Previously on Wild Cards...
I managed to get Jonathan Ashford's video diary.
It'll tell you everything you need to know.
Hold the presses. You two were partners?
For you.
He's my best friend.
Six more months off my dad's sentence.
- Two weeks? - Deal.
It's not a private island or even a mansion,
but it is our humble home.
Most people don't understand what it is we do.
We don't just pull off robberies, heists or scams.
No, no. In fact, we solve puzzles.
You see, at first, the job is nothing more
than a flash of inspiration.
An idea in your mind.
It's like a thousand scattered pieces on the floor
that you stare at
until eventually a picture starts to emerge.
But no matter how matter how insoluble the puzzle seems,
there is always a solution.
Your eyes have seen it, your brain recorded it.
And that little voice inside of you,
that thing we call instinct
is trying to guide you with confidence.
Everything you need to know is always right in front of you.
You just have to look more closely.
Okay Ashford.
Mm. What is boss babe up to?
Where is my girl?
There you are. Right on schedule.
How do you do it?
Work all those hours and still manage to meditate every night.
You're probably meditating on ways
to leave your husband, Scarf Man.
Can he not with the duck lips.
What do we say about snooping?
Okay. What do you expect me to do?
I'm so bored being stuck in this chair all day.
Yeah. I told you not to jump in the children's ball pit.
I had a nickel for every time someone said that to me.
Look, you've got a couple more days till that cast is off
and you're rocking a cute pair of heels.
Besides, you promised you'd keep up with your homework.
I've been watching the greatest con man in history all day.
I just needed a little break.
Just a little break.
- Okay. - I'll be home later.
Oh, and stop sending me so many cat GIFs.
They're so cute, though.
They're not that cute, though.
Oh, there's one in a sombrero.
Ellis is gonna love that.
- Max again? - Let me tell you something,
Max, bored, alone and on pain meds is not a good thing.
She won't stop sending me pictures.
What kind of pictures?
Cats. Yeah. Cats eating burritos.
Cats in tacos. Cats eating corn chips.
It's a lot of cats in Mexican food.
- I don't know why. - Admit it.
You miss her.
Come on, no one to bounce ideas off,
no one to share inside jokes, trade shoes with.
Trade shoes?
I just got those.
I'm wearing socks this time, relax.
Listen up, everyone.
We got a body in an apartment at Chestnut and Shaw.
Start the engine, Simmons.
Not so fast.
I got a call this morning from the city.
Your driver's license has been suspended.
What? They can do that?
Do you realize how many unpaid parking tickets you have?
Yeah, tons.
I'm a cop. I can park anywhere.
Not in your civilian vehicle.
I was undercover.
At the grocery store?
Mud wrestling and medieval times.
- I'm always undercover. - Not anymore.
You are gonna pay those unpaid parking tickets.
Pass the written exam and take your road test again.
Until then, you're benched.
- Ellis, Simmons, you're up. - Yes, sir.
Like old times. Only now I'm driving.
Just hook my ride up with a new sound system.
- Nice. - Cool. Whatever.
Shoes back in the box.
Ellis, do not adjust my seat!
It took me months to find the perfect setting.
These gams gotta breathe.
Those gams gotta study.
What? It's illegal to leave unattended sheep in a truck.
Since when?
What have we got?
The deceased is Alan Murray, 45, single, lives alone.
Who's the baking squad?
Neighbors. They have a standing Sunday night date
to watch some kind of a reality baking show with Mr. Murray.
He wouldn't answer his door. They called the super to unlock it.
All right, let's head inside.
I'm awfully sorry about the pie.
What pie?
Oh. That pie.
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Detective, this is the victim's wallet, health card,
membership to a bulk grocery store,
and an auto insurance slip.
There's no credit card, no driver's license.
Yeah, I know. Strange, right?
He's got a wad of cash in there, so he wasn't robbed.
His recycling is neater than my whole apartment.
This guy's place was immaculate.
Hola, chicos.
No. Yates. No, Max.
It's just us today.
Oh. Too bad.
So what's up with our guy here?
Preliminary suggests an impact wound
on the victim's right temple, which seems consistent
with the blood smear on the frame of the coffee table.
But the head wound was not the cause of death.
- Can you help me roll him? - Yeah. Come on, Simmons.
Okay. One. Two. Three.
There's not a lot of blood given the size of the wound.
