02x21 - Pandora's Trunk (1)

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Previously on Crossing Jordan.

You k*lled my mother.

I came into possession of a car.

And in the trunk?

You don't even want to know
what was in the trunk.

The key belongs to
a nineteen sixty-six Ford.

What is that?

A phantom print.

As in the only print found
at your mother's crime scene?

Wait a minute.
What's that?

That's six years
before you were born.

So if that's your mum...

I had a brother.

Hello.

Well, hello, sis.

James.

I did what I had to do.

I'll tell you why he gave me away.

Because he...

isn't my father.

We stop this...

now.

Promise me.

Fancy meetin' you here.

You get us a room yet?
Potsdam Arms Hotel

Why would I get us a room?

It was a joke, Woodrow.

Because this is a hotel.

Sorry, I didn't get it.

You should probably put that
in your standup act.

Why? Do you catch a triple homicide and
you suddenly lose your sense of humor?

Who told you it was a triple?

Macy.
He's already here.

He called me half an hour ago.

Pretty big case, though, huh?

Yeah, very big, exciting.
Triple homicide.

Try to contain yourself.
Look, what is wrong?

Let's just say
Big Brother is watching.

You mean the concierge?

You are full of jokes today.

Jordan, there's a lot more to this case
than just another collar.

Like what?

I'm up for sergeant detective.

Hey, Woody, congratulations.

No, no, no-no-no-no-no-no-no.

Well, I thought a promotion
was a good thing.

Yes, a promotion normally
is a good thing.

Not when it involves
a triple homicide.

I kicked butt on my written and
now I'm under departmental observation.

Couple of solid collars, maybe
a domestic or two and I'd be golden.

But no, Hoyt's gotta
pull the trifecta.

Maybe this'll be a piece of cake.

One case is a piece of cake.
Three is not.

So you found the bodies?

Yeah.

Man, this is totally
gonna screw up the PH.

You know what this is?

This is the Kewaunee curse.

The what?

Where I'm from, if you leave
on bad terms, things like this happen.

Eh, Woody, the...

I should have never
yelled at my Aunt Margie.

Forget about what I did
to my cousin Nick.

Sorry to interrupt your breakdown, Detective,
but did you get ID's off the bodies?

Yes. Our older woman here is
Bernadette Jones,

seventy years young.

Varsity jacket right over here
is Jim Oliver, Junior, eighteen.

And the floater is a Lester Zhou,
forty years old.

You guys have any
preliminary call on cause?

Three dead people, three different g*ns,
three fatal b*llet wounds.

A sh**t B, B sh**t C,
C sh**t A.

Commutative property of m*rder.

Oh.

Excuse me.

I'm screwed.

Ms. Cavanaugh?

Harry Lennon here.

How are ya?

Uh, I'm fine.

You don't remember me, huh?
Six months ago, I'm the PI you hired
to find the sixty-six Ford Fairlane.

Right.

So I found it.

You were right.

It was registered to a Herman Redding
back in the early eighties.

Thing was garaged
at his grandma's place.

They locked him up
in the loony bin and then he just...

Where is it?

Junkyard off Palfrey in Watertown.

I tried to hold it for you, but
they're gonna cube it day after tomorrow.

You want it, you gotta
go down there yourself.

Hello?

You there?

Yeah, uh,
thank you, Mister Lennon.

I appreciate that.

Mommy?

What's wrong, Mommy?
Trace: Suicides
Jones, Oliver and Zhou

This is cozy.

Standing room only
unless you have a reservation.

su1c1de, party of three.

What is that smell?

It's chlorine and
ah, decomposition.

Really?
I thought I'd smelled everything.

Well, think again.
What have we got?

Prelim exam backs up
the initial finding.

Single sh*t from Grandma's
thirty-eight matches hole in boy.

Prints on the forty-five match Junior.

Likewise, one sh*t fired
from his g*n which then pierced...

Our third acquaintance,
Mister Lester Zhou.

We fished a nine millimeter
from the pool.

We figure Lester must have dropped it
after he got sh*t.

No criminal record, no connections
personal or business.

Yet, they each k*lled each other
in a macabre Mexican standoff

that would make
Quentin Tarantino proud.

