03x12 - Frampton Comes Alive

[bunniefuu]

Someone tried to implicate you in a m*rder, Neville.

And you've already looked at every possible source in the company, and you couldn't find a leak.

Anything Deputy Chief Halford hears, Neville Montgomery hears.

Vega: I need to step down as primary on this case.

The doctor needs to run more tests, so.

I need a new vice-president.

Angie: Maria Snow?

I thought she was trying to bring him down. Why'd she accept a promotion?

Angie: Someone is trying to intimidate me.

My guess is Neville Montgomery.

You caught his daughter's k*ller.

Yes. And then I accused him of m*rder.

All right.

Everybody remain calm...

And eat a donut.

Rick Wyatt! You are a darling.

Oh, my favorite. I could kiss you!

Oh, come on now. I'm a married man, Diane!

Oh, by the way, ahem, Mike is on the warpath.

Oh, really? Is he? Why?

Something about the Henderson file?

Doesn't ring a bell.

It was the house fire in Strathcona.

Their place was gutted. The family lost everything?

Oh! Right. That was the family who increased their fire insurance four months earlier.

[Scoffs] How did you miss that?

I didn't miss it, Diane.

It never showed up in any of my searches.

Well, you couldn't have looked very hard.

We all make mistakes.

I know if I had a big trip to Hawaii planned, I probably wouldn't be able to concentrate either.

Donut?

No, Rick. I'm still a celiac.

Which is why...

I made sure to get one... that's gluten-free.

Rick, you are so thoughtful.

Thanks.

Any time, buddy.

[Sighs heavily]

What a jerk, huh?

Don't be so hard on him, Deedee.

Everyone makes mistakes.

Debbie: They repo'd the car already.

I don't have it anymore.

That's because you owe money, Debbie.

My ex owes the money!

I understand that.

And we're going after him as well, but you co-signed for the loan.

And it's not the first time you've been in this situation.

You have to stop calling my house.

Would you rather I called your work?

Take the money straight from your pay?

I'm trying to help you here.

I am working three jobs as it is, and we barely get by.

It's not fair!

Life isn't fair!

We all have problems. Just make a payment.

Something!

I'll make a payment.

[Coins thudding]

Here you go. This is all I can afford.

Is that your wife?

I don't know how she can stand being married to such an ass.

See you on the 15th.

Yeah.

Can't wait.

Angie: Hiya!

Dr. Rogers: Hey. You got here fast.

Yeah. I was already up.

Had to meet a construction crew at my house.

thr*at assessment is giving me new steel doors and locks.

I'm very happy about that.

Well, my landlord's not.

Mm-hmm. Well, you tell your landlord to speak to me.

I just might do that. What do we got?

Male. Mid-50s.

Possibly suffocated. Tentatively identified as "Rick Wyatt."

Why tentatively?

Well, it's his car, his space, but I can't make a visual confirmation until I get the bag off his head.

Right.

Handcuffs, duct tape... k*ller came prepared.

How do you get someone to sit still long enough to do all this?

I can't tell you that yet, but I can tell you forensics got fingerprints off both the front and back doors.

Maybe your k*ller was lying in wait?

I think the k*ller was in the backseat and watched him die.

S03E12
Frampton Comes Alive

I wasn't surprised to see his car.

Rick often came in early.

Then I got closer, and I... I saw the bag over his head...

[Sighs and sobs]

It's so horrible.

When was the last time you talked to Rick?

Yesterday. End of day.

He was still working when I left. That was around 6:30.

Was anyone else here?

No.

He was usually the last to leave, too.

Rick was an adjuster?

One of the company's best.

Were there any clients he was having difficulty with?

Uh, none that he spoke of.

But it is part of his job to deny insurance claims, isn't it?

When necessary.

But Rick had a way of reducing tension.

You seem very fond of Rick.

He was just such a nice guy.

[Chuckles]

So generous, and the biggest heart.

Did everyone in the office feel that way?

U-um...

There is one person who didn't get along with Rick.

Mike Wilson. Another adjuster.

But... It wasn't anything serious.

What was the problem?

Rick Wyatt was a d*ck. That was the problem.

Lucas: What happened between you two?

I paid his wife a compliment at our office Christmas party.

She had lost a little bit of weight.