If the shard hit a major organ,
- he would have bled out from within. - Time of death?
I put it between 8 P.M. and 10 P.M. on Saturday night.
I'll know more when I get him back to the shop.
Okay. Thank you.
All right.
Story time.
All right. So, approximately 24 hours ago
Alan Murray was in his very tidy apartment.
When he tripped over the corner of his rug,
falling onto the coffee table where he hit his head.
Glass from the coffee table shatters,
where he falls on a shard of glass,
puncturing his back.
And an organ.
He bleeds out internally.
Seems like an accident to me.
Let's get the neighbors' statements and call it a day.
Easy as pie.
So the four of you and Mr. Murray
would meet every Sunday at 6:00 P.M., is that correct?
We all bring something we baked
and then basically stuff ourselves
and watch baker's delight.
Why was it strange to you that he didn't come to the door?
I mean, couldn't he have just been running late?
Alan could not abide tardiness.
He scheduled his life down to the minute.
He was crazy organized.
Yeah. When he didn't answer the door,
we called the super to let us in.
Did any of you touch the body?
I checked his pulse. I'm a nurse.
Now, did any of you guys see
anyone strange in the building yesterday?
No.
I know who killed him.
It was that darn carpet.
All of us have tripped on it at some time or another.
Okay, I think we're good here. Thank you for your time.
You're free to go.
Wow, that was fast.
Although with Yates it's usually a lot of ongoing commentary.
Oh, trust me, if Max was here,
this would have taken an hour longer.
We would have had everyone's zodiac sign,
favorite Backstreet Boy, current donut preference.
What is it?
It's just strange that a guy that was that meticulous
wouldn't have just found the time
to fix his carpet, you know?
Yeah.
- This is Ellis. - Whatcha doing?
Working, Max.
How's the case going?
It's going good. Do you need something?
Yes, a new ankle. This one's still swollen.
- I really need to go. - Okay, tell me the truth.
And if he's around, answer in hiccups.
One means yes, two means no.
Is Simmons driving you crazy yet?
Of course not. It's great.
Cool.
That's great.
I mean, it's fine. It's going fine, okay?
We're doing our jobs, but I really need to go, Max.
Yeah, okay. Go, bye.
Okay, but if he tripped on the corner of the rug,
he would have fallen forward, not backward.
Nah, he could have twisted.
Maybe. But...
there's still something that's bothering me, his belt.
It's looped around from the left.
But all those photos, his belts looped around from the right.
I guess you never changed the way you put your belt on.
Exactly. And his shoelaces are tied in just a regular knot,
just the way you and I would tie our shoes,
but in the photos,
his shoelaces are always tied with a Berluti knot.
Berluti knot.
Look, Max went on about shoelaces one time
for like, an hour. Don't ask.
So what are you saying, somebody else tied his shoes?
More than that.
We think someone may have redressed
the victim after death.
That would explain this. Look.
Once I remove the shard of glass in his back,
I discovered these, yellow fibers.
Right. But he was wearing a green shirt when he died.
No. He was wearing a green shirt when his body was found,
but according to his fibers,
he was most likely wearing a yellow shirt when he died.
Okay, so somebody changed his clothes after he died.
Why would they do that?
To hide evidence.
So this wasn't an accident. This was murder.
The evidence says it could be a bit of both.
The wound indicates an initial impalement,
but the angle of the wound shifts.
Meaning what?
I think Alan fell on the shard of glass but didn't die.
Then someone went out of their way to push it in further,
which is what killed him.
Mm.
All right.
Murray was a freelance accountant
who did most of his work from home.
All his clients say he was a great guy,
just like his neighbours, who all have solid alibis.
Just scrubbed through, I don't know how many hours of footage
from the apartment.
It's like the quietest building I've ever seen.
Nothing out of the ordinary
during the time frame of Murray's murder.
I looked into his credit cards. Nothing since Friday.
So we got a murdered guy that everybody loved.
We know the motive wasn't robbery.
And somebody went through all the trouble
to redress the victim after they killed him.
So what are you thinking?
Thinking we're back to square one, Simmons.
Forensics cracked Murray's cell phone.
They said there's over 100 pages in texts alone.
That's progress right there.
I'm going to go make some fresh coffee.
Okay.
- God. - He makes me coffee every single day.
He even froths my milk. It's like a party in my mouth.
Ooh.
