08x09 - The Loneliest Number

[bunniefuu]

What do you think you're doing?

- Checking for tattoos.

- Well, I've got one.

You just gotta look harder.

- The hunt begins.

- Warmer.

You're warmer.

Warmer.

Oh, yeah, right there.

You're red hot.

Don't stop baby.

- Hey, what the hell
was that all about, pal?

Oh man.

- Any ID?

- Yeah, Florida license,

Miami address, Hartford Sullivan.

- su1c1de?

Could be.

- Any powder burns?

- Well, Morton said he found
some on the victim's skull,

which would indicate
a self-inflicted wound,

but no g*n was found in the car.

- Well, maybe he had some help.

- Could be.

Find out, all right, you need me?

No, I don't think so.

- I'll see you at the station.

- Okay.

- Their stories match.

They were having a little moonlight picnic,

heard a single g*nsh*t,
car flattened the guardrail,

came down the hill, and
they got out of the way

just in time.

- So they didn't see
anybody flee the scene?

- Nobody.

- Something's not right here.

Sterling says the sh*t
was fired at close range.

If nobody fled the scene, where's the g*n?

It's not in the car.

Maybe the perp jumped
before the car went off the road.

- Well, he had to be a stuntman then.

The car was moving fast.

The railing didn't even slow him down.

- There's one other possibility.

He would have lost control of his car

somewhere around here.

Hello.

Well, for every action, there's an equal

and opposite reaction.

- So Sullivan put the g*n to his head,

pulled the trigger, and the recoil

knocked the g*n out of the car.

- su1c1de. - su1c1de.

Brilliant deduction, professor St. John.

- Elementary, my dear Watson.

- Whatever happened to good
old fashioned water bagels?

Geez, sun-dried tomatoes on a bagel.

Now, who came up with that?

- It's okay, Harry.

You know, it's called
progress, things change.

- Excuse me, I'm as
progressive as the next guy,

but some things are sacred.

- Oh yeah, like wearing those plain pants,

white socks, and black shoes.

- I've been wearing this
since I made detective.

- Yeah.

- Don't let her rag you, Harry.

You know, clothing styles are cyclical.

, years, you're
bound to be back in style.

- Listen, this is from Miami P.D.

Hartford, a.K.A. Hart Sullivan,

he was also wanted for m*rder.

Since he offed himself in our jurisdiction,

I want you two to drive down there.

- Let's see, who do we know in Miami?

- Oh no.

No, no, no, no, don't even start.

- Evelyn. - No, it's not a holiday,

there hasn't been a death in the family.

I don't have any intentions
of dropping in on my mother.

We are quite content
leading our separate lives.

- Separate. - As in apart.

- So we have no problem
with you going to Miami?

- No, not a problem.

Oh, come on, guys, she's not that bad.

- Yes, she is. - Yes, she is.

- Maybe.

What's wrong with you? - Nothing.

- That's why you're acting like something

from scream is after you.

- I know.

I think you're reading way too much into me

being cautious and alert.

- I am?

- Yes, you are.

- So absolutely nothing is bothering you?

- No, and if there was
you'd be the first person

that I would tell.

- Fine by me.

Cassie,

- yeah?

- There's your mother.

- Where?

- Glad to see nothing big is bothering you.

Nothing that say six or sessions

with a psychoanalyst couldn't cure.

- It's not complex.

It's simple.

I just feel guilty because I don't have

a closer relationship with her.

- How can you have a close relationship

with somebody you don't even like?

- I never said I didn't like her.

- You did.

- No, I didn't.

I just said I feel guilty, that's all.

I mean,

what daughter doesn't love her mother?

- Well we could start
with Christine and Joan

and Mia, soon-yi.

Then there's Lizzie borden.

What do you need?

- Detective jaeckel, narcotics.

He's handling the Sullivan case.

- Russ.

- Cassie St. John.

This is my partner, Tom Ryan.

- So what can I do to make
your job easier, Cassie?

- I have some reports to file.

If you guys need anything,
I'm right down the hall.

- What do you know about hart Sullivan?

- Well he was smooth for a junkie.

I'll give him that.

- A junkie?

- Addict, con man, professional loser.

He had a lot of hobbies.

