- Okay.
You're catholic.
I need for you to fill me on some stuff.
I don't mean everything,
just the highlights.
I mean, I know about the pope,
I know about last
rights, I know about nuns,
confessional, convents, ah,
is there anything I'm missing?
- Pathos.
- And I think I've got this
crossing myself thing down
but I'm just not sure when to do it.
- Who cares?
- Tom.
- I'm listening, sorry.
- What are you writing?
- Oh, it's nothing.
Trust me.
- It's just this saying that
keeps going around in my head.
Oh, what a tangled web we weave
when first we practice.
- No depth, no humanity.
- We're on me now.
- Sorry.
Yes.
Who is he?
- His name's Danny Marshall.
We just met.
He's perfect.
So I asked him right up front, I said,
"are you married, engaged, separated?"
- And?
- Negative, but...
- But he's a priest.
- He's a catholic.
- Oh, so...
- So.
I told him I was catholic too.
- Ah, aren't you the
ecumenical little devil.
- Oh, like you've never
told a date what you thought
that she wanted to hear.
- I haven't told a date that I'm a hindu.
- It's just that Danny and I
were so much in tune that I,
I kinda got carried away.
He told me that his favorite
flower is the carnation,
his favorite color is
blue, his favorite movie
is "cinema paradiso,"
his favorite vegetable
for heaven's sakes, is Kale.
Kale!
- "Cinema paradiso?"
- It's just that I got so
accustomed to saying,
"me too, me too,"
that when he said he was catholic...
- Me too.
- Out of my mouth before I could stop it.
And then I couldn't really take it back
because it would be like I
was making fun of his religion.
- I think that's more Jewish than catholic
to be that consumed with guilt.
- You know, I probably don't have anything
to worry about anyway.
I mean, how many people go around
talking about their religion?
- That I can think of?
Hmm, pope John Paul, Billy Graham, you.
- That apartment complex
next to Saint Joseph's?
- Oak crest apartments?
- Yeah.
Apartment fire, one
dead, arson's on the way.
- St. Joseph's catholic church?
- Yeah.
- My gosh, let's go.
- Since when did she become so eager?
- Sister Cassandra's on a mission.
- A mission.
- This place was smoking.
The guy never had a chance.
- These coke heads never get the picture.
Bottle of rum is just as flammable
as any accelerant on the market.
All you need to do is
spill some, drop a lighter,
and pshhh, place goes up like fireworks
on arbor day.
- Body was in the bed, the
lighter was by the window.
- Could've fallen, rolled.
I mean, this room's no
bigger than a box of hair.
- Stove was left on.
- One burner, no signs of forced entry.
- Oh, so he leaves the
stove on, spills a full bottle
of run, tosses a flaming
lighter three feet away,
decides to go back to bed.
- Not saying he did it all by his lonesome.
Not yet, anyway.
- We'll run this through the lab
and then you give us your report.
- Quicker than a jackrabbit...
- soon as you can.
- You ever notice that
the people in our business
are all nuts?
- I think you're exaggerating.
- We've got a local arson investigator
who thinks he's yogi berra.
- Ah, I don't know.
I thought he was kind of charming.
- His name was Zach Connors.
Apartment manager said
he cleaned pools for a living.
- I doubt somebody k*lled
him because he missed a spot.
- Are you kidding?
My dad was always
threatening to k*ll the pool boy.
- Your dad wouldn't do that.
- No, you're right.
My mother wouldn't let him touch me.
- You know, I'm sitting
here and I'm saying,
"son of a g*n, he don't
call, he don't show up,
"he better be dead."
Then he really is.
- Afraid so.
- It's a doggone shame.
Look at this.
Soft wood.
I order hard, they give me soft.
- Did you know Connors had a drug problem?
- Hey, he showed up, he did his job.
I'm not his mother.
You ever wonder why they give school kids
number two pencils, huh?
Soft wood.
Here, check it out.
They can chew 'em easier, you see?
Next thing you know,
you got a whole generation
that's addicted and they gotta
buy more and more of them.
I'm not saying it's a
conspiracy but you know.
- We'll keep that in mind.
- You keep that in mind, now.
- What about money problems?
Did he come to you for
an advance or a loan?
- Every week.
They all do.
And I tell 'em,
"no deal,"
not when I'm paying top dollar.
- Which is?
- $ . and hour.