Rick thought I was hitting on her.

After that, he was a passive-aggressive nightmare.

His last stunt? A so-called "gluten-free" donut.

And let me guess. It wasn't?

I'm a celiac. I spent a week on the toilet.

Maybe the bakery screwed up.

You sound just like Diane. Look, I'm not crazy.

He did it on purpose.

That must have made you pretty angry?

Yeah, I wanted to k*ll the guy!

But I didn't.

Well, when Ms. Wyatt does show up, can you have her call me, please?

Thank you.

Hey!

Uh-huh?

You run Maria Snow's name through the database?

Yes, I did.

Oh, see, I thought we were trying to keep her off the radar.

Well, so did I, till she dumped her fiance and took his job... it's all over the news.

Enemy to ally is a pretty big jump.

Ambition like that doesn't just turn up overnight, so I thought I'd take a look.

Mm. Well, I mean, you're into it now, so...

Anything interesting?

Her sealed juvie files got everything.

There's drug possession, vandalism, shoplifting, you name it...

Yes, "sealed."

You know you can't use any of that against her.

[Sighs]

Any charges as an adult?

No.

Whatever she was into stopped when she turned 15.

Maybe she cleaned up her act?

Mm. Or she learned how not to get caught.

You know, people can change.

[Chuckles dryly]

Yeah, okay.

All right.

Don't let this interfere with the Wyatt case.

I won't, I've got Lucas looking into any recently rejected insurance claims.

Okay, have you spoken to the victim's wife yet?

She's not answering her phone. She's not at work.

So I thought I'd swing by her house later, but I think Lucas needs a hand.

Doctor: Oscar? Can you hear me?

The cat scan revealed a mass on your thyroid.

It may explain why your initial symptoms suggested Grave's disease.

So, what... what happens next?

We'd like you to do a biopsy.

That'll confirm our diagnosis and determine our next course of action.

Try and get some rest.

The less stress you have in your life right now, the better. Okay?

The hospital will contact you to schedule a biopsy.

Oscar...

Now we can treat this.

Okay?

Dan Collins: You know what you are? You're a thief. You steal money!

Either you make a payment or I go after your house.

And you can push that Walker of yours right into a homeless shelter.

You hear me?

Pay me or start packing!

Your choice!

[Slams receiver down] [Exhales heavily]

Lawrence.

I didn't expect to see you so soon.

You got a minute?

Of course. How're you doing?

Come in, come in. Sit down.

You want anything? Coffee? Tea?

I got this herbal blend that's...

Yeah. No. I'm fine. Thanks.

[Rolls drawer shut]

I'm quitting, Dan.

[Groans]

Look... uh.

It's only been a week since Helen passed away.

Y-you don't have to make this sort of decision right now.

I've been thinking about it for a while, Dan.

It's a difficult time, I understand.

But your files are being managed.

And to tell you the truth, I'm kind of enjoying getting my hands dirty again.

Take all the time you need.

That's what our stress reduction program is all about.

You've been a good boss, Dan.

A good friend.

But it's time to say goodbye.

[Rhythmic beeping]

Someone brought you flowers.

Who's trying to steal my wife?

Reverend Allen stopped by.

That was nice of him.

How was work?

Did you know your husband's an ass?

Of course I know.

Why do you think I married you?

Because I looked hot in a kilt?

Nah, it wasn't the kilt.

[Wheezes]

It was those sexy knees of yours.

So... who do I have to lay a b*ating to?

Some woman came in.

Made her payment all in change.

I'm sorry you had to deal with that.

It's not her fault.

Her husband ran off.

Left her with three kids, a mountain of debt.

She's doing the best she can.

How are we doing?

Fine. Why?

The day nurse... said this might be her last week.

Something about our insurance being denied.

I told her not to bother you with that.

The insurance company made a mistake.

Don't worry. I'm dealing with it.

You don't have to protect me.

If there was a problem, I'd tell you.

Al Grant?

There a problem?

Detective Brian Lucas. Sergeant Mark Cross.

We want to ask you some questions about Rick Wyatt.

I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have done it.

It was for my son.

Okay, we need you to turn around, put your hands on the vehicle.

You want to tell us why you did it?

Rick backed me into a corner. I had no choice!

You didn't have to k*ll him.

