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What's with that urking sound?

1200 bucks. I like to refer to it as white noise.

- You seriously got a new car, man. - That thing is a classic, Jordan.

Not like this thing, though. This is a sweet ride.

Not so sweet for the dead guy.

Gotta hand it to him, though. At least he went out in his style.

High rolling weekend in Vegas. A little gamblin', little boozin' little trollin'..

You know what they say. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

- You have a problem with that? - You wanna head out there and put your life savings on red, be my guest.

But don't think the Montecito Resort & Casino is set up to let you win.

They just want you to think that way.

Excuse me! Excuse me!

This is suppose to be a secure crime scene. Who are they?

I'm Samantha Jane Marquez. Sam. This is Danny McCoy.

We're from the Montecito Resort & Casino. We're from Las Vegas.

You're not suppose to be here. They're not suppose to be here.

Montecito made arrangements.

Some concierge service. This guy have a name?

Tommy O'Brian.

He's a whale. What you'd call a high roller.

Interesting appendage. I'm guessing this is why your hotel made arrangement?

That's 3 million in cash. Look, I need to tell you guys what happened.

Yeah, I think you do. Approximate 3 millimeter depression to his temple.

Let me guess. He tripped.

No. I.. I hit him.

I know how this looks.

But the guy was out of control. He was all over Sam and wouldn't back down. So I hit him.

You must have a pretty wicked left hook.

Actually, right cross.

Which I'm guess fractured his temporal bone severing the middle meningeal artery.

And this case here, it's been tampered with.

Someone was trying to get it off, or get it open.

- We were trying to secure it. - Yeah, I'm sure you were.

You know what this case looks like to me? 3 million pieces of motive.

Listen, man. I said...

Easy. Easy. You gonna hit me too?

No, I... It was an accident.

Here in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts we don't call it an accident.

We call it manslaughter.

I made a statement. I told you I hit him. I didn't meant to hurt him.

I was just trying to stop him. I was defending her.

See, nomally I'd go with you don't know your own strength, but...

Then I checked you out. Ex special Ops. Trained killer. Spooky.

- I threw one punch. - Case in point.

This Tommy O'Brien was a bad guy. So we marked the cash, and we were gonna try to follow it.

- Why did you mark the cash? - I can't tell you that.

Oh, man. This sounds straight outta one of those Elmore Leonard novels.

You think I'm lying?

So give me a polygraph.

Guy trained like you, you'd be able to fool it.

See, Danny, I got like a sixth sense for these sort of things.

And that sixth sense is telling me...

3 million in cash is a sweet bonus on a security guard's salary.

- Head of security. - Whatever.

And I'm around millions of dollars every day.

How stupid I look to kill a guy knowing that I'm gonna be the prime suspect?

Everybody looks stupid when they get caught.

I need to make sure that that money is secure.

Don't worry about that money. It's safe at the morgue.

Evidence that rolls in with that body, stays with the body.

3 million dollars? They can't make sure that kinda money is safe.

That's how we do it here in Boston.

Besides.. I think you have more important things to worry about.

I think I'd like to make that call now.

All present and accounted for.

The adventures I could have with this a lot.

Dream on. You run the prints of the impermeable case?

That's what I came to tell you.

Casino's boy's prints are all over it. And those of his tasty traveling companion.

Well Well Well.

Something turn on Mr. O'Brien's fake ID?

Yeah. His prints are a match. 12 times over.

He's got driver's licenses in a dozen states.

All with different names. Eliot Sparks...Thadeus Therow

Multiple ID, multiple sex partners. His body was covered in female DNA.

Saliva, pubic hair, not to mention traces of cocaine up his nose.

Regular poster boy for Vegas.

Guess our guy did have a reason for slugging him.

Nige.

Remind me if I ever think about chaining a tamper proof case to my wrist.

Not to.

Wanna give me a hand?

This place is like a small kingdom.

Money can't buy everything.

I don't know why I let you talk to me into this. This is ridiculous.