Plus tips.
- Lot of tips to be made in cleaning pools?
- For a good looking guy who works hard,
homeowners could be very appreciative.
Especially the female variety, you know?
It's how I got my start.
- Do you have a list of
the clients he serviced?
I mean the pools that he cleaned?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.
Can't be too careful.
- We do not live in a normal world.
It's this place.
Nobody really lives here.
It's full of
Canadians and
plastic flamingos.
Where's the sound of the wind
whistling through the cornfields?
Scent of a summer rain?
- Why do I feel a song coming on?
- It's just a rough copy.
Actually...
- You okay?
- No, no.
Listen, don't say you like it if you don't.
- All right, fine.
- There's a couple
adjustments I have to make.
Okay? - Okay!
She took off on the left me in hell,
not in heaven.
I'm alive but I'm a grievin'.
I'm staying but she's a leavin'.
In the cold and icy rain
on that mean old south bound train.
- Forget it!
- No, I haven't said anything yet!
- You didn't have to say anything.
- Well,
just can I speak for myself?
- Fine.
- Okay. - Speak.
Jeez.
- I think it's getting there.
- You wanna know why Willie Nelson writes
such great songs?
'Cause the guy lives in Tennessee.
See, he's around real people, you know?
People like cattle
ranchers and dirt farmers.
- Look, there's as many normal people
living in palm beach as
there are anywhere else.
- Really?
Yeah.
- Mmhmm, find one.
- I think it was the way
he looked at me.
- And me.
Well, my sister mostly.
I just...
- Undressing me with his eyes.
- Oh god, he had these huge
eyes.
- Oh, I'm telling you, it
was very nerve-wracking.
- We were terrified.
- Did he ever thr*aten you?
- Oh, well not in a usual way.
- Oh, no.
- There was...
- The vein. - Oh!
There was this little
vein over his left eye that
throbbed.
And the more he looked...
- The more it throbbed.
- Throbbed?
- The meaning was very clear.
- Well hello? - Yeah!
And of course, when I refused him,
that's when things started to disappear.
- Mmhmm, our valuables.
You know, the silverware.
Mother's vase.
- I think it was some
form of male retaliation.
- Oh, yes.
- You know, when he couldn't
get what he really wanted,
you know? - Well, you know?
- You fired him?
- Oh no, we couldn't possibly do that!
- Oh, he was consumed. - Oh yes!
- He might have broken
in during the night and
ravished us both.
Me first.
- Okay, okay, well save some for me.
- It's a small pool.
I seldom use it.
- Anybody ever tell you
that you look a lot like...
- excuse me?
- Nothing.
- So Mr. Connors came once a week?
- I wouldn't know.
I'm usually at work.
- Your business is?
- Wallpaper.
- You hang wallpaper?
- I sell it.
- So after Zach left,
did you notice anything
missing from your home?
- Once.
I noticed him snooping around
some expensive tools I keep in the shed.
Ava discouraged him
from any further curiosity.
- Ava?
- Ava.
Ava, come on.
Come on.
Ah, you little...
Look at you.
You're a sweetheart.
Who's a little baby?
She's my little sweetheart.
Yes she is, yes she is.
You have to be very careful
around this neighborhood.
Used to be lovely.
Til all sorts of people started moving in.
Lawyers,
financiers, right down to
that tremain woman next door.
Some sort of trashy romance novelist.
- So I see Zach cleaned
miss tremain's pool too.
- She called and asked for
the number, I gave it to her.
Although why someone
would need their pool cleaned
three times a week is beyond me.
- Really, it's okay.
See, after the Schwartz twins, I'm relieved
to know that h*tler's alive and well
and living in palm beach.
- Put that to music and you got something.
You know what?
This one's gonna be normal.
- No, this is gonna be Mussolini.
- Yes?
- Poor Zach.
He seemed like such a nice guy.
- You knew him, then?
- I take my swim in the
morning and we would chat
while he worked.
- And he worked here three times a week?
- Sherman is a stickler for cleanliness.
- So did Connors ever
talk much about himself?
His problems?
- Well, anyone could
see that he wasn't rich
but I appreciated his efforts.
I always made sure he
received a weekly bonus.
- So you got to know Zach
pretty well?
- He was fun.
Quite talkative, but somehow I doubt
that there was much there to know.
- So did you have any
trouble with him at all?