You know, maybe
it was a su1c1de pact.

Ours is not to
reason why, Doctor.

Alright, this is a triple,
so all hands on deck.

Next of kin are on their way.

Let's each focus on a decedent.

Doctor Macy, I'm gonna have to
oversee this whole thing.

Listen, I heard
what's ridin' on this one.

Don't sweat it.
We got your back.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Missed you at the Coffee Shack
this morning.

Oh.

Sorry, I completely spaced.

You're ready to call it a day
already, huh?

Yeah, I... I think
I'm coming down with something.

You're sick?

Yeah, I'm sick.

Well, I mean, I...
I didn't think that you could get sick.

Well, you want to feel
my forehead or...

You want me to bring you
by some soup later?

I just need to...
need to rest.

I'm just a phone call away
if you change your mind.

Thanks.

I'll be fine.

[font color=FFFFCC]Trace: Bernadette Jones

What up, Winslow?
What's happening with Mrs. Jones?

I'm checking her hand for
gunpowder residue, but there isn't any.

Look how fragile her skin is.
It's like paper.

I mean, g*n kick alone
should have bruised her palm.

Nothing.

Well, I just got back
from her house.

Let me guess. She bakes and does
needlepoint, too, and...

Not really.

Social Security helped pay for
this forty gig portable

with built-in CD burner,
wireless modem

and nifty leather carrying case.

Alright, Bernadette's
a computer geek. That's cool.

I brought up her last twelve
search engines and got this.

Marie Antoinette, French Revolution,
Louie the Sixteenth.

Was she a history buff?

According to her son, Victor, no.

But she did show up
at his doorstep a few days ago

loaded with bikes, toys, clothes,
all for the grandkids.

People do good deed when
they're gonna k*ll themselves, right?

They give their worldly
possessions away.

That's what it says
in the handbook.

Yeah.

But then again,
everybody's read it.

Mister and Mrs. Oliver, I hope
you don't mind me asking this,

but was your son
in any kind of trouble?

He never caused us any problems.

Best damn quarterback
Newton's had in years.

We were all praying for
a football scholarship to Michigan.

That's an awful lot of pressure
to put on a young man.

I'm a plumber.

Barbara teaches kindergarten.

We can't afford to pay tuition.

And you don't recognize either of
the people we found with your son?

We've never seen them before.

What about Jim's behavior?

I mean... was there anything
out of the ordinary lately?

Last week, he got a little
cocky with me,

started skipping practice.

Kept telling me
to relax, to "chill."

He said all our worries
were about to end.

Ma'am,

according to this,
your teachers union

pays a twenty thousand dollar benefit
on the loss of a dependent.

Forgive me for bringing this up,
but is it possible that your son knew that?

What are you two suggesting?

Teenage pressures and the changes
of attitude, promises of easier t...

Now, let me tell you
something, pal!

My son would never,
never k*ll himself.

If that's what you think, think again,
because you couldn't be more wrong!

Crypt: Lester Zhou

Would you like a moment?

Thank you.
I think I've seen enough.

Then you won't mind
if I ask a couple of questions.

Last night, your husband was found
face down in a swimming pool,

and these two were k*lled as well.

Do they look familiar?

I've never seen them before.

Doctor, y... you should know,
Lester moved out a few weeks ago.

We hadn't talked since.

Then you two were having trouble?

I didn't think so,
but Lester did.

All of a sudden, something was different,
like he didn't care anymore.

Did he say that?

In so many words.

Lester was a bookkeeper.

Four days after he moved out,

he mailed his boss
a box of his own feces.

Well,

no mixed signals there.

It wasn't the Lester I married.

He was professional,
reserved his whole life.

Then one day, it was like
the clouds had lifted.

What makes that happen overnight?

She went home sick.
What's the big deal?

She's not sick.

Why do you say that?

She's not sick, Garret.

Okay, I'm sold.

Did anything distressing happen
at the crime scene this morning?

You mean other than
seeing three dead people

with their guts leaking
out of the their abdomens?

Oh, you don't have to
get graphic.

Why do you think
she's distressed?

Women's intuition?

Ah, no wonder I missed it.

Yeah, no wonder.

[font color=FFFFCC]Forensic Lab: Stomach Contents

Well?

