Saving Grace s02e03 Episode Script
A Little Hometown Love
- That ain't easy.
- Angels probably don't have any sebaceous glands.
Your skin's not sticky.
- How's your pouring, sucker? - Now that I can manage.
Learned the secret of a perfect draft from a pretty little beer-meister in Gelsenkirchen.
Do her proud.
[Slurps.]
- Looks like Leon could use a hand.
- [Groans.]
- Shithead's drunk.
- Well, you been drunk.
Detective Hanadarko.
- Get your hands off me, scumbag! - Oop! - [Grunting.]
- [Strains.]
Wa- Wait [Strains.]
Earl! - [Grace.]
That one right there.
- And he wouldn't let go of it? Or me.
Same dream every night this week.
Me and Earl shootin' the shit and Leon Cooley grabbin' at me.
- Leon Cooley needing your help.
- I gotta stop eatin' Mexican food.
- [Horn Honking In Distance.]
- You gotta go see Leon.
It's some kinda message from Earl.
[Woman Singing Rock On Speaker.]
We gonna tell the truth Call it back again [Continues.]
- What's your problem, Ed? - Just lookin' at your quarters.
Why are you lookin' at my quarters? That's Louie's tip.
Will you put 'em down? - Oh, Go- - [Squeals.]
Shit.
Zeke, Ed, we're havin' fun, dudes.
- Save it for the office.
- [Horn Honks.]
[Honking Continues In Distance.]
[Rhetta.]
Booked in some evidence last week.
Ed made me redo all my paperwork because - Anyone not counting the days till Ed Ligardi retires? - Thirty-eight.
- [Ham Laughs.]
I got a lecture on proper "sealage"- which isn't even a word.
- [Rhetta.]
You want any more chocolate? - Mmm.
Whoal [All Cheering, Laughing.]
- Who are smiling at, Hanadarko? - The most gorgeous man I've ever seen.
- [Ham.]
Oh, man.
Rafel - Oh-ho, yeah! [Both Laughing.]
Rafe, dude, what are you doin'here, man? You were shippin' out.
Shit! Holy shit.
You're here, man! Got my leave extended a couple days to come see my big brothers.
Um, does Nick know you're here? Oh, he's gonna shit, man.
He is gonna shit.
- [Rafe.]
Good to see you.
- [Ham.]
Oh, man.
- [Both Sigh.]
- Oh, shit.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Come here.
This is my baby brother, Second Lieutenant "Rafe" Dewey, United States Marine Corps.
- Hoo-rah! This is Rhetta, Butch- - What up? Bobby and Grace.
- And that's "first lieutenant.
" - Did you forge your name on somethin'? Automatic promotion- once you kill enough Al-Qaeda shitheads.
I can't wait to hear about that.
This is why you got the damn video camera.
Dude, how did you know I was here? Your partner helped me out.
- Ralph Dewey.
Nice to meet you in person.
- Same here.
[Ham.]
Yah! [Laughs.]
Ham- Ham, what are you doing? I got five minutes to thank you.
I gotta meet Nick and Rafe.
Then shut up.
[Ham Moans.]
Thank me lower.
Lower.
- Lower.
- Thank you.
[Laughs.]
- My hero.
[Laughing.]
- [Ham.]
Hmm.
[Grace.]
Oh.
Oh.
[Grace.]
Hoo-rah.
Oh.
Why do you call him "Rafe"? - I couldn't pronounce"Ralph" when I was little.
- [Laughs.]
['60s Rock On Speaker.]
She's got it - Yeah, baby, she's- - [Door Closes.]
[Mouthing Word.]
- [Giggles.]
- [Whispers.]
Oh, shit.
[Stifled Laugh.]
[Snorts, Giggles.]
- [Door Opens, Closes.]
- That was fast.
Since when you got somethin' against fast? Huh? Shit! Go! [Acoustic Guitar.]
[Man.]
So pretty and, oh, so bold Got a heart full of gold on a lonely road - She said, "I don't even think that God can save me" - Save me Am I gaining ground Am I losing face Have I lost and found my saving grace Thankful for the gift my angels gave me - [Shutter Clicks.]
- [Groans, Sniffles.]
Oh! - Anything? - We got a shitload of cops out there.
Killer either disappeared, or he's still inside.
Never thought I'd be afraid in a cop bar.
Two hours ago I said he was a horrible person.
You said he was a pain in the ass, and he was.
Give me a break.
You got a fresh cut on your hand.
I want to know how it got there.
Bobby, there was a delivery guy, mid-20s, Asian, brought in some beer.
- You seen him? - No.
Tell him about your fight? - What fight? - With Ed, over Louie's tip.
It wasn't a fight.
H-He was just being Ed- a pain in the ass.
Yeah, well, Zeke here was right outside the bathroom door when I came out.
- Almost ran into him.
- I had to go to the bathroom.
[Vehicle Horn Honking In Distance.]
[Honking.]
- Butch, you seen the delivery guy? - No.
Here's some blood.
Madison says he dropped his glass, cut his hand.
I heard something about you and Ham in a stall during the murder.
- Shit.
What did you hear? - You know.
You were servicing him.
- Servicing? Uh, I was putting air in his tires? Changing his oil? - [Honking.]
Would somebody please find out who's honking and tell 'em to cut it out? It's Ed's wife waitin' for him to drive her home.
[Honking.]
[Honking.]
[Honking.]
Mrs.
Ligardi.
[Honking.]
I'm Detective Hanadarko.
I need to speak to you about Ed.
[Locks Click.]
Seven chapters- could be a record.
Waiting for Ed.
- Never a dull moment in this one.
You like romance? - Much as the next girl.
Ed thinks it's stupid.
[Honking.]
Mrs.
Ligardi, Ed's not coming out.
I'm sorry.
Your husband's dead.
He's been murdered inside.
- He died instantly.
We don't know what happened.
- [No Audible Dialogue.]
But we're not going to do anything else, none of us-we're not gonna sleep- until we find out.
You should sleep.
And you should eat well too.
Is there someone you'd like me to call, relatives, anybody? No.
I think I'd like to go home.
I'll get someone to drive you.
[Door Opens.]
Murder was at 11:03.
I was at the front door.
Got about three minutes of Rafe leaving then I took a couple of swings past the bar.
Bathroom's in the background, but it's blurry.
I'll get Tech to take a look.
Maybe they'll see somethin'.
Anyone say anything to you about a guy with dark hair, brown shirt? Yeah, Dickie and Cooke.
Didn't see his face.
- Is he on the tape? - Not sure yet.
- So what's our story? - We were setting up a practical joke: - Chocolate on the back of the toilet seat.
- [Door Opens.]
[Together.]
Oh, shit.
Civilian employee of the police department gets murdered in the men's room of a cop bar while said bar is literally full of the aforementioned cops and- oh, wait for it now- two of OCPD's finest are actually gettin' it on in the stall five feet away while the deceased is getting his throat slit.
- Did I miss anything? - See, we were in- No.
No.
That was rhetorical.
What happened after you found the body? The back door was locked, the alarm was set.
I went to the front door and locked it.
