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** [ Rock ]
Come on, baby!
Let's go!

[ Bell Ringing ]
[ Laughing, Shouting ]

Wow!
Let's go hit the tables.

[ Blowing Horn ]
I'm gettin' married!
I'm gettin' married!

I'm gettin' married!

Whoo-hoo!

** [ Ends ]
[ Cheering ]

[ Man On P.A. ]
Ladies and gents, give it up
for Blues Rock Boogie!

They'll be back in 30 minutes.

** [ Rock ]

Twenty-one.

There we go.
Nice.

Nineteen.

[ Cheering, Laughing ]

- [ Woman ] Oh, my God!
- Yeah! Yeah!

Ladies, let's win
some money.
All right. All right.

Okay.
All right. What number?
What number?

Twenty-seven.
No, no, no, no!
Fifteen! Fifteen!

Hey!
What's the deal?

Okay.

- [ Man ]
No, no! Don't put it on--
- No more bets.

Come on!
Come on!

- [ Woman ] Twenty-seven!
- Yeah!

Come on.
Come on.

Twenty-seven!

[ Glass Shattering ]

[ Screaming, Shouting ]

[ Man ]
Freaky!

So, this is the famous
Blues Rock Casino.

Pretty big.

[ Woman ]
Hotel, pool,
concert venues, restaurants.

[ Jim ]
And until this morning,
glass skylight.

You were the first
officer on scene?

Investigating officer.

Oh. Sorry.

The uniform...
put me off.

[ Woman ]
F.D.L.E. doesn't
make you wear one?

[ Jim ]
Well, they try.

Detective Josie Tigertail.
Wow. Really?

That's a name you don't
hear every day.

Unless you're
a Seminole Indian.

Welcome to the res,
Longworth.

Victim was 58, female.
Seminole.

Her name's Sally Bird.
She was a casino executive.

Vice president
of operations.

Says here she's
a tribal elder?
A very important tribal elder.

She fell from the 12th floor
of the hotel overlooking
our casino's skylight.

Jumped, tripped or pushed?
Good question.

That's why I'm here.
Actually, you're here
because I wanted you here.

Not you, per se.
F.D.L.E.

Tribal Police don't have
the forensic resources you have.
[ Cheering, Shouting ]

I need your help.
But let me be clear.

This is still
my investigation.

Yet you want
and need me.

You don't do uniforms,
I don't do partners.

It's nothing personal.
Just easier. You mind?

Me? I have no mind.

So, where's
the victim?

- Yeah. About that.
- They moved the body?

The casino workers were upset.
They were trying to help.

Before the coroner
could see it?

Don't get your panties
in a twist.
We're in a casino.

There'll be plenty
of surveillance footage.

- Called it yet?
- No. Can you believe this?

Whoa!
Did you see that?

What?
She just moved.

She what?

[ Sighs ]

- She has a pulse.
Her breathing is weak.
- She's bradycardic.

She's alive!
What? No.

Watch out, Detective.
We have to get this woman
to a hospital.

- We have to get her there
right now!
- Now?

Now!

[ 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.

- I thought you'd be
in an ambulance.
- We couldn't wait.

Had to get her
out of there.
What do we have?

We've got...
a dead woman.

Time of death:
11:07 a.m.

Don't make me lie for you
like that again.

- Wait. You knew she was dead?
- It was an emergency.

Yeah, for his ego.
If I'd call time of death
at the casino on tribal land,

Tribal Police will be
in charge of the case
instead of him.

- Sorry I asked.
- And you'd be sorry
you didn't--

Ask, I mean.
It's a really
interesting case.

Very interesting.
[ Carlos ]
Hey.

Look what I found...
in the victim's pocket.

I keep making your life easier.

Only if it's a signed
confession from the killer.
It's close.

It's a suicide note.

Yeah? A signed confession
from-- No.

Uh, you're welcome.

[ Engine Starts ]

People don't realize,
but a lot of homicides...

are actually solved
by the coroner.

Autopsies are the most
important part of a case.

You know,
I've never seen one.
Are you serious?

Yeah.
Come by later.
I'll show you.

Really? Thanks.

Excuse me. I'm looking
for Detective Longworth.

Brown hair, blue eyes,
kind of a pretty boy.

- And you would want him for--
- He messed with my body.

You are talking
about a case, right?

Of course. The man's
a grade-A pain in my ass.

Yeah. That's how it starts.
Uh, you just missed him.

Damn. You know
where he went?

[ Siren Wailing ]

[ Siren Continues ]

Hey. Fancy meeting you here.

You didn't signal when you
changed lanes back there.

Would it have mattered
if I had?

License and registration.

Really? You're that mad?
Step out of
the car, sir.