Give us something we can sink
our teeth into, Doctor.

Ah, careful what you ask for.

Check it out.

What, shish-kabob?

Impressive marbleizing and
high protein levels indicate Kobe beef.

Somebody certainly splurged.

Steak like that'd
cost me a paycheck.

Try three.
Bernadette and Jim both had the same.

Not to mention identical
meals of champagne,

white truffles and
an unpasteurized goat cheese.

Right, and it's not just any cheese.
That's Pont La Rue.

They only make two wheels
of that a year.

One of them's
for the French government.

The other one they give off
for private auction.

It's illegal to bring in unpasteurized
eatables into this country.

Mmm. Making it impossible to trace
where they purchased it.

Peter, how come you know
so much about the world's delicacies?

Because he's loaded,
that's how.

Yeah, I tried to have
the silver spoon surgically removed.

So, why dine like kings if you're gonna
have dessert with Smith and Wesson?

Together, these three could barely
afford to tip a bathroom attendant.

It's back to the su1c1de pact.

Yeah, or some other special occasion.

We need to find out
where they ate.

You sure you want to do that?

Now, I'm not saying
you shouldn't, but...

you shouldn't.

What are you doing here, James?

You made me come.

I want it to be over.

Well, then you probably
don't want to open this trunk...

sis.

What's inside?

The prize.

What's the prize?

The prize.

The prize is...

his lies.

Whose lies?

Whose lies?!
Tell me!

Whose lies?!

Thanks for coming over.

Thanks for calling.

Um, yeah.

Okay.

So you...
you're gonna ask me questions?

If... if you want.
Uh, your call.

You're good at this, huh?

Not really.

To be totally honest,

I'm petrified that I'm gonna blow it and
mess you up more than you already are.

Not even possible.

What is your favorite color?

Eh, pink.

Hmm.

Smell?

Cinnamon toast.

What's a place that you've always
wanted to go but have never been?

Egypt.

Huh.

Yeah, I like the pyramids.

What?
What, does that mean something?

Does what mean something?

That I like the pyramids?

You just nodded like
that meant something.

I thought it was interesting.

I have this key
to the trunk of a car.

Today I found out
where that car is.

I don't know what's inside, but...

whatever it is, it has something
to do with my mom's m*rder.

So,

go open the trunk.

No.

Why not?

It'll make me crazy.

But you're already crazy.

Some shrink you are.

I'm not a shrink,

I'm your friend.

Will you uh, stay with me?

As long as you need me to.

Look, we know
Grandma Jones ran up

a four thousand dollar
credit card bill on her grandkids.

And Lester the accountant did
a personality one eighty overnight.

And our young varsity football star

went from dedicated jock to slacker
without a care in the world.

Something must have triggered
the behavioral turns.

You know, it had to be su1c1de.
It still fits.

Guys, none of these g*ns
were licensed.

All the serial numbers
were scratched off. They were hot.

Come on, gentlemen.
Think it through.

We've got an old lady, a jock and...
and a Chinese guy sh*t do death in a pool.

Add a rabbi and
you've got a bad joke.

Connect the dots.

Where'd they eat
their last supper and why?

Uh, well, according to
the food editor at the Globe,

only three restaurants in town
serve white truffles.

Copley Plaza, La Poire and...

And Vissage. I got my hands on
Grandma's credit card statement.

Anybody up for
some nasty ass escargot?

We've been up all night.

How about we...

go for a walk,
get some fresh air?

Nope, I don't trust myself.

Really?

Yeah, really.

You ever see "The Wolfman"?

Eh, I think I missed that one.

My brother and I used to watch
these old scary movies.

That was his favorite.

He loved the part where the Wolfman

ran around to all of his friends
and begged them

to chain him up
and lock him in a closet

because the full moon was coming

and he was afraid
he was gonna eat them.

Ah, I get it.

Yeah, I'm the Wolfman.

Are you?

I'm not afraid of hurting my friends.

You're afraid of hurting yourself.

Eh, no.

Why cinnamon toast?

What?

Before, you said that
that was your favorite smell.

Why?

Uh,

no reason.
Uh, it just is, you know?

Don't be afraid.
You can tell me.

I... I'm not afraid.