He financed his drug habit

by romancing older wealthy widows

and leaving their bank accounts empty.

- What about this m*rder charge?

- He had a sister named Courtney.

She was a dealer.

We figure she was his supplier.

He owed a lot of money.

She cut him off, he k*lled her.

- He k*lled his own sister.

- He's paranoid, juiced
up, who knows what else.

Once he sobered up and
realized what he'd done

he ka-chew, blew his own brains out.

- What was he doing in palm beach?

- You tell me.

This is the case file.

- So the older women that hart was seeing.

Is there a list?

- Ah partial, I'm sure there's tons more.

- Do you mind if we talk to some of them.

- Be my guest.

Just let me know if you find anything.

- We will.

- No frannie, you go to sarasota, honey.

Yes, well Sophie needs you, uh huh.

Bursitis can be a very
painful thing, honey.

I understand.

In the freezer, I know.

No, no take out, I promise.

All right honey, yeah.

Me too, bye.

What's next?

- Next is an adjective, captain.

- Oh my god.

- I always was to you, wasn't I limpy?

- Jack colgate.

- Remember when I used to
do that to you in boot camp?

The old one two?

- Yeah, yeah. - Huh, huh?

- Yes, yes I remember!

Why are you here?

- Well, I was down in
Miami doing a little r and r

and I thought my old buddy

from the th parallel,

he's here in palm beach, so...

- Are you staying long?

- Open ended, my friend.

Open ended.

Hey that gray in your
hair looks good on you.

How's Mary?

- Mary?

- The little wifey, the stable mate,

the roll in the hay hay hay gal.

- Frannie, Jack, her name is frannie.

- Whatever.

I was thinking the three of us,

the three amigos,

we break a little bread.

Get a little gullet, so to speak.

Catch up on what's what and what's not.

- Oh gee, Jack, I'd love to see,

but frannie's out of town.

- Out of town, that's better!

I'll haul my gear out of the hotel.

Bunk in with you.

- No, no, that's not gonna work!

- I remember like it was yesterday.

The Chinese were pouring over our lines

like hot syrup over pancakes in Louisiana.

Me with a bayonet wound to the shoulder.

Still pumping away with the m one

and you, you puking up the spam.

But we held them, partner, remember?

- Yeah. - Remember?

- Yeah.

- Huh? - Yeah.

- Huh? - Yeah.

- Huh? - Yes I remember.

I remember, how could I forget?

Here's my address.

You'll find a key under a fake rock

next to a geranium.

Make yourself at home.

- Don't you worry about me, buddy.

This kiester's baked in more ovens

than Fresno has raisins.

- Yeah.

Whatever that means.

I'm sure you're right.

I'll see you tonight.

- Oh absolute a minty naught.

- No. - No, no, no.

We have way too much luggage

to open up and share.

Lunch is on me.

- Well, I already have a lunch date so...

- Break it.

Who could be more
important than the guy who

saved your life.

Oh unless of course it's a dame,

and then it's a wink
and a nod from me, huh?

- No, no.

- Secret's safe with me, senor.

- Yeah. - You know what I mean?

- Yeah. - Huh?

- Yeah. - Huh?

- No!

I have no...

It's not like that.

There's no...

Lunch, lunch would be okay, Jack.

Do you like fish?

- Anything from the
sea is all right with me.

See you.

Oh why me, why?

- Tom, you are a gem.

- Miss vandermere?

- Missus.

My late husband may be
gone but he's not forgotten.

Lower, darling.

Oh yes.

- Mrs., Mrs. Vandermere.

My apologies.

How well did you know hart Sullivan?

- Hart, dear hart.

- We understand hart stole money from you.

- Yes, that's true.

- But you never pressed charges?

- My dear, hart Sullivan may have been

perfectly diabolical to others.

To me he was a perfect gentleman.

- Well perfect gentlemen don't always con

widows out of thousands of dollars.

- Con?

He did nothing of the kind.

Hart Sullivan was worth
every penny he took...

I gave to him.

- Marion, did you ever see hart use dr*gs?

- dr*gs, lord no!

After what they did to his sister

he was dead set against them.

Single malt scotch,

dom perignon, certainly.

But dr*gs?