You said she wouldn't let go. Now if you guys yank her off, they smear everything.

What do we got?

Maid said the mother came home about an hour and a half ago. Found the kid here.

- That's Florence Mills. That's her name? - Yeah.

Look, we've been waiting an hour. Would you make this quick so I can get in and do my job?

How about you give me some space so I can do my job?

Mrs. Mills?

I'm Lily Lebowski.

These police officers, the medical examiner, they...

they need to examine your son so they can try and find out who did this.

If I let him go, he will...

You won't.

You won't ever have to let him go.

He'll always be with you.

Can I help you?

Give me your hands.

Kid was supposed to be up in his room studying for some trig test.

Must have needed a study break.

- Did you find a weapon? - Nope.

No motive yet either.

Dr. Cavanaugh.

Oop, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.

What are you doing here?

I was just looking for the ladies room, and...

I mean, at the morgue.

I wanted to keep an eye on the money while Danny sorts things out.

This isn't bad.

Electronic entry, video surveillance.. It's not Vegas, but...

You know, visitors aren't really allowed down here unescorted.

I'm not sure why we started off on the wrong foot.

We're not on the wrong foot. Actually, you're just kind of in the wrong place.

Yeah...

Listen...

I've had a really bad day.

Nothing like watching a guy die in front of you, being cooped up with the corpse,

and then having your friend arrested for kiiling him.

Yeah, well, I'm very sorry that your friend got himself into trouble. But...

as you can see, our security system is just fine.

Well, I guess that's good to know.

Spiral fractures.

Someone took extra care to do this special. Just kept on twisting.

Anatomical neck, head humerus, capitulum..

Not a single defensive wound. So either he knew the killer...

Or the killer suprised him from behind.

You know I understand that the mother was overwrought but she didn't make our job any easier.

Her trace is all over the...

That's weird.

His canine tooth is been pulled.

Who takes a tooth as a souvenir?

Maybe...someone with the wig.

- Looks synthetic. - If it's a wig, we might be able to trace it.

Garret?

Renee Walcott is in your office.

What's going on, Renee? You've been dodging me for months and all all of sudden you have to see me right now?

I guess I should explain.

Pretty sure I understand the mechanics of it.

Yeah, I know you do.

So when were you gonna tell me?

It's not yours.

My ex.

No, it's none of my business apparently.

I met him for a drink and...

One thing led to a mother?

Listen. I'll take whatever flak you wanna lob my way.

But right now, I need to talk to you about Jefferson Mills.

Of course you do.

This killing is a priority. Whoever did it is a monster.

I think our monster left a calling card.

What is it, Bug?

I just found a partial print on the body.

Back of the ankle. I think we may have our killer.

I'm saying it's called chivalry. Some guy hitting on your friend, they won't stop, won't let go.

- We're not talking about me. - Someone's doing that. They won't back down?

You back them down.

You're wrong about Danny.

I've been waiting 15 minutes.

Yeah. I was just getting wome coffee.

Yeah. I can see.

Excuse me.

I was not getting played.

"You're wrong about Danny" Please, she's so a suspect, Woody.

With an inordinate interest in money. I'm gonna have security escort her out.

Jordan. We know the guy did it. He confessed.

No, the punch didn't kill him. His temporal bone was intact.

- No bleeding. No hemorrhage. - What about the indentation on his head?

Look, he got hit. That's all. If you ask me, his story was meant to cover for something.

Or someone.

So, how this guy died?

Ventricular fibrillation.

- A heart attack? - Only there's no signs of heart desease, no defects.

- Which means? - Normally, I'd think poisons.

But tox screens came negative. Except for cocaine.

Cocaine has a very short half life. It only kills you when it's spiking.

Not on the way down. Looks like this guy did cocaine in Vegas.

So what stopped this guy's heart?

What are these? Some kind of burns?

Yep. All over his torso.

This tissue was cooked from the inside out. Sign of electrocution.

You telling me "rent a cop" fried him?

