*
* I got today, and that's all I want *
* I got my friends and my records and a couple of bucks *
* Got a smile on my face
* That's more than enough for me... *
(music continues faintly through earbuds)
(screaming)
* It must be the way you rush right through me... *
WOMAN: Here are Kafka's drops.
She needs them in 15 minutes.
And-and now this is Hixie. Okay.
She snarls at homeless people, which is embarrassing,
but she hasn't ever bitten anyone.
Now, Hixie only goes on the grass
in front of the Children's Zoo.
Now, Patches here will go anywhere.
But please remember that she is lactose intolerant.
You sure you got all that? MAN: Totally.
No milk for Hixie. Uh, P-Patches.
No. Th-That's Misu.
Your dogs are fine with me, ma'am. Okay.
(barking) MAN: Dixie? Uh...
Hey! Dixie?
Hi. Look at you. Patches?
Uh, Kafka?
This isn't Dixie.
This is Patches, right?
That's Dixie.
Dixie can't walk
in the heat for more than eight minutes
without hyperventilating and her tongue swelling up.
Misu will only poop on the north side of 61st Street,
and occasionally on the doorman's shoes at the Pierre.
It's a long story.
Hixie-- she needs an attitude adjustment.
And that there is Kafka.
Kafka has cataracts and is due for drops in...
14 minutes.
Uh, h-how do you know all that?
Oh, well, I was eavesdropping.
And I remember everything. Listen, do you...
Do you want to walk half of 'em? I'll split the money.
Oh, no, that's okay. I already have a job.
Here. Here you go.
Dixie left you a little surprise
over there by the fire hydrant.
I would pick it up if I were you.
I haven't got time. I got to get to class.
No, no, no, really... you might want to pick that up.
Sure.
All right, have a good day.
(dogs barking)
* You wake me up, you wake me up. *
Well, look what the cat dragged in.
I thought you could all use a little change
from your regular morning coffee,
so fresh-pressed organic juices
from the Pune Press Express.
Try it.
Uh, what's in this?
What isn't? It's a Reset A-Gogo.
It has pineapple, ginger,
lime and chili.
Chili? CARRIE: Mmm.
AL: Okay. Oh, thank you.
(sighs)
I think I'll, uh, save mine for lunch.
Wheat grass alfalfa swirl?
Come on, it's the milkshake of the gods.
And the cows?
Hello. Special occasion?
Yes, actually.
The weekend's almost here, so I got you a little surprise.
I hate surprises.
Oh, come on, it's fennel juice.
That's why
I hate surprises.
It's not really, it's lemonade.
Why don't you try it.
Yum-yum. Mm-hmm.
Unsweetened.
Mmm. (laughs)
The truth is, I have a little surprise for you.
How about a nice little paid vacation?
I have a little summer cottage, out on the Island.
It's all yours.
And what's the catch?
Does there always have to be a catch?
Yes. Yes.
Okay, it seems
the mayor's press secretary, Sandy Elsworth,
he's got a little place in Southampton Village,
and, I don't know, I guess his kids are friends
with the kids of the mayor out there...
Mm-hmm. See?
The point is, this morning,
the body of a young woman washed up
on the beach in front of his house.
Southampton Village has officially
requested our assistance.
The local police can't handle it?
Long Island serial killer.
ELIOT: Exactly. Oh.
14 victims in the last ten years,
most of them young women
dumped on the shore.
If this is number 15, I want you guys out there.
So our little paid vacation is actually
hunting a serial killer.
Don't forget to pack sunscreen.
Yeah, she washed up right about here.
No I.D., no shoes.
Just the, uh, dress she went in with.
I think he's back at it.
AL: You think she's a victim of the serial killer?
She fits the profile.
The previous victims were all young,
attractive women found near the water's edge, so...
Yeah, that's true.
I believe they were all dead, as well.
CARRIE: I think what Al is trying to say
is that we're gonna need more
before we identify her as the 15th victim.
Yeah, of course. The fact is,
the other girls, they washed up farther west,
along the Ocean Parkway, Gilgo Beach area.
Right, but based on
my analysis of the current patterns,
I believe the body could've been carried this far east.
Okay, I'd like to see that analysis.
But if she is number 15, could also mean
our guy's got a new dumping ground.
(phone ringing) Anyone I.D. her?
Canvassed the beach, thrown up some flyers around town.
So far, no one's recognized her.
What about local fishermen?
Maybe one of them saw something unusual.
Maybe. You haven't talked to 'em yet?
Sir, there are only four officers
on the Southampton Village police force.
One's away at his sister's wedding,
two are on parking patrol, so that just leaves me.
