02x05 - Dirty Little Secrets

[bunniefuu]

Hey.

Son of a b*tch.

Hey!

You finish up in there,
I'm gonna kick your pervert a*s!

Yeah. My name's Mike --
Mike Jackson.

- There you go, sir.
- Thank you.

You called?

It's all he had on him.

Cellphone, driver's license,
a watch, sobriety chip.

That's a fake
Florida driver's license.

Yeah, see.
No holograms.

Oh, man. You got to get up
to speed on your fake I.D.s.

Now that your daughters are nearing
the age of non-legal consent.

Addy's quinceañera --
don't get me started.

Marisol is driving me
to the brink

of financial ruin.

They only turn 15 once.

Yeah, said the man
without three daughters.

Hey, baby.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. No problem,
no problem. What's up?

The caterer quit?

Well, just go with
the other one.

No, go with
the other one.

The other other one.

Yeah, listen, baby.
I got to go, okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I love you, too.

Besito.

- I'm not gonna survive this.
- Oh, yes, you are.

There's, uh, no abandoned cars
in the parking lot,

and our victim doesn't look like
the hitchhiking type.

So I'm going with passenger on one of
the buses that rolls through here.

And blunt-force trauma's
the cause of death.

That blow to the head,
all this blood --

he definitely died here,
no question.

I'm not seeing
what the k*ller used

to force
that blunt-force trauma.

And, uh, robbery definitely
wasn't a motive,

which leads us
to our big question.

What are we investigating a
Delray homicide on my day off?!

We're backing up a colleague,
Dr. Perez.

- Who?
- The medical examiner in Delray Beach?

FDLE closed
the Pompano substation.

Her office got
the overflow,

resulted in a few
administrative bobbles.

Bobbles?

As Chief Medical Examiner,

it's my job to conduct
administrative oversight

when a review is in order
due to concerns

regarding an M.E.'s
performance.

Oh, my God, Carlos.

I'm so embarrassed.

Don't be silly.

Administrative hiccups
happen all the time.

You're so sweet.

Hi, there.

Oh, hi --
this is, um,

Detective Longworth.

Jim.
Nice to meet you.

Sophie.
Nice to meet you.

So, what are we
looking at?

We got a male Caucasian,
mid 30s,

looks like
blunt-force trauma.

Riding on a bus
on a fake I.D.

Yeah, obviously
running from someone

and, uh, got caught.

Well, let's get him
up on the table

and see if we can
fill in some blanks.

Carlos must have told you
I was his student

in forensic pathology.

Everything I learned

I practically learned
at his feet.

At his feet, huh?

Thanks
for helping out.

Yeah, sure.
No problem.

Anything
for a colleague.

♪ The Glades 2x05 ♪
Dirty Little Secrets
Original Air Date on July 10, 2011

♪

Honey! I missed you
so much.

Thanks.

"Mom,
I missed you, too."

Thanks.

Hey, leave those.
I'll wash them.

Dad washed them
before I left.

Okay.

I'm confused.

I thought you said
on the phone

that you and your dad
were having a good time.

Oh, we had
a great time.

Not that you care.

That's not true.

Now I can't see dad
for three months.

Honey, that's not me.
That's Witness Protection.

Yeah, mom.

It's you.

Okay.

Records and identity
got a hit

on your victim's
fingerprints.

His name is David Zale,
38, financial planner.

Was arrested in '07
for embezzling from his clients.

- Oh, his clients got to like that.
- Yeah.

Hey.
Mm-hmm?

Have you met
Carlos' colleague?

Our colleague?

And, yeah, I know Dr. Perez.
She's great.

Just got caught a little flat-footed
with all the substation closures.

Huh, it says here Zale did four
and a half years at Raiford,

got out six months ago.

His poor, overworked
parole officer

doesn't have an address
or a former.

Luckily we have poor,
overworked Daniel

who's about to tell us what he's
learned about Zale's last-known.

Sorry. No address,
unfortunately.

And Zale's cell was used
mostly to call one number.

He called it
twice a day --

8:00 in the morning,
10:00 at night,

talked less than
a minute.

I'm having the number
tracked down now,

but, of course,
I tried to call it.

It just kept ringing,
and there's no voicemail.

Well, we did find
the bus that Zale was on.

He had a one-way ticket

to Maggie Valley,
North Carolina.

The luggage is being
over-nighted to us as we speak.