I'm saying SOMEBODY did. If you can find on that plane that can deliver a charge,

maybe we can figure out who.

Go away!

Can I help you?

- Dr. Macy? - Yeah.

I'm Ed Deline.

My hotel owns the plane that you're holding hostage. The one with the dead body.

M.E on that case is Dr. Cavanaugh. You can make an appointment with her in the morning.

Yes, I could. But you see, I wanna talk to you.

We have.. the situation.

Unfortunately, your police don't know what the hell they're doing.

They're trying to pin this death on one of my employees

and I'm sure they're no doubt pushing you to rubber stamp it.

I don't rubber stamp anything.

See, I kind of know how things work.

All due respect, you don't know how I work or my people.

All due respect, why don't you tell me what your people have found?

Like I said, I don't rubber stamp things.

I don't hand out autopsy reports in the middle of an investigation.

Especially to someone vested in the case.

It's your plane. It's your employee. Both of which are being held for good reason.

You don't know me.

So I'm gonna let that go.

But if you think for one sec that you're running this show,

you're gonna find out you're sadly mistaken.

Excuse me, won't you?

I got nothing, Nigel. You find anything?

Well, it seems the Challenger 800 comes equipped with a full galley kitchen.

Including a lovely set of Messermeister cutlery.

One boudoir with prima cotton sheets.

And...

An F30C stun gun.

Shocker.

I'm guessing this is our electrocutioner's weapon of choice.

We know the stun gun was registered to the pilot.

And there's 2 sets of prints. And neither are his.

Well, one's dead match for our boy from booking.

And the other?

So the question is.. who's covering for whom?

They must have gone the other way.

What? What is it? What's wrong?

- The 3 million dollars... - It's gone.

Hey, it's Hoyt. I'm gonna need the preliminary report on that vault ASAP.

Thank you. Whoa, where are you taking him?

- He's been released. - I don't think so.

Hard as it maybe for you to believe, Detective. You're in way over your head.

Keep him here. Keep him here. I gotta call to make. Keep him right there.

That won't be necessary.

I'm sorry. You are...?

Well, gee. I guess I'm the guy over your head.

You know what? I really don't care who you are.

I got a probable murder weapon with his prints on it, and his associate's prints on it. Excuse me.

- I don't know what it is you think you have... - Hey. Either you did it,

or you helped your friend Sam cover it up.

Personally, my money's on him. Either way, he's not walking outta here. Excuse Me!

Excuse me.

Would you please allow me to give you a little advice?

Don't ever raise your voice to me again!

Ok. Sir...

Maybe I haven't been clear with you, so I'm gonna explain the situation. Here's what's gonna happen.

No. No. No. See... Here's what's gonna happen. I'll tell you.

You're gonna do anything that you possibly can to clear Danny.

And then, he's gonna figure out who it was that stole the money right out from under your noise.

Right. It's actually common here in Massachusetts to allow

murder suspects to participate in investigations.

Well, I guess it is now since I talked your Commissioner.

My people as luck would have it they happen to know a thing or two about vault security.

So now, if you have any further questions for me or Ms. Marquez,

pick up a phone, jump on a plane, I don't care. I'm leaving.

I'll call you when I get to Vegas.

You wanna give me a ride to the morgue, or.. should I just catch a cab?

It's going to be okay. You'll see, Mom.

- Renee. - This the guy that matched the print?

Look.

I'm not gonna let you do this. This is ridiculous.

Somebody has to explain the evidence.

- My client is not gonna say anything. - That's right.

That kid had 17 bones snapped.

They didn't snap.

Amanda, don't say another word.

But I did it.

They didn't snap. More like a pop, or a crunch.

You're saying that this.. this little girl.. did you see that crime scene?

The print that you found on the body is hers.

And she just confessed.

The killer surprised Jefferson Mills from behind.

The first blow was to the base of the skull. The weapon was swung upwards

by someone shorter than the victim.

With a weapon like a golf club or a baseball bat, you don't need to be that strong.

The weapon creates the force to do the damage.