Okay.
Hey, Jo.
WEBSTER: So, I hear your victim's
at some local morgue out there.
I thought I'd come out and give you a hand.
Oh, no, Jo, uh, Al and I have got it.
Don't ruin your weekend.
Carrie, you have no idea about these rural coroners.
I've heard of some morgues doubling as feed stores.
Jo, it's the Hamptons, not Kansas, okay?
How's the weather?
Uh... the weather's great.
It's nice.
Jo, you don't need to come all the way out here.
I'm telling you, it is not a problem.
Yeah,
I'm getting the sense that's it not.
Oh, let me ask...
how's the house?
Some cottage.
(chuckles): Oh.
Wow.
I want to live here.
(chuckles) Great kitchen.
I might just cook tonight.
Wow, this is amazing.
This fridge is bigger than my apartment.
Probably gets more light, too.
(laughs)
Oh, my God.
Okay, so Eliot's "little cottage" in the Hamptons
comes with a not so little pool.
And a Jacuzzi. Mmm.
Doesn't really change anything.
Might actually explain a few things.
Yeah, like why he's so hard to reach on the weekend?
(phone chimes)
Ah, a text from young Officer Gosling.
They got a Missing Persons fitting our victim.
Parents just I.D.'d the body.
Shelly Branigan-- 23 years old, from Islip.
WOMAN: Shelly was the best daughter
any parent could ever want.
She was my heart.
Mrs. Branigan, can you think of anyone
who might have wanted to hurt her?
A jealous boyfriend?
She didn't have a boyfriend.
She was studying to get her GED
and then go on to nursing school.
Course that dream had to be put on hold
when James had his accident.
What happened?
Girder collapsed on my last construction job.
Crushed my leg. CARRIE: I'm so sorry.
AL: Did Shelly work?
It was a tough commute,
but she found something over in the Hamptons.
A waitressing job
at Junior's Cafe near Watermill.
(phone chimes) Ah.
Excuse me.
CARRIE: Who's the artist? JAMES: Our son, Spencer.
He's eight.
Oh.
WOMAN: He and his sister were very close.
AL: According to bank records,
Shelly recently deposited $10,000
into her checking account.
Any idea where
she could've gotten that kind of money?
She made minimum wage plus tips.
There's no way she had that kind of money.
Everything here is how she left it.
Last time I saw her, she was getting ready
to go out.
Any idea where?
I saw her for a minute when she got back from work,
around 7:00.
She mentioned something about a party.
I don't remember where.
She was 23.
I didn't ask.
(sobs)
Why didn't I?
(laughs)
(knocks) Yeah.
Hey, Dr. Webster.
Bet you don't encounter many of these
in your neck of the woods.
Can't say I do.
Call me Jo.
Yeah. Theodore Blumer. Ted.
"And my boy, Joel, who knew the stars,
"he used to say it took millions of years
for that speck o' light to git to the earth."
First time I've heard Thornton Wilder
recited at an autopsy.
Yeah, well, we're doing Our Town
at the Village Playhouse.
Let me guess, you're playing the Stage Manager?
I wish.
Doc Gibbs. I had the lab coat.
Boy, it looks like she's been in the water a long time.
Well, judging by the decomposition, I would say
a couple of days, but she was dead
before she ever hit the drink.
How'd you reach that conclusion?
Well, there wasn't a drop of water in her lungs.
And besides, there's this.
Oh.
Penetrating wound to the brachial artery.
You're thinking exsanguination.
Certainly not the M.O.
of the Long Island serial killer.
He strangles his victims.
Oh, you're familiar with those cases.
I should be.
I autopsied seven of them.
I was not aware of that.
Uh, judging from the wound,
the murder weapon is approximately three inches long
with rather dull edges.
You're very thorough.
For a country coroner.
What were you expecting?
A potato farmer?
No, actually, a feed store operator.
Oh.
I was expecting
a condescending elitist from the city.
Well, now that we've gotten that straightened out,
let's get to work, shall we?
Liver tests that we ran
on previous victims of the killer
showed a high alcohol content.
But her blood alcohol was .016.
That's a glass of wine at dinner.
Any idea what dinner was, or where?
Unfortunately, the critters devoured her stomach contents.
Few people realize that starfish are carnivorous.
We're gonna have
to perform a necropsy
if we're gonna learn what she had for dinner.
Are you serious?
You're gonna do an autopsy on a starfish?
Welcome to the seashore.
Oh, man.
Shelly was super sweet.
All the customers loved her.
She ever have any problems with anyone around here?
She pretty much kept to herself.
I mean, she didn't go out partying
like most of the kids around here.