- Could the killer have gotten out the front? - [Grace.]
Yeah.
He had about a minute.
Do we have any suspects, any leads- anybody other than everyone who hated Ed? We got places to start.
Look, Captain, we went in the bathroom to set up a practical joke.
Someone came in, so we waited.
Thought he was takin'a piss.
[Laughs.]
You and I worked the streets together for two years, Grace.
You think I don't know your bullshit? This is a problem- a problem I don't need.
Now solve this thing, get yourselves in check, and I might- might not throw both of your asses off my squad.
- Shit, she's pissed.
- We pulled her away from a date.
Listen, I'm sorry.
This is my fault.
You got nothin' to be sorry about.
We didn't do anything wrong.
We were off duty.
We weren't even drunk.
- So you're cool with it? - No, I am not cool, man! Ed was murdered five feet from us.
How is that cool? [Door Opens, Closes.]
Ham and I weren't screwing in the bathroom.
I wasn't giving him a blow job.
- We were settin' up a joke.
- [Butch.]
Doesn't matter.
What matters is findin' out who killed one of our own in our own house.
Brought you this to make you feel more at home.
[Grace.]
Delivery guy's Melvin Wu.
No record.
He had six deliveries to make after Louie's.
Never made 'em.
- None of'em? Shit.
- Last contact was 10:23.
Called when he got to Louie's.
Never gone AWOL before.
Company's worried about him.
- [Grace.]
What about Madison? - I got three people saw him cut himself on broken glass.
Uh, Henry said that the murder weapon was straight edged.
Bobby, you take Melvin Wu.
I already put out a BOLO on him.
Check with his family.
He's got a brother doin' time.
- Zeke.
- I got Zeke, all right? Word is Ed was gonna fire him, and Zeke knew it.
What about brown shirt? We got four people who saw this guy.
- Nobody got a good look at his face.
- Any of you see him? How could some guy we don't know be in our bar and we don't see him? - He's a ghost.
- Kill was silent, fast.
He's gone in the night.
- Gotta be a pro.
- A pro's not gonna take a chance in a cop bar.
Maybe a message.
Is it about one of Ed's cases? Someone's got a trial coming up, wants their evidence compromised.
Why not kill the witness, the cop who busted you, the D.
A? Why kill the guy who files your evidence? I mean, half the time, they don't even testify, man.
It's stipulated.
If Ed was as well-loved outside of work as inside it could've been a hired hit by a neighbor.
Hi, Mrs.
Ligardi.
- Did you sleep? - I'm okay.
How you doin'? Ed loved ocean sounds.
- [Surf Crashing On Speaker.]
- He was a great guy.
- [Seagull Squawking.]
- Nobody liked him.
Did you like him? - I respected his work ethic.
- [Surf Continues.]
He liked you.
You bought a round of drinks once, and you included him.
Ed ever mention anything, anyone? He didn't like Rhetta Rodriguez.
- Why not? - Said she was snippy.
[Surf Crashing, Seagulls Squawking Continue.]
A goddess on a mountaintop Was burnin' like a silver flame The summit of beauty and love [Voice Breaking, Sobs.]
And Venus was her name She's got it Yeah, baby, she's got it [Together.]
Well, I'm your Venus I'm your fire at your desire Well, I'm your Venus I'm your fire at your desire [Police Radio Chatter.]
- Hey.
- He talks.
Is that Muddy Waters? You used to play guitar, right? You like the blues? - They got guitars in here, ain't they? - So what? So why don't you pick one up and play it? Might make you feel better.
- You just gonna lay there till they kill ya? - Maybe.
- [Door Buzzes, Slams.]
- You ain't been outside in a month.
I go outside, feel the sun- just makes it harder comin'back in here.
Ain't prayed in a while either.
Where's your prayer mat? I traded it for some smokes.
- So you're givin' up? - Yeah.
Yeah, I'm givin' up.
- All appeals denied.
- Well, I ain't talkin'about your execution.
I'm talkin' about your spirit, your soul.
- How you been sleepin' lately? - Why? I have weird dreams about that cop, Hanadarko.
- [Mouths Word.]
- You puttin' her in my head again? [Laughing.]
[Continues Laughing.]
Ed slept in a nightshirt.
You see his apartment? What was it like? Had a hamster named Roland, collected Civil War shit.
He and Gretchen did reenactments on the weekend.
- Every person on his block hated him.
- He was still one of us.
Yeah.
You got me somethin'? Leon Cooley's fingerprints were on the bar stool at Louie's.
Rhetta, you got somethin' on Ed? Did you hear what I said? It wasn't a dream, Grace.
Leon Cooley was there.
He's on death row behind bars but his fingerprints are on that bar stool- exactly where you said.
Unless he killed Ed, I don't give a shit.
You have anything on Ed or not? Ham's fingerprints are on the inside doorknob of the bathroom.
Thanks.
[Door Slams.]
- [Footsteps Approaching.]
- Perfect timing.
Just talked to Butch.
We're still lookin' for Melvin Wu.
[No Audio.]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- [Remote Clicks.]
- Whoa, check this out.
- [Clicks.]
[Grace.]
There's our ghost.
- And here's our mummy.
- [No Audio.]
Defense attorney's gonna fry your ass.
[Remote Clicks.]
I.
A.
, my office, 3:00.
Go home and shower, change your clothes, eat somethin', say a prayer.
[Door Opens.]
[Door Closes.]
[Laughing.]
[Laughing.]
Oh, God.
- [Continues Laughing.]
- [Titters, Sighs.]
[Both Resume Laughing.]
[Feet Stamping.]
[Laughter Dying Down.]
- [Ham Sighs.]
- [Grace.]
Oh.
Oh- Ah, we are so screwed.
- Ow.
- Don't have time today, Earl.
I know.
I know this one's important to you.
Well, they're all important to you.
You got a great big heart, Grace.
- What are you wearin'? - Oh.
[Laughing.]
- How long it been since you slept? - Why? You waitin' for me to fall asleep so you can screw with my dreams? You know, there was this Pharaoh, Amenemhet.
Wanted to ignore his dreams too.
ButJoseph stepped in, made him pay attention and the entire nation of Egypt was saved from famine.
- [Mouth Full.]
No famine in O.
K.
City.
- Yeah.
Not yet.
You tryin' to tell me you ain't the least bit curious about Leon why God brought the two of you together? - Nah, I got to take a shower.
- Chocolate on the toilet seat, huh? You like that? - You mean, other than the fact it was a lie? - Yeah, other than that.
I prefer tapioca puddin' myself.
Watch 'em really get upset.
[Laughing.]
Dude, that's, like, a dozen eggs.
Come on, man.
- Eat somethin'.
Eat.
- Oh, it's gonna be rough goin' back to M.
R.
E.
's.
Uh.
- I sent you more crap than you can eat in a month, marine.
- [Chuckles.]
- Two hours and 51 minutes, cop- - Yeah.
And you and your bathroom lover are gonna get your asses torn apart.
All right.
Thanks.
Blade was razor sharp, maybe a ceramic.
