All language subtitles for The Glades S01E05 The Girlfriend Experience 1080p AMZN WEB-DL DDP5 1 x264-NTb_track3_[eng]

Hey, Twizzle.

[ Meows ]
Hey, Twizzle.

Twizzle,
what is it, girl? Huh?

[ Meows ]

[ Meows ]

[ Meows ]

Twizzle.

Come on.
Twizzle, get back here.

[ Meows ]

- Twizzle?
- [ Meows ]

Hello!

Hello?

I'm so sorry.

My cat seems to have wandered
into your condo.

Anybody home?

Hello?

Anybody home?

Twizzle.

Twizzle.
[ Meows ]

Oh. I'm so sorry, sir.

My cat, she just leapt
out of my arms and took off.

[ Meows ]

Hello?

You could have put on
some decent clothes.
[ Siren Blaring In Distance ]

You didn't think so
when I busted the guy.

Yeah, in a biker bar where
you're trying not to look like
an upstanding police officer.

In court, that's pretty much
what they're going for.

Hey, we got
the conviction, right?

You're right.

We should celebrate.
What did you have in mind?

There is an amazing
raw bar on the water
just up the street.

- Wow. A raw bar on the water.
That I gotta see.
- [ Chuckles ] Yeah.

Uh, you know what?
I'll give you a call.

A call?

Yeah. Sure.

Okay.

Hey.

If you had unpaid
parking tickets,
you should have just called me.

Ray gets out of prison,
I'm gonna kill him.

She said to
the homicide detective.

He did our taxes and paid them,
or so I thought.

I just got notice
that we're three years behind
on our property taxes.

Well, he would be
the first armed robber
to not be in arrears.

This is serious.
We could lose our house.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

You wanna--

Yeah. I'm--
Yeah.

Sorry.
[ Beeps ]

Longworth.

I, uh-- I don't know
how to say this.

Your partner, Carlos,
has been killed.

His body was found
in a condo on the beach.

Responding officers
identified Carlos...

from his driver's license
and credit cards.

He's in there.

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

What?

Those aren't the splindly little
calves of someone who walks
golf courses as much as we do.

What's the big emergency?

What? I was at
an A.M.A. luncheon.

Thank God
you're all right.
Don't.

- We got a call
you were dead.
- What?

Flip him.

Who's this guy,
and what's with the fish?

Well, that explains the cat.
Know anyone in the mob?

Officially? Why?

'Cause someone killed
Carlos Sanchez...

and left him sleeping
with the fishes.

[ Jim Longworth ]
Some say I don't play well
with others.

I was a damn good detective
in Chicago,

until a disagreement
with my boss encouraged me...

to pack it up
and make a change.

So I put the Windy City
in my rearview and headed
to the Sunshine State.

Kick back. Play some golf.
Work on my tan.

Maybe write the occasional
speeding ticket.

Yeah.
Well, that didn't work out.

Candles, scented oils.
I had no idea you were
so romantic.

That's not funny.

This prick leased a condo,
and God knows what else,
using my identity.

He's lucky he's dead,
or I'd have killed him.

If this guy used your name
to lease the place,

don't you think that would
have come to your attention
before now?

Do you ever try
getting information
from the credit bureaus?

I'm gonna be up half the night
canceling shit and setting up
fraud alerts.

You recognize these kids?
[ Sighs ]
No.

Should I?

Well, apart from the plastic
having your name on it,

this is the only other
personal item I could find.

- What's the deal with this guy?
- He's dead for about two hours.

I'm giving that bullet
in the back of his skull...

a better than average chance
that's what killed him.

- And the fish?
- They're mackerel.

- Are they hard to come by?
- You can get them at any
fish market or grocery store.

I checked the mailbox
in the lobby.

A flyer for
the Homeowners Association
was sticking out.

So I called the president.

She told me the unit belongs
to a Dr. Arthur Kattleman.

But she's never
actually met him.

Why would a doctor
steal another doctor's identity?

[ Chuckles ] Yeah.
You've never had to carry
medical malpractice insurance.

Do you?
Of course.

- You deal with dead people.
- Right.

And when some
grieving loved one
gets their nose out of joint...

'cause I've desecrated
their beloved Uncle Jimmy,
guess what.

I get sued.

[ Cell Phone Beeps ]
Here we go.

Dr. Arthur Kattleman.

Yeah. He's got an office
just over the causeway.

Okay.

Which particular property
are you referring to?