What? Rick's dead?

Yeah, and you just confessed to his m*rder.

No, no! No. Wait.

I didn't k*ll him. I stole construction supplies.

He's really dead?

Why would you steal supplies?

My son's got cancer, man.

Insurance doesn't cover the treatment.

Rick was going to reject my claim unless I got him what he wanted.

What exactly did he want?

Wood. Tools. Concrete.

Said he was doing a house reno. Look, I didn't know what else to do.

So you stole for him?

No. I stole for my son.

[Cell phone buzzing]

We're investigating a m*rder.

You need to tell your boss you were being blackmailed.

Hello.

Yes, sir. I'll see you then.

Thank you, sir.

That sounded official.

Very official.

Lunch with the deputy chief.

Hi.

Hi.

So Lisa Wyatt's not at home.

Yeah. She's not answering her cell and she's not at work either.

A lot of flyers at the front door.

Really?

Hey. Uh, listen. Sorry I missed this morning.

No, like I said, it's not a problem.

Want to grab breakfast after this?

Mm-hmm.

Good.

Vega: No car in the garage.

Angie: We're going to want a warrant.

Partner?

Mm?

Vega: All of Lisa Wyatt's clothes are gone.

So are her jewelry and toiletries.

Hmm. Looks like she's been working hard to lose some weight.

Maybe the extra weight she wanted to lose was her husband.

[Chuckling]

Well, for a health nut, she's sure got some great junk food.

I'll say. Wow. Look. Check this out.

Hmm. What's this? Are they emergency preppers?

Why don't I go ask the neighbors.

[Knocking]

Can I help you?

I apologize for the mess.

My wife passed away last week.

Oh...

I'm sorry for your loss.

I'm sorry for your loss.

She had chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.

It affects the lungs.

Feels like she was diagnosed yesterday.

She had a cough... and before I knew it, they were doing tests...

CT scans.

But that's not why you're here.

What can I do for you?

How well do you know the Wyatts?

Lisa and Helen were friendly.

Rick and I don't socialize much.

Did the wyatts seem happy to you?

As happy as any couple who have been together that long, I suppose.

Why? Has something happened?

No. We, uh... We just need to talk to Lisa, that's all.

Did the Wyatts ever fight?

Once or twice.

Any idea what they fought about?

I tried not to pay much notice.

None of my business.

If she's left him, I'm happy for her.

You think she might have left him?

I don't know.

I do know that time is precious.

Why stay if you're not happy?

If Lisa does contact you, will you let us know?

Here's my card.

Of course.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thanks for your time.

Hey, shh-shh-shh. Helen's sleeping.

Oh. I thought you might be hungry.

[Chuckles]

Lisa, you don't have to do that.

You've got a lot on your mind, and you have to eat.

That's very kind.

I saw Helen earlier today.

She mentioned the problem you're having with your insurance company.

I told her not to worry.

Well, if there's anything I can do...

[Both laughing]

Why are you going through my purse?

I was... Looking for my phone.

In my purse?

I thought you might've picked it up by accident.

Couldn't help but notice this, though.

It's from work, Rick.

A promotional gift for clients.

You can have it, if you want it.

The counselor said you need to start trusting me.

I trust you. I told you, I was looking for my phone.

Well, next time, I'd appreciate it if you asked me first.

Fine. Good. You're right.

Thank you.

It's really nice of you... by the way, to make that casserole for Lawrence and Helen.

Can she even eat solid food?

[Disgusted sigh] Unbelievable.

Suffocation's gotta be a horrible way to die.

Yeah. You know, the brain lives for three minutes after death.

That's a long time to think about it.

Do you have any idea how the k*ller got him to submit?

Yeah. You see the contusion on his left temple?

Vega: Mm-hmm.

That blow was hard enough to incapacitate him... maybe even render him unconscious for a few minutes.

That's more than enough time to get him into a car.

Mm-hmm. Oh! And I found a hair... not Rick's... stuck to the duct tape.

I sent it to forensics for analysis.

So I've been thinking a lot about things, and, uh...

I think I backed away from something that I shouldn't have.

I think I made a mistake with you...

And I'm sorry that I did that.

I just think that, at the time...

[Sighs, then chuckles]

I'm just... what I'm trying to say is that I really would like to take you to dinner.