Is that your gun in there?
No. I'm just
happy to see you.

But, um,
this is my badge.

I'm on duty.
Not on the reservation
you're not.

You're not authorized.

In fact, you can't
do anything without
Tribal Police with you.

You can't make arrests.
You can't conduct
interviews.

Okay, listen, Josie--

Detective Tigertail
to you.

Do you think you can
let me off this once?

Sure.
I'm warning you that...

for the duration
of this investigation,

you're gonna share
information with me
and keep me in the loop.

Or else? Hey.

You wanna play bad cop,
gotta back it up.

[ Water Splashes ]

Or else you won't
get very far.

[ Jim ]
Clapton's guitar.
Bonham's drumsticks.

What happened here?

In the chaos after
the body fell, some pieces
were stolen off the wall.

Blues Rock has the most
valuable collection of music
memorabilia in the world.

Everything from
Buddy Holly's jacket
to Madonna's lingerie.

We're gonna need surveillance
for this whole area and a list
of the items that were stolen.

Well, you said I needed
to go through you.

[ Man ]
Sorry. Tribal Police.
We've gotta check that guitar.

No way, man.
This guitar belongs to me,
not the casino.

I'm in the house band--
Blues Rock Boogie.

See the poster?
That's me.

That's an electric guitar.
This one's acoustic.

- Mind your own business.
- This is our business.

Hey, hey, ladies, gents.
There's no need to tussle.

We're all
a little frazzled,
but let's be cool.

It's the guitar.
They won't let me leave.

This couldn't be stolen.

Not even vintage.
Check the sound hole label.

Made in 2008.
And look at this.

Her name
is on the strap.

Angie Sweet. She's good,
but sweet Angie's...

actually ain't being displayed
in the Blues Rock Casino
just yet.

We cool?
Yeah, we're cool.

Oh. He's F.D.L.E.,
so make sure to grab
his badge and I.D.

[ Chuckles ]

Go ahead.

Someone must've been
pretty angry with Sally
to do this.

I know people were upset
when she pushed tribal council
to buy the casino.

She was also on the committee
that verifies tribal membership.

She keep people
out of the tribe?

No. Tribal constitution
determines who gets in.

Yeah. She just
enforced those laws.

No. You're right.
Probably a lot of people
who wanted to kill Sally.

Yeah,
including Sally.

It's a suicide note
we found in her pocket.

When were you going
to tell me about this?
I'm telling you now.

So she owned
a hotel suite
in the penthouse?

Twelfth floor.
All of the casino
executives had one.

I can't believe
she jumped.
She didn't.

Is this her suicide note
or not?

The suicide note's
right here on her computer.

But the num lock's on.

"I've done things
I'm not proud of.
I've hurt a lot of people."

She seemed so strong,
so together.
But her manicure was a mess.

The nail polish on
both hands was all smudged,
like she'd just done it.

See the nail polish
bottle on the table?
Cap's not on properly.

So, she did her nails.

But when I came in,
I saw nail polish
on the doorknob.

Oh. Maybe she opened the door
to let someone in.

Yeah, exactly.
Two things you don't do when
you're about to commit suicide--

get gussied up,
let people into
your room.

This suicide note
is a fake.

I wonder what
Sally was watching
when she did her nails.

Um--
[ Beeps ]

Poker, blackjack
and craps.

This guy's winning.
Or he could be cheating.

Casinos don't keep surveillance
on honest players.

[ Jim ]
No reason to.
The honest ones are losing.

[ Beeps ]
You know what?
Take those DVDs into evidence.

Give them to Daniel
at the lab.
[ Door Closes ]

I am a detective.
I am not your assistant.

Well, it's about time
you people show up.

Are you Tribal Police?
She is.

I'm F.D.L.E.
Okay, good.

I'm the one that saw
the suicide note
on Sally's computer.

I still can't believe
Sally killed herself.

Maybe she didn't.
Let me guess:
Casino workers let him in.

Yeah, that's right.
I'm sorry. I'm Peter Lang.

I'm vice president
of acquisitions at Blues Rock.

I curate all the memorabilia.
I'm also Sally's
transition man.

He was helping Sally--
I helped Sally learn
the casino business.

It was my job to make sure
she was okay until she could
run things on her own.

She didn't look
like the kind of woman
that needed help.

You're right. She wasn't.
But operating a casino's
kind of a tricky business,

especially if it's run
by the tribe.

Every tribal member gets--

Every tribal member
gets a dividend
of almost $7,000.

Sally was responsible for that.
That could be motive
for some.

Listen, Sally
was tough, okay?

But she was always fair.
She always had the tribe's
best interest at heart,

even if that meant
alienating some of her own
flesh and blood sometimes.