Everyone's afraid of
something, Jordan.

Okay, so tell me.
What... what am I afraid of.

You're afraid of it ending.

Excuse me?

You're afraid...

that if you open that trunk,
the answer will be there.

You'll know who k*lled her.

You'll know why.

Everything that you've been looking
for the past twenty-three years,

it'll finally be over.

And then you'll have no idea
what to do with your life.

No idea who to be.

I think you should go now, Lily.

Jordan, it is so important...

I... I think you should go.

Hey, Nige, Nigel.
Forensics Lab: Crime Scene Analysis

Come here.
Forensics Lab: Crime Scene Analysis

What, is your computer
frozen again?

No-no-no, I want to
show you somethin'.

You know what? I'm uh, I'm actually
kind of sort of occupied at the moment.

Perhaps I could come back
at a more opportune uh...

Sweet Nancy, is that
what I think that is?

Crime scene digitizer.

Wow.

We can't afford this.

I know.

Certainly wasn't in the budget.

I'm just so into this case,
paid for it myself.

Of course you did, you delightfully
arrogant little trust fund baby.

So I really think I'm starting to get
the hang of this crime solving stuff.

Anyway, take a look at this.

So in the olden days,
you used to have to

use a string or a laser light

to figure out the path
the b*llet took

or how a m*rder unfolded,
but not nowadays...

So based on the angle of
the g*nsh*t wounds

and the positions of the bodies
that they were found in,

you can legitimately
recreate the crime.

And here we go.

Whoa.

Mm-hm.

Yeah, someone did
a real good job of

making it look like
they sh*t each other,

but that's not
how it went down.

They were all k*lled
somewhere else then positioned here.

Stellar work, Doctor.

Thank you.

I'm bloody well impressed.

Of course I remember them.

They were in here two,
maybe three times.
Vissage Restaurant

Uh, do you happen to remember
which one made the reservation?

Always the old woman.

The Asian gentleman wore
a gray suit every time,

and the boy needed
a loaner jacket and tie.

An odd assortment of characters.
You never questioned it?

If Ben Franklin meets
my palm more than once,

I'd give somebody dressed
like you a table.

What's wrong? You... you...
you don't like leather?

On my boots, not my customers.

Okay. Um...

did you maybe talk to them,
overhear a conversation?

Connie, s'il vous plait

These gentlemen are investigating
the death of some of your customers.

Uh, no.
I... I don't remember them, sorry.

Connie, Connie, Connie,
Connie, Connie, Connie, Connie...

Yes?

Why are you lying to us?

We're not out here to get you.

Why don't you help us out?
Take another look.

They tipped me
over a grand in cash.

I don't want to get in trouble
for not reporting it.

So you do remember them?

Well, sure. They were just here
the other night.

Did you maybe hear something
that may be helpful to us?

Well, I heard them arguing.

Not sure why.

But like I said, they were great tippers,
so we let 'em close the place.

But do you know,
there was this one guy.

He was... kind of weird.

Which one?

Uh, no, I don't see him.
He was the fourth.

I guess he's still
alive then, huh?

Hi, sis.

Hi, James.

I knew you'd be back.

Yeah, I couldn't stay away.

I like your uniform.

You have the right
to remain silent.

You have the right
to a bastard brother.

If you do not have a bastard brother,
the court will appoint one to you.

Wait, that's not funny.

Sure it is.

What's in the trunk?

Daddy's mistake.

Can I see?

No.

Please?

I said no.

Now go to your room.
Your mother's tired.

She's not tired, she's sad.

She's sad because of me.

You're just a little girl.

You don't understand
grownup problems.

You stay away from this trunk, Jordan,
or you are in serious trouble.

You understand?

Yes, Daddy.

He's a liar.

Let me guess.

Your alarm clock's broken.

Yes, I'm late.

The one time in the history of
my professional career,

and thank God you were here
to remind me.

Is everything okay?

I had a long night.

Ah.

Not that kind of a long night.
I was working.

I mean, I...

I wasn't really working.
I was counseling.

You were with Jordan?

Yup.

Women's intuition.

Very good.

Is she alright?

Uh, I'm not sure.

I think I may be in over my head.