Was anything missing from your house?
- No, why?
- Well we had some reports.
Suspected thefts.
- He came into the kitchen
now and then for a drink
but we never noticed anything missing,
did we, sherman?
- No.
- Better go.
- Good luck.
- Thank you.
No complaints, no thefts,
how much you wanna bet
Zach's bonuses weren't paid in hard cash.
- Successful, intelligent author
sleeps with the pool guy.
Why?
- I don't know.
Maybe she was in love.
In case she was slumming it.
- Why cover it up?
- Sherman didn't approve.
- All right, so the me
has a cause of death.
A fracture to the back of the skull
and arson says
that the body...
No, the mattress was soaked in rum
but none was found under the body.
- He was lying down by that point.
He was probably already dead.
- Morten says Connors was
struck at an upward angle.
Could've been a woman.
- What about the lighter?
No print.
- Not even Zach's prints?
- I need to repeat myself?
- If there was no forced entry
then Zach either let the
person in or they had a key.
- All right, so.
Suspect?
- I'm going with the fuhrer.
Cassy's going with the romance novelist.
- The fuhrer?
- Don't ask.
- Frank budrow, Victoria...
Victoria tremain.
"Passion is asunder."
Oh, franny leaves these books lying around.
- You read 'em.
- One, okay?
There was nothing else in the house.
I would take a long,
hard look at this woman
if I were you.
- Victoria?
- Yes, this is a very passionate woman.
In her book, there's this blonde hitwoman.
She's in love with her plastic surgeon.
Now he's prepping her for
surgery and she grabs him
and right there on the table...
- hey, you know, maybe you
should interview her, Harry.
Could be a new bestseller.
"Passion and the palm beach detective."
- I'm only saying that looks
can be deceiving, that's all.
- Yeah?
Not in this town.
- Amen to that.
Quick, name the three holy mysteries.
- The immaculate conception,
Joe DiMaggio, and the view
from heaven dropped a pencil
under Mary Francis Callahan's desk.
- That's sacrilegious.
- That's a healthy
catholic education, baby.
So I take it you haven't
come clean with Danny boy?
- Well I'm approaching it gradually.
- And what would that mean?
- Meaning, he said that
he didn't go to church
every week and I said
I didn't either.
- Exactly.
- Spoke with some of Zach's neighbors.
Nobody remembers him having any visitors.
But one did notice a woman in a red jag
dropping him off one night.
- Sebring red.
That car cost me two
years worth of residuals.
I'm sorry.
I thought if I admitted to
seeing Zach, you know, socially,
that I'd be dragged into
a m*rder investigation.
I was just being stupid.
Ask me anything you like.
- All right.
Where were you last
Tuesday between midnight
and one o'clock?
- I was having drinks with
my editor, Vanessa bone,
at her hotel.
She'd just flown in
from New York to kick off
a book tour.
- And she can confirm that, I'm sure.
- Well she did have perhaps
one too many daiquiris
but if she has any
trouble with the time frame
I'm sure the bartender at
the Grant will remember us.
I spent minutes teaching him how to make
the world's best banana daiquiris.
- And you were home at what time?
- I didn't go home, actually.
I got a room at the hotel.
I'd been drinking and I didn't wanna drive.
- No cabs?
- I distrust cab drivers.
So I thought,
"why not treat myself to a
suite and a little room service?"
- She never allows anyone to drive her.
There was a car accident several years ago.
Someone else was driving.
Terrifies her to be without control.
- When did she return?
- This morning around nine.
- She didn't call you to let you know
she wouldn't be home?
- I'm her Butler, not her gatekeeper.
- How long have you
worked for miss tremain?
- Eight years this August.
August th.
Did you meet her in palm beach?
- Chicago.
That toddling town.
As you may have surmised,
miss tremain is a sun worshiper
so when her books began to sell,
naturally we packed our bags
and followed the birds south.
- She's a beautiful woman.
Has she had many men?
- Are you asking me to gossip?
- It's a criminal investigation.
- I understand that.
But I'd feel I was speaking
out of school, as it were.
- You're not her priest,
you're not her lawyer,
and I'm afraid there is no such thing
as Butler-mistress privilege.
- Well perhaps there should be.
Certain confidences are
not meant to be shared.
- Well perhaps so, Mr. Bisco,
but the law disagrees.