- Hey, you got any syrup? - Ceramic, definitely, definitely pro, man.
Yeah, that and the cut- deep, clean, fast.
Got both carotids.
Ed was dead before he hit the floor.
Only he never hit the floor, man.
He was laid down.
- Want some more bacon? - [Rafe.]
Mmm.
If this is a real ghost, you're never gonna find him.
- We find out who killed him, maybe we do.
- Find somebody with dough.
Ghost is gonna want big bucks for a kill in a cop bar.
- Here's what I got on Zeke.
[Sniffs.]
You want some milk? - Yeah, sure.
Okay.
There's a team of eight that works the evidence room, right? Ed checks their work twice a year, except for Zeke, man- seven audits.
We got a motive.
But where does Zeke get the ghost? - How does he pay? - I know a couple dozen guys could do it.
- Mr.
Spec Ops tough guy, right? - I'm serious.
We all get trained to kill like that.
Guys come home, some of'em have trouble findin' a compatible occupation.
So we're lookin' for a friend of yours? I'd check the V.
A.
Hospitals, security firms guy on the street with a sign that says, "Homeless vet needs work.
" But be careful though.
Training that you guys get compared to what we do? A little bit like sendin' a Chihuahua in to face a rottweiler.
- Say what? - Easy now.
- Chihuahuas can be tough.
- What, you think you're tougher than me? - 'Cause I don't think so, bro.
- [Chuckles.]
I don't know, Betty Crocker.
One way to find out.
- All right, dude.
- [Butch.]
Bring it.
- Better take your apron off.
- [Butch Chortling.]
- That's funny, man.
- Oh! Come on, Ham.
- You can back down.
- [Rafe.]
Or you could.
- Line 'em up.
- All right, man.
Count it.
- Hoo-ah.
- Three, two- [Grunts.]
- Hoo-ah! - Ohl Get him, Haml - Give me a little more.
Give me a little more! - [Both Straining.]
- Come on.
Come on! - [Butch.]
Come on.
Get him! [Straining Continues.]
- Come on.
Get him! - [Tearing.]
Oh, shit.
Rafe, are you okay? I think you broke my damn arm.
- You were gonna smear chocolate on the back of the toilet seat? - Correct.
With your shirt off? Ed was bleeding out.
I removed my shirt to press against the wound.
Where's the chocolate? - Where's the chocolate? - I threw it away.
It was starting to melt.
So my guess is, the crime lab getting processed with everything else from the trash cans.
- Recognize this? - Yes.
It's a condom.
Your partner's condom? It was on the floor of the bathroom stall.
Guys drop their pants.
It fell out of someone's pocket.
- Were you drunk? - No.
- How many drinks you have? - Two beers, one shot of whiskey.
- A lot of women, they'd be drunk after two beers, one whiskey.
- We done? For now.
- Shit! - [Ham.]
What, it was that bad? What? No, no.
It was bullshit.
- So you broke your brother's arm? - Yeah, I dropped him off at the E.
R.
, mad as hell.
Get that over with, meet me at Louie's.
We gotta be missing somethin'.
- You heard from Butch and Bobby? - No.
We found Melvin Wu.
[Police Radio Chatter.]
Melvin was meticulous.
We got four prior deliveries: Time in, time out gas mileage, time en route.
Got to Louie's at 10:23.
Nothin' after that.
- His mileage is 97651.
- Still is.
He must've drove straight here.
- It's the opposite direction of his next delivery.
- Cut looks the same.
- M.
E.
Say how long he's been dead? - Sixteen to 20 hours.
- Eighteen hours ago, he was at Louie's.
- Must've seen the ghost.
And the ghost knew it.
Made him drive out here, killed him.
[Exhales.]
Kid was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
[Ham.]
Yeah, I'll stop by Sonic, get you a chili cheese dog and some aspirin, man.
Yeah.
Dude- Ah, all right.
All right, later.
- How's he doin'? - His ulna's snapped.
Won't take his pain meds.
- He's goin' for a run.
- Damn.
That's not his first broken bone.
Four boys, you had to be in the E.
R.
Twice a week.
Been arm wrestling Rafe since you could walk.
It was an accident.
- It was an accident, right? - Yeah.
Yeah, it's just, you know, I don't know.
When I heard that pop I kind of flashed on that maybe they'd keep him home.
But he loves it, you know? I mean, he doesn't love it, but he believes in what he's doin'.
You want him home, you gotta go for the full body cast.
- How'd it go with I.
A? - Yeah, they can't prove it but I guess I dropped the condom and didn't even know it.
[Laughing.]
Shit.
I mean- - All right, Ed walked toward the can.
- Killer must've been behind Ed.
He slipped in when he opened the door.
Killer was that close, Ed would've popped him.
Door opens.
We hear the music, noise then it closes.
I heard one set of footsteps, then nothing.
- Yeah, me too.
- Ed never makes it to the urinal.
The killer does him, lays him down and exits.
He's a pro, knows we're inside.
He's been watching Ed, watching the bathroom.
Knows we're under the radar, won't risk getting caught.
Asshole knows he's safe.
- Okay, we come out of the stall.
- Go.
[Ham.]
I go to the right.
- Zeke's walkin' toward me.
- Didn't see the killer, or he'd be dead.
I go to the back.
Back door's locked, alarm's set.
I head to the front.
- Were you running? - Yeah.
I tell Louie, "Lock the place up.
Get Bobby and Butch.
Tell 'em we got a crime scene," and I head outside.
I stay with Ed maybe two minutes.
Nothin' I can do.
All of a sudden there's quiet- like, dead quiet.
No music.
I told Butch to unplug the jukebox.
[Machinery Hums, Clicking.]
At your desire Well, I'm your Venus I'm your fire at your desire - Coffee? - I'm afraid I might tinkle.
Danish? Ed spent a lot of time in Louie's.
Means you spent a lot of time waiting in the parking lot.
Oh, I didn't mind.
He'd call me when he was ready to come home.
I'd bring a book.
Sometimes I'd bring Roland.
- I'm really glad I didn't bring him last night.
- [Quietly.]
No kidding.
How was your marriage? - Were you still in love? - He was allergic to dogs.
- And you wanted a dog? - [Exhales.]
We settled on Roland.
But having a hamster- that's not the same thing as having a dog.
I never asked you why you sang "Venus" to Ed in the morgue.
That was the first song we danced to at our wedding.
- You know, funny thing.
- What? [Chuckles.]
That song was playing in Louie's when Ed's throat was sliced open.
I did it.
I hired someone to kill him.
Why? 'Cause he was gonna retire.
And I just couldn't stand the thought of him being around all the time.
Let me state for the record that Gretchen Ligardi has waived her right to an attorney.
- Is that correct, Mrs.
Ligardi? - Yes, it is.
[Grace Clears Throat.]
Please step forward when I call your number.
Number one.
- This is- - [Gretchen.]
Ramon Alvarez.
- He's my gardener.
- And on February 24, you paid him- - [Sighs.]
Seventy-five dollars.
- To do what, Mrs.
Ligardi? To kill my husband, Ed Ligardi.
- Was there any other form of compensation? - A tuna sandwich.