Well, that's the only place you can be
when you're dealing with her.

Huh.

It's about her mother, isn't it?

You think it'd help
if I go talk to her?

My honest opinion?

- Please.
- No.

Fair enough.

Every trauma has its origin.

I think the only way to help her is
to go to the source,

to treat it where it began.

I can't do that.

But maybe you can.

You want me to bring her mother back to life
and prevent her from being m*rder*d?

The m*rder isn't the source.

The person that taught her
how to cope with it is.

Ah, so we have a fourth man, do we?
Forensic Analysis: Facial Recognition

Hello, luv.

Hi.

I'm Doctor Townsend,
but you may call me Nigel.

I'll be picking your brains today.

Welcome to FACES.

Composite technology.

Now, you describe
a reasonable facsimile of

the gentleman you saw dining with
our dead trio, and uh,

if he's ever had a mug sh*t
taken in Boston,

we'll know his name
in two minutes.

Okay.

Uh, now, is this roughly
the shape of his head?

Yeah, except a little fatter.

And which ones look
most like his eyes?

Um,

yeah, this one.

- This one here?
- Mm-hm.

Wow, just like Mister Potatohead.

Yeah, that's exactly
what it's like, Mister Potatohead.

Fear not, Woodrow.

We are indeed making progress.

I know.
I'm... I'm sorry.

It's just that it's been a crazy year, and
if this promotion doesn't come through...

Then you will try again.

Need I remind you,
Sir Edmund Burke once said,

"By gnawing through a dike,

even a rat may drown a nation."

What exactly does that mean?

Perseverance, Detective.

And... and he had a beard.

That could be him.

Okay, Connie.
Let's try a match.

Well, that's him.

That's the guy.

Yeah, okay.

Martin Vezned.

Got hauled in on a deadbeat
dad charge.

Place of employment is
a convenience store in Dorchester.

Mmm.
How convenient.

We don't open for an hour.

Even for a friend of the family.

Some friend.

Haven't seen you for a while, Garret.

What's her name?

Her?

Ah, you come in here
every Friday after work,

knock back a single malt, neat.

Last three weeks,
no you, no single malt.

- What's her name?
- Sometimes I forget you were a cop.

Sounds like a confession to me.

So, what'll it be?

On the house.

Actually, Max, we have to talk.

Uh-oh, sounds serious.

Jordan's in trouble.

Where is she?
Is she okay?

You have to tell her
it's alright to let it go.

Let what go?

- Your wife's m*rder.
- Excuse me?

So now you're gonna say
it's none of my business.

You're damn right I am.

Maybe you're right, but you need to
start taking responsibility

for what's happening to Jordan.

- You have no right to come in h...
- I know, Max.

I know how you showed her crime scene
photos when she was a little kid,

how the two of you played this

twisted role playing game
to solve cases.

You think that's okay?

To expose an eleven-year-old girl
to that?

- Now, look.
- Maybe I don't have the right.

But I have a daughter, too,

and I take responsibility for
inflicting my own damage on her.

You're the one
who opened Pandora's Box, Max.

You can't expect her
to close it for you.

Yeah, that's Martin.

Where's Martin now?

Don't know.

Ever since that thing last month,
he's been acting weird.

What thing?

Some dude held up a jewelry store
down the street.

Cops chased the guy through here,
sh*t up the place.

Martin was on that day.
Guess it messed him up.

Hasn't been the same since.

I kept the surveillance tape
to show my girlfriend.

It's pretty bitchin'.

You want to see it?

Hell, yeah, I would.

We got this tape
from the convenience store.

Nigel, the heist doesn't happen
for a little while.

Can we fast forward a little bit?

Sure.

Is that our jock leaning
over the counter?

And behind him,
that's Lester Zhou.

That's them.
That's our victims.

Gentlemen, the dead have arisen.

Little did they know
where they'd be in a month.

Doesn't tell us
why they're dead.

Eyes open.
Seven seventeen.

Here's Johnny.

Anybody hurt?

No, he was a lousy sh*t.
The police got him out back.

Nigel, speed it up.

Here comes Grandma.

What's she holding?

Whatever it is,
she's taking it.

Nigel, can you zoom in on that?

Grid pattern overlay.