Wh-- as -- us,
as in --

as in Carlos
needs to supervise

and we need to get
Dr. Perez back in the saddle.

Anything we can do to help
is the goal here, people.

Speaking of,
have you...seen Dr. Perez?

Yeah.

And I think I may have a way
to find out Zale's address.

The victim's blood screen
came back clean.

No alcohol or drugs.

- Which the tox screen confirms.
- Mm-hmm.

How's Marisol
and the girls?

Good.
Everyone's good.

The girls must be getting
so big by now.

Anyway, um,
blood screen came back clean,

and, um --
I've already said that.

Carlos, I'm sorry
if this is a little awkward.

Sorry if what's awkward?

Oh, uh, nothing.

Uh, Daniel track down

an address
or who Zale was calling?

His sobriety chip
might help.

"Powerless till noon."
Ooh, and look --

an address.
Hmm.

Zale only called one number,
but he called it twice a day.

I'm thinking
like a sponsor.

Uh, hey, Carlos,

did you invite Sophie
to your daughter's quinceañera?

Oh, my God.
Addy's turning 15?

Uh, yes, she is.

And, no, I haven't.
But I was just about to.

I'd love to go.

No, what I said was,
"As a wing man, you suck."

Not that I need a wing man or you
trying to make something out of nothing.

I didn't say
there was anything going on.

I just said you two looked like you
might have been cozy back in the day.

There was no cozy.

I was married
to Marisol.

Addy was 7.
Stephie was 4.

And their baby sister
was just born.

We were just friends,
no cozy.

Got it.

No cozy.

David Zale m*rder*d?

My God.
What -- what happened?

Well, we were hoping

you could help us with that,
Dr. Sloan.

You were, uh, David Zale's
sponsor in sobriety?

Employer, too.

In addition
to running these meetings,

I -- I run a rehab center,
Higher Roads.

Higher Roads?

No, I'm sorry.

But calling Higher Roads
a rehab center

is like calling
the Mayo a walk-in clinic.

What's the average stay there,
like 40 grand a month?

Where'd you meet
David Zale?

At this very meeting.

He'd just gotten
out of Raiford,

had good, solid sobriety,
needed work.

I hired him as
a peer counselor.

So, uh, as his sponsor, you were,
um, especially involved in his life.

Inasmuch as it
affected his sobriety.

Checked in
twice a day.

Did he drink? Did he use?
Did he want to?

- Kept it simple.
- Where did he live?

He had a-a small
studio apartment

just off the boulevard,
1250 Horizon East.

When he worked late,
he had a room at the rehab.

You have any idea
who would want to k*ll him?

No. I know he hurt
a lot of people

when he was using.

Where were you
last night?

In bed.
Mm-hmm.

I had back-to-back
radio interviews

starting at 5:00 a.m.
this morning.

- Oh, yeah?
- What about?

Teddy Vargas.

The video game guy?

He was a patient
at Higher Roads?

A real tragedy.

Earned his first billion
before he was 25,

then he O.D.s
on heroin.

So, not exactly
a success story.

I'm, uh, I'm sorry
to cut this short,

but I have a meeting.

I'm truly sorry
about David Zale.

Wow. You bust
a new level?

Listen, I was hoping
that we could talk --

Jeff, no!

I'm not talking
to you!

Okay, at least tell me
what the problem is.

The problem is
I want to live with dad.

- But we have a life here.
- What life?

Look, you work two jobs,
go to school,

we're broke
most of the time.

Honey, I'm trying to build
a better life for us.

What's so great
about here

that you won't
let us be a family again?!

I'm sorry, Jeff.
It's just -- it's not that simple.

That's your answer
to everything.

If the victim died
of blunt-force trauma,

the red cells
would be degraded.

Okay,
so what k*lled him?

Well, if I'm right...

This did.

It was hidden by the victim's
bloodied and matted hair --

a round, one-centimeter
puncture wound.

It would have transected
the cervical cord

and might have cut off oxygen
to the brain.

I'm thinking ice pick,
Phillips-head screwdriver maybe.

Great timing.

Sophie just identified
this transection wound

as the actual
cause of death.

It's called pithing.

What happened to
blunt-force trauma?

Well, the stabbing could have sent
the victim into a rage spike.

He might have attacked
his k*ller.

Then the k*ller

had to beat him off
in self-defense.

Detective?

Court transcripts from
the case against David Zale.