Number two.
- [Gretchen.]
Claude Eller.
- [Grace.]
And how do you know him? Oh, he's the busboy at Cafe La Rose.
- And? - And I paid him $50 to kill my husband.
- Number- - And a carrot cake.
Number three.
I don't remember his name.
H-He lives at the end of my block.
- You know him because- - Well, I gave him a certificate for a dozen tickets to the local Cineplex in exchange for which he would kill my husband, Ed Ligardi.
- Number four.
- Jason something.
He's a teller at my bank and I opened up a checking account with the assurance that he would kill my husband, Ed Ligardi.
Was there anyone else you compensated in exchange for an agreement to kill your husband? No, that's pretty much it.
Mrs.
Ligardi, regardless of whether these men took you seriously or not - your request of them was entirely serious, right? - Yes, it was.
- Why? - Why was it serious? Why did you want them to kill your husband? - Well, have you ever met Ed? - [Snickers.]
- So she's crazy? - Like a fox.
She was in the car waiting.
Gives her the perfect "abili.
" - Alibi.
- That's what I said.
Gretchen gave her orders: "Do it at Louie's.
Make sure the last thing Ed hears is their song.
" That's cold, man.
- So how'd she afford a hit man? - I don't know.
Got to get their financial records, you know? You got some pen there.
Thanks, man.
Why would Gretchen confess? - Bobby! - [Mutters.]
I'm a- - Trained not to sleep, my ass.
- Guys, come on.
We gotta nail Gretchen.
- This is serious shit.
- I'm awake.
- What were we talkin' about? - Uh, why would Gretchen confess.
Maybe she talked to those four dickheads so if we ever find the pro, she could just say- "No one ever takes me seriously.
I didn't think he would either.
" - Exactement.
- Who would? "Here's 50 bucks and a carrot cake.
Go kill my husband.
" You got no case against this woman.
Hey, she paid 'em.
She entered a legal contract.
That's attempted murder- solicitation at the least.
- Yeah, yeah.
- [Kate.]
D.
A.
Wants nothin'to do with that.
Mrs.
Ligardi did nothing in furtherance of the crime.
She didn't give those four guys a picture of Ed.
- She never talked about method, time or location.
- She did with the ghost.
- Got proof? - Not yet.
But ViCAP's got two identical, unsolved murders: One Miami, one D.
C.
- Detectives there got nothin' yet.
But we got- - You, you got a song.
That's your case.
What about Zeke Djybuk? Have you excluded him yet? Not till we figure out why Ed was fixin' to fire him.
Look, Captain- Well, then figure it out.
Jesus, people.
You think that Gretchen Ligardi did this? Then get me proof of payment, find the ghost- do somethin'- or the D.
A.
Won't file.
And, Butch, wipe that ink off your face.
And get that toilet out of my squad rooml [Door Opens, Slams.]
[In Cockney Accent.]
All right.
Well- Well, I say, I think we finish up with ol' Zeke, go down to the fruit stand.
Smoothies all around on me.
- Gooseberry for me, Grace.
- [Ham.]
Ed audited Zeke seven times.
Seven times.
It was always about contents of suspect's pockets.
It was quarters, dimes, pennies.
It's almost like Ed thought Zeke was stealin' something, but as far as I can tell, not a coin was missin'.
That's what Ed's fight with Zeke was about in Louie's- a quarter.
- I thought it was about a tip.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
But Ed specifically mentioned- Bobby! This is good, guys.
This is a lead.
Ed specifically mentioned a quarter.
He was examining one.
And Zeke told him to put it down.
Let's keep goin' with this.
It's good.
I gotta ask Perry somethin'.
- What have you heard from I.
A? - Last I heard he was on his way down to the crime lab to check the contents of the trash cans from Louie's.
- Is he gonna find chocolate? - [Sighs.]
Yeah.
Good.
Anything else? Pillow talk with I.
A.
- [Chuckles.]
It's dangerous, Kate.
I gotta know you still have our back.
Yeah.
You got mine? [Man.]
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage Where the grapes of wrath are stored He hath loosed the fateful lightning Ofhis terrible swift sword - His truth is marching on - [Thunder Rumbling.]
Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah - [Thunder Rumbling.]
- His truth is Marching on - Hey, Chuck.
- [Chuck.]
Hey, Grace.
- You got Ham in there? - Uh, yeah.
He's back in there somewhere.
[Buzzer Sounds.]
- Hey! - [Gasps.]
Shit.
- [Chuckles.]
- Ham, what are you doin'? I'm still sloggin' through Zeke's audits.
What are you doin'? Gretchen's financial's drivin' me crazy.
Thought I'd check on you and Zeke.
- Who's "Neol Clooey"? - Old case, similar M.
O.
- You ever done it in evidence room? - No.
Night.
- Well, I thought you came to check on me.
- I just did.
You want your old case? [Twanging.]
[Tighter, Higher.]
- [Snaps.]
- Shit.
[Keys Jingling.]
[Door Unlocking.]
[Door Closes.]
I need to ask you a question.
So ask.
Have you been having dreams about Detective Hanadarko? Yeah.
Been havin' dreams about Hanadarko- weird dreams.
Did you ever grab onto the leg of a white bar stool? - What? No.
- Were you ever in a bar? We were flying kites.
She had this goofy-ass flower kite.
It got stuck against the chimney of a house.
I had to crawl up on the roof, and it was snowin'.
But there was a rainbow in the sky too.
- You helped her get her kite down? - Yeah.
Another dream she was tryin' to pick a apple off a tree, but she's a squirt.
So I had to pick her up so she could reach this fat-ass green apple.
- Interesting.
- What, the apple? No.
Your helping her.
Is she dreamin' about me? Is she? In her dreams you want her to help you.
[Sighs.]
Interesting.
[Together.]
Earl.
To kill Ed in a cop bar as their wedding song plays she would've had to pay what, a hundred grand? Two of them never had more than 12 grand total.
- She move any money around? - I'm telling you, nothin' to move.
- What about Zeke's financials? - He's worse off than I am.
That's-That's pretty bad.
Hey, you see any difference between those quarters? - Different years? - Different years.
See, every time Zeke found a rare coin he took it, replaced it with a new one, same face value.
- Looks the same on the evidence log.
- And Zeke pockets the profits.
He sells that coin collection, maybe he gets enough money for a hit man? No.
We're talkin' 200 bucks.
He still has got all the coins.
He's a collector, not a killer.
I hope he doesn't want a recommendation for his next job.
Shit.
We got someone else with a collection, dudes.
- Hey, you headin' out already? - Yeah.
Thanks for the goin' away present.
Might keep me off the front lines for a couple weeks but not outta the war.
- I love you, pal.
- I love you too, man.
Take care of this guy.
He's a big pussy.
- [Bobby.]
We'll pray for you.
- [Rafe.]
Thank you.
[Butch.]
Stay safe.
- [Blade Snaps Into Sheath.]
- A little hometown love.
Put it right between the ribs of one of them Al-Qaeda shitheads.
You got it.
[Whispers.]
He's a pussy, but I got his back.
