
I drop the throttle, though.

You guys didn't come here
to talk about cars, though.

-News about Zach?
-Good news.

-We know who killed him.
-That's great.

Here's the deal.

Your brother was involved with
a pretty dangerous group
of rich kid thrill seekers,

pulling robberies
in the Diamond District.

You told me that you were
trying to set Zach straight,
but he wouldn't listen.

So, you tracked him
to the rave,

texted him to come outside.

We thought a cunning
killer deliberately
used a burner phone,

but you have crappy credit
so have to pay as you go.

What are you saying?
You trying to say
that I killed Zach?

Valets at the rave said
they saw your ride.

The parking guy see
the black Ferrari?

He saw 10 of them.

Along with a couple hundred
other cars, everything from
hoopties to custom Maybachs.

We showed a photo of the car,
picked it right out.

Doesn't prove that
I killed my brother.

Not finished.

This photo was taken right
before he left the club
to meet his killer.

It bothered you.
The club kid lifestyle,
the way he got glammed up.

You said it yourself,
your parents would
have rolled over.

Yeah, okay, so?

So, in the morgue
there was not a trace of
eyeliner on Zach's face.

Who else would have wiped his
eyes clean of makeup?

Wiping away the person
he'd become.

You were angry at Zach.

Maybe you threw a punch,
maybe you pushed him.

He fell down,
cracked his skull.

You never meant to harm him,
but he was dead.

-I don't have to listen to...
-Don't even try it, bro.

I'm not your bro.

Brian.

I know that you loved Zach.

And I could only imagine
how guilty you felt.

You'd killed your own brother,
but you couldn't handle it.

So, you put him in your car,
drove him to the bridge,
and dumped him off

to fake a suicide.

I killed my brother?

Dumped his body? Come on.

Look, you guys got no proof.

I can understand
why you'd think that.

You couldn't see the proof.

But I bet I can show you.

Fluorescent body paint,
right off of Zach's body.

In this case,
it's the smoking gun.

Turn around,
hands behind your back.

Brian Hill, you are under
arrest for the murder of
your brother, Zach Hill.

You have the right
to remain silent.

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

You have the right
to an attorney.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Frankie.

Sorry to bother you at home,
I just wanted to say thanks.

With 5,000 gummy bears?

You're not the only one
that buys in bulk.

I let you down at the rave.

Then you protected
me from the Captain.

Then I stepped on your Subway
play with my cell phone play.

I think after my first epic
fail I was just trying to...

You know, prove my worth.

I know. You should stop.

'Cause it's hopeless?

'Cause it's obvious.

You're a good cop.
And you're tough.

-Despite your Wisconsin-ness.
-(CHUCKLES)

I had a really hard time
getting over my divorce, but
what you've been through...

You couldn't have
made it this far if you
weren't the real deal.

I'm flattered.

And I guess you could sort of
say I solved the case.

No, you couldn't.

Thanks for the gummies,
I should...

Right, family time.

Exactly.

Family time.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

(CHUCKLING)
All right, spatula ready?
Here we go.

Double flip.

-(BOYS GIGGLING)
-Oh, look at that!

-(BOYS GIGGLING)
-Oh!

-What you want, Mom?
-I'll take one.

Extra cheese, triple flip.

(INAUDIBLE)