A condominium
on Ocean Boulevard.

Which unit?

How many do you have?
Nine.

No. Ten. No.

Nine.

- All in the same building?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, this might help.

It's the one
with the dead guy in it.
Never seen him before.

He was shot at close range
and left on a pile of fish
in one of your investments.

Like the mob thing?
I thought that was a stereotype.

You ever lease it to a guy
named Carlos Sanchez?

Name doesn't
sound familiar.

Well, can you
give us one that does?

'Cause
of the whole "dead guy
in the apartment" thing.

Unit 16A, was it?

Yes, that particular unit
is being rented out...

by a woman
by the name of Ashley Carter.

Maybe she's
somebody's goomar.

- Goomar?
- Yeah, mob guys like
to have girls on the side.

So, this Ashley live there?

I don't know. I just know
she pays the rent on time.

- You got a contact number
for Ashley Carter?
- I don't have a contact number.

- I just have a credit score
and a social.
- That works.

We'll have Manus give this
to Records and Identity.

Whoever killed our victim
could also be involved
in a stolen credit card ring.

At least we got an I.D.
on the victim from his prints.

His name's Jack Grayson.

Oh, great.

He's a county
building inspector.
A county building inspector?

Not all building inspectors
are in bed with the mob.
Yeah, but some of them are.

And obviously one
of them was mistaken
for Carlos Sanchez.

Seems like a long shot to me.
Yeah, say that
when the shot's aimed at you.

All right. Probably not
a bad idea to look into it.

I wonder where Gordon Ganza's
hanging his hat these days.

Who's he?
He ran the linen business out
of Chicago. Retired down here.

Linen business.
[ Scoffs ] The mob
with their euphemisms.

No. He actually ran
a linen business.

And based on your interests
and penalties, the total
arrears amount comes to--

16,000.

15,873.

Close enough, actually.

I really appreciate you
coming here to work
this stuff out.

I-I'm working a double shift,
and I couldn't find
a baby-sitter last--

Oh. I understand.

Um, I've come up
with a payment plan...

that I think will work well
for everybody.

As you can see,
payment schedule is two-fold.

I'll be increasing my hours
at the hospital by 30 percent...

while reducing
my course curriculum
by five hours--

What?
Do you always talk
like this?

No.
[ Both Laughing ]

Listen, I appreciate
all the work you've done,
Mrs. Cargill.

It's Callie.
Callie.

But, uh, it's not
your property taxes
I'm concerned with.

There's a lot
of stated income
without any verification,

specifically that
of your husband.

I thought stated income
was allowed
under certain circumstances.

How did your husband
come by this income?

Um, he did a lot of things.

Uh, auto brokerage.

He had a steam cleaning company.
He sold that.

Mrs. Cargill. Callie.
I know about your husband.

And I understand
the situation
that you're in.

But if you signed tax returns
that include false statements,
you could be criminally liable.

Criminally liable?
But I didn't do anything.

And I can't go to jail.
My son--
All right. Wait, wait.

Let's calm down.
Here's what I'll do.

I will present
this schedule of payments
to my supervisor.

But eventually,
I'm gonna have
to make a decision...

whether or not
to refer this
for prosecution.

So, it's up to you?

Ultimately, yes.

Is there anything I can do?

Let's just see
how it goes.

[ Man ] Charlie Bread Trucks
is running an ice cream parlor
in Indian Wells,

which is funny, considering
he's lactose intolerant.

What happened
to Freddy Z.?
Ziffo?

Prostate.
I saw that one coming.

Passed quietly in his sleep,
the lucky bastard.

- So much for karma, huh?
- What about Jack Grayson?

I take it you think
I'm familiar with that name.

Well, we think
that's entirely possible.
He's a building inspector...

who, unfortunately,
was shot dead this morning.

On a bed of mackerel.
So he'd sleep
with the fishes.

Which begs the question--
why does the mob
want Carlos Sanchez dead?

Who's Carlos Sanchez?

Me.
I'm lost.

Grayson had Carlos's I.D.
and plastic,

so 'cause of the fish thing,
Carlos thinks that he was iced
by the syndicate.

The "sleeping with the fishes"
was a cliché even before "iced"
went out of style.

- And that was 40 years ago.
- So no one you know wants
Carlos dead, right?

Right. What about Grayson?
I'm assuming you know him.

Nice enough guy.
Kind of small-time.

He helped me out
on an office park
I was building in the Glades.