Scarf Man is throwing a rager. And who is that Hottie?
Well, she's flirting up a storm.
As you can see, I'm super handsome and super important
and have a great set of hair.
Oh, Scarf Man, I wish you were as available as I clearly am.
Um...
Boss Babe is not gonna like coming home to this.
Walk away from the flirty girl, Scarf Man, walk away.
Oh, babe, I didn't expect you home from the office so early.
Do you know how hard it is to be a working girl
in a non-prostitute way, of course?
I want these good for nothings out of here right now.
I can't believe you.
Don't you know I'm an emotionally stunted man, baby
who needs attention?
Oh. She's over it.
Yeah. Go home.
You're all too young to be out this late anyway.
Oh, you did not just put your hand
on Hottie's lower back.
That's so brazen.
It's like the international sign for we're banging.
And now they're leaving together.
I feel you, sister.
Cheers.
Girl, it is 10:00 in the morning.
Were you up all night spying?
No.
Okay, yes. But in my defense,
there was a party going on across the street.
Speaking of, the gift bags last night were epic.
I brought prezzies.
Prezzies?
To keep you entertained.
Okay. Magic wand. Love it.
Princess wand for a princess.
Yeah. I don't know about that one.
Don't even know what that is.
Slime!
The coup de grâce.
Ricky, you get me.
Yeah, I've got stories.
Way more interesting than whatever this is.
Give me 10 minutes to shower this... this glitter off.
Okay.
Let's see what's going on in casa de drama this morning.
What are you doing home in the middle of the day, boss babe.
You usually meditate at 9:00.
Scarf Man, are you just getting home?
Walk of shame,
huh? What is that?
Okay, this is new.
Is that...
Okay, that's a gun! He has a gun.
Ricky!!!
This is not happening. Come on, Boss Babe, turn around.
No!
Ricky! Ricky! Come back!
Ricky!
Come on, Scarf Man. Where are you?
Where is Boss Babe,
and why does that suitcase look so heavy?
Ellis, shut up and listen.
I just saw a woman across the street get shot.
Yes, shot.
I just witnessed a murder.
You really saw murder?
You sure you didn't just leave the TV on, Max?
Listen to me, Scarf Man, the husband,
shot his wife, Boss Babe, while she was meditating.
They were having trouble. And by trouble, I mean him
because he was the one hooking up with Hottie.
Okay, so you saw with your own eyes this woman get shot?
Well, no, because it was in between the windows,
- but I heard the gunshot. - Okay, so you heard it?
Well, I didn't exactly hear it, but it was a muzzle flash.
So you didn't really see Scarf Man fire the gun at his wife?
No, because I'm across the street.
But I saw him roll her out in a suitcase.
Okay, did you see him put the body in the suitcase?
No, but it was heavy, like human body heavy.
Okay, well, then...
Just a sec.
This is Ellis.
- The super's arrived. - Okay. Yeah, I'm just pulling in.
Hey, did we get any reports of gunshots
in the Argyle and Fifth area?
No. Meet me in interrogation.
Okay. See you soon.
Max, there hasn't been any reportings
of shootings in the area, okay?
I got to interview somebody right now.
I got to go. I'll look into this, I promise.
Oh.
- What's that? - That is Murray's cell phone.
It's a very interesting text exchange
between the two of you on there.
Quite the little side hustle you had going there,
using your master key to break into people's apartments.
Except Alan found out, didn't he?
He was going to tell the owners.
Maybe you confronted him.
Things escalated.
You panicked, tried to cover it up.
It's quite the rap sheet you got.
Two B&Es just to start.
You've been busy.
So where were you Saturday night
between the hours of 8:00 and 10:00 P.M.?
Repainting an apartment for a new tenant.
Go ahead... ask my wife.
Come on, show up, boss babe. Prove me wrong.
Come on.
- Hi. - Hello.
This place is... abnormally nice.
Do you know the self-lock on your front door is off?
Yeah. Ricky disconnected it.
Every time he takes out the trash,
- he locks himself out. - Huh?
Where's Ellis? Did he find Scarf Man?
Is he across the street with Simmons?
No, I checked.
No reports of gunfire.
No 911 calls in the area.
Ellis sent me on a wellness check.
But besides the hallucinations, you seem all right.
Hallucinations?
Yeah. You're on painkillers, right?
I was once on painkillers
that made everybody look like Margot Robbie.