I will have to get back to you.

Okay. Just, um... you let me know.

I will.

Okay.

[Door shuts]

[Chuckles]

[Power tools buzzing outside]

What is he doing?

Shh, shh, shh.

Go back to sleep.

I'll take care of it.

[Table saw roaring]

Rick!

Rick. Rick!

Aw, hey, Larry.

What the in hell are you doing? It's 5:00 a.m.

Gosh. Did I... did the noise wake you up?

Well, of course it did!

I'm sorry, pal. You know, I grew up on a farm.

If I'm not working at 5:00 a.m., I'm wasting the better part of the day.

Well, do something that requires a little less noise, would you? Helen needs her sleep!

Of course. Of course.

I'm really sorry to hear that she's not doing so well.

I appreciate it.

Hey, Larry. While I've got you... you know that tree I've been talking to you about?

Yeah.

That's quite the overhanging branch into our yard.

I wonder if you could give it a trim?

I'll get round to it when I can.

I wouldn't bug you about it, but I'm worried it's going to fall and take out that fence.

I'm happy to take care of it for you, if you want.

I said I'll do it!

Al grant wasn't the only client that Rick blackmailed.

I found three other clients that were giving him kickbacks to keep their claims active.

Huh! What kind of kickbacks?

Electronics. Carpeting. Groceries.

Well, that explains the, uh, stockpile of food in the house.

Do they all have alibis?

They all check out.

Uh, you know, that's still my desk, right?

I'm just checking my email.

Which you could check at your desk.

My desk is very far away.

Forensics identified the hair strand found on the duct tape as female.

Lisa Wyatt's?

We need to get a comparison sample for forensics to be sure.

So her husband's dead and now she's nowhere to be found?

Yeah. She's our best suspect.

We've got to get a B.O.L.O. out on her.

I'll flag her phone and credit cards.

I certainly wish things were different, Lawrence, however I am happy Helen had insurance.

You don't know how often I see people without it.

Which, uh, account do you want me to deposit the check into?

Neither. I want it in cash.

All of it?

Large bills.

Well, generally, we need a phone call in advance for a request like this.

Well, whatever you can give me today, I'll take.

Y-you don't mind me asking, what are you going to do with all this money?

I'm going to meet the love of my life.

Vega: Hey, Lisa Wyatt's phone and text records came in.

Flynn: Well, these texts are explicit.

So who's this "Carlos Rodriguez" when he's not sucking Lisa Wyatt's toes?

Her Spanish teacher.

Apparently, we're not the only ones looking for him, either.

Immigration is after him.

Why? He's here illegally?

Visa expired a year ago. Guess who reported him?

Rick Wyatt.

He felt that it was his civic duty.

Huh!

Lisa Wyatt emptied the bank account a couple days ago.

How much she take?

$20,300, and change.

That's a lot of "leaving the country" money.

We should check with airlines.

Rick: Y, mi esposa... De donde vas todos esos sabados?

What?

You're taking Spanish, you should know what that means.

What are you doing?

I'm taking an interest in the things you like.

No. You're checking up on me, and you're acting paranoid.

I'm not. I'm being present.

Like the counselor said.

I'm going for a run.

Everything okay, Lisa?

Yeah, everything's fine.

It's nice of you to ask, though.

What are you doing out here so late?

Ahh...

Oh... Lawrence.

Yeah. Helen always looks forward to seeing the tree lit up, so we're going to have Christmas a little early this year.

Helen is a lucky woman.

No. I'm the lucky one.

Rick: Thought you were going for a run.

I am.

Thanks, Lawrence.

Wow.

That's quite a show.

I just hope nobody complains to the homeowners' association about Christmas lights being up too soon.

Your work in homicide has not gone unnoticed.

Thank you, sir.

Drop the formalities, Mark, all right?

We're just a couple of officers having lunch.

All right. Earl.

So if you had carte blanche to make any changes you want, what would they be?

I think division's running smoothly.

What about personnel?

Any changes there?

I have a great team, sir.

They're the reason our solve rate's so high.

Unless, of course, there are some changes that you think we should be making.

Depends.

Where do you see your career path taking you?

Mm. Well, there was a time I was angling for your desk.

Oh? What, change of heart?

No. Not sure if I'm right for the job.