No, never.

- Jaeckel's report stated that Courtney

was tortured to death.

- Seems like a perfect gentleman to me.

- Or a concerned brother.

St. John.

- Yeah listen, Morton's
report just came in.

Well, how's it look?

- Pretty much what we expected.

Definitely looks like a su1c1de.

I'll fax you over a copy.

- Great, is there anything else?

- Well, when we ran
the plates on hart's car

they came up stolen.

Well I know, so?

- We found out this
morning that they were stolen

from another black BMW convertible.

So we ran the vehicle identification number

off the engine block.

- What is it, Harry?

Call you back.

- What's wrong?

- Um, they ran the vin on hart's BMW.

Registered owner is Evelyn St. John.

That's my mother.

- You look tired, Cassandra.

You're not eating well.

- I'm fine, mom.

Do you know a Marion vandermere?

- I know of her.

I don't know her personally.

- Well, what do you know of her?

- Ah, she's something of a society figure.

Nuevo-ish widow.

Something of a joke in my circle.

- Well it's always nice

when you blue bloods can share a laugh.

- Cassandra!

- Now would that,

that boat right there.

Would that be a sloop?

- Would you know if it wasn't?

- Evelyn, do you know hart Sullivan?

- Yes, he's a friend.

How long did you know him?

- Not long.

- Did you lend him a car?

- Yes I did, is this going somewhere?

- Well you two must have gotten close.

- Ah it is going somewhere.

If you have something to ask, just ask it.

- Fine.

Were you sleeping with hart Sullivan, mom?

- Yes, does it shock you?

- Shock me, no.

Makes me sad.

- I don't need your pity or your judgment.

- I don't think they...

- don't defend her.

And don't pretend that your opinion of me

is any different.

- Oh it is different, Evelyn.

Cassie gives you the benefit of the doubt.

I know better.

- Oh, are you really ready
to play with me, Tom?

- I don't think this is a game.

- Then you're really not
ready to play with me.

And much as this conversation is a blast,

I'm going to ask you to leave

before you and I draw blood.

- Fine with me.

- Look, hart Sullivan was a con man

and probably a m*rder*r.

Now we know that he stole
money from Marion vandermere

and at least five other women.

- I see.

These women, did they press charges?

Did they accuse hart
of stealing their money?

- Mom, you don't know what kind of man...

- I do know what kind of man he is.

Do you know what kind of man he is?

- Well I know what the
Miami police think of him.

- Well, why don't we
just call him and ask him.

- Oh we can't do that, Evelyn.

Hart Sullivan committed su1c1de yesterday.

- I can assure you Cassandra,

hart Sullivan was many things

but he was not a thief
and he was not a k*ller.

- Mom...

- is there anything you need from me?

- No.

- Well then the gracious thing to do

is leave.

- So what, after the
w*r you went right into

law enforcement, huh?

- Well, no actually...

Uh no.

Actually I married frannie
and then joined the force.

How about you, Jack?

You ever get married?

- No, no, not this stallion, limpy.

There were too many mares out there

giving away free milk

for this raging ram.

- Raging.

- Speaking of which,

how is the sex with you and the wife?

- Uh, Jack.

I don't think...

- whoa, whoa!

Forgive me.

I didn't know the steam
had gone out of the iron.

Well, that's a common problem.

I hear that Viagra works wonders.

- My iron is fine, Jack.

My iron is fine.

Things are very nice
between frannie and I, so...

- A little protein and
crushed oyster shells.

I hear that keeps the old bellows pumping,

you know what I mean?

- Yeah. - Huh?

- Yeah. - Huh?

- Pumping, pumping, I know what you mean.

So what line of work are you in?

- Clothing.

- Clothing, well what kind?

- Women's lingerie.

You know I sell push
up bras, bikini underwear,

high end garter belts, that type of thing.

You know, I seem to have a knack

for knowing what a naked
woman looks good in.

Let me tell you,

the ad that the push up bra,

that has turned this business around!

The mechanical ability of a piece of fabric

to turn a woman's breasts

into unforgettable melons is a marvel...

You know what I mean?

- Yeah.

- Is the fish okay?

- It's a little dry.

I like it a little fresher.