He's talking about
her son Billy--

Her son Billy was
a real troublemaker.

She had to have him banned
from the whole casino.

That must've been
difficult for her.
It was.

He was a real
thorn in her side.
Probably her one failure.

And lately, things
had been getting even worse
between 'em, so--

You said not suicide.
I don't know.

I gotta tell you,
that could have been something
to make her wanna kill herself.

Some people will
do that to you.

Method of death
is definitely not suicide.

Ultraviolet photography
shows...

the bruising on her face
is consistent with
blunt force trauma...

from an irregular object,
like a fist.

She was beat up?
Right before she died.

Defensive wounds?
No, but she grabbed on
to something before she fell.

There was evidence
under her fingernails.
Skin tissue from the killer?

Uh, definitely not skin.

Um, it's inorganic.
I'm having it tested.

- Come closer so you can see.
- I'm good.

Leave her alone.
I don't want her vomiting
on my corpse.

- Gotta toughen up.
- Like you?

The lone wolf.
Work alone, go home alone.

Have one lone friend
who puts up with you
because he has to.

This coming from the cop
who doesn't like partners?

Face it, Longworth.
You're just a man
without a tribe.

[ Carlos ]
Wow.

Not even a day together.
Already, she's got your number.

Don't start.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
Hey.

[ Callie ]
Hey.
I was just calling you.

Yeah.
Uh-- Mm-hmm.

[ Ringing Continues ]

Wanna grab
some dinner?

Uh, I can't.
[ Beeps ]

Carlos said I can
come and watch an autopsy.

Over dinner?
You wanna hang with
a stiff and a dead guy?

Yeah.

- We'll talk later.
- Hey, Callie. Callie. Um--

Are you--
Um, are we--

[ Chuckles ]
I don't know.
I just feel like something's--

Yeah, actually.

Uh-oh.

I don't wanna
do this anymore.

Okay.
What are we doing?

Exactly.

I can't handle
whatever it is that
we're doing right now.

Look, I never meant
to complicate your life
or anything.

Then you know what?
Let's keep it
really simple.

We have a professional
relationship.

Why are you looking
at me like that?
Seriously.

I feel like
you're not hearing me.
I wanna be just friends.

Just friends without waiting
for something else
to happen.

Okay?
Okay.

But friends can still grab--
No, friends can't.

Or, at least--
We can't.

I feel like you're
not hearing me.

No, I am.
I am.

I'm hearing you.

I guess, um--

Well, your corpse awaits.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Siren Wailing
In Distance ]

[ Josie ]
The technology you have
for analyzing fingerprints,

body fluids and D.N.A.
is amazing.

Tribal Police can't
compete with that.

Good morning.
Looks like it. I was
waiting for you outside.

Sorry.
Detective Tigertail
found me.

Oh, please.
Call me Josie.

I've been grilling Dr. Sanchez
about all the resources
you have here at F.D.L.E.

Please.
Call me Carlos.

Shouldn't you be
chopping up corpses
or something?

They're not
going anywhere.

I just wanted to see
these DVDs Josie took
from Sally's hotel room.

Of course, I don't condone
this kind of behavior,

but, uh, this
is pretty amazing.

The casino cameras captured
what looks like three different
con men working scams.

It's hard to tell,
but they're all
sleight-of-hand cons.

Past-posting,
drop box fishing,
the holdout.

Blues Rock always sends us
a list of banned players
with their photos.

- I haven't seen
any of these men.
- Man.

One man, not three,
wearing disguises.

That's right.
How'd you see that?
Of course.

You can change
hair color,
cheeks, lips,

but the one thing
a disguise can't change is
the distance between your eyes.

Hmm. I had
one of our artists
come up with a sketch...

of what the con man
probably looks like.

You said there was
inorganic material underneath
the victim's fingernails?

Mm-hmm.
That's the same kind
of material they use...

in wigs and
prosthetic disguises.

This could be
our killer.

Techs ran his face
through our facial
recognition program.

He's not in the system.
It doesn't matter.
I know who he is.

[ Chattering ]
[ Woman ]
Oh, look. Wow! Whoo!

[ Guttural Growling ]

[ Shutters Clicking ]

[ Josie ] How pathetic.
[ Jim ]
I don't know.

Getting that close
to alligator breath's
gotta be brave at least.

[ Applause ]
Alligators are only aggressive
in their own territory.

You bring it out here,
you can push it around.

[ Applause Continue ]

Hey.

F.D.L.E. I'd like to ask you--
Tribal Police. I'd like to
ask you some questions.

This is my investigation--
You're on tribal land.
Can we not do this now?

What's this about?

We have a search warrant
to search your house,
place and premises.