He burned
a lot of people.

But the thing is,

there was a class-action lawsuit
against him.

Any income or money
he earned or came into

would go directly
to his former clients.

You can't get paid
if the guy you're suing is dead.

Also, David Zale didn't live at that
apartment you got from Dr. Sloan.

Basically, between the lawsuit
and court-ordered restitution,

David Zale was broke.

Then how did he afford
a place like Higher Roads?

Dr. Sloan: I didn't lie
to you, detective. I told you.

David had a room here
on nights when he worked late.

Right. Right after you told me
about that specific address

which turned out
to be a lie.

That was the address
he gave me.

Anyway, this was
his room here.

High-end, high-security
facility,

and no one noticed
that he got

while the getting
was good?

He wasn't a patient.

I'm sure he had
a good reason.

Yeah, someone was
trying to k*ll him.

Not here,
they weren't.

I need to get somebody
out here, do an inventory.

There you are, Zale,
you son of a b*tch!

I warned you.
I warned you!

You son of a b*tch!

You're dead, Zale!
You're dead!

That's Conner Burris,

former tennis pro
turned coach

of the most successful
pro-tennis camp in the country?

Hope his students have better
eyesight than he does.

The man's confused.
He's still in detox.

He knows
you're not Zale.

Look, I'm no expert,
but clearly he's using.

I'm guessing
he snuck out last night,

he scored,
and then k*lled Zale.

That's ridiculous.

Conner Burris is here
by court order.

And the safety and treatment
of our patients is job one.

Oh, okay. So you don't mind
submitting to a blood test

so we can test it against
the blood we found in his room?

I can assure you,
detective,

I had nothing to do
with his m*rder.

Oh, you assure me?

Oh, that makes my job
a lot easier.

Fine. I have an office
with a private bath.

You can take
my blood there.

As the director of one of the leading
addiction rehabilitation centers

in the country,

you could afford me
that small courtesy?

Blood spatter on the
drape looks like throw-off,

probably from an altercation
Zale had with someone.

We'll rush
these samples through,

find out quickly
who that might be.

How's she doing?

I got to tell you,

that pithing cause of death
she discovered,

that was a once-in-a-career
catch.

I should be
doing so well.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to take a swing at you.

What was your beef
with Zale?

Other than being
a smug b*stard

who wouldn't know an addiction
if it bit him in the a*s,

nothing.

You're saying he didn't have
a drug and alcohol problem?

He certainly acted
like he had a problem,

but I -- I think he was just
acting like he had a problem

so he could act like he'd
overcome one, you know?

Well, I like a good time
just as much as the next guy,

but if I'd pushed
my 12-year-old tennis prodigy

to the brink
of physical exhaustion

resulting in her collapsing dead
on court of a heart attack,

I'd want to crawl inside a bottle
and never come out, too.

Nina had a condition.

I didn't know about it.
No one knew about it --

not her parents,
not that quack doctor of hers

back in the Ukraine.

I'd do anything
to trade places with her.

Well, three months later,
you got your chance.

Drove your Range Rover
right into a tree.

Yeah,
I wanted to die.

But you're worth
far more alive

to your business partners,

your two ex-wives,
your attorney.

You know,
between your career

and the career of all those
hundreds of pro-tennis hopefuls,

your tennis camp's
worth millions.

Which is probably why, uh,

after three D.U.I.s,
two probation violations,

you're still able to smack that
SUV right into a tree.

You know, wild guess --

no criminal charges,
you go to rehab.

Wilder guess --

you got
some high-priced attorney

keeping you out of prison
so you can pay his retainer.

Waller.
Andrew Waller.

That's a name.

Criminal defense attorney
to the rich and obnoxious.

Sounds to me like Zale was
either lying about his addiction

or shilling for Dr. Sloan.
Hmm.

What else do we have on
this attorney, Andrew Waller?

We know Waller represented
a lot of people

who ended up in Higher Roads
instead of prison,

including Teddy Vargas.

There's a reason
to drag him in.

Uh, that's
a reason to ask.

Waller's not connected
to David Zale.

His cooperation would
have to be voluntary.

David Zale's luggage.
I'm gonna go through it now.

Great. So call me if you find
anything interesting,

like a connection
between our victim, David Zale,

and Andrew Waller.

Daniel, just stop.

Really

So that puts Ida next to Rosario
and her cousin,

but at the same table
as Cece,

and they do not like each other.
What do you think?