Jack was willing
to turn a blind eye...

to minor
building code violations
if you gave him a few bucks.

What, he get greedy with that?
Maybe pissed off
the wrong people?

Doesn't sound like Jack.

He was actually
in good spirits,
owing to a new lady friend.

Her name wasn't Ashley Carter,
by any chance?

Nah. Bella something.

- You ever met
this Bella something?
- Excuse me. Who are you again?

You know what?
[ Sighs ] Been good
to see you again, Gordy.

You too, Jimmy.
Swing by anytime.

All right.
All right.

Come on. Look at the view.
It's beautiful.
[ Mutters ]

Oh.
You having
one of those days?

What kind of day would that be?
When you just can't decide...

who you wanna be
when you grow up.

Bella. Tanya. Ashley maybe.

I'm sorry.
Do I know you?

That would be really weird
if you did.

You know a guy
by the name of Jack Grayson?

Why?

You did see this, right?

Look, if you wanna
talk to Jack,

I'm sure that he's upstairs,
plopped in front
of the television set, so--

I actually really doubt that.
He was found murdered
in your apartment this morning.

When I left
the condo this morning,
Jack was still in bed.

He asked if he could stay...

and promised me a surprise
when I got back.

I'm guessing lying face down
in a bed full of fish
wasn't what he had in mind.

Where do you work?

I'm a Ph.D. candidate
at the University
of Central Florida.

Was Jack paying the tuition?

He was helping.
And what did Jack receive...

in return for furthering
your education?

We had an arrangement.
Ah.

Maybe the arrangement
was getting old.
That would suck.

Having to get a new job,
new apartment, right
in the middle of your Ph.D.

No, he wasn't
threatening to end it.
He was quite happy.

Did he have a wife?
Family?

Divorced years ago.
No children.

Oh, so these
aren't his then?

- That's my niece and nephew.
- In the drawer?

I gotta be honest.

An arrangement like this
doesn't look good for anybody,

especially if one of you
turns up dead.

What's your Ph.D. in?

Social anthropology.

And I resent the suggestion
that I'm some kind of whore.

Even with the whole "walks like
a duck, quacks like a duck"
thing going on here?

Sex is...
an important part
of any relationship.

But it is
only one part.

Some people need
to look outside
traditional relationships...

to find what they're
looking for in a partner--
that's what I provide.

I get it.
You're a Girlfriend Experience.

Yeah. I've heard of this.

"Girlfriend Experience."
"Companions in life."

It goes by different names.

Yeah, yeah. A buddy of mine
back in the Chicago precinct's
in one.

He sends me updates
all the time.
He's having a blast by the way.

It's not just about sex.

It's about being
in a relationship...

with someone
that you enjoy...

without all the emotions
and complications...

that come
with the commitment.

The purpose of my dissertation
is to understand
how traditional relationships...

are evolving in a society
where public space
is being replaced...

by cyberspace.

You know what's
really traditional?

Shooting a guy you find
sleeping with your girl.

[ Laughs ]

I am not in a long-term
or committed relationship
with anyone,

and these men
were just test subjects.

Do they know that?

No.

That would
skew my study.

Oh, we wouldn't want
to skew your study.

- How many test subjects
we talking about?
- Two.

That all?

I'm not in it
to make a living.
It's research.

Well, what about Jack Grayson?
Did he talk about his work?

Maybe a rival,
someone out to get him?

[ Exhales ]
Honestly, we never
talked about it.

But what did you talk about?
We didn't.

Not talking was part
of the experience for Jack.

Oh, then maybe for my buddy too.

After three divorces, having
not to talk about his day
is probably very enticing.

How much did you say you got
for these services?

It varies.
Jack was paying
3,500 a month.

- Does that pay for the rent?
- No.

Well, who paid for that?

What the hell
are you doing here?
I'm here 'cause you lied to me.

Why is your partner
hitting on my wife?
I asked him to chat her up...

so we could talk about one
of the things you lied about--

your arrangement
with Ashley Carter.

But if you'd rather
your wife be over here--
No, no, no, no. Fine, fine.

But I wasn't lying about
that dead guy you found.

I never laid eyes on him.
Yeah, I found that
easier to believe...

before I found out
Ashley was using your condo
to have sex with another man.

I had my three nights.

What Ashley did
on her own time
was her own business.

Oh. She was a Ph.D. candidate.
She has the I.Q.
of a walnut.

- 'Cause that's what
you wanted her to have.
- What are you talking about?