- Well have you ever tried screaming fish?

- Screaming fish? - Yeah.

I had it in Singapore.

It is out of this world.

See they take the head of the fish

and they encase it in a block of ice.

And then they gut the
little guppie and fry it.

Now the ice keeps the fish's brain working

while the body cooks.

Boy there's nothing like
the sight of a cooked fish

trying to suck air

to let you know it's really fresh.

I'm sorry, please.

I'll pick up... It's on... Lunch.

- Light eaters.

- It's the dynamic duo from palm beach.

You guys find a good motel?

- Well there was some
kind of convention in town.

- Podiatrists.

- The only thing available
was eight miles out of town.

- Motel .

- Sounds comfy.

- It was more like trying
to sleep in a Turkish prison.

If we didn't get out of there soon

I was gonna call amnesty international.

- So how's the investigation going?

- We got back the me's report.

- After Courtney was
m*rder*d hart disappeared.

He had a three day beard,

he was wearing the same
clothes the whole time.

- That makes sense, he was on the run.

- Your report stated that
Courtney was tortured

and stabbed repeatedly.

- That's right.

- Well the only blood on
hart's clothing was his own.

- Maybe he cleaned
himself up after the m*rder.

He put on a new set of clothes,

then he wore those for three days.

- Maybe, that doesn't sound like someone

who's, how did you put it?

Juiced up and paranoid.

- Yeah, we have the toxicology report.

Take a look at it.

Says that hart had a small
trace of alcohol in his system

but no trace of narcotics.

- There's not even any
signs of prior drug usage.

- Hey, I'll admit it.

Maybe I was wrong,

but I got a question for you.

If hart didn't k*ll his sister, who did?

- Sheila Chester.

- Yes.

- We're detectives Ryan and St. John.

Palm beach police department.

- Do you know this woman?

- Yeah, it's Courtney.

- Do you mind if we come in?

- Not at all.

Can I get you anything?

- No, we're fine.

Miami records indicate that you were busted

for cocaine possession

and that your supplier
was Courtney Sullivan.

- Yeah, she was.

But I'm clean now.

- I hope you can stay that way.

Do you know who her supplier was?

- No, she came out of nowhere.

I knew her socially.

Flake she was dealing was very righteous.

- You think the competition k*lled her?

- I was told her brother did.

- You think he did?

- Well once I was at Courtney's house

making a buy and he came in

and he was really,
really pissed off at her.

So maybe, I don't know.

- Well, getting back to the competition

do you think that they would let her poach

in their territory?

- Early on one of the locals
b*at the crap out of her.

And couple of days
later he, what's left of him,

washes up on the south side of the bay.

So, no, they didn't touch her after that.

Look, whoever she was in bed with

was a headline bad news.

- Well thank you for your time.

- You sure I can't get you something?

I don't get many people
around here anymore.

- Keep after it.

You're doing great.

- You already know Courtney
Sullivan was a dealer.

She's dead, does it really matter

who her supplier was?

- Well maybe she crossed him

or she knew something
and was blackmailing them.

- I guess it's worth looking into.

- I don't know.

Even if hart wasn't doing dr*gs

he was a career criminal.

I can't believe he wasn't involved in

his sister's dealings.

- Not giving up on him as a suspect.

There's just so much we don't know.

- Hart's last known Mark
was Marion vandermere.

He left her three months ago.

What I'd like to know

is where he's been staying since then.

- Probably with another blue haired widow.

- Actually uh...

- yeah, we were thinking
the exact same thing

so why don't you let us look into this

and let you know what we come up with.

- Keep us informed.

- Yeah, we'll let you
know if we find anything.

- I'm a busy man, talk fast.

- Are you out of your mind?

- Just trust me.

- No, trust you?

This...

You're interfering with
the investigating officers.

We're outsiders here.

It's their case.

- I can't explain it, okay?

It's just a feeling that I have.

- A feeling is not good enough, cass.

Come on.

By not telling them about Evelyn,

you're breaking the law.

- Look, my mother...

- your mother has never done anything

to look out for you.

She's never protected you,

so why would you protect her?

- Now you're stepping way over the line.

- No I'm not.

No I'm not, cass.

I'm not your husband anymore.