Marisol, I think I don't care
where Ida sits, baby.

She's your sister's husband's
baby sister.

I want her to feel
a part of the family.

Turn around.

All the way.

You're a great, big
pain in my a*s, mister.

But you're still the
best-looking man I've ever seen.

Gracias, Pedro.

Can you believe
our baby's turning 15?

Marisol, you know
I can't get like this at work.

And, no...

I can't.

Mm.

Sorry to interrupt.

Hi.

Um, I found a hair
on the victim's shirt.

I put it under glass,

but it wasn't
a match for Zale's.

Could be
the k*ller's.

Did it have a follicle
for DNA testing?

No, but I'm gonna
run a blood grouping

and see if it matches
the blood that we found

in Zale's room.

Good.
And good catch.

Thanks.

And we'll see you
on Saturday?

Wouldn't miss it
for the world.

And bring a date?

Um, I'm not
seeing anyone, so...

See you Saturday.

I'm glad
you invited her.

You've been
a big help to her,

and she really needs
the support right now.

Okay, now the shoes.

That's Zale's luggage?

You look
disappointed.

Oh.

Yeah, yeah,
a little, maybe.

No smoking g*n.

Just your basic clothes,
undies.

He had a fake driver's license.
What about a passport?

Haven't found one.

Well, is there
a passport pocket?

Sometimes that
high-end luggage

has a hidden compartment
for those things.

Oh. No,
I didn't see one.

Here you go.

David Zale had a meeting
with Andrew Waller.

Smoking g*n.

David Zale was scheduled
to meet with Andrew Waller?

So they're connected
after all.

Yeah,
once we hit on that,

we went back
and found out that

Andrew Waller
represented David Zale

in an extortion case.

Well, not very well
if he did four years.

Yeah. Their meeting
was scheduled for 8:30

the night
Zale was m*rder*d.

But, you know,
I called his office,

and they didn't know
anything about it

or where he's been
for the last two days.

Davito's Pizza.

Here you go.

Wait, so,
Waller's missing?

Yeah, he's been a no-show
for three cases --

three very important
clients.

Oh, and not to mention
the fact

that this guy
has been in a protracted battle

with the county to build
his 8,000-square-foot house

on the bay.

He finally gets approval,

and he's not gonna show up
for the ground-breaking?

That's definitely
suspicious.

Let me know
if you find anything.

Hey, you gonna be okay
here by yourself

if I have to do
an errand?

- Sure. I got homework, so...
- Great.

Oh, and, Jim?
Yeah?

Thanks for letting me
hang here

while I deal with my mom
and her stuff.

Hey, the last thing I want

is you and your mom
mad at each other.

I mean, I know
she's just trying

to make everything
better for us.

I guess I just
don't understand

why we can't
all be together

when my dad's proved to her
that he's changed.

Well, I'm sure
she's got her reasons.

Dig in while it's hot.

Hey.
You got a few minutes?

Can you meet me somewhere?

Okay,
why am I here exactly?

Uh, two reasons.

Firstly, uh,
I talked to Jeff.

He's gonna be fine.

Okay. Good.
I mean --

but it would
certainly help him

if he knew exactly what
you and Ray were thinking of.

What we're thinking?

Yeah. You know,
the divorce?

Otherwise, he's always gonna want
you guys to live together.

Wow. One conversation, you're
already a better parent than me.

No, that's not
what I'm saying.

For your information, that's a
conversation that two parents have

with their children
together,

which is kind of
hard to do

when Ray's in
Witness Protection.

Well...

When, where, or even if

you guys decide to have
that conversation,

that's up to you guys.

But I'm telling you,

Jeff's always gonna be
angry at you until you do.

Not that
there's any big rush,

I mean, because you still have
your girlfriend here

from Chicago, right?

Okay, well,
I've got to get to work.

You are at work.

Really?
This is a crime scene?

You need
a forensic nurse?

I'm thinking I do.

What are you
talking about?

Yeah.

It's a lawyer.
Andrew Waller.

He didn't turn up for three
court appearances this week.

Really big clients.

This is where

he was going to build
his dream house.

Yep. That's him.

Daniel. Yeah, we
got a new victim.

Andrew Waller.

Yeah. That Andrew Waller.

Dig up the usual --

phone records, credit-card
receipts, bank statements.

Yeah. Thanks.

All right,
well, there seems to be

enough cops here now,
so I'm gonna take off.