Her research.
You were a case study
for a doctoral dissertation.

What?
I was a guinea pig?

Thought you didn't care
what she did outside
of your arrangement.

- Yeah, but I feel so used.
- But what about Ashley?

Do you know if she's involved
with anyone for real?

- We didn't talk much.
- Oh. The arrangement.

She did text
a lot though,

especially with this one guy,
um, Professor... Landers
or something.

That's all I know.

I wanna consolidate
both mortgages into one...

and take out
a $20,000 equity line.

Yeah, I'm aware that
interest rates have gone up
since my last refile,

but it's worth it just
to have all of my debt
at one bank.

- [ Whispering ]
What are you doing?
- I'm getting an apple.

Come on.
I'm gonna be late for school.

Well, how can equity
be negative?

- You're never ready.
- You told me to stop
dragging my ass around...

because you had better things
to do than be my chauffeur, so--

And you picked today
to listen to me?

That's not debt.
Those are student loans.

That's an investment
in my future.

Right. Yeah.
No, I understand, I guess.

Thank you though. Bye.

[ Handset Settles In Cradle ]
How bad is it?

[ Laughs ]
Nothing I can't handle.
Go get your things.

We never had
problems like this
when Dad paid the bills.

Yes, Ashley and I communicated
by text quite a bit.

She came to me
with her methodology,
and I signed off on it.

When her study's done,
I'll read and evaluate
her findings.

That's the totality
of my role in her work.

She give you
regular updates?

Occasionally,
she gives me her notes,
but that's just a formality...

to show me
that she's making progress.

And what about her subjects?
Know anything about them,
who they are?

No, it's a blind study.
There's subject "A"
and subject "B."

She interviewed 40 candidates,

of which she chose two men
to be the subjects
of her case study.

Given the intimate nature
of their contact,

don't you think someone
should have advised her
against it?

Unless you're
getting off on it.

The pursuit
of a higher understanding...

is not something
that a serious mind
gets off on.

The idea that one
of her subjects was murdered
is disturbing.

But I'm sure
that it had nothing
to do with her work.

Disassociation
in the Online
Sexual Revolution.

- Whoo! Heady stuff.
- It's not for everyone.

"With the skill of a surgeon,
Professor Landers diagnoses...

the ills of modern relationships
like no one working
in our field today."

Ooh. Must have been
a bit of a turn-on
for Ashley...

that you asked
for her quote, huh?

You ever get
to finish that deal?

[ Chuckles ]
Tenured professors tend
to do pretty well, Detective.

If I wanted to bed
one of my students,

it wouldn't be
a Ph.D. candidate
on the wrong side of 30.

All mackerel are members
of the scombridae family.

But the term actually applies
to hundreds of oceanic fish.

This particular species
is called Atlantic
chub mackerel...

and is quite common.
And you can
buy 'em anywhere?

In fish markets
and grocery stores
all over the state.

Good.

But you have to eat it
the day it comes out
of the ocean or it spoils.

So I'm checking to see
what venues
in Palm County...

were carrying
Atlantic chub mackerel
the day of the murder.

And how many places
is that?

Wow. Like 468 places.

Yeah. Good luck with that.

Here.
What's this?

It's a list of things
your daughter bought
from dealcarnival.com...

with your credit card.

What's dealcarnival.com?

Yeah, it's a site
our fraud division
uncovered...

that harvests
credit card numbers,

which they
then use to churn out
fake plastic and I.D.

That's how Grayson
got your identity.

Digital cameras,
iPod, lin--

Lingerie?
She's 14, for crying out loud.
Ooh. Ouch.

I also learned that two days
before Grayson was murdered,

he received a cash deposit
for $10,000.

Cash. I knew it.
What?

If it was a payoff
to ignore a code violation
on a construction project...

Mm-hmm.
and Grayson
suddenly got greedy...

and threatened to talk
unless they made--

Yeah, I'm not
seeing you, Corleone.

Just the same,
I'll get a list
of construction projects...

Grayson was
scheduled to inspect
before he was killed.

And, uh, where the hell
is your partner?

[ Chuckles ]
He's off having
a Girlfriend Experience.

A-- Really?
Nice.
Yeah.

Ashley sounds like
a friend of mine.

She put herself through
dental school working
a pole over by the airport.

So a woman objectifying
herself like that,

does that ever come back
as out-of-character rage?

So you think that a woman
choosing a specific career
option is objectifying herself.