- Prior to Mr. Connors
there was another gentleman
in Chicago, a Mr. Arthur
Sullivan, I believe.
If there were others,
I didn't know of them.
- Tremain's editor puts...
Says she was with her from
: to about one o'clock.
- About?
- About.
Too many daiquiris.
- Eh.
- But at the hotel.
- Bellman walked tremain to her room
but can't remember the exact time.
The night garage attendant promises the jag
never left the garage and
the valet ticket verifies that.
The lady departed :
the following morning.
- Great, so all we got
to pin her to the hotel
is two faulty memories and a parking stub.
Okay, so let's say
that it is closer to :
when Victoria and her editor parted,
Zach lives minutes from the hotel.
The fire was reported at : .
She coulda slipped out the back door
and taken a cab.
- She dislikes cabs, she said so herself.
- So does sherman.
I say she's lying and so is he.
- She got in a traffic
accident five years ago,
I dug that up in a police report.
- Psychiatric history?
- Not according to her md.
- Eh, so maybe she's over it.
You know, this girl looks
soft but trust me, she's not.
And the window of time,
it's tight but it's possible.
- Okay, so this beautiful,
highly attractive novelist
comes up with an elaborate
alibi, sneaks out of her hotel,
and rushes over to this
seedy, rundown apartment
just in time to torch the pool guy?
- Maybe he was selling her dr*gs
and blackmailing her.
- Cassy, the guy had
to steal from his clients
to get enough money to
buy and eight ball of cocaine.
If he was blackmailing
her, why would he give her
a key to his apartment?
- She did it, I can feel it.
- Great.
Good, go with that.
All you need is some evidence.
- Boyfriend in Chicago.
- Yeah, okay.
Thank you, shapiro.
Uh-huh, that's right.
I owe you one.
Hmmm?
Fine, I owe you two.
Buh-bye.
What?
- Eight Arthur sullivans in
the greater Chicago area,
none with connections to
Victoria tremain or publishing.
But,
she lived in an apartment
building where there was
a m*rder committed last spring.
William gilberte, science fiction writer.
- Unsolved?
- You betcha.
- A writer.
- Cass, you know how
many murders are committed
in Chicago every year?
Somebody has to live
next door to these people.
- Yeah, but two victims in less than a year
and Victoria tremain was
connected to both of them.
- Reaching.
- Hey kids, come on, kids.
We're gonna have the case file tomorrow.
- Ugh, thank you, Saint Jude.
The patron Saint of police officers.
- Yeah.
- Any chance she'll join a convent?
- Let us pray.
- I like the detective.
He's rather attractive, don't ya think?
- If you say so.
- I do.
Very attractive.
I think I shall have him for dinner.
- He may not accept.
It would hardly be appropriate.
- That would be his business, wouldn't it?
And mine.
- Mr. Bisco, I got a phone message.
- Yes, she's expecting you.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Whoa!
Sorry.
- It's all right.
No problem.
- Said you wanted to see me.
- Yeah, you said you
were interested in writing
so I thought perhaps I could help.
- Yes, yeah.
No, that's not necessary.
I'm...
- no.
I'd like to.
Come on.
Come on.
You see?
My motives are sincere.
I like to help aspiring writers.
- Yeah, well
I think that'll be wasted on me.
- You feel, don't you?
- Yeah.
- Well then you can write.
It's just a matter of
getting it from your heart
to your fingertips.
- Well, with me
it's more like getting it
from the back of my throat
to the gutter
- well if you'd like, we could discuss it
after you read a few chapters.
- Sure.
Some time.
- Good.
I can squeeze you in at about
nine o'clock tonight.
- You have guests this evening.
- I do?
- Jennifer Wright.
You'll be tied up all night.
I'm surprised you've forgotten.
- Oh!
How stupid of me.
No.
Sherman?
I'll call you.
- It's like somebody repaying 'em.
You give me the word, I will snitch.
They have snitches on NYPD blue.
They cr*ck every case.
- Sir!
You see, that's great.
But to be a snitch, you
gotta know something
and you don't know anything.
- I have three brothers, huh?
You show me the perp.
We take 'em to the alleyway.
He spill his guts.
- Thanks. - Just like the...
- thanks, thanks.
- Do you know how many brunette, beautiful,
well dressed women there are in this town?
- Man, if this was only Tennessee.
- She's a writer.