Right.
But her mom said she was at a party Wednesday night.
If she was, I didn't know about it.
She also just put $10,000 into her checking account.
Any idea where that came from?
(scoffs) Not from here, that's for sure.
She mentioned wanting to find
another job after her dad's accident.
Well, if you wanted to make extra money,
where would you go around here? I'd check out the board.
People post all kinds of things on there.
Waitressing jobs, catering.
How about a charter boat?
Pay's good,
if you can stand eight hours on the water
serving margaritas to a boatload of drunk cidiots.
"Cidiots"?
Idiots from the city.
Present company excluded.
What about, uh, Green Dolphin Charters?
She ever mention them?
Saw her talking to Todd about it.
I don't know if she followed up. Who's Todd?
Todd Peck. He owns Green Dolphin.
Comes in here sometimes.
Huh.
(ship horn blows in distance)
Hey, Tim.
I took care of that
lapsed registration last week.
We're not here about that, Todd.
Hey, Todd.
You know Shelly Branigan?
Nope, but I heard they pulled some chick
out of the water over in Southampton Village.
Is that her?
Why don't you tell me.
I found this in her bedroom.
I give those things out all over town; called marketing.
Oh, yeah? Well, this...
is called an arrest record.
And, oh, look!
This one is yours.
Yeah, attempted rape.
In Maine.
That was an underage college girl
who freaked out when I wouldn't marry her.
Todd, we've also got several
unprosecuted complaints against you from locals you hired.
Those are bogus and you know it, Tim.
Where were you Wednesday night?
Down at the Five Hole. It's a bar.
I got friends that can back me up.
You ever go sailing in the Gilgo Beach area?
I go wherever my clients want me to.
Depends on where the fish are running. Why?
That area happens to be the dumping ground
for the Long Island serial killer.
Get the hell out of here!
I got a waitress
at Junior's Cafe who says you're a regular.
She says you knew Shelly Branigan.
It's a small town.
Guess what, Todd. If you don't start talking,
I'm gonna set Tim here loose on your boat,
and I'm sure he's gonna find plenty of safety violations.
Okay, okay. I did know Shelly.
She called me up a few weeks ago to work a charter trip.
Said she needed extra cash.
I'm sure she just leapt at the chance.
Actually, she called me up a few days later,
said she didn't need the money after all.
I figured she landed some trust-funder.
That's what most of the girls around here are looking for.
I'm gonna need to see your nautical logbooks
from the past two years.
Come on, lady, I don't have time for that.
I got a business to run.
No. You don't got a business to run.
Not anymore.
Oh, yeah, look at this. Your permit.
Consider yourself closed until further notice, okay?
Tim, you gonna let her get away with this?
Can't be operating without a license, Todd.
Look, according to these logbooks,
Peck was in Maine when most of the serial killings occurred.
Just because he's not good for the serial killings
doesn't mean he didn't murder Shelly.
(phone ringing) Yep.
Hey, Jo.
WEBSTER: Oh, listen, I e-mailed you some autopsy photos.
Hang on, I'm gonna put you on speaker. Al's here.
We're on speaker.
Ah.
I'm here with Dr. Blumer, the Southampton medical examiner.
It was definitely a homicide.
The victim bled out from a stab wound.
BLUMER: We found ligature marks on her wrists.
It looks like she was tied with rope
and then weighed down with something.
That's what a ligature is.
I know, I'm telling them.
Hey, Jo.
(snarling)
I think I know where that rope might be.
WEBSTER: Also, we believe
the victim's last meal included caviar,
and based on the roe,
a very special kind of caviar.
Volga Reserve Ossetra.
Starts at $532 an ounce.
Can't be too many places serving that, even around here.
WOMAN: Last time I saw her, she was getting ready to go out.
She mentioned something about a party.
AL: Some cottage.
Dr. Blumer, uh, do you know of a family around here
by the name of Mortimer?
Uh, yes, George Mortimer.
He has a place on Further Lane.
What do you know about him?
He's rich.
Old money.
Uh, beside that, just, you know, what you hear.
Fast boats, fast cars, fast horses.
His daughter is getting married, I think.
Huh.
Oh, did I mention he's rich?
WEBSTER: Carrie, it doesn't sound as though our victim
kept that kind of company.
Well, she did the night she died.
What the hell happened to you?
Ah, nothing.
I'm fine. Just, you know that rope
you wanted me to find on the beach
from the victim?
Well, it seems that stray dogs
don't take too kind to having their chew toys
confiscated as crime scene evidence.
So did you, uh... get the rope?
At the lab now.
Great.
Yes, my daughter's engagement party.