I did, until you
said it like that.

Women are just
as capable as men
at separating love from sex.

So, is your friend any good?
At dentistry.

'Cause flying back to Chicago
to get my teeth checked is
costing me a fortune.

She married
one of her customers.
Hmm.

She has three kids,
all with bad teeth.
[ Laughs ]

She's very happy.

So, ultimately,
she followed her heart
and took the plunge.

How's your, uh--
How's your tax problem?

I gave them
a payment schedule to review.

So, um, we'll see, I guess.

Anything I can do to help?
No. All good.

But you'd ask if you
needed my help, right?

'Cause I'm not shy
about asking for yours.

Lay it on me.
Excellent.

So, you've been involved
in a lot of blind studies
for school, right?

More than I care to count.
Would it be safe to say...

that you need more
than two test subjects to get
an accurate measure of anything?

Yeah, I'd say that falls
under the category of being
at least one short.

Oh.

Sorry. I heard
you were evicted.
[ Drawer Shuts ]

We made a copy of this,
so I thought I'd return it.

Jack is dead.

Kattleman knows the truth,
and six months of research
is down the drain.

Is there
anything else I can do
to help your investigation?

Hey, don't blame me.
I didn't kill Jack Grayson.

I'm sorry. Is my life's work
some kind of joke to you?

It is kind of
when it rubs up against mine.

Do you know how many people
are in lifeless, empty
relationships...

and how often that
gets passed on as anger,
resentment, even violence?

Now you're getting back
to my line of work.

Are you in
a relationship, Detective?

Not at the moment.

Would you like to be?

The relationship
between sex and love
has always been a mystery.

Finding both in one person
is not easy,

but... it's what
makes us whole.

It's my goal to demystify
the sexual experience...

so more people can get
a shot at love.

Look, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to belittle
your life's work.

But you gotta understand.
Too many healthy relationships
out there, and I'm out of work.

[ Laughs ]
You know what I'm thinking?

Who else had motive to kill
the guy sleeping in your bed?

Professor Landers.
Dr. Kattleman.

And I'm not totally convinced
you're that girl--

the girl that just
has unencumbered sex with
these guys, your test subjects,

and doesn't feel anything.

Well, that's
what I was doing.

Yeah, well,
I didn't believe you,
so I made a few calls.

You don't have
a niece or a nephew.

And, as anyone who's ever done
a test case study knows,

you need more than two subjects
to get it right.

You need to tell me
who you're protecting.

Don't you worry about it, honey.
I wouldn't miss your game
for the world.

Give your brother a kiss.
I'll see you guys later.

Richard Slayton?

Colonel Slayton. Yeah.

Congratulations.
Ah.

Yeah, I heard you nabbed
the mission specialist slot
on the last shuttle flight.

Yeah, yeah.
I'm pretty psyched.
Better late than never, right?

Right. Must have been
a bit touch-and-go there
for a while, huh?

What with your
messy personal life.

I'm sure you're
mistaken, friend.

Actually, I'm not.

Now, we can find
a private place
to talk about it,

or I can arrest you here and now
for the murder of Jack Grayson.

[ Slayton ]
I had nothing to do
with his death.

Oh? So what are
you lying about?

Nothing.

My relationship
with Ashley...

is a private matter
between me and my wife.
So, she knows?

With hundreds
of mission specialists ready
to bump me off the last flight,

I couldn't risk a scandal.

Yes or no. She knows?

No.

Look, I adore my children.
I would die for them.

But Debra and I haven't been
on the same page in years.

And don't get me wrong.
She's a hell of a mom
to Paige and Tyler.

But I need more than that.

So, it was
just sex for you?

Just sex.

Nothing about the Girlfriend
Experience was filling
any void in your marriage?

Not at all.

I gotta tell you,
that is really creepy.

You have a picture
of your children
at her apartment.

So either you've fallen
in love with Ashley or
you're one sick bastard.

I knew
what I was getting into.

I know about her research--
the other men.

- And you're okay with that?
- Absolutely.

Her work is important to her.
I admire her for that.

You admire her
for letting total strangers
just pound away at her?

Hey, jackass, that's my--
Girlfriend?
Love of your life?

Someone that you'd kill for
if you found her
with another man? Yeah.

Oh, and for the record,
she tried to protect you
as much as she could.

But I am pretty
good at this.

I just-- I needed
to feel something again.

I didn't wanna
leave my wife
or lose my family.