That was a really great day.
Um, where are your pain meds?
I'm stone-cold sober.
Why is no one trying to investigate that murder?
We need probable cause.
If you cry wolf and there's no evidence of wolf,
then was there ever really a wolf?
Ooh. I'm hungry. Are you hungry?
Where's your fridge?
Then Scarf Man rolled the suitcase out and left,
which means the body of Boss Babe
is still somewhere out there.
Mm.
They're out there, my Simmons and your Ellis,
probably arguing about where to get lunch
and playing never have I ever used my badge to do this.
Are you jealous?
Are you not?
Okay. I have an idea.
How about I help you study for the driver's test,
get you back on duty with Simmons.
And in return,
you help me prove that I'm not hallucinating.
Yeah. Okay, where do you want to start?
With a little trip to my closet.
Sounds weird.
Let's go.
See that? Look familiar?
This... this is footage from the video doorbell
across from the apartment
you said that you were repainting.
Huh?
Except you left after just 20 minutes
and you didn't return for two hours.
Two hours during which you killed Alan Murray.
No, I didn't.
Look, I'll tell you the truth,
but you got to promise what I'm about to tell you
doesn't get back to my wife.
Ever.
So it turns out our super
was paying weekly maintenance visits to Mrs. Roberts
on the third floor.
Yeah, she has confirmed being with him
between the hours of 8:00 P.M. 10:00 P.M. on Saturday.
So the super's not our killer.
And no one else was seen on the victim's floor
except for the neighbors.
Which means these four are potential suspects.
- Exactly. - Well, uh...
Betty was at the senior center.
There's Carla, who was working the night shift at the hospital.
Josh Brown, and Rebecca Brown were both at slam poetry night.
All of them confirmed.
So we have no suspects.
Come on. You two used to be my go-to guys.
I don't know what's going on, but you need to get out there
and find out who did this.
Yes, sir.
Testing. Testing. One, two...
and five, six, seven, eight.
Cool it. I need to get into character.
I can see you looking at me. Just... this is how I do it.
Curtains up.
Good afternoon.
My name is Yolanda, and I have a question for you.
Do you believe in cheeses?
What?
I represent the cheese of the month club.
And I'm here to offer you a Gouda deal.
- Work it girl. - I don't think I'm interested.
Well, cheese is an aphrodisiac.
Do you know that?
Maybe you have a special someone in your life.
Maybe wife?
Who knows, maybe a girlfriend.
Hey, you might have both.
Who's that?
Boss Babe?
Cheese of the month club or something.
Good afternoon.
She's alive?
But I saw him kill her.
Yeah, mostly you made an Asiago out of yourself.
Are you sure it was boss babe, his wife, you were talking to?
Yes. Trust me, they were married, okay?
They hated each other, I could tell.
But actually, I guess it wasn't all for nothing.
It's all there, here.
- What is this? - From the cheese.
I told them my payment app was down and I could only take cash.
Share half the sale.
I gotta run, I gotta practice parallel parking.
I'm keeping the shirt.
Hey. It's me.
Hey, you were right. No murder over here.
But I think Scarf Man is still hiding something.
- Where are you? - I'm still stuck on this case.
Just had to get out of the office so I could think.
Talk to me.
Okay. My vic, this guy named Murray,
was killed in his apartment Saturday night, right?
Now, nobody other than his neighbors or the supers
entered or exited the building the night he was killed.
So it's one of them?
No, no, they've all been alibied.
Everything about this guy's life was predictable.
You should see his apartment. It was like ocd-organized.
But something's still not sitting right with you.
I can hear it in your voice.
We've gone over everything a hundred times.
You think you've gone over everything.
You're investigating.
Now you need to let your mind go
and let your instincts do the work.
Just go to the place and stare.
- Stare? - Yeah, stare.
You have to make sure you're not next to a metronome.
This one time I hypnotized myself
and ended up in a nudist colony in new Mexico.
Why are we here again?
Murray had a system for everything.
I think that can help us.
Now, look, he kept a newspaper
for every single day of the week, right?
Now, he would fold every newspaper twice like this
so he could put it under his arm, right?
Now, every newspaper is folded twice
except for the Saturday paper,
bought on the day he was killed.
That one is only folded once.
Come on, you gotta admit, it's strange that a guy
who was that meticulous would have just
forgot to fold the Saturday paper.
There's a thin line between meticulous and hoarding.