Then the killer went to work on the arms. Started twisting, more than once around.

It takes a full revolution before the shoulder pops.

A little girl could do that?

It doesn't take much to force a bone past the breaking point.

The torque provides the pressure to do the damage.

Like a pop, or a crunch.

Could you give us a minute?

- So what are you gonna do? - What do you think? Indict her. Put her on trial.

Okay. I think we should slow down.

- Forensics. Confession. Am I missing something? - There's no murder weapon and no motive.

Her father is a bigot. He tried his damndest to keep the Mills family from moving in

and corrupting the neighborhood.

Bad blood seems to have been playing out between the kids. Broken windows. Stolen bike.

Maybe he did it.

The girl is a psychopath, Garret.

Did you hear one iota of remorse in her voice?

Look, she's playing cold. She's playing remorseless.

Maybe she did it. Maybe she didn't. I'm just saying that you need to slow down.

If that's a professional dig, I'll take it under advisement.

If it's personal..

Oh, hey. It's our murder suspect slash investigative helper.

You're cute. Not funny, but definitely cute.

- This thing ring a bell? - We keep one on the plane just in case.

- The prints are all over it. - And you think that that's the murder weapon?

In order to confirm it, we have to try it out on live flesh.

Our criminologist volunteered. He should be here any second.

Why wait?

Actually.. the torso's better. We dialed it down.

You sure about this?

Go ahead, Doc. Make my day.

Ready?

They teach you that in the Marines, did they? Ways to withstand torture.

- Here you go. - Thanks, Nige. This one shouldn't hurt.

It's an X-Met. X-ray tube based XRF alloy analyzer.

See, each stun gun has its own signature.

Well..

Looks like your story might just hold up.

Gee, you think?

I'm gonna find out what really happened on that plane.

Now button up your shirt.

The video feeds were cut before the heist, but..

the thief had to get in to disable them, right?

Yeah, but there's nothing.

Whatever we find I'm betting Lieutenant McCoy had something to do with it.

Hate to say it but the guy seems legit.

Yeah, it's funny how you've changed your tune about all things Vegas since 5-Card Stud disrobed.

- He's still in the vault? - I got two uni's on him.

I'm not about to let him or his little brunette counterpart bury any evidence against them.

See, now her I don't trust. 100 bucks says that Sam's our thief.

Or that Deline guy himself with that death grip.

He's got some wacky covert background I can't even access.

- It's her. - No, Nigel. I will..

No. No. No. I mean it's her. Look who I just found sneaking into our electrical room.

We got her.

No, I'm not so sure. She walks differently.

It's a girl thing. Can you enhance that?

Watch this.

- There. - She's not even facing the camera.

Yeah. But her reflection is.

- It's not Sam. - Who is she?

I don't know.

But whoever she is...

she should've kept her hands to herself.

- Believe me now? - Yeah. You're a real boy scout.

If the alpha males would please return to their respective corners,

The 3 million dollars goes to..

Madeline Pillsbury.

And it looks like she's been one naughty girl.

It's from her bedroom.

But it doesn't match the synthetic hair we found.

Why would an 11 year old girl confess to a murder she didn't commit?

I hate to say it, but the girl is a textbook set up for psychopathy.

Angry father, mother gone like half the month. IQ's not on the higher side.

Can I ask you a question? About Walcott?

No.

This is not the first kid that you've seen kill. Are you sure that..

This isn't about Renee and I'm not gonna discuss again.

What?

School records mentioned a broken arm, skateboarding. She missed gym class for 2 months.

- So... - Look at her wrist, her arm.

It¡¯s not from skateboarding. Those are spiral fractures just like Jefferson Mills. They were twisted.

It's a sign of abuse.

So that¡¯s the trigger for all this? She was abused?

It's not the trigger.

What if the same person that broke her bones, broke his?

- She was covering? - Said it yourself.

Her father had it in for Jefferson Mills' family from day 1.

Who better to scare this girl into a confession?