I'm not the son-in-law.

The good son-in-law that has
to behave and keep the peace.

I'm your friend.

Probably the best friend that you have.

It's my job to tell you all the bad stuff.

The stuff you don't wanna hear

and it's time you heard the truth.

- The truth, just what is the truth?

- The truth is that Evelyn
only cares about Evelyn.

She's never inconvenienced
herself in the slightest

to do anything for you.

And you're willing to
risk your entire career

to save her the embarrassment of having

to admit to her own mistakes.

She's sad.

She's manipulative.

She's an angry woman who
only feels good about herself

by making everybody else
around her feel miserable.

That's the truth.

Cassie...

The truth is that everybody
else has seen through that

and they're all gone,

and you're the only one that's left

willing to do the dance.

Well I feel better.

- These fitness reports
are unacceptable, officers.

I will not having police
officers whose bodies

resemble big bird's.

I wanna a retake on all personnel who

fall below minimums

within three weeks.

Did you understand that?

All right, dismissed!

- Well I see the old donut
days are here again, huh limpy?

- Jack, give me a minute, will you?

- Boy I tell you, I see any of my models

with a few rolls of fat
on them, I can them.

No blt's for me.

- Yeah, okay, that's...

Blt's?

- Borderline tubbies.

You see, I'm seeing what reinforced nylon

can do to a woman's waist.

Believe me, it is not a pretty sight.

- Yeah, I'm sure it isn't.

- Yeah, I've seen blubber, my friend.

Oh yeah.

Had a buddy of mine.

Had to take him to the er.

He had trouble with the boom boom machine.

- The boom boom machine?

- Well you know the ticker, the pump.

The beater, you know what I mean?

- The heart? - The heart, yeah.

So while we're in the er

they bring this woman in.

I mean she is a veritable behemoth.

I'm talking Moby d*ck's sister here.

She's got more rolls of
fat than Jabba the Hut,

do you know what I mean?

- Yeah. - Huh?

- Yeah. - Huh?

- Yeah, well maybe.

- Yeah, so apparently she's covered,

been in an automobile accident, mind you.

Covered with blood and dirt.

So while they're cleaning her up

you know what they find?

- Yeah, I don't think I want to.

- They find a half eaten tuna fish sandwich

between the rolls of jelly.

And it was so fresh the lettuce

hadn't even wilted yet.

Yeah. - Yeah.

- Speaking of fresh,

be still my viral heart.

- Yeah, forgive him please.

He's a little late on his medication.

- I love the way you pack your heat.

- You can't do that here!

- Well you gotta put the hook in the water

if you're gonna catch the fish.

You know what I mean?

- Yeah, yeah. - Huh, huh?

- No, here's no fishing
allowed in this office!

Let me tell...

Hold that thought.

What, what is it!

Yeah, Craig, okay.

No I wasn't yell...

Uh huh, I got...

All right, I'll be there.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Okay.

Listen I gotta go see
the da about a filing.

- Okay, don't worry.

Hey, by the way tonight,

the steak is on me, cowboy.

- No, no, frannie doesn't
like when I eat red meat.

- Frannie doesn't...

Enzymes, amigo, enzymes.

If you want your flag
flying at more than half mast

you need a chunk of
blood dripping range steer.

- Jack, my flag is fine.

Why don't you give it a rest?

- I wish I could,

but you know for some of us it's a curse.

- Yeah, it's a curse all right.

- Mom, we need to talk.

- So talk.

- You're drinking alone?

- Yes I am.

Is that what you wanted
to talk to me about, darling?

- I need to know about hart.

- I've been alone for a
long time, Cassandra.

Kept telling myself I
preferred it that way.

When I met hart, well

he wasn't like anyone I'd ever known.

He excepted me for who I am.

He was there for me.

For the first time in ages
I wasn't alone anymore.

- The night Courtney d*ed, was hart here?

- Yeah.

She called.

He said she was in
trouble and needed his help.

He wasn't gone long.

When he came back he was nervous.

He wasn't guilty.

He was frightened for Courtney.

I asked him what was wrong

but he said everything as under control.

Then she called again.

I picked up the phone and
she was terribly frightened.

She said someone was outside.