I noticed something earlier. I didn't think anything of it.
But now that you mention it.
Murray...
got a lotto ticket for every week.
This is every ticket he got in chronological order.
And look at this,
plays the same number every week.
Only there's no ticket from Friday's draw.
Why is that?
I mean, it's got to be around here somewhere, right?
One place we haven't looked is a fridge.
Look, the lettuce is all wilted.
There's moldy fruit.
Oh, yeah. Even his milk is bad.
Everything's gone bad.
Butter's melted, but everything's still cold.
What if someone took everything out for a day
and then put it back in?
Why would somebody do that? It doesn't make any sense.
Yeah.
Unless someone was trying to pull a con on us.
I think you're right.
Wait, so if someone put him in the fridge,
- that would change the time of death? - It would.
After you called, I did a deeper dive into some tissue samples
and noticed a few anomalies in lividity.
Okay. One more time in English, please.
The victim's blood had pooled around his midsection
as though he were upright.
But as we know, the body was found on its back.
So someone really stuffed him in the fridge?
Exactly.
This changes the time of death to Friday night
around 8:00 P.M.
Well, that's a whole day earlier than what we thought.
Look, we need to re-interview all the neighbors.
What better way to give yourself an alibi
than to fake the time of death?
All right. Thanks, olive.
Time has always been a critical part of my life
and profession, of course.
More often than not, my freedom depended on it.
The timing of security guards making the rounds,
a countdown to an alarm trigger
the position of the sun as it beams through a window.
I've known many men, who in their later years, feared time.
You know the old cliché. There's simply not enough of it.
Not me.
I suppose I've always admired the indifference of time
to the weight of memory, no matter what.
It just keeps on ticking.
Wait, did I see what I think I just saw?
Ricky, what have you got?
So I looked into scarf man like you asked.
He's actually got a play in the theater across the street.
"Murder by Candlelight."
So it's a murder mystery?
Yep. He's a writer, director and star.
Typical control freak. Megalomaniac.
What about Boss Babe?
The money train. You know, big corporate lawyer.
And get this, she owns the theater, which doesn't make a dime.
So he's just a loser with a wandering eye.
Yeah, well, infidelity is not illegal, and no one's dead.
Now, get back to that video, okay?
No pouting.
I have to go. Ricky's a busy boy.
Oh. Um... Yates says we need to fix our door.
Ricky?
Yates.
Yeah. I'll be your study buddy if you be my homicide homie.
Yes, I still have the cheese.
We think one of Murray's baking buddies
killed him on Friday night,
but then made it seem like he got killed on Saturday night
so they could alibi themselves out.
That's why the killer changed Murray's clothes,
- to help with the illusion. - Exactly.
But when it came down to his belt and shoelaces,
they messed up.
What about the super?
Ironically, he was actually repainting an apartment
with his wife.
Wait till you guys hear this.
Murray got that paper,
that same paper from the same shop every day.
Just got off the phone with the owner.
He says he came through on Friday.
Got the paper, but he did not on Saturday.
So someone planted the Saturday paper,
but they weren't smart enough to fold it
the way Murray always did.
I'm not finished. Murray also played
the same exact lottery numbers every week.
And guess whose number hit in this Friday's draw?
- No. - Oh, yeah.
Murray won to the tune of $4.7 million.
And guess what?
That winning lottery ticket is now missing.
You two just found your motive.
Get going.
Okay, what animal is it illegal to race against on the highway?
- Dog. - Horse.
Okay, this one's both antiquated and judgy.
Women cannot drive in a...
Simmons took Ellis to our burrito place.
Are you tracking his phone?
Of course I am. He's basically a child.
Weird. Boss Babe is meditating during the day again.
She usually only does that at night.
Oh look!
Scarf Man is at it again.
What? I have neighbors too.
Checks his watch.
Not sure why.
Maybe they're kinky time nerds.
Coveralls on.
Whoa, whoa, that's a knife.
Oh, my gosh, he's gonna kill you... again!
Hey, stop!
Call Li, tell him I need back up!
Wait, wait, wait! Come back!
She's alive? Again?
What?
It's not his wife.
Oh my god, that's Hottie in a wig.
That's the woman I talked to you yesterday.
With the wig, she looks exactly like Boss Babe.
Why would she fake being his wife?
His wife... that he murders.