Writers need to lock themselves away
from the world on occasion.
She was always very kind to the staff.
Very generous.
- What occasions, exactly?
- Every other Friday night
and the room service bill's
continental breakfast for two.
- She was having affairs.
- So why didn't she have them at home?
- Sherman.
- Thank you.
- You know, he didn't inform her
that she couldn't go out with me.
He ordered her.
He's jealous.
- So she drops a glass?
- Nah, she was making a point.
- William gilberte.
And yours is?
- What?
My point?
My point is that maybe Victoria realized
that sherman was in love with her
and he was given to
jealousy so she started to take
her affairs outside the house but,
our pool guy is still
there three times a week,
watching her skinny dip.
So the little guy freaks out, snaps.
- Yeah, but that's assuming
that sherman's in love with Victoria.
Gilberte d*ed from a pair
of scissors in his chest.
The w*apon was never found.
- No, Victoria dropped
that glass on purpose.
And he didn't say a thing.
He just got down on
his little hands and knees
and started cleaning it up.
And nobody takes that
kind of crap from a woman
unless they're in love with her.
- If he was that jealous she
would have replaced him.
Palm beach is full of servants.
I wish we could find out what
happened to Arthur Sullivan.
- Chair.
Yeah?
- The chair at the desk, it
was pushed all the way in.
- Well it's adjustable.
- I know, cass, I have one of these chairs.
You see, once they're in position,
you never move them again.
Especially when you write for hours on end.
You write hours on end?
- Thank you.
- Maybe she dictates, he types.
- No.
No dictation machine, no
tape recorder on the desk.
- Sullivan gilberte.
Gilbert and Sullivan.
- Gilbert and Sullivan, yes.
Those are composers.
They're dead now.
- So sherman told me
that Victoria's ex-lover
was Arthur Sullivan.
It was William gilberte.
Gilberte Sullivan.
Sherman changed the name to protect her.
- Or to protect himself.
- What?
- Bring me a drink.
- You don't need one.
- But I want it.
- I know.
I know.
I think it's time we move on.
I'm thinking California.
Perhaps palm Springs.
- I don't wanna move again.
- But you know we must after it's all over.
- You don't love me anymore.
- Do you think I would
walk around my own home
dressed as a bloody servant
if it weren't to protect you?
- Everybody has his cross to bear.
I'm yours.
Til death to us part.
- Doesn't have to be that way.
Perhaps if you stayed home more.
- No.
I've had enough, I want out.
- Then go.
- I mean it, I don't care what happens.
I want my life back!
- Such as it was.
- You can't force me to stay!
- My darling, I never meant to.
Just leave the keys to the house.
You can have the car.
- I will have more than that!
- This house,
this fortune belongs to Victoria tremain,
not little Jenny kravitz.
- You wouldn't dare.
- I dare take an
illiterate girl and turn her
into a best-selling author.
I gave her a new name and
stuck it on all the books I wrote.
I made her a queen
and in return,
she made me a cuckold.
- You knew I didn't love you,
not the way you wanted me to.
- You could've learned.
- I'm still leaving.
- No you're not.
Pick it up when you're through.
You will behave yourself from now on.
Otherwise, I may have to have a talk
with that detective friend of yours.
I'm going back to work.
Try to enjoy yourself.
Quietly.
- Tom?
It's Victoria.
I'm frightened.
You look like you're miles away.
Is there something the matter?
- No, nothing's the matter.
I'm fine.
You're fine, dinner was fine.
Well there is one little
thing that we should
probably talk about.
It's...
Well,
it's the religion thing.
Cassy, you know I think you're very nice.
- Oh, I think you're nice too.
And I've enjoyed the time
that we spent together immensely.
- And?
- And I have a great deal
of respect for your faith.
- My faith?
- Yeah.
I mean, you have such devout fervor.
I've never seen anything like it.
And I think it's fantastic you
have such a strong connection
to your church.
- Wait, your church.
- Cassy, I was born and raised a catholic.
I just don't think I'm
ready to lead my life
as strictly as you do, you know?
- Oh Dan, that's fine.
I mean it's really, truly fine.
- I don't want you to have to change.
But I don't wanna have to change either.
- Oh, I won't be changing.
- Cassy,
you'd have to pretend like
you don't care about your faith
and I'd have to pretend like I do care.
And then we'd have this big lie between us.