Why?
[ Josie ]
Billy Bird,

you're wanted for questioning
in the murder of your mother,
Sally Bird.

[ Billy ]
The police called.

They said it was suicide.
Not according
to the coroner.

I can't believe someone
would do this to her.

Stick to swamp tours
and gator wrestling, Billy.

The grieving son act
isn't really
your best routine.

You two weren't
exactly close.
Sally hated all this crap.

A proud Indian putting
himself on display
for tourists.

I am proud. Thanks to
the cheeky craft booths
and Indian villages,

people all over the world
know about Seminole Indians.

It's embarrassing, disgraceful.
I'll tell you
what's disgraceful.

Taking money away
from poor people who really
can't afford to gamble.

Actually, he makes
a good point there.

I was really impressed
with your whole
kissing the alligator thing too.

[ Josie ]
So you were conning
the casino to make a point?

Sally has footage of you
gambling at the casino.

Of course, you were
wearing disguises to hide
your identity from security.

We checked your phone records.
You two hadn't talked
in months.

But two nights ago,
Sally called you.
Talked for 25 minutes.

We were catching up.
I'm sure.

About the $50,000
you stole from Blues Rock
by cheating at the tables?

It's not possible
to steal from a casino.

You know they call slot machines
one-armed bandits?

It does seem like
a victimless crime.

- What?
- Sally didn't think so.

You were stealing money
from the tribe.

We kind of think she called you,
threatened to go to the cops if
you didn't pay the money back.

She didn't wanna turn you in.
That's why she didn't tell
anyone about your scams.

She kept giving you
another chance to
turn your life around.

You threw it back
in her face.
You killed her.

I didn't kill her!
All right?

I couldn't have.
I was here all morning.

Too bad you can't
make the alligators talk.

Your coworkers can't
verify you were here.

They can't verify he wasn't
either. I don't have enough
to get him on murder.

I do...
for casino fraud.

[ Phone Ringing ]

We're executing a search warrant
of Billy's residence
for the disguises.

And he's in your holding cell
no thanks to you.

I was playing good cop
to your bad cop.

You're a very good
bad cop.

So Tech processed
Sally's computer.

There was no traces or
D.N.A. evidence from Billy.

But we did find
a fingerprint on the keyboard
from Peter Lang.

On the number lock key,
I bet.

Only a number cruncher
like Peter would use
the num lock key, right?

Well, that, and he found
the suicide note.
Maybe he wrote it.

Maybe. A file was deleted
from Sally's computer after
she hit the roulette table.

Of course,
just because it's deleted
doesn't mean it's gone.

Bingo!

Thank you.

This is a memo from Sally.

She just wanted to have me
reappraise some of
the casino's memorabilia.

Why? Did she think
some of the pieces were
inaccurately valued?

[ Peter ]
Uh, yeah, yeah.
Something like that.

Listen, there's no point
in really getting into
all that right now, is there?

The point is
you erased the document.

I was upset, okay?
I wasn't thinking.

I certainly wasn't thinking
how it might look, okay?
I just did it.

- Trying to protect yourself?
- No.

[ Sighs ]

All right, listen.
I was protecting Sally.
She was scamming the casino.

- What? No way.
- Scamming how?

Well, the easiest way
to explain it is that...

she was lying to the casino
about some of the items
of memorabilia.

What, claiming the pieces
were worth less?

Yeah. Then she would find
some private collectors...

to buy those
undervalued items
for the true price.

Then pay the casino
the lower value and pocket
the rest for herself.

He's lying.
Sally would never do anything
to harm the tribe.

Well, I agree,
and that's why
this is so surprising.

And, of course,
we can't ask Sally.

You're only pretending
to protect her because
it makes you look less guilty.

I didn't even have
to say anything.
You know what? I'm done.

If you need anything else,
Detective Longworth,
just contact my lawyer.

Please don't sit
on the car.

Actually, I do need
something else.

We gonna get that, uh, list
of the items that were stolen?

Sure. Right away.

It's a nice car.

Hey, Jeff. Hey.
Oh, hey.

What are you doin' here?
I'm waiting for my mom
to take me home.

She's watching
some autopsy.

Two in a row?
Must be good.

Look, cutting up
dead people's gross.
Hey, Longworth.

You are a pain in the ass.
Why didn't you tell me
the evidence report was ready?

I'm sorry.
Is this your son?

[ Both Laugh ]
No. This is
my good friend Jeff.

Jeff, this is
Detective Tigertail.

That's a cool name.
Are you a Seminole Indian?

Hundred percent.
Smart kid.

We read about it
all the time in school.

I didn't know you had
a case on the res.

How do you like working
with Tribal Police?

Oh, I... like it.

I'm learning to be
a good cop.