Well, a little self-doubt is good.

Keeps you honest.

Uh, we didn't order those.

It's a 61-year-old linkwood single malt.

Thought you might enjoy a taste.

Ah, you know me so well.

Mark, you've met Neville Montgomery?

Mr. Montgomery.

Sergeant Cross. Thank you again for bringing my daughter's m*rder*r to justice.

Oh. Just doing my job, sir.

Still, I'd like to show my appreciation.

That is very kind, but, um... department policy...

Mark.

I think, in Neville's case, we can make an exception.

I'm interrupting. Please. Enjoy your lunch.

Thank you.

Angie: So you are not Lisa Wyatt.

Where'd you get the credit card?

I found it.

You decided to help yourself to a whole new wardrobe and a day of all-you-can-eat pasta?

That means you're looking at fraud charges.

Not the first time.

Might be the last.

I don't know. My dad's a pretty good lawyer.

Yeah, but here's the thing.

Lisa Wyatt is a person of interest in the m*rder of her husband, Rick Wyatt.

Yeah, so, depending on how long you've been going around using her credit cards...

Really? Nothing?

Maybe you're responsible for his m*rder.

Hey, I don't know anything about that.

I found the cards at the bus station.

You need to be more specific than that.

There was a car in the parking lot.

The purse was sitting on the passenger seat.

So you just took it?

It was unlocked.

You're taking them down already?

Don't have a choice.

Someone's complained to the homeowners' association.

Oh, Lawrence. I'm so sorry.

It's not you who should be apologizing.

I feel terrible. There's gotta be something I can do.

Just get Rick to lay off the noise, would ya?

I need Helen to get some sleep.

He's renovating the garage. Making a man-cave.

Just tell him to start at a reasonable hour.

Okay, I'll talk to him.

Well, thank you.

You know, Rick wasn't always like this.

Honestly, Lisa?

I don't care.

There's no security cameras in the parking lot, just a security sweep every hour.

And according to this parking stub, Lisa's car's been here since 11:20 p.m.

March 22nd.

That's two days before Rick's m*rder.

Mm-hmm.

So four days ago?

Well, if Lisa boarded a bus and left town, she couldn't have k*lled her husband.

I don't think she got on the bus.

Why?

We got this here in the back...

Exhibit "a."

Yeah?

Check out the head rest.

So forensics found a fingernail in there as well.

[Dog barking nearby]

Oh, dammit.

No! I have three days left until my payment's due!

I know. I know.

Here.

That should cover the rest of your debt.

What are you talking about?

And the registration papers are on the seat.

The car is yours as well.

I can't take this.

You want me to give it to someone else?

No. I mean, I don't understand. Why me?

Why not you?

Well, I was kind of mean to you?

Doesn't matter what you've done.

Matters what you do next.

The choice is yours.

Hey, guys!

Who wants pizza?

[Children cheering]

Right, so, the fingernail found in Lisa Wyatt's car matches DNA found on a brush in the Wyatts' home.

Okay, but that does not match the hair found on the duct tape at Rick Wyatt's crime scene.

Okay. What about the money? Any leads on that?

Yeah, F.I.U. found a receipt in her wallet... it was $10,000... it was Saint Andrew's-Wesley church, donated the same day as the withdrawal.

That is a large donation.

Yeah, and why not... why not write a check?

Okay, so, she cleans out her bank account and donates half of it, then she packs her stuff, she goes on the run?

Or she's abducted.

And her husband's found m*rder*d two days later.

Yeah.

Lisa Wyatt's Spanish teacher, Carlos Rodriguez, was just picked up by immigration.

Was Lisa with him?

He was alone.

They're gonna let us talk to him.

Can you and Lucas question him, and Vega and I will follow the money?

Yeah.

Let's go to church.

Carlos Rodriguez is here.

Okay. Thanks.

There's something you should be aware of.

Detective Flynn ran your new vice-president through the database.

Why would she do that?

I was hoping you'd have an idea.

Is there something I should know about?

She grew up in foster care. Had a bit of a checkered past.

Understandable, given the circumstances.

Maria's worked hard to turn her life around.

Coming after me is one thing, but harassing the people I care about...

That's one step too far.

Well...

Someone broke into Flynn's house recently.