Kinda name is Madeline Pillsbury. Sounds like some sort of weird breakfast pastry.

You were just pissed off that it wasn't Sam.

Boston P.D. Open up! Boston P.D!

- All right. Stand back. - I can pick this lock in like 5 seconds.

Oh, really? I can do it in like.. 1.

Boston P.D!

Something tells me we're a day late.

And 3 million dollars short.

Looks like somebody had a hell of a party..

Or left in a hurry.

Well, look at here.

I'm thinking Madeline Pillsbury had her own little dough boy.

The dead guy from the plane.

Looks like she was doing her homework. Check it out. Scrubs, map of the morgue.

Okay, this is strange. Looks like Martha Stewart's been in that kitchen.

I thought I smelled cookies when Dirty Harry here kicked in the door.

Maybe that's her M.O.

- Rip off 3 million bucks, hold a bake sale. - It's just wrong.

Well, so is this place, this guy's supposed to be a high roller. Doesn't add up.

This isn't gonna help.

Now this reminds me of Vegas.

- I think I'm gonna blush. - One man's pain. Another man's pleasure.

Speaking of which, a stun gun.

No, it can't. It wasn't on the plane.

We better get this stuff back to trace. See if it can tell us where she's been.

More importantly, where she's going.

The money's gone. The cause of death is gone. I think I'm outta here.

I'll have an easier time tracking her back in Vegas.

You're leaving? It's a sad day for the Boston P.D.

See you around.

All right.

Time to go, Beth.

You've got 30 minutes tops.

I'm not sure my father wants anyone talking to her.

You think he'll get mad?

Okay.

Hi, Amanda.

I'm Garret Macy. I'm with the Medical Examiner's office.

It's my job to examine Jefferson Mills and figure out how he died and who killed him.

You say it was you, right?

Sweetie, I know about the broken bones.

Everyone knows about the broken bones.

Not his broken bones. I'm talking about yours.

You wanna tell me how you got those?

Okay, you know what I think? I think you're scared.

I think whoever broke your arm is the same person that killed Jefferson.

I could show you how I did it.

I'm a doctor, Amanda. I know the signs of abuse, okay?

What the hell are you doing?

You know how does this make any sense?

You tried to force the Mills family out of your neighborhood. When that didn't work, you killed the son.

And for some sick, pathetic reason, you make your own daughter take the fall.

Maybe you figure they'll never convict.

If I thought taking the fall would get my daughter off, you'd have my confession in a second.

But it wouldn't hold up. Because I didn¡¯t do it!

You think..

You think I wanna believe she did it?

Do you know what it's like.. seeing my daughter in there like that?

My daughter.

You know, Jordan, I have a very high threshold for pain.

I rarely use anesthesia when I go to the dentist, hardly ever take aspirin.

- You done? - Yeah.

Let me just.. pump myself up for this, okay?

Okay. You the man.. You the man..

Okay, on 3

1.. 2..

- You okay? - Yeah. Hardly.. felt anything at all.

I know I took it better than that security guard.

Women don't compare. That would be rude.

Wept like a baby.

No, it's okay, it's okay.

Well, nothing says loving like 20000 volts. The marks were made by his wife.

- So she killed him and then took the money. - Maybe.

But since this little toy wasn't on the plane, it wasn't what stopped his heart. We're back to square one.

What if what killed him was in his system before?

Nothing turned up with tox. No injection marks. No stomach contents.

But now we have a new suspect.

Which give us this.

One offtherack crew neck that was under her scrubs.

It's blood. So what? It's the husband's.

That's a high velocity spatter pattern. It's hers. She coughed it.

Exactly. She's sick. Coughing up blood.

This helps us how?

The husband drops dead. We have no idea why. Wife's coughing up blood.

Can't find anything on the husband. Maybe we find something on her.

Or on what's left of her.

Stop undermining my case. Stop overstepping your authority.

I'm doing what the state pays me to do - Investigating a death -

You sure that's all it is?

Your office gathered the evidence. Now you want to undercut it? Undercut me?