Detective Tigertail
has a lot of passion
as you can see.

So do you.
He just doesn't want anyone
to know how much he cares.

Yeah. I'm known
as a lone wolf.

Yeah. There's
no such thing.

Wolves are led by
a male and female couple.

Oh. What, did you
read that in school?

No. Everybody knows that
wolves travel in packs.
[ Ringing ]

Oh, crud. I gotta go.
It's great meeting you,
Detective Tigertail.

Bye, Jeff.
Call me Josie.
Hey, Josie--

Not you.

[ Phone Ringing ]
[ Man On Police Radio:
Indistinct ]

I had to get Daniel
to give me a copy
of the evidence report.

I didn't give you a report
because the findings
were inconclusive.

The disguises found
in Billy's house were made
of latex and nylon.

Turns out that's the same
inorganic material Carlos
found under Sally's fingernails.

Turns out
those are similar
and not the same.

I think Billy did it.
There's been bad blood between
him and Sally for years.

Of course, it turns out
Peter has a motive too.

We know he can get
into her room easily.

Is that more
surveillance video?
Yeah.

Just after Sally hit the table.
It's the guests' reactions.
Take a look.

You'll notice they go through
the five stages of death--

denial, anger, bargaining,
depression and looting.

Five stages
casino style.

Turns out some people deal
with the tragedy of death
by stealing.

Is that a tambourine
and a leather jacket
they're taking?

Don't know. Somebody
hasn't got us the list yet.

- What's going on there?
- [ Sets Cup Down ]

Judging by the time code,
this is the first
incidence of looting.

It's blocked by
a scissor lift.
Yeah.

The casino has
a regularly scheduled
maintenance stop right there.

What does any of this
have to do
with Sally's murder?

I don't know.

That's what we're going
back to the casino
to find out.

Hey, Blues Rock Boogie.
Come to hear us play?

No. Ask you some questions.
Did you see anything when that
woman came through the skylight?

Nah.
The band was on break.

I guess you didn't see who got
the leather jacket and
tambourine off the walls either?

No. Why? Are you
looking for those too?

It's just part of
the murder investigation.

You know,
there was something else
taken as well.

Yeah. Honey.

Stovepipe's guitar.

Stovepipe Richmond?
The famous blues guitar player?
You're a fan?

You could say that.
I'm his grandson.

- Michael Richmond.
- Did you take it?

You know, I knew someone
was gonna ask me that.

Why would I do that?
When Honey was on the wall,

at least everybody knew
who old Stovepipe was.

Put him up there with
Hendrix, Clapton and Page.

Did I ask you where you were
during the murder?

On break
with the band.

Ask them.

You really think
I'm a suspect?

This is
a murder investigation.

[ Groans ]

Should've known Tribal Police
was behind this.

Seminoles always gotta treat
everybody else like
they're second-class citizens,

when y'all are
nothin' but a bunch
of drunk Injuns...

collecting casino checks like
it's welfare while everybody
else works for a livin'.

We close?

[ Sighs, Clears Throat ]

Where's the bad cop
when you need her?

Sally probably had to deal
with people like that
all the time.

None of the items are set up
to a security system.

The glass cases
don't look like they
were there for security.

Just to keep the items
from damage.

Casino figures no one
would be bold enough to steal
something off the wall.

Yeah, especially not
where the camera is.

Good old-fashioned
smash and grab.

But here where
Honey was on display,
the lock's broken,

but the glass case
is intact.

- You said Honey was
the first item to be looted.
- Yeah.

Maybe stealing Honey wasn't
a crime of opportunity
like the others.

Whoever stole Honey knew
when the scissor lift
was gonna block the camera.

And that there would be
a big enough commotion
to divert attention away...

from breaking the law
and stealing a guitar.

It was planned.

Sally's death
was a diversion
for stealing Honey.

** [ Blues ]
[ Door Opens ]

[ Callie ]
Jim?

Knock, knock.
[ Door Closes ]

Hello?

Hey.

[ Whispering ]
Jim!

[ Door Closes ]
Hello?

Hi.
Hey.

Josie, right?

Right. Callie?

Yeah.

I didn't realize that
you guys were busy
working on the case.

[ Chuckles ]
You know, he was gonna
tell me about it.

But I was too busy
to talk.

And then
Carlos filled me in,
so I thought I'd just...

drop by some old
Stovepipe CDs I found.

Great.

Thanks.

Okay, well,
I'm gonna get going.

I don't wanna
interrupt that.

Hey. Hey, Callie.

What are you
doin' here?
Leaving.

Josie, it was nice
to see you again.
Yeah. You too.

Yeah, we're just, uh,
workin' on the case.
I can see that.