Maybe she was f*ring a sh*t back.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

Yeah? Of course not.

m*rder? What m*rder?

Lisa's husband is dead.

I didn't k*ll him. I didn't k*ll anyone.

And now Lisa's missing.

Where's Lisa?

I don't know.

Last time we talked was a week ago.

What about?

She said she was going to leave her husband.

She asked to stay with me.

And you said?

I said no.

Lisa Wyatt is a nice woman, but I am not interested in her that way.

Well, what way was that, exactly?

Emotionally.

Reverend: Lisa Wyatt? Yes, I remember her.

She made a substantial donation to the church last week.

Did you talk to her, reverend?

Of course. I thanked her personally.

It was so generous of her.

Did she say why she did it?

It was in memory of Helen Frampton.

Oh, we were led to believe that Helen and Lisa weren't that close.

Lisa said that they had become close recently.

[Takes a breath]

She was upset. Losing a friend is difficult.

"But blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted." I'm sorry.

My meeting has arrived. If that's all...

I just have one more question.

Does Lawrence Frampton know about the donation?

I called him myself. I thought he'd be comforted by the news.

Well, thank you for your time, reverend.

God bless.

And you.

$10,000? That's a lot of money.

Wonder why Lawrence didn't mention that when we asked him about Lisa.

Oscar?

They found something in my neck.

Lump on my thyroid.

They're, uh... scheduling a biopsy.

Okay.

We should probably get back to work, right?

Or it can wait.

lucas: Lawrence Frampton is clean.

Angie?

Sorry?

Frampton. He's clean. So's his wife Helen.

Not even so much as a parking ticket.

Homeowners' association, however... that is different story.

What have they got on Frampton?

A history of complaints. All filed by Rick Wyatt.

Everything from Christmas lights being displayed too early to unlicensed basement suite.

What are you telling me? It's a case of feuding neighbors?

Well, that's what I thought at first, but Frampton's only ever filed one complaint against Rick.

It's for the unlawful removal of a tree branch on Frampton's property.

That's a $2,500 fine?

Was it the whole tree?

Knocked down a power line.

What date was that?

March 20th.

When did Frampton's wife die?

Helen Frampton d*ed march 20th, and it was declared an accident.

Lawrence Frampton told us that his wife had lung disease.

Huh. C.O.P.D.

But she d*ed because her ventilator failed.

Could a power outage cause that?

I suppose so.

But that equipment has back-up battery.

But what if it failed?

[Laughs] Well, then there'd be a problem.

You think we have any of Helen Frampton's DNA on file?

Oh, I bet we sampled some of her lung tissue because of c.O.P.D., but I'd have to check.

And would you have forensics compare it against that hair sample we found at Rick Wyatt's crime scene?

Sure.

[Troubled sigh]

Ahem.

Deputy Chief Halford, please.

Staff Sergeant Mark Cross, homicide.

Video narrator: First, the rabbit zigzags through the field.

Then, the rabbit runs around the tree at least seven times, then the rabbit runs back into his Warren...

[Knocking]

[Door creaks open] Oh...

Lawrence?

Mr. Frampton?

Detectives Flynn and Vega!

Then the rabbit goes around the tree...

And back into the Warren.

Mr. Frampton?

Vega: Hello?

Mr. Frampton!

Well, he's not here.

Nothing's here.

Sir?

[Gasping and groaning]

Mr. Frampton?

Nice place.

Vega!

[Bang]

Ahh!

No! No! No! Let me die! Let me die!

Echoing: No!

Good. Thank you.

There was a strand of hair found on the duct tape used in Rick Wyatt's m*rder.

DNA's confirmed it was Helen's.

The tape came from your house.

That's because I k*lled him.

What'd you do with his wife?

What're you talking about?

What did you do with his wife?

Lisa Wyatt.

Where is she?

I k*lled Rick...

I would never hurt Lisa.

Why would you think that?

Angie: Again, Lawrence, where is Lisa Wyatt?

I don't know.

Are you two involved?

No.

I loved my wife.

Did Lisa pay you to k*ll her husband?

No.

I told you.

I k*lled Rick because of Helen.

She was in pain.

Her prescription had run out.

I had to get to the pharmacy.

I left her...

[Breath shaking]

It was the biggest mistake of my life.