Quite the little soirée.
Rowena, when you're done with that,
I need you in the kitchen. Rápido.
Come on, chop chop.
You're killing me.
Uh, to tell you the truth,
I thought for sure, uh, you boys would be up here,
what, with the music going till, uh, after 2:00 a.m.
Chicago blues--
my daughter loves it.
Flew the whole band out here for the weekend.
(chuckles)
Uh, now what is this about a murder investigation?
Her name's Shelly Branigan.
Her body was found on the beach yesterday morning.
Oh, of course. I heard about that.
Over at the Elsworth place.
Ah, poor girl. What can I do for you?
We have reason to believe
she was at your home the night she died.
At our party?
(chuckles) Uh, I don't think so.
Could she have been working, sir?
On the waitstaff?
I suppose it's possible.
Um, you should check with Lizzy or Travis.
They organized the event.
I just paid for it. (chuckles)
Wow, it must have been an incredible night.
I mean, the music, the food...
I bet she had an amazing time.
Thank you. Yeah.
Yes, it, uh... it was a magical evening.
And you served the Volga Reserve Ossetra caviar.
(chuckles): I mean, come on, really.
Carrie.
I know, I know, I know.
I said I wouldn't say anything, but... (groans)
And yet you are.
CARRIE: I'm such a foodie.
I-I found the menu.
Someone must have posted it online.
That's... I mean, the Reserve?
This time of year?
Well, you certainly know your fish eggs, don't you?
Yeah. (laughs)
Well, you're quite right.
It is very rare.
In fact, I prefer it to the beluga.
Uh-huh. Mm-hmm.
I mean, after all,
your daughter only gets engaged once.
(chuckles): Yeah.
You hope. (chuckles) Right.
Would it be possible to speak with Travis?
Yes. This way.
(phone ringing)
Oh, excuse me for a sec.
Hello?
There they are.
Travis is not much of a tennis player,
but he was top of his class at Wharton.
He'll be joining us this fall at the firm.
LIZZY: Well, she wasn't one of my guests.
Did you invite her?
(clears throat)
No, I've never seen her before. Sorry.
Maybe she worked on the catering staff?
Uh, I forget, which one did we go with, Travis?
Uh... The Fish Monger. It's down at the market
on one of those streets with the name...
Birch Road. Right.
I'm sure they'll have the list of waitstaff.
If it's okay, we'd also like
the invitation list to the party.
Oh, of course.
But, uh, what makes you think the poor girl was here?
We're not at liberty to say at this time.
TRAVIS: Okay, we understand.
We'll forward you our list and RSVPs.
Whatever we can do to help.
I mean, my God, it's... it's awful.
All right, thanks.
You want me to show you out?
We're fine.
You ever read The Great Gatsby?
(chuckles): Welcome to my world.
Mortimer's got a Bentley convertible,
parks it in the handicapped every time he comes to town.
I must have given him 20 tickets myself.
I don't think he's paid a one.
Just donates another statue to the garden at City Hall.
Welcome to the Hamptons.
That was nice back there,
with the "we're not at liberty" stuff.
(chuckles): Thanks.
Where'd you get that?
Saw it on TV.
We have about 20 people on our catering staff.
Mostly locals who've been with us for years.
The catering supervisor is the one that does
the hiring and firing.
Hey, Bob?
CARRIE: Thank you.
Shelly Branigan?
Name doesn't ring a bell.
Hey, Jerry...
Not so hard.
Here. You're chewing it up.
Doesn't ring a bell, huh?
You know, let me check the staff list
in case maybe she worked freelance.
All right, Branigan.
Uh, Branigan, Branigan, Branigan.
Sorry, nope. No Branigan.
You do a lot of work for George Mortimer?
A fair amount.
He likes to entertain. Yeah?
Do any of his parties ever get...
I don't know, crazy, out of control?
Look, this doesn't come from me, okay?
Mortimer's kind of a big man around here.
Totally off the record. Promise.
(sighs) All right.
Some of my waitresses have...
you know, complained about him.
Can you be a little more specific, Bob?
They say once he's knocked back a few G and T's,
can't keep his hands to himself.
Ah. Especially around the local girls.
The ones who can't fight back, right?
Right.
Those kind.
Yeah.
(people whooping, chattering)
Some town you got here, Tim.
You grew up here? Noyac.
After college, I bummed around the country for a bit,
but something always pulled me back here.
I guess the salt air gets into your blood, huh?
Hey, Chris, how you doing?
Hey, everyone, come here!
I want to ask you a few questions.
All right, come on, guys.
Guys, come on.
Guys... guys, stop playing games!