Yeah, Detective Tigertail
and I were--
[ Josie ] Please.

Call me Josie.

Uh, she brought over
a list of memorabilia
stolen from the casino.

Well, you should
get back to that.
Night.

Night.

You did tell her
we were just workin'
on the case, right?

Is there some reason
why she should care about
what we're doing?

So, the leather jacket
and tambourine turned up
on eBay in a local pawnshop.

The sellers
are both in custody.

But neither one have ties
to Peter or Billy...
or Sally for that matter.

And Honey's still missing?
Yeah.

But compared to the others,
Honey isn't worth much.

The leather jacket
was appraised at 35,000.

The tambourine
was going for 10.

Yeah, Honey
was only appraised
as $4,300.

That's because
nobody cares about
Gregory "Stovepipe" Richmond.

Not true.

You see, uh--
[ Clears Throat ]

Sally Bird wasn't
no friend of mine.

Had my guitar up there
in that hotel.

Wouldn't even
"complimentarize" me
a room.

And I'm part Seminole.

But she didn't wanna
hear that.

Yeah, wasn't about
to let an old bluesman
into her tribe.

You keep talkin' like that,
he's liable to think
that you killed her.

[ Laughing, Coughing ]

Oh, here, here,
here, here.

[ Coughing ]
Take your pills.

[ Sighs ]
Thank you, Little Tiny.

Your last name is Smalls.
Is that why they call you
Little Tiny?

No.

[ Stovepipe ]
Well, now,
if what he said is true--

and I am truly sorry
anyone would lose
their life over a guitar,

even old misery guts
Sally Bird--

but I understand.

Honey was
the sweetest guitar
you'd ever wanna hear.

- Why did you sell her?
- He didn't.

My father
always said...

that guitar
was who I was.

Even if
I had nothin',

a little bit of Honey
would get me somethin'.

So how did Honey end up
at the Blues Rock?

They bought her from
my record company.

The record company
took it from me.

Said I owed an advance
of my royalties.

Before that, my--
my father won it
in a poker game...

from a Pullman porter
took it from
Robert Johnson hisself.

Yeah, Robert Johnson was
the greatest blues guitarist
ever lived.

You ever
heard of him?

Yes, sir.
Made a deal with the devil at
the crossroads for his talent.

A lot of people
made that deal.

You want Honey's
full provenance,
you talk to Mr. Lang.

- He's got it.
- Peter Lang?

- He worked with Sally.
- What is a provenance?

It's a document.

Collectors use it
to verify history.

You know, ownership.

It's the only way
to establish
the real value of a thing.

And why would Peter Lang
have Honey's provenance?

I don't know.

But he asked me
to sign some papers,

talkin' about
Honey's pedigree.

And you got paid too.

[ Chuckling ]
[ Laughing ]

Five hundred dollars.

Me and the wife
gave it to our youngest
for her kids.

Hmm. But can you
imagine that?

Five hundred dollars
just to sign
a piece of paper.

Yes, sir.
That does seem
hard to believe.

I wanna go to the mall.
There are a bunch
of new video games--

I said no talking until
we finish our homework.

[ Scoffs ]

Can we have Jim
over for dinner?
Jeff!

Yeah, sure.
We could do that.

And his girlfriend?

How do you know
he has a girlfriend?

I met her
at the station.

Josie, right?

They work together.

[ Chuckles ]
Oh. Looks like
more than work to me.

You're 13.
What do you know
about it?

Okay, Mom.

So can we have 'em over?

Uh--
I don't know, sweetie.

It'll be fun.

Me, you,

Jim, Josie.

I'll think about it.

Okay.

** [ Josie Mimicking Guitar ]

I can't get that song
from last night
out of my head.

What's that?
Casino's files
regarding the memorabilia.

You wanna talk
to Stovepipe today?

Already did.
You went without me?

He doesn't live on
the reservation, even though
he says he's Seminole.

Him and everyone else
in Florida.

How do you know
someone is Seminole?

They have to meet
the requirements.
Which are?

For one,
a current tribe member
has to sponsor you.

Then you have to be
directly related to a Seminole
listed on the 1957 tribal roll.

And you have to have
the birth certificate
to prove...

one of your grandparents
was a full-blooded Seminole.

Sounds like a lot.
It's a lot of money.

What, 7,000 a year,
right?
A year?

You mean close to
7,000 a month
for each family member.

Roughly 330,000
for a family of four.

Per year?
Wait a minute.

- Does that mean you
get that kind of money?
- I'm in the tribe.

And still on the job.
Yeah, just like you.

How much does Chicago P.D.
pay out for the bullet
you took in your... cheek?

With that kind of money,
Gregory could have bought Honey
back from the Blues Rock.