Oh, no, well, four heads
are better than one, right?

And besides, you stay,
you get paid.

I'm not broke!

All right,
I'm not that broke.

And one of those cops

is Carlos' medical examiner
friend.

Yeah, about that.

Okay, wait, wait,
wait a minute.

Jeff won't admit it,

but he does better

when there's rules
and boundaries in place.

It makes him feel loved
and cared for.

And, Jim,
the last thing I want

is for my son to think that
I'm not telling him the truth.

So I'll talk to Ray, you know,
wherever he is,

and see how
he wants to handle it.

Okay.

Hey.
Nice set of tools.

What the hell
does that thing do?

Um, why don't we give Dr. Perez
a little space to do her work?

Oh, see, I was gonna
suggest we gave Callie

a chance to observe her
doing her work.

After all, it is Callie's
first double homicide.

Yeah, until Dr. Perez
determines the cause of death,

it's just a case
with two murders.

Yeah, one suspect in the m*rder
of one victim equals...

A double homicide.

Actually, Sophie,

why don't we let
Carlos and Callie

take the body
back to the lab

and you and I get cozy
with some suspects?

Are you taking anyone
to this, um --

- Quinceañera?
- Yep.

No. I'm not seeing anyone,
so I'm going solo.

Yeah.
Me too.

Kind of unofficially
unattached at the moment.

Yeah, I was seeing someone,
but it ended.

Kind of badly.

Hey. It happens to
the best of us.

You've already
got my blood, detective.

Are you back
for a pound of flesh?

We found a hair
on the first victim,

minus the, uh,
all-important follicle

to determine DNA,
so...

Well, I'm sorry. You're gonna
need a court order for that.

Really? I brought a certified
medical examiner and everything.

To start plucking hairs
from my head?!

Yeah.
I'm sorry.

My attorney has explained
that I have to adhere

to the rules and procedures,
uh, for this sort of thing.

Which attorney is that?

It's not Andrew Waller.
He's dead.

What?

Yeah, oh, and, uh,

two of your patients,

David Zale
and Conner Burris,

they were both clients
of his.

Now two out of three
are dead.

Well, that is
an unfortunate coincidence

that -- that has nothing
to do with me.

Are you sure?

'Cause both those clients

were referred to you
by Andrew Waller.

You know what would clear
this whole thing up

is a complete list
of your clients

and their medical
and psychological evaluations.

That's privileged information.

Kind of like your hair,
huh?

I guess my dad was right
when he said

that after 40, every hair,
even the gray ones,

are worth fighting for.

I am gonna need
that list, though.

Well, I'm afraid
I can't give you one.

Oh.
No, no, no.

I didn't mean
the list from you.

No, court-appointed,
uh, rehabilitation

is a matter
of public record,

so I'll just help myself
to that.

Come on.
Last chance on the hair.

Pass.

I got to say
that was impressive.

Technically,
I didn't get anything,

but we can use Sloan's
refusal to cooperate

to get a judge to look favorably
on a warrant.

Dr. Perez?

Hey, um, Dr. Sanchez
told me

to tell you
when you got here

that Andrew Waller
is in autopsy --

prepped and ready for you.

Oh,
I better get on that.

Carlos is gonna need

the autopsy report
and those photos asap.

Thanks again, detective.

Carlos was right.

He has
a really good team.

So what do you got,
Daniel?

This was found
in Zale's room.

It's a Gurkha, the most
expensive cigar in the world.

And it's only sold
in two stores in Miami.

Zale bought three every week
with cash, at $750 a pop.

So the question is,
where did the money come from?

And where was he
hiding it?

What else
you got on Waller?

Well, no question Waller
was loaded.

He also had an offshore account
worth $5 million

at Bermuda Island
Savings.

Okay, so we've got Waller
and David Zale --

both dead, both hiding money,
both with ties to Higher Roads.

David Zale had more access
to all those rich addicts

with their
dirty little secrets.

So you're thinking?
I'm thinking blackmail...

Which we need to confirm,
so keep following the money.

The question now is,
was Sloan in on it

or was he
being blackmailed himself?

We haven't found any
incriminating photos or tapes

in either Sloan's
or Zale's possessions.

That just means we haven't
looked hard enough.

Ay, dios mio.

Carlos, I'm sorry.
I don't know how I missed it.

I could see it clear as day
in the autopsy photo.