- Hey, I'll walk you out, man.
- Thanks, guys.
See ya.
Get a warrant.
I know how Gretchen got the cash to pay the ghost.
Oh.
I think I'll redecorate.
You stayed married to Ed for 37 years.
- Why didn't you divorce him? - He would've been so hurt.
As o-As opposed to almost slicing his head off? [Door Opens.]
Oh, l- - Are you Butch Ada? - Yes, ma'am.
Ed said you were a pretty boy.
And Bobby Stillwater.
He thought you should cut your hair.
Ham Dewey.
[Chuckles.]
Are any of you boys Civil War buffs? Would you like to pick out something? No, but we need to take another look around, Mrs.
Ligardi.
- Well, what are you looking for? - Ed's inventory list.
- E-Excuse me? - You're gonna say, you gave some pieces away.
Can't remember who you gave 'em to.
I have been in a fog.
Knowing Ed, he filed his collection same way he did evidence- perfectly.
We're gonna find that list and then- may take us a couple of months but we'll find what's missin'- figure out which pieces you sold or traded.
We find a hit man, likes to do Civil War reenactments on the weekends- Maybe this guy? Does this mean I'm not going to jail? Not today, and maybe not tomorrow.
But, Gretchen I'm gonna make you another promise.
You're gonna die in the stockade.
So, I can get a dog.
Can l- Can I go to the pound right now? You got somebody you can give him to when you go to prison? Goddess on a mountaintop [Pops "P".]
I'm your Venus I'm your fire at your desire [Throatily.]
I'm your Venus I'm your fire at your desire [Belches.]
[Bottle Hits Table.]
[Leon.]
I can't see a damn thing, Earl.
[Open Strings: Amplified, Sustaining.]
[Continue Sustaining, Muffled.]
[Amplifier Feedback Whistles.]
[Feedback Buzzes, Stops.]
- [Plucks Chord Slowly.]
- [Chord Continues, Muffled.]
[Bottle Hits Table.]
[Strumming Chords, Muffled.]
[Continues.]
- [Loud Blues Intro.]
- [Spoons Tapping, Joins.]
- [Blues.]
- [Tapping.]
[Leon Humming.]
- [Humming.]
- [Soloing.]
[Duo Continues.]
[Duo Continues.]
- Angels probably don't have any sebaceous glands.
Your skin's not sticky.
- How's your pouring, sucker? - Now that I can manage.
Learned the secret of a perfect draft from a pretty little beer-meister in Gelsenkirchen.
Do her proud.
[Slurps.]
- Looks like Leon could use a hand.
- [Groans.]
- Shithead's drunk.
- Well, you been drunk.
Detective Hanadarko.
- Get your hands off me, scumbag! - Oop! - [Grunting.]
- [Strains.]
Wa- Wait [Strains.]
Earl! - [Grace.]
That one right there.
- And he wouldn't let go of it? Or me.
Same dream every night this week.
Me and Earl shootin' the shit and Leon Cooley grabbin' at me.
- Leon Cooley needing your help.
- I gotta stop eatin' Mexican food.
- [Horn Honking In Distance.]
- You gotta go see Leon.
It's some kinda message from Earl.
[Woman Singing Rock On Speaker.]
We gonna tell the truth Call it back again [Continues.]
- What's your problem, Ed? - Just lookin' at your quarters.
Why are you lookin' at my quarters? That's Louie's tip.
Will you put 'em down? - Oh, Go- - [Squeals.]
Shit.
Zeke, Ed, we're havin' fun, dudes.
- Save it for the office.
- [Horn Honks.]
[Honking Continues In Distance.]
[Rhetta.]
Booked in some evidence last week.
Ed made me redo all my paperwork because - Anyone not counting the days till Ed Ligardi retires? - Thirty-eight.
- [Ham Laughs.]
I got a lecture on proper "sealage"- which isn't even a word.
- [Rhetta.]
You want any more chocolate? - Mmm.
Whoal [All Cheering, Laughing.]
- Who are smiling at, Hanadarko? - The most gorgeous man I've ever seen.
- [Ham.]
Oh, man.
Rafel - Oh-ho, yeah! [Both Laughing.]
Rafe, dude, what are you doin'here, man? You were shippin' out.
Shit! Holy shit.
You're here, man! Got my leave extended a couple days to come see my big brothers.
Um, does Nick know you're here? Oh, he's gonna shit, man.
He is gonna shit.
- [Rafe.]
Good to see you.
- [Ham.]
Oh, man.
- [Both Sigh.]
- Oh, shit.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Come here.
This is my baby brother, Second Lieutenant "Rafe" Dewey, United States Marine Corps.
- Hoo-rah! This is Rhetta, Butch- - What up? Bobby and Grace.
- And that's "first lieutenant.
" - Did you forge your name on somethin'? Automatic promotion- once you kill enough Al-Qaeda shitheads.
I can't wait to hear about that.
This is why you got the damn video camera.
Dude, how did you know I was here? Your partner helped me out.
- Ralph Dewey.
Nice to meet you in person.
- Same here.
[Ham.]
Yah! [Laughs.]
Ham- Ham, what are you doing? I got five minutes to thank you.
I gotta meet Nick and Rafe.
Then shut up.
[Ham Moans.]
Thank me lower.
Lower.
- Lower.
- Thank you.
[Laughs.]
- My hero.
[Laughing.]
- [Ham.]
Hmm.
[Grace.]
Oh.
Oh.
[Grace.]
Hoo-rah.
Oh.
Why do you call him "Rafe"? - I couldn't pronounce"Ralph" when I was little.
- [Laughs.]
['60s Rock On Speaker.]
She's got it - Yeah, baby, she's- - [Door Closes.]
[Mouthing Word.]
- [Giggles.]
- [Whispers.]
Oh, shit.
[Stifled Laugh.]
[Snorts, Giggles.]
- [Door Opens, Closes.]
- That was fast.
Since when you got somethin' against fast? Huh? Shit! Go! [Acoustic Guitar.]
[Man.]
So pretty and, oh, so bold Got a heart full of gold on a lonely road - She said, "I don't even think that God can save me" - Save me Am I gaining ground Am I losing face Have I lost and found my saving grace Thankful for the gift my angels gave me - [Shutter Clicks.]
- [Groans, Sniffles.]
Oh! - Anything? - We got a shitload of cops out there.
Killer either disappeared, or he's still inside.
Never thought I'd be afraid in a cop bar.
Two hours ago I said he was a horrible person.
You said he was a pain in the ass, and he was.
Give me a break.
You got a fresh cut on your hand.
I want to know how it got there.
Bobby, there was a delivery guy, mid-20s, Asian, brought in some beer.
- You seen him? - No.
Tell him about your fight? - What fight? - With Ed, over Louie's tip.
It wasn't a fight.
H-He was just being Ed- a pain in the ass.
Yeah, well, Zeke here was right outside the bathroom door when I came out.
- Almost ran into him.
- I had to go to the bathroom.
[Vehicle Horn Honking In Distance.]
[Honking.]
- Butch, you seen the delivery guy? - No.