He got in the car and left.

Never saw him again.

- Mom, I'm sorry.

- Oh, what have you done to be sorry for?

- Why do you always do that?

I'm not the guilty party here.

- You're tired, darling.

We'll talk later.

- We will?

- Of course we will, darling.

Don't we always?

- Hi partner.

- Cass.

I wanted to...

- no, forget about it.

You're the one who has to
say all the bad stuff, remember?

I'm sorry I slapped you.

- Well, no visible bruises.

I don't think.

- Not on the outside anyway.

- Listen, jaeckel and hembly just took off.

They're gone, so we got til morning

to follow up on your hunch.

You got any ideas?

- That was good.

- I got some floss in the bathroom.

- No, I got it.

I got it.

- Geez Louise, Jack.

Do you mind?

- You're hen pecked.

Excuse me? - Hen pecked.

Hen pecked?

- Yeah, you act like you're hen pecked.

It's a shame to see what
little Annie has done to you.

- Frannie.

Is this what you do, Jack?

You just drop in on
people and criticize them?

- Well a little constructive criticism...

- no, what you do is destructive.

- Well, you know if friends can't be honest

with each other,

then you tell me what's the point.

- You like being honest, huh?

- I pride myself on it.

- Okay,

Jack I honestly wanna thank
you for saving my life in Korea.

- Enough said, enough said.

- But I don't like you.

- What did you say? - Never did.

I didn't like being buddied
up with you in Korea

and I considered it a punishment from god

that you of all people saved my life.

- Well if you're trying to
hurt my feelings, buddy...

- No hurt, come on.

I'm being honest, just like you.

- Well if you feel that way

how come the big open arms,
welcome into your house, huh?

- There's no welcome.

I didn't wanna welcome you.

You barged in here.

Why don't you pack up
and bother a real friend, huh?

- Because I don't have one.

Actually you were my last hope.

I guess I blew that one too.

- Yeah, I guess you did.

I wish it was different,

but you did, you blew it.

- Yeah, this is scary, you know?

- Only if you make it so.

- I can't change at my age.

- You're changing now.

See you're listening.

Why don't you pay
attention to what people say

and stop telling them
how to run their lives?

- You think I can?

- Only you can answer that.

- I'll get my gear.

- No.

Tomorrow morning is soon enough, it's okay.

- Thanks.

You know no one has
ever told me this before.

- But you've known it, haven't you?

- Yeah, yeah I guess I have.

- Here you go, Courtney
Sullivan's apartment.

- Jaeckel's report never mentioned anything

about this place being tossed.

- You think it happened
after the crime unit left?

- Well, tape on the door was still sealed.

Could have happened
the night of the m*rder.

- Hey Tom?

This phone has quick dial numbers

that's programmed into it.

Is there anything about that on the report?

- No, nothing.

- All the buttons have names beside them

except for one.

- Well maybe she only had close friends.

- Let's see.

I'm a busy man.

Talk fast.

Hello?

- Given the time, this better be important.

We need to talk.

- So how long have you worked with jaeckel?

- Um, well I've been partnered
with him for four months

but I've known him for eight years.

- We think he may have
k*lled Courtney Sullivan.

- There's no way.

- Think about it.

It's the perfect set up.

Jaeckel steals confiscated dope,

sends it back out in the
streets through Courtney

then he reports it destroyed

and they split the profits.

- Along comes brother hart.

He convinces his sister to go straight.

She tries to get out
but jaeckel won't let her.

She gets a hold of
something that implicates him,

uses it for leverage.

Let me go or I spill everything.

- Jaeckel comes looking it.

But he doesn't know that she's already

given it to hart.

So he threatens her,

and eventually he
tortures her and he kills her.

- But these are serious charges.

- Does jaeckel have any history
of corruption or drug abuse?

- Okay look,

Russell had a drug problem.

But he went to rehab.

We all thought he'd kicked it.

And so the captain kept it out of his file.

- Well maybe he didn't kick it.

- Let me tell you,

it's gonna take a hell of a lot more

than a number on a quick dial button

for me to sic internal affairs on him.

- Yeah, well we agree.

We think she might have
had an insurance policy.

Her place was trashed.

- And if she did we think we
know where it might be hidden.