It seemed like
a perfect solution.

Until you fell in love.

[ Sighs ]

Look, Debra's
a project manager.
That's how we met.

But that's how she treats me--
like a project.

[ Footsteps Approaching ]

Houston wants
my atmospheric stats tomorrow
instead of Thursday,

so we need
to reschedule dinner.

- Are you good with that?
- I guess I'll have to be.

I'll shoot you an e-mail
with some dates.

You could have been arresting me
and she wouldn't have noticed.

Yeah. Sorry, Buzz, but she
may still get that chance.

[ Jim ]
How's Daniel
on the mackerel search?

Counting down the markets.
252 down, 216 to go.

So you don't like
the astronaut on this.

When was an astronaut ever
lonely? Women throw themselves
at these guys.

I thought they
threw themselves at us.

Whole different strata,
my friend.

Hey.

You Mike Grogan?
Project manager.
Yeah.

- What can I do for you?
- You can tell me why you
want Carlos Sanchez dead.

Who?

Maybe you know him better
as Jack Grayson.

The building inspector.

Where the hell has he been?
He was supposed to run
my site yesterday.

- He never showed up.
- He sort of turned up murdered
in his girlfriend's apartment.

He was using my identity
with a stolen credit card
for his own activities...

until your hit man found him.

Hit man?

There was $10,000
in Grayson's account...

that we think was given to him
to look the other way
on code violations.

What'd you do? Reach out
to your mob partners 'cause
you thought Grayson would talk?

My partner is a national chain
of active senior living centers.

And for 10 grand,
I could bring everything
up to code...

and still have money
left over.

So I guess you'd rather do that
than rub somebody out.

I didn't have
any beef with Jack.

But there was someone
who did.

When Jack
was leaving here
the other day,

some guy comes up
off the street,
starts yelling at him.

I got the impression
they knew each other.

You hear what they say?
No. But I can show you.

We got cameras set up
all over the site running 24/7
to discourage crime.

[ Whirring ]

Here. I can zoom in.

[ Carlos ]
Huh. Professor Landers.

So much for the pursuit
of higher understanding.

She's a very
talented girl.

If I read about some guy doing
this to my girl, I'd run out
and find a fishmonger too.

I barely glanced
at those notes.

I think you did
a little bit more
than glance.

What you read in there
drove you to stalk
Jack Grayson...

and try and beat the shit
out of him for "experiencing"
Ashley Carter.

I don't make value judgments
on her work,

and I certainly don't take
a prurient interest in it.

"Prurient"? Really?

You can't just
say "getting off"
like I did before? No?

And the truth is,
she fell for one
of her subjects--

took him out of the research
so she could be with him,

which left no room for you,
so you killed subject "C."

Or thought you did.

As I tell my undergraduates,
it's not enough to have
a clever theory.

You have
to back it up with facts,
and you don't have any.

Oh, wait.
You can look.

And I have
your doctoral thesis--

Bonding Rituals and Behavior
in Organized Crime Culture.

Well, it's
a bit kitsch.

But a faux mob hit
might just throw a murder
investigation off you.

Yes.

Yes, I did peruse
Ashley's notes.

But my only intention
was to impress upon him...

that his feelings for Ashley
could jeopardize the integrity
of her study.

As her adviser, I thought
that I should step in...

before months of research
went totally awry.

So you read
some really hot stuff,

got your panties in a twist
and went out to kill him.

I was lecturing in front
of 200 undergraduates
at the time of his murder.

At least a couple of them
must have looked up from
their laptops long enough...

to notice that I was there.

Which is actually what
you wanted Ashley to do,

even if she is
on the wrong side of 30.

Hi.
Hello.

I'm sorry. I just got
a text saying to meet
someone here, a Jason Elkins.

Yes. Right this way.

Hi.
I didn't know if you were
a pinot girl or a cabernet.

So I split the difference
with a nice pinot noir.
Oh.

Please.

Uh, Mr. Elkins--
Jason.

This is a really
nice restaurant.

Shouldn't we be meeting
in your office?

I may have a solution
to your problem. Please.

Okay.
Sit down.

But it's predicated
on you having the ability...

to make restitution
for your principal and penalties
in a timely fashion.

Okay, well, I think
I was pretty honest
about my expenses...

and what it was
that I could commit to.

Great.

It'll be so much easier to keep
the matter off the grid if
you're meeting your obligations.

Well, that wasn't so hard.

[ Laughing ]
Shall we order?