You wanna have this out right here, right now?

I want to stop a psycho. And I would appreciate your help.

There's allergy Amanda's shoe on top of the blood. She picked it up after the murder.

What's your point?

I found a high concentration of phosphates in the algae, which leads me to think soap.

So I check with the MWRA and there's a pond in her neighborhood

where run off from a chunk of houses drains to.

I'm betting that that's where we'll find a murder weapon.

Why do I get the feeling we're looking for a needle in a haystack, and the needle's not even here.

If I'm here gettin' my wingtips dirty, we're gonna find something.

She was here.

Hey.

I bet murder weapon is behind door number 2.

Looks like Jefferson Mills wasn't the first thing she killed.

- Cocaine. - No, chocolate chip. Do you want some?

In her blood. Traces of cocaine.

- But that wouldn't make her spit up blood. - I know. But it's the link.

- He keels over. She's coughing up blood. - It's not the cocaine. It's what's in the cocaine.

And either someone was trying to kill her, too.

Or she played a little roulette to get him to indulge.

- Trace from his nose. - Okay. So we're looking for..

white powder, colorless, odorless, deadly.

- Sodium fluoroacetate? - Well, Vegas is a desert.

They have coyote problems. So, it's easy to get, would mix right into the..

Bingo. You are good.

So she tried to poison him in Vegas. But it didn't work fast enough.

Claire Hendries.

And the question is.. ?

Guess who just caught a flight to Jordan's favorite city of decadence and moral decay.

- One of Ms. Pillsbury's aliases? - Very good, Nigel. You get a gold star.

You think she's returning to the proverbial scene of the crime?

'Cause we just figured out this bloke was drugged before he got on the plane.

So technically speaking, the murder took place in Vegas.

You mean the first murder.

Remember those fresh-baked cookies she made right after she lifted the cash, the ones on her blouse?

I just ran the sample. They're laced with Sodium Fluoroascetate.

She was making poison cookies?

Yeah, and who wants to bet she's taking them to Vegas? I think we have a plane to catch.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about going to Vegas.

- You hate Vegas. - Yeah. But the body's my jurisdiction.

And if I have to rely on Vegas C.S.U to find anything, I think we'll be in a bit of trouble.

Pack your bags, Woody. We're going to Vegas.

- Oh, gosh. you smell that? - Money?

Cigarettes, stale booze, over-oxygenated air

manufactured to keep you awake long enough to gamble away your entire life savings.

Lighten up, Jordan. This.. this is what Vegas is all about.

What up, girl. Way to do it! Yeah! Keeping the dream alive!

Oh, please. What'd she rack up there? A couple hundred bucks?

And that's supposed to offset the 2 grand she already dumped in.

Next thing you know, she's missing her next mortgage payment, another trip. It is foreclosure.

Well, welcome you to Vegas. But apparently it isn't your kinda town.

Sam, Sam!

Woody.

You.. changed your hair. Looks nice.

- Oh, thanks. I did it for you. - Really?

No. But you should call me if you need a casino host. And you should..

- Nevermind. - Hey. I apologize for the.. anyway..

I tried to get a hold of you two on your cells. They found some of those marked bills at the Empire.

It's a little crapbox at the other end of the strip. Apparently, one of Pillsbury's aliases checked in there.

- Don't tell me she already checked out. - Yeah, this morning. But..

You know, I'd like to get a look inside that room. If she's already there, it might be acrime scene.

Yeah. I figured. They're already waiting for you.

- I'm gonna go get the car. - Okay.

So what's with the "I hate Vegas" speech?

- Overstating my point a bit. - A little.

So if it doesn't violate some mortician's code of ethics, we've got a suite available for you if you need it.

Or.. two.

Oh, yes. Actually, yeah, it is. Two. Two's good.

Okay. I'll take care of it.

And Danny?

Thanks. You know, this place isn't half bad.

I know. It's not.

They all have the same spiral fractures and missing teeth.