Here's some blood.
Madison says he dropped his glass, cut his hand.
I heard something about you and Ham in a stall during the murder.
- Shit.
What did you hear? - You know.
You were servicing him.
- Servicing? Uh, I was putting air in his tires? Changing his oil? - [Honking.]
Would somebody please find out who's honking and tell 'em to cut it out? It's Ed's wife waitin' for him to drive her home.
[Honking.]
[Honking.]
[Honking.]
Mrs.
Ligardi.
[Honking.]
I'm Detective Hanadarko.
I need to speak to you about Ed.
[Locks Click.]
Seven chapters- could be a record.
Waiting for Ed.
- Never a dull moment in this one.
You like romance? - Much as the next girl.
Ed thinks it's stupid.
[Honking.]
Mrs.
Ligardi, Ed's not coming out.
I'm sorry.
Your husband's dead.
He's been murdered inside.
- He died instantly.
We don't know what happened.
- [No Audible Dialogue.]
But we're not going to do anything else, none of us-we're not gonna sleep- until we find out.
You should sleep.
And you should eat well too.
Is there someone you'd like me to call, relatives, anybody? No.
I think I'd like to go home.
I'll get someone to drive you.
[Door Opens.]
Murder was at 11:03.
I was at the front door.
Got about three minutes of Rafe leaving then I took a couple of swings past the bar.
Bathroom's in the background, but it's blurry.
I'll get Tech to take a look.
Maybe they'll see somethin'.
Anyone say anything to you about a guy with dark hair, brown shirt? Yeah, Dickie and Cooke.
Didn't see his face.
- Is he on the tape? - Not sure yet.
- So what's our story? - We were setting up a practical joke: - Chocolate on the back of the toilet seat.
- [Door Opens.]
[Together.]
Oh, shit.
Civilian employee of the police department gets murdered in the men's room of a cop bar while said bar is literally full of the aforementioned cops and- oh, wait for it now- two of OCPD's finest are actually gettin' it on in the stall five feet away while the deceased is getting his throat slit.
- Did I miss anything? - See, we were in- No.
No.
That was rhetorical.
What happened after you found the body? The back door was locked, the alarm was set.
I went to the front door and locked it.
- Could the killer have gotten out the front? - [Grace.]
Yeah.
He had about a minute.
Do we have any suspects, any leads- anybody other than everyone who hated Ed? We got places to start.
Look, Captain, we went in the bathroom to set up a practical joke.
Someone came in, so we waited.
Thought he was takin'a piss.
[Laughs.]
You and I worked the streets together for two years, Grace.
You think I don't know your bullshit? This is a problem- a problem I don't need.
Now solve this thing, get yourselves in check, and I might- might not throw both of your asses off my squad.
- Shit, she's pissed.
- We pulled her away from a date.
Listen, I'm sorry.
This is my fault.
You got nothin' to be sorry about.
We didn't do anything wrong.
We were off duty.
We weren't even drunk.
- So you're cool with it? - No, I am not cool, man! Ed was murdered five feet from us.
How is that cool? [Door Opens, Closes.]
Ham and I weren't screwing in the bathroom.
I wasn't giving him a blow job.
- We were settin' up a joke.
- [Butch.]
Doesn't matter.
What matters is findin' out who killed one of our own in our own house.
Brought you this to make you feel more at home.
[Grace.]
Delivery guy's Melvin Wu.
No record.
He had six deliveries to make after Louie's.
Never made 'em.
- None of'em? Shit.
- Last contact was 10:23.
Called when he got to Louie's.
Never gone AWOL before.
Company's worried about him.
- [Grace.]
What about Madison? - I got three people saw him cut himself on broken glass.
Uh, Henry said that the murder weapon was straight edged.
Bobby, you take Melvin Wu.
I already put out a BOLO on him.
Check with his family.
He's got a brother doin' time.
- Zeke.
- I got Zeke, all right? Word is Ed was gonna fire him, and Zeke knew it.
What about brown shirt? We got four people who saw this guy.
- Nobody got a good look at his face.
- Any of you see him? How could some guy we don't know be in our bar and we don't see him? - He's a ghost.
- Kill was silent, fast.
He's gone in the night.
- Gotta be a pro.
- A pro's not gonna take a chance in a cop bar.
Maybe a message.
Is it about one of Ed's cases? Someone's got a trial coming up, wants their evidence compromised.
Why not kill the witness, the cop who busted you, the D.
A? Why kill the guy who files your evidence? I mean, half the time, they don't even testify, man.
It's stipulated.
If Ed was as well-loved outside of work as inside it could've been a hired hit by a neighbor.
Hi, Mrs.
Ligardi.
- Did you sleep? - I'm okay.
How you doin'? Ed loved ocean sounds.
- [Surf Crashing On Speaker.]
- He was a great guy.
- [Seagull Squawking.]
- Nobody liked him.
Did you like him? - I respected his work ethic.
- [Surf Continues.]
He liked you.
You bought a round of drinks once, and you included him.
Ed ever mention anything, anyone? He didn't like Rhetta Rodriguez.
- Why not? - Said she was snippy.
[Surf Crashing, Seagulls Squawking Continue.]
A goddess on a mountaintop Was burnin' like a silver flame The summit of beauty and love [Voice Breaking, Sobs.]
And Venus was her name She's got it Yeah, baby, she's got it [Together.]
Well, I'm your Venus I'm your fire at your desire Well, I'm your Venus I'm your fire at your desire [Police Radio Chatter.]
- Hey.
- He talks.
Is that Muddy Waters? You used to play guitar, right? You like the blues? - They got guitars in here, ain't they? - So what? So why don't you pick one up and play it? Might make you feel better.
- You just gonna lay there till they kill ya? - Maybe.
- [Door Buzzes, Slams.]
- You ain't been outside in a month.
I go outside, feel the sun- just makes it harder comin'back in here.
Ain't prayed in a while either.
Where's your prayer mat? I traded it for some smokes.
- So you're givin' up? - Yeah.
Yeah, I'm givin' up.
- All appeals denied.
- Well, I ain't talkin'about your execution.
I'm talkin' about your spirit, your soul.
- How you been sleepin' lately? - Why? I have weird dreams about that cop, Hanadarko.
- [Mouths Word.]
- You puttin' her in my head again? [Laughing.]
[Continues Laughing.]
Ed slept in a nightshirt.
You see his apartment? What was it like? Had a hamster named Roland, collected Civil War shit.
He and Gretchen did reenactments on the weekend.
- Every person on his block hated him.
- He was still one of us.
Yeah.
You got me somethin'? Leon Cooley's fingerprints were on the bar stool at Louie's.
Rhetta, you got somethin' on Ed? Did you hear what I said? It wasn't a dream, Grace.
Leon Cooley was there.
He's on death row behind bars but his fingerprints are on that bar stool- exactly where you said.
Unless he killed Ed, I don't give a shit.
You have anything on Ed or not? Ham's fingerprints are on the inside doorknob of the bathroom.
Thanks.
[Door Slams.]
- [Footsteps Approaching.]
- Perfect timing.