You are the first truly good woman
that I've ever known.
I just wish I deserved you, you know?
- Me too.
- I'm sorry.
I should have told you before.
- It's all right.
Take your time.
- Sherman is beginning to frighten me.
Our relationship is not what it seems.
When we first met, I was
going through a very difficult time
and sherman, he helped me recover.
After that, I relied on him heavily.
Too heavily and he began
to believe that he owned me.
I didn't realize the extent
of his jealousy until the...
Boy Zach,
I was just toying with him.
I didn't think that sherman
would react like that.
- Like what, exactly?
- Zach had given me that.
I never used it,
I forgot it was on my keyring.
This morning I found
that in the Butler's pantry.
- I think you should stay here tonight.
- I...
You're right.
- Same suite, miss tremain?
- Yes.
Thank you, Bobby.
Thank you.
- You'll be okay.
- Okay, your rental car just
park it in the lot and
drop the keys off with me
when you're finished.
- You rent cars here?
- I already covered that.
There's no record ever
rent a car on her hotel bill
or her credit card bills.
- There wouldn't be.
The hotel manager said
she was generous to the staff.
Now, if you were a bell boy with a big tap
dangling in front of your
nose, how hard would it be
to lift the rental car keys from the valet?
- You were the one
who said the Butler did it.
Why the sudden conversion?
- They key to Zach's apartment.
She said Zach gave her a copy.
This is an old key, cass.
There's no clamp marks, no rough edges.
And there are two letters
stamped on the back of it, oc.
- Oak crest apartments.
- Zach never gave her a
copy, she stole his original.
He probably thought he lost it.
- I had a hunch.
Car accident Victoria had five years ago,
I talked to the uniform who investigated
and she told him that the
man driving was her lover.
- Well sherman said there
was just Zach and Sullivan.
- Well sherman lied
and it gets more interesting.
It turns out that the lover
d*ed two months later
in a drowning accident in the bay.
And guess who was with him.
- She's a black widow.
- She mates, she kills,
it's as simple as that.
- Cassy, she's on the move.
Meet me at the tremain house.
- Thank you, Bobby.
- Yes, ma'am.
- I'm sorry.
- Yes, dear.
I'm sure you are.
- Take the back.
- Sherman?
You idiot!
- Police, freeze!
You all right?
Okay.
- What did I know about romance?
Nothing.
In some bizarre way,
Jenny kravitz was the answer
to a prayer.
- William gilberte?
- He was a fellow author.
b*at Jenny regularly.
When she showed up at my door hysterical,
it never occurred to me that
she deliberately k*lled him.
He got what he deserved, I thought.
Maybe we both did.
Jenny disappeared that night.
I got rid of the w*apon,
I gave her an alibi.
It was my idea to switch the identity
so that no one would
connect her with the death.
As Victoria tremain, I had
always refused interviews
for obvious reasons.
It's ridiculous how
easily they accepted her
rather than me.
She loved the parties and the money.
She was trapped, she knew it.
Men had always trapped
her in some form or another
and I had done the same.
I suppose by k*lling the
others and blaming me,
it was her only way out.
- Mr. Bisco?
We need for you to go with the officer.
Boy, if that doesn't make you
wanna hang your typewriter up.
- You know, he didn't
follow it but it's good advice
and he was right.
Write what you know.
- Eyes of blue, hair of wheat,
like her smile, simple and sweet, cassy.
Wait.
Are you saying that I'm simple?
- No, no, no, no.
I'm not saying you're simple.
Like simple as in stupid,
I mean simple as in,
not complex.
- Oh, so i'm
one-dimensional, is that how you see me?
- No.
No!
That's not...
I wasn't thinking that at
all when I was writing this.
I wasn't even looking at you.
No.
No, I was...
I was looking at you but
I wasn't thinking of you.
- Ah, well I'm glad to know that my sweet
and simple personality has
kept your undivided attention.
You know, you could have
just come right out and said
that cassy St. John is the one dull person
that I know.
- Cassy, you're not dull.
Cass!
08x03 - Passion and the Palm Beach Detectives
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Series portrays the daily lives of two detectives who solve sexually-based crimes of passion among the ultra-rich of Palm Beach, Florida.
Series portrays the daily lives of two detectives who solve sexually-based crimes of passion among the ultra-rich of Palm Beach, Florida.