Four-point-six,
enhanced times five.

According to the police report,
everything was recovered.

Perhaps not everything.

There's our motive.

My mom...

she used to get really tired.

And she was always
worried that uh,

Dad would be angry if...

dinner wasn't ready
when he got home.

So uh, one night, I...

I told her to rest,
that I'd take care of it.

You know, I could play mommy
for a night.

But uh, all I could really make
was toast.

I was only nine, yeah.

Um, so I decided to get fancy.

You know, I put on some butter,

and I found some cinnamon and sugar
in a cupboard.

Well, she smelled it

and she came downstairs.

And she said,

"Cinnamon toast,

that's my favorite, baby."

And... and she smiled

and she kissed my forehead.

I don't think I've ever been
happier than I was in that moment.

This is the key
to the Fairlane, huh?

Yeah.

It gets totaled in twelve hours.

Then you'll never find out
what's inside.

Yeah, I guess that's the point.

You want me to hold onto it
for you?

What can I say?
I'm the Wolfman.

Are you sure?

If I was sure, I would have
thrown it in the Charles.

Hocking precious stones for a living
sounds like a glamorous business.
Boston PD: Interrogation

You must love
what you do, Terence.

Sometimes.

Can I ask what this is about?

Yeah, sure.

Recovered three gold lace necklaces
with cultured pearls.

One platinum rope with sapphires
and round brilliant diamonds.

Nice.

Five platinum rings with
two carat settings.

Bet you were happy to
see all that again.

Very.

I don't know, Terence.

Something feels like
it's missing.

I can't quite put
my finger on it.

Mmm, no, it...
it's all there.

Why don't you tell me
about the necklace?

Two colored stones surrounding
a rock the size of a poodle's head.

Maybe I should call somebody.

You know what the going rate for black
market embezzlement is these days?

Five to ten.
Maybe twenty.

Prison is a scary place
for a man like you, Terence.

Why don't you tell me
about the necklace?

It was too good to pass up.

Four years ago, the Saint LeMonde
necklace was stolen in Paris.

That explains
Grandma's history lessons.

Sixteenth century.

A copy of something worn
by Marie Antoinette.

Alright, so we're not talking
cubic zirconia here.

What's the damage on this thing?
What's the going rate?

Uh, certain buyers might go
as high as five.

Five hundred thousand?

Five million.

Yeah.

Yeah, Mister Jones, I just can't tell you
how sorry I am for your loss.

B... Bernadette was
the love of my life.

Yeah.

Now that she's gone, well, it...

it's tragic.

Yeah.

Hey, you want to see the body?

No, I... I... I think I'll just collect
her belongings and be on my way.

Sure.

I'll... I'll also receive
a death certificate, yes?

Oh, absolutely.
Yeah, yeah.

Can I be frank
just for a second?

Please, go right ahead.

For a guy who passed away six years ago,
you just look so good.

Yeah. Yeah, Bernadette Jones's
husband's long gone.

I don't know who you are,
but the police are on their way.

I've done nothing wrong.

Noth... A triple homicide
and possession of stolen property?

Nothing wrong might stretching it
a little, don't you think?

I didn't k*ll them.

I swear, I... I don't know
what you're talking about.

Tell me what you do know then.

We found the necklace.

The four of us had dinner a few times
to discuss the best way to sell it.

Oh, so you were with them
the night of the murders.

Yes.
But I left dinner early.

I... I got on train for New York.
I spent night with family.

When I got home, I heard about
the killings on the news.

I... I... I didn't
want to die, too.

What did you want
with the old lady's body?

See, since she was
the only one we all trusted,

she rented a safety deposit box
to store the necklace.

We all have keys, but we can't access
the box without her signature.

So that's why you wanted
the death certificate.

It's the only way
they'll give me access.

Do you know which bank?

Of course.

Good.

Let's go make a withdrawal.

Garret came to see me.

Oh.

Do you know why?

I... I have no idea.

He wanted to talk
about your mother.

Did I...

did I do this to you?

Do what to me?

If I had...

just let her go back then,

if I had...

just let her go, would you have...

too?

Um,

I don't know, Dad.

I'm so sorry, Jordan.

It's okay, Dad.

It's okay.