Just talked to Butch.
We're still lookin' for Melvin Wu.
[No Audio.]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- [Remote Clicks.]
- Whoa, check this out.
- [Clicks.]
[Grace.]
There's our ghost.
- And here's our mummy.
- [No Audio.]
Defense attorney's gonna fry your ass.
[Remote Clicks.]
I.
A.
, my office, 3:00.
Go home and shower, change your clothes, eat somethin', say a prayer.
[Door Opens.]
[Door Closes.]
[Laughing.]
[Laughing.]
Oh, God.
- [Continues Laughing.]
- [Titters, Sighs.]
[Both Resume Laughing.]
[Feet Stamping.]
[Laughter Dying Down.]
- [Ham Sighs.]
- [Grace.]
Oh.
Oh- Ah, we are so screwed.
- Ow.
- Don't have time today, Earl.
I know.
I know this one's important to you.
Well, they're all important to you.
You got a great big heart, Grace.
- What are you wearin'? - Oh.
[Laughing.]
- How long it been since you slept? - Why? You waitin' for me to fall asleep so you can screw with my dreams? You know, there was this Pharaoh, Amenemhet.
Wanted to ignore his dreams too.
ButJoseph stepped in, made him pay attention and the entire nation of Egypt was saved from famine.
- [Mouth Full.]
No famine in O.
K.
City.
- Yeah.
Not yet.
You tryin' to tell me you ain't the least bit curious about Leon why God brought the two of you together? - Nah, I got to take a shower.
- Chocolate on the toilet seat, huh? You like that? - You mean, other than the fact it was a lie? - Yeah, other than that.
I prefer tapioca puddin' myself.
Watch 'em really get upset.
[Laughing.]
Dude, that's, like, a dozen eggs.
Come on, man.
- Eat somethin'.
Eat.
- Oh, it's gonna be rough goin' back to M.
R.
E.
's.
Uh.
- I sent you more crap than you can eat in a month, marine.
- [Chuckles.]
- Two hours and 51 minutes, cop- - Yeah.
And you and your bathroom lover are gonna get your asses torn apart.
All right.
Thanks.
Blade was razor sharp, maybe a ceramic.
- Hey, you got any syrup? - Ceramic, definitely, definitely pro, man.
Yeah, that and the cut- deep, clean, fast.
Got both carotids.
Ed was dead before he hit the floor.
Only he never hit the floor, man.
He was laid down.
- Want some more bacon? - [Rafe.]
Mmm.
If this is a real ghost, you're never gonna find him.
- We find out who killed him, maybe we do.
- Find somebody with dough.
Ghost is gonna want big bucks for a kill in a cop bar.
- Here's what I got on Zeke.
[Sniffs.]
You want some milk? - Yeah, sure.
Okay.
There's a team of eight that works the evidence room, right? Ed checks their work twice a year, except for Zeke, man- seven audits.
We got a motive.
But where does Zeke get the ghost? - How does he pay? - I know a couple dozen guys could do it.
- Mr.
Spec Ops tough guy, right? - I'm serious.
We all get trained to kill like that.
Guys come home, some of'em have trouble findin' a compatible occupation.
So we're lookin' for a friend of yours? I'd check the V.
A.
Hospitals, security firms guy on the street with a sign that says, "Homeless vet needs work.
" But be careful though.
Training that you guys get compared to what we do? A little bit like sendin' a Chihuahua in to face a rottweiler.
- Say what? - Easy now.
- Chihuahuas can be tough.
- What, you think you're tougher than me? - 'Cause I don't think so, bro.
- [Chuckles.]
I don't know, Betty Crocker.
One way to find out.
- All right, dude.
- [Butch.]
Bring it.
- Better take your apron off.
- [Butch Chortling.]
- That's funny, man.
- Oh! Come on, Ham.
- You can back down.
- [Rafe.]
Or you could.
- Line 'em up.
- All right, man.
Count it.
- Hoo-ah.
- Three, two- [Grunts.]
- Hoo-ah! - Ohl Get him, Haml - Give me a little more.
Give me a little more! - [Both Straining.]
- Come on.
Come on! - [Butch.]
Come on.
Get him! [Straining Continues.]
- Come on.
Get him! - [Tearing.]
Oh, shit.
Rafe, are you okay? I think you broke my damn arm.
- You were gonna smear chocolate on the back of the toilet seat? - Correct.
With your shirt off? Ed was bleeding out.
I removed my shirt to press against the wound.
Where's the chocolate? - Where's the chocolate? - I threw it away.
It was starting to melt.
So my guess is, the crime lab getting processed with everything else from the trash cans.
- Recognize this? - Yes.
It's a condom.
Your partner's condom? It was on the floor of the bathroom stall.
Guys drop their pants.
It fell out of someone's pocket.
- Were you drunk? - No.
- How many drinks you have? - Two beers, one shot of whiskey.
- A lot of women, they'd be drunk after two beers, one whiskey.
- We done? For now.
- Shit! - [Ham.]
What, it was that bad? What? No, no.
It was bullshit.
- So you broke your brother's arm? - Yeah, I dropped him off at the E.
R.
, mad as hell.
Get that over with, meet me at Louie's.
We gotta be missing somethin'.
- You heard from Butch and Bobby? - No.
We found Melvin Wu.
[Police Radio Chatter.]
Melvin was meticulous.
We got four prior deliveries: Time in, time out gas mileage, time en route.
Got to Louie's at 10:23.
Nothin' after that.
- His mileage is 97651.
- Still is.
He must've drove straight here.
- It's the opposite direction of his next delivery.
- Cut looks the same.
- M.
E.
Say how long he's been dead? - Sixteen to 20 hours.
- Eighteen hours ago, he was at Louie's.
- Must've seen the ghost.
And the ghost knew it.
Made him drive out here, killed him.
[Exhales.]
Kid was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
[Ham.]
Yeah, I'll stop by Sonic, get you a chili cheese dog and some aspirin, man.
Yeah.
Dude- Ah, all right.
All right, later.
- How's he doin'? - His ulna's snapped.
Won't take his pain meds.
- He's goin' for a run.
- Damn.
That's not his first broken bone.
Four boys, you had to be in the E.
R.
Twice a week.
Been arm wrestling Rafe since you could walk.
It was an accident.
- It was an accident, right? - Yeah.
Yeah, it's just, you know, I don't know.
When I heard that pop I kind of flashed on that maybe they'd keep him home.
But he loves it, you know? I mean, he doesn't love it, but he believes in what he's doin'.
You want him home, you gotta go for the full body cast.
- How'd it go with I.
A? - Yeah, they can't prove it but I guess I dropped the condom and didn't even know it.
[Laughing.]
Shit.
I mean- - All right, Ed walked toward the can.
- Killer must've been behind Ed.
He slipped in when he opened the door.
Killer was that close, Ed would've popped him.
Door opens.
We hear the music, noise then it closes.
I heard one set of footsteps, then nothing.
- Yeah, me too.
- Ed never makes it to the urinal.
The killer does him, lays him down and exits.
He's a pro, knows we're inside.
He's been watching Ed, watching the bathroom.