Next time I see a cute little girl selling raffle tickets, I'm keeping the door locked.

- It's not even funny. - Sorry.

Hello. Hello. Hello.

What? What do you got?

Some clothing and tissue. Could be human.

I'm thinkin' this little guy didn't go quietly.

Bit the hand that killed it.

- It's just wrong. - It's fantastic, Jordan. It's just fantastic.

Not them. The lobby. Dolphins, a tiger, a roller coaster?

Jordan, look around you. Look around you. It's parka weather back home. Here is..

Vegas, baby. It's Vegas.

How you girls doin'?

Vegas my ass!

Smooth!

- So is it hers? - Tissue's too corrupt to get a DNA reading.

- Not even a partial mapping? - We got nothing.

I wouldn't say that.

I started thinking if you get bit by a squirrel, what's the first thing your mother makes you do?

- Stop chasing squirrels? - No. Rabies shot.

Which the state keeps records of to keep track of any outbreaks.

Just got off with the Department of Health. And guess who was vaccinated this past year?

Detective Seely said you had a break in the case,

- something that proves Amanda's lying? - We think so. Yeah.

That's great.

We asked your father and your sister to come in today.

And they're right outside that window, Amanda.

We found that box at the pond, just where you told us.

I haven't told you anything.

I don't understand. The box with the dead animals, your doll, your cat.

What is she talking about?

I didn't tell you anything.

I told you, Amanda. There's nothing to be afraid of. So..

let's just go over what really happened.

Everything you told us about.. How about how Beth killed Jefferson Mills?

Beth, I swear! I didn't say anything!

She saying Beth did this?

Don't hurt Shirley! I didn't say anything!

- Beth. I don't want you to say anything. - No, I wanna know. Did you do this?

- Daddy.. - Answer me!

- If you did this, so help me.. - You'll what?

You tell me..

It's over.

They found the murder weapon in Beth's locker. A field hockey stick.

And a box of teeth, her trophies.

I still can't fathom that she was willing to go to jail to keep her dog Shirley from gettin' hurt.

Amanda said that Beth liked the sound bones made when they snapped.

The crack reminded her of crunching ice in her teeth.

- I better get in there. - Yeah. I have to get back to the morgue, too.

Renee..

You doing all right?

I mean, health wise with the kid?

Yeah, Garret. We're fine.

Take care of yourself.

Okay.

Well, the bellhop does not remember her car, but get this.

He heard her talking on her cell phone while he was loading saying

she's supposed to meet somebody else tonight.

- If she's meeting someone later? - Then we got another murder on our hands.

Right now we got zip. I mean, look at this stuff. What are We got?

Lucky 7 magazine, empty bag of peanuts, used tissues, soda can.

For all we know, she was hungry and tired.

Can I see that?

Small piece of computer paper on the bottom.

Okay. So?

So if you need to use a coaster and you don't have one, you use what you got.

And there's a water ring here.

Ink bleeds through wet paper, leaves an image. Wanna shut those drapes?

Feelin' romantic?

Let's see.

I'm feeling like Madeline Pillsbury's about to get burned.

Her car rental receipt.

You get it? / Rental company gave me theaccess code to try to track the car.

The G.P.S is up. The car's on the move.

Looks like she's heading off the strip.

- We got her? - Yeah. Where's she going?

I guess that's the 3 million dollar question.

Yeah. That and who she's meeting.

There's her car.

- Nothing. - She's gotta be here somewhere.

We should split up.

- Stick right behind me. Right behind me. - Okay. Like glue.

Stay here, Jordan. I mean it. Stay here.

How would you find me?

Put down the gun. You don't need to make this worse.

Shut up.

I wanna know how you found me.

Madeline, put it down. We can talk about this.

I wanna know how you found me!

Madeline! Drop your weapon!

- Put the gun down. - Put down your weapon.

It's cool, Danny. I got this. I got this, Danny.

- Woody! - Now!

Madeline, stay calm. We don't wanna hurt you, all right?

Just put the gun down.

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