This is probably
the k*ller's hair,

inside the puncture wound, made with the
same type of weapon that k*lled Zale --

evidence that came this close
to going up in smoke.

- What the hell is going on with you?
- Carlos--

It's mistakes like this that
let K*llers go free, Sophie.

And sloppy work like this
is why you're under review.

Now, you're better
than this.

I taught you better.

You know what, Carlos?
You're right.

I am better than this.

And I don't know
what's happening with me.

I could blame it
on the substation closures

or the
impossibly long hours,

but that wouldn't be it.

It's what makes all the long
hours and hard work worthwhile.

Someone to share it with.

I want to have
what you have.

I want to share my life
with someone.

I thought I had
what you have.

But I was wrong.

Sophie, I was married.

I am married
to a woman I love...

Who is the mother
of my children.

So what were we?

What was I waiting for?

For me to realize what
a huge mistake I was making.

And even though
we never crossed the line,

it's a mistake that I beat
myself up for every day.

Listen, what I did to you
was wrong.

I led you on.

Because that's what men

who are terrified that life
is passing them by do.

They want to feel
something again,

even if it's not real.

And I'm sorry.

Listen...

We caught this in time.

If the hair you found
on Zale

matches the hair
in Waller's wound,

that means that the same k*ller
k*lled both victims.

- I'll take care of this.
- Carlos.

Say you called me
in the middle of the night

and you told me
you found it.

I mean, no harm,
no foul, right?

I was up all night trying to
find evidence of blackmail,

by either David Zale
or Dr. Sloan --

no direct hits, but followed
the money like you asked.

Learned that, once a week,

Andrew Waller flew to Bermuda,
played 18 holes,

then flew back,
each time declaring $9,999.

One dollar under
the legal limit.
Yep.

Were you able to track
who was making deposits

into the Bermuda Island
Savings account?

Uh, no,
that they wouldn't tell me.

Well, sounds like
that's how Zale was being paid

for his end in this
little blackmailing scheme.

He was targeting
Dr. Sloan's patients.

Speaking of which,
any evidence as to

what made these patients
vulnerable to blackmail?

- Nothing of public record.
- What about Teddy Vargas?

Did you get a police report
on his "unattended death"?

His O.D., yeah,
what there was of it.

I left it
in your office.

What do we know about
Teddy Vargas' death?

He overdosed.
He was an addict. Why?

Well, because if it was
an accidental overdose,

that's just...unfortunate.

But if it was
an intentional suicide,

well, that would prove
he was being blackmailed, right?

What does
the autopsy say?

Well, I don't know.
It's not here.

Report says the investigation
was conducted out of Pompano.

That's the substation they had
consolidated into Sophie's office.

I'll call Sophie.

I'm sure she knows
exactly where

the autopsy report
on Teddy Vargas is.

I thought I might
find you here.

Are you all right?

I got your messages.

Why didn't you
call me?

Because that autopsy report on
Teddy Vargas that you asked for...

I never did it.

Our office was swamped
after we merged with Pompano,

and overdoses and accidental
deaths just weren't a priority.

And I didn't
want to tell you

because I figured that
I had disappointed you enough

for one investigation.

Sophie...

We're all overworked.

I'm not making excuses.

I'm not trying to,
anyway.

It's just that lately

I just don't care
about anything anymore.

Listen, I'm sorry.

But you can't let yourself
go down that path.

I'm sorry
about the autopsy.

You know how many
accidental deaths

I've got piled up
on my desk?

I know how to take care
of this.

Daniel.

What do you got?

Daniel tracked down
the Pompano M.E.'s report

and evidence collected
on Teddy Vargas.

They sent over
preliminary bloodwork,

along with a box
containing everything

Vargas had
on his person.

Wait, this says Teddy Vargas
had a c*ck

of prescription drugs
in his system.

Diazepam for anxiety,
Temazepam for insomnia.

But in quantities big enough
for those readings?

That wasn't
an accidental overdose.

That was a suicide.

A 25-year-old billionaire
commits suicide,

now, that's
just depressing.

And if I had to guess,
I'd say this is why --

I found this USB stick

in the box of stuff
they sent over.

It was in the pocket of the jeans he
was wearing when they found him.

It's from Teddy Vargas'
last session with Dr. Sloan.

Dr. Sloan: So you knew it was
wrong, but you did it anyway?

I knew it, man.

I was screwing over
my best friend.