Um, well, just
so I understand,

you're saying that
any potential criminal
proceedings could just go away?

I don't see why not.

Um, these salads here
are huge by the way.
We can easily split one.

Um, but could you see
a reason why they wouldn't?

Well, they wouldn't go away
if I pushed the matter.

But fortunately,
at this moment,

no one else is aware
of your situation.

I'm gonna do tilapia. You?

Why am I here...

at this restaurant
with you?

You don't like
this restaurant?
No, the restaurant's fine.

I know your finances
are stretched. I thought
you might like a nice night out.

I can take
my own self out.
[ Laughs ]

I'll be perfectly honest.

If we're gonna work together
to make this go away,

I wanted to get
to know you better.

Um, well, I think...

I'll make an appointment...

to come to see you
in your office.
Your call.

[ Beeps ]

[ Door Closes ]

[ Softly ]
What the hell?

Drop it.
Jesus! You scared
the hell out of me.

What are you doing
in my apartment?

- What are you doing
in my crime scene?
- I need to make a punch list...

for my handyman so I can
lease the place out
as soon as possible.

With a gun?

The gun is to show some
of my deadbeat tenants...

that I'm not
some Palm Glade pushover.

Right. Well,
I'm gonna need that gun
to give to my ballistics team...

to see if it's the same .38
that killed Jack Grayson.

Fine. Knock yourself out.

So you got two
decent-size flat screens,
players, no DVD's.

Uh, well, most of the time
when I'm here,
I watch pay-per-view.

The DVD's
were Ashley's thing.

Oh.

You gonna be long?
Yeah.

You're gonna have to wait until
I release the crime scene before
you finish that punch list.

You can go now.
Fine.

[ Beeping ]
[ Door Opens ]

[ Door Closes ]
Daniel.

Yeah, you like
movies, right?

I need you to do
some digging for me.

They're doing a striation test
on the doctor's gun
to see if it's a match.

But, um, I doubt it will.
Well, what about
the mob angle?

It's all it is--
an angle to throw us off
the investigation.

I've got Daniel running around
trying to find...

where the killer might
have bought the mackerel
the day of the murder.

And, uh, I got him
working on something else.

Found out
the $10,000 that's sitting
in Grayson's bank account--

Well, on the same day
that Grayson made his deposit,

Colonel Slayton made
a $10,000 withdrawal.

What does that tell us?

Detective, you were right.

Colonel Slayton's
Netflix queue
is loaded with mob movies.

White Heat, GoodFellas,
The Godfather trilogy.

Even stuff as far back
as Little Caesar.

It means Jack Grayson
was blackmailing
Colonel Slayton,

which is pretty good reason
to kill someone.

[ Slayton ]
I spent my whole life
working for the agency.

If I don't get
on that last mission,

my entire career
has been for nothing.

And that's why you paid $10,000
to Jack Grayson--
to shut him up.

Yeah. But that
was weeks ago.

And you flew
into a jealous rage
when you found him with Ashley.

I wasn't jealous.
I mean, I was, but I never
caught them together.

Why would I
do that to myself?
It wasn't gonna last forever.

Another six months and she
would've had everything she
needed to complete her studies.

And then what would you have?
Married to a woman who'd never
love you the way Ashley did.

Staring at the ceiling,
wondering where Ashley was
and with whom.

No.

Well, your Netflix queue
says otherwise.

What in the hell
are you talking about?

Mob movies.
Sleeping with the fishes?

I never rented movies
like that.

Ashley and I loved
date night,

but we couldn't risk
being seen out in public.

So we'd order takeout,
watch date movies--

The Back-up Plan,
The Wedding Planner,
anything with Sandra Bullock.

You sure
you're an astronaut?

I'm telling you, Detective,
as soon as I got
back down to Earth,

I was gonna make
an appointment with my wife
and tell her it was over,

that I was leaving her
for Ashley.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Ringing ]
[ Beeps ]

- Daniel.
- I think I found it.

A gourmet shop a couple blocks
away from the condo
where Grayson was killed.

Someone came in right when
they first opened and bought
the only mackerel they had.

I'm going there now
to see if they have
security footage of the suspect.

- Actually,
that won't be necessary.
- [ Beeps ]

[ Typing ]

It was you, wasn't it?

You went over there
to confront Ashley...

because your husband
had fallen in love
with her--

a threat that you
hadn't factored into your
picture-perfect little family.

And hey,
who could blame you?