It's late so let's meet at
this address in the morning.

Have a plain rack there just in case.

- I should tell my captain.

- No.

Why?

- Well, jaeckel's likely
got a lot of friends.

If he's guilty, we don't
want him tipped off.

- We'll report to you directly.

- Courtney gave something
to hart for safe keeping.

Courtney's k*ller was looking for it.

- What was it?

- We don't know,

but it could prove that hart was innocent.

If he stayed here with you, mom,

it's gotta be here someplace.

- But, hart didn't stay here in the house.

- What?

- I told you, darling, he
was a perfect gentleman.

He respected me.

- Where did he stay?

- On the sashimi.

- Do you mind if we take a look?

Of course not.

- Okay, an unmarked patrol
car should be by any minute.

- What on earth for?

- It's just something strange is going on

and I want you to be safe.

- I am not entirely helpless.

- Just humor me, okay?

- No.

I have errands to run and
I'm gonna do that right now.

- Oh, let's go.

- Sashimi, figures.

- What?

- Japanese for cold fish.

- This is my father's.

I always thought she hated it.

- Hey cass.

- Mom, mom where are you?

- Evelyn?

- Hello?

- Sargent St. John.

Shouldn't let your momma go shopping alone.

Now, this is how it's gonna go.

You and Ryan meet me at the old

biscayne bottling warehouse in one hour.

You bring the package
and we'll make a trade.

Breathe a word of this to anyone

next time you see your mother,

the only way you'll know
her is by her dental records.

- Mom?

- I hope you brought my package.

Toss it over.

- First you untie my mother.

- Again!

You're in no position to argue.

- Drop your g*ns.

- You two are in this together, huh?

- Very good, now you're all caught up.

Now kick them over here.

- What are you gonna do?

sh**t a couple of palm
beach police detectives?

You're never gonna get away with this.

- Watch us.

- You k*lled Courtney.

Of course.

- And hart.

- I would have.

I followed him all the way to palm beach

but he k*lled himself before
I could have our little chat.

This way, everybody.

I like to minimize cleanup.

You a smart cop, Ryan?

Smart cops always carry a second piece.

Where's yours?

It's all yours.

- Jaeckel!

Don't make me do it.

Put your g*n down!

- Cassandra.

- Yeah.

- Thank god!

- See the sashimi's for sale.

- Yeah, no longer part of my life.

- I'm glad you're okay.

- I suppose I should thank you.

- That would be a change.

- Then thank you,

but I suppose you'd have
done the same for anyone.

- Well, it's part of my job, yeah.

- Yeah.

So it is.

- Mom,

why do you have to make this so hard?

- Cassie,

you are not responsible for me.

I can take care of myself.

I'm used to being alone.

- Is that why you got involved with hart?

- Hart was there for me.

- You don't get it do you, mom?

I've always been there for you.

I've always made an effort.

You don't even have to ask.

- What do you want from me, Cassie?

- Well I'd like a little
more than what you've

been willing to give,

which is nothing.

- Oh, how dramatic.

- No, no more scenes.

No more speeches.

I'm done, I'm finished.

If you wanna talk to me,

if you wanna see me,

if you need my help,

if you need anything at
all, I'll be there for you.

But you won't.

You'd rather be alone.

And you know what really pisses me off?

How you spend so much time with hart.

What did he have that I don't?

- I've always preferred the company of men.

- You know I mean he took his own life

rather than placing you in harm's way.

- It was different with hart.

- I guess it was.

Did you ever give any thought

to why hart might have come to palm beach?

- No.

- I tried to figure it out.

You know of all the
places to run, why there?

Wouldn't it be a hoot if
he came to palm beach

because he knew that I'd be the one

to investigate his death.

And that somehow, someway

it'd bring the two of us back together.

Wouldn't that be ironic?

- How'd it go?

- Same as always.

- Sorry.

- No, you're right.

I'm not going to do her dance anymore.

If she wants to be in my life

she's gonna have to make an effort.

- It's the one time I wish I was wrong.

Well, partner, why
don't we get out of here.

If I can get over to west
palm before saltie's closes

I'll buy the crab legs.

- Okay.

- Be okay?

- I always have.