So Hottie's pretending to meditate
just like Boss Babe and then they're timing it.
I'm all for role playing, but that has an ick factor of, like, 11.
Playing.
Oh, my god, you're a genius.
What if these fake murders are rehearsals for a real murder?
Of course, there's only one real way to be sure.
_
Excuse me. Are you allowed to be back here?
Oh. I don't know.
Are those stairs allowed to be blocked?
Are those light stands in the fire lane?
- Who are you? - I am the fire marshal.
Now leave me at once or I'll shut this whole production down.
Mm-hmm. Go. Bye.
Testing, testing.
So you're British?
I panicked.
Are these things working?
Okay. Yates vision is a go. Let's see if we can find Hottie.
Max, how did you get your hands on military grade spy glasses?
Oh, Ricky. He gives the best stocking stuffers.
Mm. Can I borrow them?
But if I forget,
kill the feed on your end at 10:00 tonight, okay?
You definitely don't want to see what I get up to.
Oh, check this out.
- Those are all the props - _
Scarf Man was using in his rehearsals with Hottie.
That's the gun, and that's the knife.
Stage manager's cue sheet.
What time does boss babe do yoga again?
She starts at 9:00 P.M. Sharp and goes till around 9:45.
The thing is, Scarf Man is on stage the entire time.
Yeah. Not quite.
According to this, it says that he's got a quick change at 9:10,
and he's back on stage at 9:20.
That gives him 10 minutes
and no one would even know he's gone.
That's why he's timing himself.
Uh-oh. Tonight's the last performance.
If he's gonna kill her, tonight's the night.
Hey, look, can you see this?
I can literally see through your eyes.
So Hottie is the play's costumer.
How do they plan to slip in and out without anybody noticing?
I think I know how.
Hey, I can see you. Can you see me?
Yeah, I can see you and I can see your binoculars.
You might want to invest in some blinds.
Okay. I'd say it's about 30 seconds
from the back door of the theater to the murder condo.
And then a minute through the parking garage
and back up the stairs.
And then stab, stab, stab, down the stairs,
- through the alley... - And then back on stage none the wiser.
With everyone thinking he's behind the changing screen
during his one break in the play.
And using Hottie as his alibi.
Neither one would ever get caught.
Do you know what this means?
We just solved a murder before it even happened.
Now we can arrest Scarf Man and Hottie.
No. It's circumstantial.
Scarf Man and Hottie can rehearse a murder
in a mall on Black Friday
and there's nothing we can do about it.
That doesn't make any sense.
Of course, it doesn't.
But we live in a world where it's illegal
for a woman to drive a motor vehicle
while wearing a housecoat.
So until Scarf Man actually tries to murder his wife,
we can't do a thing.
Look, Yates is right, okay?
At this point, it's just circumstantial.
But he's going to try and kill her.
Max, I already ran their names.
Neither Scarf Man nor Hottie have a criminal record.
No history of violence.
Nothing that would indicate murder.
Well, they're conspiring to kill her.
That's got to be some sort of crime.
Yes, it is, okay,
but they haven't actually committed a crime
that you can prove yet.
Look, you want to get your mind off this for a second?
Not really.
- Fine. - Okay. My vic, Murray,
we searched his place and found his wallet, right?
Get this.
No driver's license, no credit cards.
I bet you he hid them.
No. We searched his place three times, came up empty.
Of course you did.
You don't hide your driver's license
and credit cards at home.
Right. 'cause you have to take them with you.
Max, I gotta go. I'll call you back, okay?
Good luck.
Well, I'll be damned.
How did you know to look in there?
I didn't.
It's Max's idea.
All right, so we have a winning lottery ticket,
but we still don't have a killer.
Oh, yes, we do.
All right. There you are.
9:00. Right on schedule.
Same routine.
Now you're in position.
And so are...
Here they come.
I knew it.
Now that Hottie's not the victim,
she can be on the lookout.
Here come the coveralls.
Okay, there's the knife. He's gonna go through with it.
Where's Hottie?
Okay. Hottie's gone.
There's no way she could have seen me in the dark.
He's in the apartment.
Yes!
I would have gone with the fist.
And... scene.
Wow. Yates, you killed that.
Replacing the real knife with a fake knife.
Brilliant.
Ricky, guess what, we got him.
Ricky?
Help!!!
Drop the knife!!!
Drop it!
I got her.
Hey.
You okay?