Stop, circle up.
It'll take two minutes.
You were all on the invite list
for the Mortimer's party the other night.
I want to know if you recognize this woman.
I don't. Did you look at it?
No. Nah, not me.
Uh-uh.
Hey, take a look.
Guys, focus.
You see her? Never have.
Nah, she doesn't look familiar, man. Are you sure?
MAN: So many people were there that night.
There's no way you can tell.
Nope, not me.
No. Mm-mm.
Nah.
Okay, thanks.
Let us know if you hear anything.
Why'd that kid seem embarrassed that you knew him?
Chris? Yeah.
Probably 'cause he's a local.
His dad's a plumber here in town.
He wants to run with the big dogs.
Give me a second.
Chris!
Come here.
I want to talk to you.
Now, listen, I've been doing this a long time.
I think you've got more to say.
Ah, not really. Hey, Chris.
Girl's dead.
Local kid, just like you.
I don't want to stir anything up, all right?
These guys are my friends.
Yeah, you really believe that?
You think you'll still be in their lives
when they go back to Manhattan, Moscow,
wherever it is they're from?
All right, I might have seen her at the party.
But I'm not sure.
Where?
Backyard.
Was she with anyone? Talking to anyone?
Nah, she was pretty much on her own.
She seemed a little out of place.
Probably why I picked up on her.
I've been there.
Me, too.
Thanks for stepping up.
WEBSTER: So, I went over the serial killer case files
with Dr. Blumer.
And the previous victims were all strangled
and partially dismembered.
Frankly, this case does not fit the bill.
What?
What is it with you and this Blumer guy?
Every time you talk about him
you get this weird little smile on your face.
(laughs): Oh, no.
I just find him interesting, that's all.
I mean, he's actually doing a play at the local theater.
How many coroners do you know...? See, right there.
What? What? There it is, there it is.
This weird little smile on your face.
AL: Honey, I'm home!
He's just doing a play.
You like him. No.
(clears throat) So...
I checked with the lab. Yeah.
That rope from the beach--
it's sold with a specific brand of Zodiac dinghy.
Guess who owns two of them.
George Mortimer.
How'd you know?
(door opens) JAY: Hey, Carrie?
The jets in the Jacuzzi aren't jetting.
Jay?
Hey.
I, uh...
thought you guys could, uh, use some help.
With the Jacuzzi?
Nah, I thought I could cross-reference
some suspect profiles,
run some data analysis... CARRIE: Jay?
I also understand you need some access
to financial files. Jay.
He's not... he's not buying it.
Okay, look.
The city's a freakin' sauna, my air conditioning is busted,
and I really wanted to check out Eliot's place, so...
(phone ringing) All right, Jay.
Well, you're gonna have
to earn your keep. Really?
Uh, well, when do we start?
Yeah, Tim?
Okay, we'll meet you there.
How about now?
We got a warrant
for Mortimer's place.
Yes!
What's the probable cause for this search?
It's all right here in this warrant.
This is absurd.
GOSLING: I found this in one on the Zodiacs.
Thought we could compare it to the rope from the beach.
Looks like it just came off the shelf.
Do you just buy a new anchor for your boat?
You don't have to answer that, George.
I most certainly did not.
What are they doing with that spray?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey. Don't get sprayed.
Watch where you step, watch where you step.
That's called luminol.
And what is luminol?
It's a chemiluminescent,
which means it glows in the presence of blood.
MAN: All right, we're ready. Light it up.
JAY: Just like that.
Don't say a word.
There were over 250 people at his home for that party.
Any one of them had access to that boathouse.
End of story.
I have another story.
Shelly was an attractive young woman.
Maybe you'd seen her at Junior's
out on Montauk Highway.
Maybe not.
But that night, she caught your eye.
You invited her down to the boathouse for a little fun.
Things got hot.
She rejected you.
You killed her.
Let's say... accidentally.
That is preposterous.
George, don't say another word.
Lieutenant Burns is telling us a story.
At first, you panic.
But then you realize you have the perfect escape route.
The water.
So you throw her body into the Zodiac,
tie her to an anchor, dump her in the sea.
Problem is the rope frays.
The body surfaces...
floating inconveniently ashore.
Bringing us all here today.
That is a fine story, Lieutenant.
I suggest you hold on to it.
Who knows?
It might even make a fine novel or screenplay someday.
You may have even found your own true calling.
But know this.
If you ever call my client in here again
and accuse him of murder,
it'll be the only calling available to you.
We're leaving now.
What are you doing here?
Well, I heard you had a big fish on the line.
He just swam right by you.
Oh. Let me guess.