Those cuffs aren't
too tight, Mister Vezned?

A little, yes.

Oh, that's too bad.

The steel's gonna clash
with your necklace.

It isn't often we get to do business
with the Chief Medical Examiner's Office.

Yeah, well, never a dull moment.

Uh, the boxes are right here.

Two twelve.

Two twelve, yes.

What's this thing called again?

The Saint LeMonde.

I've never seen five million dollars.

It's smaller than I expected.

[font color=FFFFCC]Harry Lennon.
Private Investigator

[font color=BFEFFF] Lennon.

Mister Lennon,
this is Jordan Cavanaugh.

Is it too late to get that car?

Huh? Who is this?

Jordan Cavanaugh. I called you about
the sixty-six Ford Fairlane.

Oh, yeah.

You're the lady that hired me
in October.

Um, sorry, I haven't
found that car yet.

No, you...
you called me two days ago.

Whoever called you, lady,
it wasn't me.

According to our records,
Doctor Macy,

Bernadette Jones signed in
to her safety deposit box

just twenty-four hours ago.

I'm telling you
that's impossible.

Why?

She's dead.

That does present
a problem, doesn't it?

Can I see her signature, please?

Well, it matches
the old woman's handwriting.

Somebody could have forged it.

That's highly unlikely.

But not impossible.

Question is, who had access
to her signature?

Alright, let's run this thing.

We know the Fantastic Four wanted
to sell the necklace and split the money.

We know they didn't k*ll
each other.

And we know Martin didn't k*ll them
because his alibi puts him out of town.

So someone else had to know
what they were doin'.

So let's narrow it down.

Who knew what they were up to
and had access to the old lady?

We know it wasn't the jeweler, right?

Uh, it turns out he was
in Chicago on business,

and he had no idea
where the necklace was anyway.

And I don't think any of
the surviving family members,

like Mrs. Zhou or Jim Oliver
were responsible.

Wait a second.

The old lady charged all the dinners
at the restaurant, right?

Every last bite of fois gras.

What if the waitress kept
all their credit card receipts?

What if Connie Asher's
lying through her teeth?

She made a point of being
their waitress each time.

What if she overheard every word
and made a plan to k*ll 'em,

keep the credit card receipts,

then she could perfect
Mrs. Jones' signature.

A little practice at home,
difference would be undetectable.

And what about the murders?

The waitress saw they were coming in
from the reservation book.

Another big tip and
they closed the place that night.

Then she goes out
to the parking lot.

It's totally empty.

She pops three of them
with different g*ns.

You think she's that smart?

I think she's smarter.

"Mister Potatohead."

The kid would have been
the toughest.

She probably sh*t him first.

Three bodies, three different
m*rder weapons,

then she put 'em in her trunk
and headed for the hotel.

Yeah, I mean, we're talking about
a lot of g*ns

and a lot of dead weight,

so she had to have help.

And how did she get into
the pool after hours?

With the... pool man.
Of course.

Then she positions all the bodies to make it
look like they sh*t each other out of greed.

She gets the info from Grandma's purse
and heads for the bank.

She almost pulled it off too, huh?

Ten to one,
she and Mister Chlorine...

are on a plane bound for Fiji
as we speak.

Nah, don't bet on it.

What makes you so sure?

Let's just say she is that smart.

She kills three people,
steals a bitchin' necklace

and shows up to work
the next day.

That is genius.
I gotta go pick this girl up.

Fellas, thank you.

Seriously.

Congratulations, Detective.

Connie,

you have exquisite taste.

What? I found that thing
in the restaurant bathroom.

I didn't k*ll anybody.

Really?

The lab confirmed the blood
in the back of your car.

Oops.

You idiot.

It's alright.

I have a feeling this ice is
gonna clash

with the orange jumpsuits
you guys are about to be wearin'.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So any word from Jordan?

Yeah, she stopped by
a couple of hours ago.

You think she's gonna be okay?

Maybe not okay, but better.

Definitely better.

Yeah.

She almost had me
believing that the last time.

Hmm.

You don't even want to know
what was in the trunk.

The prize is inside.

You stay away from this trunk, Jordan,
or you are in serious trouble.

He's a liar.

I'm sorry.
To Be Continued