It was his idea for my top-selling
game, and I stole it from him.

Made a billion dollars,
and he hangs himself?!

I don't deserve
the money.

I don't deserve to live!

Whoever
was blackmailing Vargas

must have sent him
this USB stick

as a reminder what was at stake
if he didn't pay up.

- Sloan was obviously in on it.
- Maybe.

Did DNA from the hair match

either of the blood samples
from Conner Burris or Sloan?

Not yet -- whoever it was
dyed their hair,

so the first test
was inconclusive.

Daniel, get Manus to execute
a warrant for Higher Roads.

I want to see
if Conner Burris

has one of these USB sticks
and was also being blackmailed.

On it.

Carlos, you want to call
Sophie from the car?

- Get a rush on that test?
- Sure. Where we going?

Not every day both
our prime suspects

are under one roof.

Let's hope our double homicide
hasn't turned into a triple.

Well, it's definitely
not a homicide.

Burris was found
with both wrists slit.

Unconscious but they
found him just in time.

Yeah, but is it guilt

over the death
of his young tennis star

or because he
k*lled his blackmailers?

Whatever's behind Connor
Burris's attempt on his life--

It's not my priority,
detective.

Clearly it was
a cry for help.

Oh. I'm sorry,
can I help you find something?

Just checking your angles.

Well, I have to
get to the hospital.

My patient needs me.

Yeah, I think you've helped Conner
Burris enough for one lifetime.

You don't understand.
Conner is a very sick man.

"You're only as sick
as your secrets."

That's what
you people say, right?

Well,
we found your secret.

You can't move on unless you
admit what you did to Nina.

Say it, Conner.

You got to be honest
with yourself.

Say you k*lled her.

I knew she had
a heart condition.

Her doctor told me,
but I-I wanted her to win.

So I pushed her anyway,
and that's...what k*lled her.

I k*lled her.

Okay.
I k*lled Nina.

Once we found
Teddy Vargas' tape,

where you basically
pushed him

to confess
all his dirty secrets,

well, then,
we dug a little deeper.

We found this
in Burris' room.

This isn't
my taped session.

I only use audio,
not video.

Well,
that's convenient.

And maybe you
didn't tape your session,

but David Zale did --

from here,
this is where David Zale

must have had
a hidden camera.

Which you obviously found
and removed.

Yeah, used to be
a clock here.

This is where
the lens was, I'm guessing.

You can hear the ticktock
of the seconds

the whole way through
the recording.

You can also hear the ticking
on the USB flash drive recording

that we found
in Teddy Vargas' things.

Zale was blackmailing your patients.

They were paying him to keep
their dirty little secrets.

Well, that's disturbing
and unfortunate,

but I can assure you I had
no idea what Zale was doing.

Until Zale
started blackmailing you.

You know, he probably sent you
a USB stick with a recording on it,

same thing he did
with Vargas and Burris.

That's when you realized
he had a camera in your office.

You found it the same way I
did -- by looking at the angle.

You tried to remove it, but
by that time, it was too late.

Zale had already threatened
to discredit Higher Roads,

ruin your reputation.

So you k*lled Zale.

You can't prove that.

Oh, I'm hoping I can.

My colleague, Dr. Perez,

just confirmed the dyed hairs
we found on both Zale and Waller

match the DNA from your blood,
Dr. Sloan.

What?

Look at that --
a USB stick.

You were also
being blackmailed.

- That's why you k*lled Zale and Waller.
- N-no, wait -- wait.

I admit
I-I was being blackmailed.

But I never k*lled anybody.

My hair could've worked
its way to Zale's clothes,

but I rarely saw Waller.
You see?

Y-you can't arrest me because
of a couple of dyed hairs!

I'm being completely
set up!

Uh, if you are,

I can assure you someone's
doing a damn good job of it.

After his conviction, David Zale was
banned from the FTC for life.

He re-invented himself,

pretended to be an addict so he could
blackmail the patients of Higher Roads.

Keeping his money
in an offshore account

'cause anything of value
could be confiscated

by court-ordered restitution
or the class-action lawsuit.

Yeah.

Good job.

You solved a double,
Sophie got her "W."

And thank you.

She, uh...
She really needed this.

Yeah, sure.

You really don't know how
to tie a tie?

I would have thought your mom
would have made sure you knew that.

Yeah, right.

Really? I thought
we were past that.