Thought you'd come out, give us a hand?
How'd you know I was gonna say that?
(chuckles)
*
(meat sizzling)
Hey, everybody. CARRIE: Hello!
Murray, how do you like your bluefish?
Jay, that is a very personal question.
No, I was just asking...
Wh-What? (laughs)
Surprise me, Jay.
JAY: You won't be disappointed.
You get anything on that anchor?
It's what we thought.
The luminol showed a lot of blood
all over the boathouse, nothing on the anchor.
So we prove Mortimer bought the new anchor, we got him.
You know what?
I'll check all the nautical supply shops in the area.
Yeah, you do that. I got this.
Come on.
(phone ringing)
Oh, Murray, would you get that for me, please?
Sure.
Hello?
Oh, uh... sure.
Just, uh, hold on one second.
It's Ted for Jo.
Ted? Who's Ted?
Oh, it's-it's just a work thing.
It's the local M.E.
Hello?
(laughs): Oh, yes
JAY: Okay, there are literally,
like, a thousand nautical stores on the island.
Yeah, so get started.
I got this.
(laughing)
Are you sure you're not hungry?
Nah, I don't have that much of an appetite.
Nah? Mm-mm.
Okay, suit yourself.
Yeah, check that out.
His family has produced three congressmen,
two secretaries of state and an ambassador to Sweden.
And a hell of a fortune.
CARRIE: Yeah, more money than Shelly Branigan will see
in a thousand lifetimes. It doesn't...
it doesn't seem fair, does it?
Well, it's the American way.
Every town's got one-- that big house on the hill.
But what was a little girl from Islip doing there?
Okay, I've been going through the phone records
from the diner where Shelly worked.
It turns out there's a two-minute phone call
from there to the Mortimer house.
(phone ringing) When?
A few days ago. That's enough for me.
Hello? AL: Nah, nah.
You're forgetting, Mortimer's lawyered up.
We can't go anywhere near him.
No, I'm sorry, Eliot's not here.
Can I take a message?
MORTIMER: Rowena. Rápido. Rápido.
Come on, chop, chop.
Maybe we don't have to.
I really shouldn't be here.
If Mr. Mortimer finds out, I could be fired.
I understand that we put you in an uncomfortable position
by asking you here, but we really do appreciate your help.
(sighs)
Here it is.
Shelly Branigan.
She called last Monday afternoon
and said she was a waitress at some diner.
Did she ask for Mr. Mortimer?
No, the call was for Miss Lizzy's fiancé,
Mr. Harrington.
Miss Branigan said
he left his jacket at the restaurant
and he should come get it.
You're sure it wasn't for Mr. Mortimer?
Oh, yes.
Miss Branigan?
She asked for Travis.
She knew his name.
Huh.
I went to Junior's with a bunch of friends
after drinking one night.
Must have forgotten my jacket then.
You said you didn't recognize Shelly.
I don't. Ah.
Travis, we know she waited on you that night
at Junior's Café.
We have receipts.
Like I said, I'd been out drinking.
I didn't recognize the photo.
Yeah, here's the thing, Travis.
When she called the Mortimers' house,
she asked for you by name.
So she knew who I was.
Like it or not, it happens out here.
Mr. Harrington,
we did a little digging into your financials.
We understand you made
a $10,000 withdrawal
from your bank account a few days ago.
I've got a wedding coming up.
That money was a retainer for the florist.
That an EpiPen?
Uh, yes.
Peanut allergy. Oh.
CARRIE: Who's the artist?
JAMES: Our son Spencer.
He's eight.
Excuse me for a second.
Yeah, sure.
Hey, Jo, I need you
to check something for me.
Engagement party.
Sometimes local kids try to crash our parties.
You know, free food and booze.
Maybe she came with someone.
Hmm, maybe.
So I was wrong, guys.
There are only 737 nautical supply shops on Long Island.
In other words, you haven't traced the anchor.
Whoa, easy, boss.
I mean, I'm working with some very crude tools here.
I'm lucky if I can get 3G out here.
Plus, I'm running some kind of RF interference
on the wireless, so...
In other words, you haven't traced the anchor.
Okay, you could put it that way.
But I'm working on it.
What do you have on Travis?
Well, first off, he's not who he says he is.
I ran a full background check.
He grew up as Travis Harlow in Islip.
He and Shelly were
in the same class at school. (phone ringing)
I knew it.
Knew what?
Hey, Jo.
What do you got?
That's what I thought.
Okay, thank you.
Bye. So?
What do you know?
Come with me, I'll show you.
Travis is a good kid.
He came from a really rough family.
Lot of drinking and fighting.