[Switch clicking]

[Sobbing deeply]

Rick...

Cut the tree branch.

It fell on the power line.

He cut the electricity to my house...

[Sobs]

To Helen's ventilator.

He k*lled my wife!

So you made the Wyatts pay?

No.

Lisa had nothing to do with it.

[Sniffles]

I made Rick pay.

[Gasping]

[Clink]

Now you're gonna feel what it's like to suffer...

To fight for every breath.

[Starts laughing]

You think that's funny?

Yeah, I think it's hilarious.

You have no idea what this is gonna do to Lisa.

Lisa is not gonna miss you.

No one's gonna miss you.

Lisa's gonna miss me.

I guarantee it.

You k*lled my wife.

Ahh!

[Muffled protesting, gasping]

[Rick's protests continue]

Ahh!

[Gasping frantically]

[Rick crying out]

Angie: "Lisa's gonna miss me."

That's what he said.

Why would he say that?

I don't know.

I'm telling you the truth.

Well, we want to believe you, Lawrence, but until you tell us where Lisa is, we can't.

I don't know where she is!

Why do you keep asking me that?

[Bag rustling]

[Slam]

Hey, Larry. How you doing?

Don't talk to me.

I'm sure Helen's in a better place now.

Don't say her name!

You're upset.

I-I understand.

Lisa never stops talking about what a great husband you are.

Lawrence this, Lawrence that.

Well, maybe if you weren't spending all your time with my wife, yours might still be alive.

And you saw Rick loading the garbage bags into Lisa's trunk?

Yeah.

Where was Lisa?

I didn't see her.

I've confessed to k*lling Rick.

Why would I lie about hurting Lisa?

I can think of several reasons why he'd lie.

Yeah, so can I.

None of them are very pleasant.

What if he's telling the truth, though?

I mean, what if...

Rick did drive Lisa's car to that parking lot?

Okay. Uh, why would he do that?

'Cause he wanted people to think Lisa left him?

No one saw her 'cause she was never there.

Okay.

Where is she?

"Lisa's gonna miss me."

That's what Rick said, right? Mm-hmm.

Lawrence saw Rick at the house, loading Lisa's clothes into her car.

Maybe she's still at the house?

Hey, didn't someone mention home renovations?

According to Lawrence, Rick was renovating the garage.

This room looks untouched.

Yeah, well, the sides of the room matches the outside perfectly.

You think Lawrence played us?

I certainly hope not.

Hey.

[Snap] There we go.

[Trap door creaks]

Angie: Oh, my God.

Lisa!

Lisa!

[Gasping]

[Lisa wheezing]

Angie: Everything's gonna be okay.

This is Detective Oscar Vega. We need an ambulance.

How did you find me?

Your neighbor helped us.

Lawrence?

What happened?

I made a mistake with a colleague.

Rick said he forgave me, but... he became so jealous, controlling, manipulative.

But I was willing to try.

Mm. Until he k*lled Helen?

That's when I decided to leave him.

And then he came home from work early and saw me packing my car.

[Sobbing]

Lisa, Rick is dead.

Lawrence m*rder*d him.

He's dead?

Mm-hmm.

[Sobs]

Thank God.

[Lisa continues sobbing] Thank you.

Angie: I would be a hostess at a Japanese steakhouse.

[Vega laughs] I could see that.

And I could be the karaoke host.

[Chuckling]

We'd still solve mysteries in our spare time.

Or you know what? I could... I could travel.

Oh, you don't need to work.

Yeah, 'cause it's never been about the money, for either one of us, this job.

Well, yeah, but you never had to buy braces for your kid.

Right. Right. Fair enough.

[Clink]

You ever reconsider the priesthood?

About as often as you probably have considered going back to that record store.

[Smack]

It doesn't exist anymore.

You see that? Change is inevitable.

Mm. Change is overrated.

Cheers.

[Clink]

[expl*si*n roars]

My car!

[Woman screaming]

Whatever game she was playing got her k*lled.

This isn't your fault. First they break into your house, now this.

Angie I am worried about you.

Everything that's happened to me, my car, my house it all traces back to Neville Montgomery.

I don't want you going anywhere alone.

We've got a situation.

[Car trunk open]

Moitive. The season finale.

Next sunday at 8 on CTV.