Having that part
of your life
all buttoned up...

allowed you to really
throw yourself
into your work.

So you went over there
to confront this threat
to your perfect family,

and something weird
came over you.

Passion,
I think it's called.

Rage. Anger.

Jealousy.

I just wanted to scare her.

I showed up at the condo,
and there was a note
on the door to come in.

I followed
a trail of rose petals
through the living room.

Passed all these candles.

And I saw the pictures
of our two children.

I mean, who does this woman
think she is anyway?

Richard is my husband.

Yeah, but he hasn't felt
like your husband
for a long time.

He felt more like
one of your projects.

We talked.

And-And then this man
came out of the bathroom...

and-- and threw me on the bed
and scared me.

- Yeah, he thought
you were Ashley.
- And I panicked.

I didn't mean to shoot him.

- But once I did--
- You had to finish the project.

According to Netflix,
someone in your household
is a big fan of mob movies,

which came in handy
20 minutes later
when you needed a plan.

And you remembered
that gourmet shop
down on the corner.

Hey, it wasn't perfect,
but it'd do in a pinch.

I... don't understand.

We have the perfect life--

a beautiful home,
two great kids,

careers we both love.

Why did he need this woman?

- Did you ever think to ask?
- Ask?

Yeah. You know, talk?

Communicate?

Forget I brought it up.

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

Mrs. Slayton voluntarily
gave up the murder weapon.

That should make
Lemchen happy-- save
the taxpayers a few bucks.

Yeah, Slayton gets
to keep his seat. Ashley
gets to finish her research.

It might be a little
narcissistic on my part, but
I like to think I had a hand...

in giving Colonel Slayton
and Ashley a chance
to make it work.

I know you didn't talk
like that in Chicago, or
you'd never made it out alive.

Ah, come on, Colleen.
Surely there's a man
out there somewhere...

making your nights
a little sweeter.

My man and my nights
are none of your damn business.

You should worry about
your own love life.

[ Beeps ]

[ Callie ]
I'm really glad you came.

I wanted to apologize
for the way I acted
in the restaurant.

I-- I shouldn't
be alienating...

the one person who could
help me out of this mess.

Well, apology accepted.

And here's what
I think we should do.

As far as the, uh--
the restitution is concerned,
that's out of my control.

You'll still have to make
timely scheduled payments.

I will. I promise.

[ Chuckles ]

Uh, on the other matter,
I don't see any reason...

why I need to make trouble
for someone...

who's just trying
to make the best
of a bad situation.

I mean, you're
a beautiful woman.

[ Laughs ]

And why
would I do that?

I'm not
a bad-looking guy. Right?

So, what I'm thinking is...

maybe we could have
some fun together.

We could
meet here sometimes,

meet at my place,

get a suite
on the state's dime
from time to time.

Wow.

That way
no one has to know
about your legal problems.

So, you mean sex?

Yes. Sex.

And if we have sex,

then you won't turn my case
over to the prosecution?

Cross my heart
and hope to die.

Okay.

Got it.

Good.

No. I mean I got it.
[ Beeps ]

...get a suite
on the state's dime
from time to time.

That way
no one has to know
about your legal problems.

You bitch!

[ Groans ]

Now get your fat ass
out of my house.

[ Coughing ]
Ow.

Ow!

[ Door Closes ]

- [ Imitating Al Pacino ]
Say hello to my little friend.
- Al Pacino, eat your heart out.

- Best gangster ever.
- Ever.

Clearly I did something wrong
if my 13-year-old son's
favorite movie is Scarface.

This is Florida.
Everyone's favorite
movie is Scarface.

How'd the meeting go?

Uh, they accepted
my payment schedule,

so the matter's
completely closed.

It must have been
some proposal you
put on the table.

You have no idea.

Why don't you go
and get dressed,
get your things.

We'll get out of here.
Okay. All right.

Thanks for keeping
an eye on him.

Sure. Anytime.

How's your
Girlfriend Experience?

Also completely over--
Which, by the way,
thank you.

I--
No, it was really
good to know...

that a detached woman
is capable of love,

which I assume means
a woman in love is
capable of being detached.

Oh, yeah, when we need to be.

[ Footsteps Approaching ]

Okay.

Say good-bye
to your little friend.

All right, later.
Later.

Be good.
All right, you too.

Hey, Callie.

Sweet dreams.

Sure. Sweet dreams.

Yeah.

"Sweet dreams"? Idiot.