He and his brother Robbie used to hang out at our house a lot.
I'm sorry, but Travis and Shelly grew up together?
You didn't think this was important for us to know?
They haven't seen each other in over eight years.
You mean ever since Spencer was born?
Did you know that peanut allergies are 85% genetic?
Spencer and Travis both have one.
So do a lot of people.
Mrs. Branigan,
we know Shelly had a baby.
Her autopsy proved it.
There are records at St. Barnabas Hospital in Islip.
That is not true.
How can you come into our home
and say that?
We have the records
if you'd like to see them.
Spencer is our son.
JAMES: Sandra.
Stop.
We can't keep going on like this.
You were right.
Shelly had Spencer when she was 15 years old.
With Travis.
Yeah.
They were just kids.
So we made a deal.
Travis signed away his parental rights,
we adopted Spencer and raised him as our own.
You told us you didn't even know Shelly.
But the fact is, you had a child with her.
Why'd you lie?
We slept together once when we were 15.
Once.
It wasn't like we had a relationship.
Tell that to your son.
Those were rough years.
My mom was an alcoholic, and my dad beat the crap out of us.
When Sandra and Jim offered to take Spencer,
it seemed like a solution.
At least he'd grow up in a stable home.
So you got the hell out of Islip,
changed your name, came back a new man.
I went to school.
Worked my ass off and made something of myself,
if that's what you mean.
Then Shelly found you again and threatened to ruin everything.
She wasn't looking for me.
I ran into her at Junior's beginning of summer.
First time in years.
She told me about her father's accident
and said they were strapped for cash,
so I helped her out.
With the $10,000 you withdrew from your account.
I didn't have to give her a cent, legally.
I just felt bad for her.
Or maybe you just wanted to shut her up.
If George Mortimer found out you lied about who you were
and you had an eight year-old son,
I doubt you'd still be the prize catch for his precious daughter.
Just because I fathered a child at 15 doesn't mean I'm a killer.
No, but it gives you motive.
Maybe I should get a lawyer.
Maybe.
You were at the house,
you had a relationship with the victim,
and you lied to us.
It's not looking good.
Look, we're gonna find the person
who sold you that new anchor, and that's it, Travis,
you're going away.
Just a matter of time.
All right.
I did it.
I killed Shelly, but it was an accident.
Tell me what happened.
She showed up at the party.
Threatened to tell Lizzy everything.
Then she demanded $50,000 to go away.
I took her down to the boathouse
to try to talk some sense into her,
but she wouldn't listen.
She got violent.
Came at me with a knife.
I managed to get it away from her.
Next thing I knew, there was blood everywhere.
She was dead in, like, three minutes.
I don't buy it, not for a second. Too easy.
Yeah, I thought so, too. So what's he doing? (phone ringing)
(sighs): I don't know.
Yeah, Jay.
Okay, I hit pay dirt.
Nautical store in Medford confirms they sold our anchor.
Had the serial number and everything.
Manager said the guy came in early.
Was it Travis?
Well, the clerk who sold it is gone for the day.
Manager's pretty fuzzy, couldn't I.D. Travis's photos.
But he remembers the guy pulled a big wad of cash
out of a money clip when he paid for it.
WOMAN: The catering supervisor is
the one that does the hiring and firing.
Thank you.
WOMAN: Hey, Bob?
He and his brother Robbie used to hang out at our house a lot.
A scrimshaw money clip?
JAY: Uh, yeah, actually.
Jay, do me a favor.
Um, call the Fish Monger over on-on Birch Road.
There was a supervisor there by the name of Bob.
I need his full name.
Copy that.
What's Bob the supervisor got to do with anything?
He had a money clip.
I saw him shucking oysters.
Not so hard. You're chewing it up.
Here.
Shelly was killed by a three-inch blade
with dull edges.
Oyster knife.
An oyster knife.
That's our murder weapon.
(phone ringing)
Yeah, Jay, go ahead.
JAY: Okay, you guys ready for this?
Bob's full name is Robert Harlow.
As in Travis Harlow.
So George Mortimer's future son-in-law
and Bob the oyster shucker are brothers.
That's why Travis confessed so fast.
He's protecting his brother.
He knows Robert did it, and he's taking the fall for him.
Well, what do we do with Travis?
We just arrested him for murder.
That's right.
We just arrested him.
Everyone knows big-city cops
play fast and loose with the rules.
Looks like you caught a break.
Mr. Mortimer called in a favor with Judge Addison.
What happened?
Those cops from the city screwed up big-time.
Continued asking you questions after you asked for a lawyer.
Got the whole thing on video.