Yeah. I'm fine.
Here, I got you.
I mean, thanks for coming and everything,
but I had it under control.
Right. Sure you did.
Here.
Thanks.
How did you know I was in danger?
Your new bestie, Yates.
Yeah. I was actually already on my way here
to tell you that we solved the case.
Thanks to you.
Tell me everything.
Thanks for coming back in.
Just need to get those signatures on your statements.
We heard you caught Alan's killer.
Yeah. Yeah.
Sadly, it was a random break-in,
but justice will be served.
Well, good.
You guys must be really excited for Betty, huh?
Oh, you didn't hear?
Yeah. She won the lottery on Friday.
- Oh. - 4.7 million.
Oh, right. Yeah. That was, uh...
Here she is now.
Anyway, thanks for coming in.
You found the lotto ticket
and cashed it without us?
What?
I did not.
You're not going to get away with this, Betty.
You barely did anything.
You had the idea to bend up the corner of the carpet.
But that's all. I'm the one who had to push
him harder onto the glass.
I'm the one that changed the whole time of death.
Without me, you all wouldn't have thought to put him into the fridge.
Well, that didn't really help in the end.
And I did not cash any lotto tickets.
Sure you did. They just told us.
Then he's...
Oh. Did you forget something?
You know what we did, actually.
You found the lotto ticket and cashed it.
To arrest you, all of you.
- What. - Wait.
- Cuff 'em. - But...
- You have the right to remain silent. - Put your hands behind your back.
Anything you say can and will be held against you.
- This is a mistake. - You have the right to an attorney.
Getting the suspects to turn on each other,
classic twist.
Well, how did you know it was all of them?
So when we first interviewed them,
we took down their birthdays, of course.
Now I knew I had the answer right in front of me,
but I just couldn't see it.
So I did what you said. Stare.
And I stared and I stared until finally it came into focus.
Turns out their birthdays
match the numbers on the lotto tickets.
They were in a lotto pool.
Bingo.
Murray would buy the ticket for the group every Friday.
- Except the Friday before he died. - That's what he told them.
Let me guess, they didn't believe him.
I guess there was a little bit of a scuffle and argument.
Murray fell through the coffee table.
Even though he was impaled by this piece of glass,
he was still alive,
but he wouldn't tell them where the lotto ticket was.
So that's when they pushed him further on the glass
- and that's ultimately what killed him. - Ouch.
He's such a nice and regular guy
and then he goes and does something like this.
He has a daughter.
She's got a ton of debt. She's a single mom.
She was in an accident about a year ago, so she can't work.
I think Murray saw this as a way out for her,
you know, financial freedom.
And the good news is that she gets to keep the winnings.
Well, that's nice, I guess.
You really should fix the lock.
I thought you said this was a party.
Where are the beats, dorks?
? I need a magic number ?
_
I got a good one.
What does it say?
That I solved your case.
- Very funny. - You're breaking up with me.
I'm not breaking up with you, Yates.
Look, the heart wants what the heart wants, okay?
So I'm just gonna set you free because, you know,
if you love something, you let it go.
I'm not going anywhere.
- You're not? - You're my partner.
I'm your partner, okay?
I even... I even missed you a little.
What?
Mm.
Okay. Shut up. You're embarrassing yourself.
Max, I'm taking you out for kebabs
even if I have to carry you down the stairs.
What? Why is... Why is everyone here?
What did I miss?
I'll explain on the way. You had me at kebabs.
How are you still hungry?
Kebabs for dessert.
All right. Good night, guys.
- Max? - I'm good.
Thanks.
I don't think I've ever been in a cop car before.
So what about us?
What about us?
Are we gonna stay partners?
Look, Simmons is a great guy, but, I mean, he's just so...
Not me.
So, not you, yeah.
Okay, good, because Yates would just not shut up.
It's almost like she has to say every single thing
that comes to her mind.
Okay, like the other day we were talking...
and... are you gonna finish this?
- Yeah, I was gonna. - No. Okay, good.
Anyways, as I was saying,
Ricky got me the cutest little green slime.
I love slime. It's almost like it brings me back to my childhood.
You know what I mean? Like, when I just hold it.
Now that I think about it, I wonder why that is.
Maybe slime represents a more innocent time in my life.
Let's see what we got for the old office... this time.
Mm.
Oh.
I cannot let Max see this. Off and away with you.
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