Not quite. I went through
the casino's files
regarding the memorabilia.

Did you find something
called a provenance?
Yeah.

Based on the history,
Honey's true worth
is 1.2 million dollars.

Did you know Honey was
once owned by Robert Johnson?

Peter Lang
knew that too.

I checked online, pawnshops,
auction houses.
Honey still hasn't turned up.

I know where she is.
Get in.

Looks like your
brake light is out.
Want me to check it?

Uh, no.
Actually, that's okay,
'cause I'm kind of--

Excuse me. Why?

Hello, Honey.

I guess we'll be
taking you in
for questioning.

The top is Sitka spruce.
Strong but complex.
Rich.

The neck is mahogany.
The fingerboard and bridge
is ebony.

Classic.
Used on violins.

The body is dreadnought.

The bass response
on this is full-bodied.
It's magnificent. See?

Even the sound hole label
is hand-drawn.
It's one of a kind.

I'm impressed.
So am I.

- [ Knocking ]
- The plywood in this
guitar case is so strong.

It's durable.

You make it sound
so beautiful.
You must be a fan.

[ Chuckles ]
Of catching murderers.

If that means understanding
how a guitar works,

or delving into the mind
of a somewhat deranged,

maladjusted
F.D.L.E. detective,
then so be it.

What about collecting evidence?
Can you do that?

Done. There were several
short and thin threads
in the case...

about the length of a fingernail
and the thickness
of a strand of hair.

Inorganic material like
under Sally's nails?

Great minds.
Chemical composition
was the same. It's nylon.

Diameter and texture
from the strands
in the case...

were identical
to the material found
under Sally's nails.

Guitar's case
is the killer's.
Good cop or bad cop?

Definitely bad cop.

[ Beeps ]

Is it not obvious to you
that I'm being framed here?

The only thing that's obvious
is you had Honey in
the backseat of your car.

Somebody left it
on my doorstep, okay?

The killer--
the real killer--
he obviously got scared.

He realized
he couldn't sell it.
That's a good story.

Like the one you told about
Sally scamming the casino,
when really it was you.

- I didn't do
anything wrong here.
- You deleted an e-mail.

And you told Sally
Honey was worth $4,300.

But you were the only one
who knew it was really worth
1.2 million.

Appraisals are subjective.
It's not an exact science.

[ Chuckles ]
Not when you're off by
more than 1.1 million dollars.

[ Josie ]
You couldn't just walk out
of the casino with a guitar.

Even if no one noticed,
the cameras would see you.

It wasn't hard for you to
figure out when the scissor lift
would block the camera.

Sally was on to you.
I didn't do anything.

If Honey went missing,
Sally would know it was you.
I--

You had to get her
out of the way.

You went up to her room,
beat her up--

- Ruined a good manicure.
- and threw her
off the balcony.

Sally smashing into a roulette
table was a great distraction
for stealing a guitar.

Question is,
who helped you?

You couldn't kill Sally
and steal Honey
at the same time.

So which part
did you do?
I didn't kill Sally!

- Then you stole the guitar.
- No, I didn't!
Okay, look. I admit it.

I appraised some
of the memorabilia
for less than it was worth.

That's it.
I did not kill Sally, and
I did not steal the guitar.

[ Phone Ringing ]

We got him
dead to rights.
I don't know.

You heard him confess.
Yeah, to a crime he hasn't
actually committed yet.

You're just disagreeing
to disagree with me.
No.

I'm disagreeing
because I disagree.

Are you gonna
arrest him or not?

I'm thinking not.

Peter's house
is still being processed.

This is just the evidence
from Peter's office.
What's this?

This black band around
the poster is sometimes
manufactured out of nylon.

- I like the poster.
- Yeah?

I bet Bon Jovi and Poison
are your favorite bands, right?

- Can I take this?
- I don't know. Can you?
You got hands. Go ahead.

Does that warrant
cover the casino,
or just Peter's office?

Office. Why?

- Please don't tell me
you wanna search the casino.
- Okay. I won't.

- Where are you going?
- You told me
not to tell you.

You're getting a warrant!
The casino.

Tell Josie
I'll meet her there.

What do you think?
The nylon fibers
from the guitar case...

and from under Sally's nails
could have come from that.

[ Jim ] Is that wig
Michael's or Angie's?
Michael's. But she has one too.

They were
in it together.
How do you wanna play this?

Straight, like partners.

Let them
play the games.

See which one
cracks first.

Is that a new
guitar case, Angie?
What, that?

I've always had that.

Yeah, it's still got
the U.P.C. sticker on it.

[ Chuckles ]
I must have forgotten
to take it off.

I guess you forgot
to bring it to work
the other day too.