Addison took one look, invalidated the arrest warrant.
You're free to go.
Just like that?
Well, helps to have judges who owe you favors, I guess.
But I wouldn't go too far if I were you.
(door opens, closes)
Seem like he bought it?
Let's just hope it works, right?
(phone ringing)
Yeah, Murray?
Phone tap just intercepted a call
from Travis to his brother Robert.
Told him to meet him at the Marina in an hour.
Travis has a boat out there, Al.
They're gonna run.
AL: Subject just arrived.
Exiting vehicle.
He's carrying a duffel bag.
Copy that.
Big brother's in the boatyard.
What the hell is this?
I thought we were gonna make a plan.
Yeah, this is the plan.
Take the money, take the boat, go somewhere.
Don't come back. I brought some clothes and stuff.
No, come on, Travis.
God, Robbie, why'd you have to kill her?
BOB: I told you, bro,
she was gonna take you down.
Not enough; he has to say it.
All hold.
TRAVIS: So she wanted money.
Big deal.
A hundred grand? That's a big deal to me.
You told me 50.
Whatever, 50, a hundred...
Did she even mention money?
Travis, I know her kind of people, our kind of people.
She wanted one thing. What did she say?
She said she wanted to talk to you, say good-bye.
I knew what that meant.
She knew I'd be heading back to the city
and we'd never see each other again.
She didn't want to embarrass me by coming by my house,
so she came to the party,
where she knew there'd be a million people,
to say good-bye.
I don't know. A little late for theories.
Get out of here. Now.
And what are you gonna do?
Even if I disappear, you can't talk to Lizzy!
About what?! You can't tell her!
About what?! About Shelly?!
About my son? I have to.
She'll drop you before the words are out of your mouth!
I don't care.
You can't, Travis! You...
You're gonna throw it all away.
All right, I screwed up.
But everything I sacrificed so that you could be somebody...
I worked triple shifts to put you through college!
I know what you did.
Listen to me.
They got nothing.
We're gonna get our stories straight and...
Good-bye, Robbie. No, no, no.
Listen, listen, listen. All right, we can go together.
I know a guy in Halifax.
I'm staying, Robbie!
Get over here!
Get in the damn boat, Travis!
(grunts)
You understand what I did?!
I killed for you!
I didn't ask you to!
That's it, let's go!
Go, go!
All units, green light.
Move in.
(both grunting)
You didn't ask me?!
Huh?! You didn't ask me?!
(siren wailing)
Police! Stop!
AL: Hands! Hands!
CARRIE: Get up! Now!
Back up! Back up!
OFFICER: All right, keep your hands up!
All right, I got him.
Every day you asked me, since you were a kid,
"Help me."
So I gave you a chance.
All right, let's go, pal. Come on.
Good luck.
(grunts) OFFICER: Call it in.
(quiet chatter)
Well, uh, looks like it's back
to confiscating beach fireworks for me.
I really enjoyed my time with you guys.
Likewise.
Thank you.
Hello.
Oh, hey!
Just checking in, making sure
you people haven't trashed my house.
Well, it's still early, boss. (chuckles)
I hear congratulations are in order, so...
I brought some champagne... type substance
from a local vineyard.
Quite a place you got here, Eliot.
Thank you.
(chuckles) AL: Salt...
Salt or no salt?
Really?
You don't remember? What?
That the last time we had margaritas was
October 23, 2002...
No. No!
...Winterfest, Hanover Square?
No, no, no, it wasn't.
I know.
My birthday party at Diablo's last year.
I'm just keeping you honest.
Enjoy your salt.
Thank you very much.
You're thinking about Shelly, aren't you?
I don't know.
She wanted to see the father of her son move forward,
get closure, and it got her killed.
Yeah. What about Travis?
What does he get, obstruction, accessory?
My guess is the Mortimers will be very happy
to have this all just go away.
Yeah, my guess is you're right.
"His dream must have seemed so close,
that he could hardly fail to grasp it."
Gatsby.
Ooh, not a story that ends very well.
Ever.
(cork pops)
(laughter, cheering)
JAY: Oh, hey!
Hey, I got a suggestion.
Major Crimes should set up a Long Island division.
From June to Labor Day.
Hear, hear!
I'll drink to that.
Whoa. (chuckles)
You guys, let's get a picture. Let's do this.
Let's... Here, Jay, come over here.
Yeah, good, perfect. Stay right...
Great, yeah, stay put. AL: Picture time, Carrie.
Come on, let's get in here. Ready, guys? Squeeze in.
Hey, guys, get in the shot.
All right, ready?
And one, two, three.
Smile. And...
ALL: Cheers!
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