You know, I only met
your dad that once,

but I'm pretty sure he'd want
you to give your mom a break.

Whatever.

No.

Not whatever, Jeff.

Your mom works her a*s off to
make sure you have a good life.

She's the one who was here,
day in, day out.

Now, you may not like
or agree with her decisions,

but you will
respect them.

Are we clear?

Yeah.

Good man.

Check out
you two hotties.

Hey.
Thanks for coming around.

I wasn't sure
with the case and everything

I'd be able
to get in there in time.

No problem.
Congratulations on the double,

by the way.
Thank you.

Oh, Jeff, Sam.
Sam, Jeff.

Hi.

This might be
forbidden territory,

but do you mind if I
try and tame that cowlick?

Oh. Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Actually, I have to do something
just before the party.

Can I meet you guys there?

Yeah, no problem.

Hey, thanks for coming.
No problem.

I didn't want to bother Carlos
on his big day.

Uh, did you bring
your tools?

- As always.
- Perfect.

Excellent.

What are you doing?

You said the m*rder weapon
was a sharp instrument

like a -- like an ice pick
or a screwdriver

or this --

surgical awl.

This is what you used
to k*ll David Zale.

What?

Are you insane?

Well, okay, first disable
and then k*ll him.

You know, give him a good crack
over the back of head,

allowing you to perpetrate
and then hiding all that blood,

the real cause of death --
pithing.

And so you could find it
in front of Carlos --

a "career catch"
I think he called it.

That's crazy.

Because you had already
done the same

with Andrew Waller,

only in a fit
of passion.

Because...

You were in love
with Andrew Waller,

as this blackmail tape
clearly proves.

Why do you think
I keep sending

my clients your way,
you dumbass?

Dr. Sloan: If those tapes
ever get out, I'm ruined.

I had no idea you were
manipulating medical records.

There's way too much
exposure here, Waller.

You know what?
Relax.

My girl in the medical
examiner's office

is in my hip pocket.

She thinks I'm in love
with her.

She'll keep
her mouth shut,

and she'll do anything
that I tell her to do.

Waller was the relationship
that ended badly, wasn't it?

The reason you've been
so distracted at work.

Andrew said he loved me,
that he needed me,

that he needed my help,

so I changed
an autopsy report

to help him keep a client
out of jail.

'Cause I wanted to help.

Then he asked me again...
And again.

And that's what you've been
doing all along, isn't it?

Using your job...

Your office...

My friend...

To manipulate
forensics.

Like intentionally not finishing
Teddy Vargas' autopsy.

Zale threatened to expose me
if I didn't give him $10,000.

He said he needed it
for his escape.

So I agreed to meet him.

But I knew it wasn't
gonna end there.

Once you knew Sloan
was a suspect,

you knew you could pin
both murders on him...

Especially after you took blood
in his private office.

You saw that hairbrush.

So all you had to do
was put a hair on Zale

and then another hair
on Waller

so Carlos could find it,
I'm guessing,

to really seal
the deal.

And it was
never gonna stop.

He was gonna ruin me.

I couldn't say no.

So you k*lled Waller
out of passion.

You k*lled Zale
to cover it up.

You don't understand.

I didn't want to
k*ll Andrew.

I loved him.

But he was using me.
He was leading me on.

Yeah. We all know
how you hate that.

Okay. Okay.

Wow.

Yeah.

Did not see
that one coming.

Are you
gonna tell Carlos?

So...

Did, uh...

Did you come alone,
or --

oh.
That's a date.

Yeah, let's go.

Jim!

Hey.

Hey.

Wow.

Uh, look at you.

Yeah, thanks.
You, too.

Oh, thank you.

Yeah, they got me in a tie.

Am I keeping you
from anyone?

Oh, what?
No.

No, just, uh,
mingling.

You mingling?

That I'd like to see.

Thanks for talking
to Jeff.

He's in a
completely different place.

That is --

sure.

No problem.

Hey.
What's up?

Hey,
what's up with you?

Uh, what's with the backpack?
You going somewhere?

We are going home.

Oh.

Decided you don't hate
the old witch after all, huh?

Yeah, but she wants
a dance first.

Okay.

So here you go.

Thanks.

Ready? Ready?
Ready.

Bah!

Hey!

Huh?

Hey,
have you seen Sophie?

Forget Sophie.

Please, go and dance
with your daughter.

Isn't she beautiful?

Oh, yeah.

Lucky man.