Holding your guitar
by the neck--
I thought that was odd.

A professional musician
doesn't have a case
for her instrument.

What happened to
your old guitar case?

She used it to steal
Honey from the casino.

And once you realized we were
investigating stolen objects
as part of the murder,

you knew you couldn't
get away with it.

You wanted to return Honey,
but you couldn't risk bringing
it back into the casino.

Giving it back to Peter
was the next best thing.

Didn't hurt that
it made him look guilty.

Not as guilty
as Michael here though.

- I have an alibi.
- You mean accomplice.

The rest of the band said
you and Angie were together
during the break.

We looked through
your apartment.

Found the suicide note
that you forged for Sally
on your computer.

It was created two days
before she was killed.

What? Two days?

Now, Angie, don't--
No.

- You said it was an accident.
- Yeah.

I mean, no.

Look, I said it was an accident.
I meant that Sally
killed herself.

No. No, that's not
what you said.

That's not what he said.
Michael, I never
would have done this--

Shut up!
We're gonna sit down.

- What did you drag me into?
Two days?
- Never would have done what?

Nobody was supposed
to get hurt, okay?
He said it was an accident,

that he didn't mean
to kill Sally.

- But you planned this?
- That's not true.

- What was supposed to happen?
- A diversion.

He was just supposed
to create a diversion.

- What kind of diversion?
- Pyrotechnics.
A preloaded flash pot.

We use them in the show.
I heard the commotion
in the casino,

but I didn't know it was
because Sally was killed.

So Michael killed Sally,
and you stole the guitar.

No. No, Angie.
Don't do this.

Yeah.

I stole Honey.

But I did it for Stovepipe.
The man was a freakin' legend.

He never got
the recognition or the respect.
Now it's too late.

What do you mean,
too late?

He's dying.

Michael took him to
the doctor last week.

It's cancer.

And-And Honey
was who he was,
you know?

We just wanted to give
the man his guitar back
before he passed.

And I shouldn't have done it.
It was stupid, and I--

I didn't know Michael was
gonna kill Sally, I swear.

Bitch deserved it!

Sally Bird took everything
from my grandfather--

his guitar,
his identity.

She wouldn't let him
into the tribe.

We tried to prove it,
but she said he didn't have
authentic papers.

She broke his heart.

No.

No, that was all you.

[ Handcuffs Clicking ]

I never thought
I'd see her again.

I'd be honored
if you played something.

[ Stovepipe Chuckles ]
No, no.

Probably sound terrible
after all this time.

Really sorry
how things turned out.

Your father always said
Honey was a part of you.
What'd he mean by that?

Just his way of
lettin' me know that...

I was meant to be
a bluesman.

Wanted me to feel good
about myself.

A bluesman...
and part Seminole Indian.

That's right.

But you could never prove
the Seminole Indian part...

until now.

Found that on
the sound hole label.

Guessing
your father put it there
for safekeeping.

Probably thought that
Honey will be there with you
for the rest of your life.

What is it?
It's a birth certificate
for Darrel Bobby.

It's an authentic
birth certificate.

That's my grandfather.

He was born Azariah Panther
of the Panther clan.

Full-blooded Seminole.
Name's on the tribal roll.

Your father's right.
Honey is a part of you.

You are
part of the tribe.

Now that you have your
grandfather's certificate,
you qualify.

Josie's gonna sponsor you
to get in.

It'll be an honor.

- At least I have something
to leave the grandkids.
- What about Honey?

Honey still belongs
to the Blues Rock.

But for now,

take your time.

Thanks for sponsoring him.
Sure.

But now I want
something from you.
A recommendation.

F.D.L.E.'s holding
a training academy for
new recruits in Tallahassee.

You're gonna leave
Tribal Police?

Only so I can come back
as a chief someday.

After working this case
and with you, I realize
I need more experience.

Oh, you seem pretty
experienced to me.

A recommendation
from an F.D.L.E. agent
guarantees me...

an automatic interview
for the academy.

Wait. Does this mean
you'll be working
for the F.D.L.E.?

Is that okay with you?
You can come by later
and pick it up.

** [ Guitar: Blues ]

** [ Continues ]

Ah.

Grab a beer.
I'm fine, thanks.

Hey.
You busy?

Very,
as you can see.

Alone?
Yeah.

Jeff wants to invite
you and Josie over for dinner.

He seems to think that
she's your new girlfriend.
I think it's a terrible idea.

What? Inviting someone
for dinner, or Josie
being my new girlfriend?

Both.

I'm confused.
Are we just friends?

I mean, I-- I know
what you said, so--

- What do you want?
- I don't know.

Okay, that's a lie.
I-I do know.

Okay.
Let's hear it.

That. That--
That's what I want.