Knows we're under the radar, won't risk getting caught.
Asshole knows he's safe.
- Okay, we come out of the stall.
- Go.
[Ham.]
I go to the right.
- Zeke's walkin' toward me.
- Didn't see the killer, or he'd be dead.
I go to the back.
Back door's locked, alarm's set.
I head to the front.
- Were you running? - Yeah.
I tell Louie, "Lock the place up.
Get Bobby and Butch.
Tell 'em we got a crime scene," and I head outside.
I stay with Ed maybe two minutes.
Nothin' I can do.
All of a sudden there's quiet- like, dead quiet.
No music.
I told Butch to unplug the jukebox.
[Machinery Hums, Clicking.]
At your desire Well, I'm your Venus I'm your fire at your desire - Coffee? - I'm afraid I might tinkle.
Danish? Ed spent a lot of time in Louie's.
Means you spent a lot of time waiting in the parking lot.
Oh, I didn't mind.
He'd call me when he was ready to come home.
I'd bring a book.
Sometimes I'd bring Roland.
- I'm really glad I didn't bring him last night.
- [Quietly.]
No kidding.
How was your marriage? - Were you still in love? - He was allergic to dogs.
- And you wanted a dog? - [Exhales.]
We settled on Roland.
But having a hamster- that's not the same thing as having a dog.
I never asked you why you sang "Venus" to Ed in the morgue.
That was the first song we danced to at our wedding.
- You know, funny thing.
- What? [Chuckles.]
That song was playing in Louie's when Ed's throat was sliced open.
I did it.
I hired someone to kill him.
Why? 'Cause he was gonna retire.
And I just couldn't stand the thought of him being around all the time.
Let me state for the record that Gretchen Ligardi has waived her right to an attorney.
- Is that correct, Mrs.
Ligardi? - Yes, it is.
[Grace Clears Throat.]
Please step forward when I call your number.
Number one.
- This is- - [Gretchen.]
Ramon Alvarez.
- He's my gardener.
- And on February 24, you paid him- - [Sighs.]
Seventy-five dollars.
- To do what, Mrs.
Ligardi? To kill my husband, Ed Ligardi.
- Was there any other form of compensation? - A tuna sandwich.
Number two.
- [Gretchen.]
Claude Eller.
- [Grace.]
And how do you know him? Oh, he's the busboy at Cafe La Rose.
- And? - And I paid him $50 to kill my husband.
- Number- - And a carrot cake.
Number three.
I don't remember his name.
H-He lives at the end of my block.
- You know him because- - Well, I gave him a certificate for a dozen tickets to the local Cineplex in exchange for which he would kill my husband, Ed Ligardi.
- Number four.
- Jason something.
He's a teller at my bank and I opened up a checking account with the assurance that he would kill my husband, Ed Ligardi.
Was there anyone else you compensated in exchange for an agreement to kill your husband? No, that's pretty much it.
Mrs.
Ligardi, regardless of whether these men took you seriously or not - your request of them was entirely serious, right? - Yes, it was.
- Why? - Why was it serious? Why did you want them to kill your husband? - Well, have you ever met Ed? - [Snickers.]
- So she's crazy? - Like a fox.
She was in the car waiting.
Gives her the perfect "abili.
" - Alibi.
- That's what I said.
Gretchen gave her orders: "Do it at Louie's.
Make sure the last thing Ed hears is their song.
" That's cold, man.
- So how'd she afford a hit man? - I don't know.
Got to get their financial records, you know? You got some pen there.
Thanks, man.
Why would Gretchen confess? - Bobby! - [Mutters.]
I'm a- - Trained not to sleep, my ass.
- Guys, come on.
We gotta nail Gretchen.
- This is serious shit.
- I'm awake.
- What were we talkin' about? - Uh, why would Gretchen confess.
Maybe she talked to those four dickheads so if we ever find the pro, she could just say- "No one ever takes me seriously.
I didn't think he would either.
" - Exactement.
- Who would? "Here's 50 bucks and a carrot cake.
Go kill my husband.
" You got no case against this woman.
Hey, she paid 'em.
She entered a legal contract.
That's attempted murder- solicitation at the least.
- Yeah, yeah.
- [Kate.]
D.
A.
Wants nothin'to do with that.
Mrs.
Ligardi did nothing in furtherance of the crime.
She didn't give those four guys a picture of Ed.
- She never talked about method, time or location.
- She did with the ghost.
- Got proof? - Not yet.
But ViCAP's got two identical, unsolved murders: One Miami, one D.
C.
- Detectives there got nothin' yet.
But we got- - You, you got a song.
That's your case.
What about Zeke Djybuk? Have you excluded him yet? Not till we figure out why Ed was fixin' to fire him.
Look, Captain- Well, then figure it out.
Jesus, people.
You think that Gretchen Ligardi did this? Then get me proof of payment, find the ghost- do somethin'- or the D.
A.
Won't file.
And, Butch, wipe that ink off your face.
And get that toilet out of my squad rooml [Door Opens, Slams.]
[In Cockney Accent.]
All right.
Well- Well, I say, I think we finish up with ol' Zeke, go down to the fruit stand.
Smoothies all around on me.
- Gooseberry for me, Grace.
- [Ham.]
Ed audited Zeke seven times.
Seven times.
It was always about contents of suspect's pockets.
It was quarters, dimes, pennies.
It's almost like Ed thought Zeke was stealin' something, but as far as I can tell, not a coin was missin'.
That's what Ed's fight with Zeke was about in Louie's- a quarter.
- I thought it was about a tip.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
But Ed specifically mentioned- Bobby! This is good, guys.
This is a lead.
Ed specifically mentioned a quarter.
He was examining one.
And Zeke told him to put it down.
Let's keep goin' with this.
It's good.
I gotta ask Perry somethin'.
- What have you heard from I.
A? - Last I heard he was on his way down to the crime lab to check the contents of the trash cans from Louie's.
- Is he gonna find chocolate? - [Sighs.]
Yeah.
Good.
Anything else? Pillow talk with I.
A.
- [Chuckles.]
It's dangerous, Kate.
I gotta know you still have our back.
Yeah.
You got mine? [Man.]
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage Where the grapes of wrath are stored He hath loosed the fateful lightning Ofhis terrible swift sword - His truth is marching on - [Thunder Rumbling.]
Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah - [Thunder Rumbling.]
- His truth is Marching on - Hey, Chuck.
- [Chuck.]
Hey, Grace.
- You got Ham in there? - Uh, yeah.
He's back in there somewhere.
[Buzzer Sounds.]
- Hey! - [Gasps.]
Shit.
- [Chuckles.]
- Ham, what are you doin'? I'm still sloggin' through Zeke's audits.
What are you doin'? Gretchen's financial's drivin' me crazy.
Thought I'd check on you and Zeke.
- Who's "Neol Clooey"? - Old case, similar M.
O.
- You ever done it in evidence room? - No.
Night.
- Well, I thought you came to check on me.
- I just did.
You want your old case? [Twanging.]
[Tighter, Higher.]
- [Snaps.]
- Shit.
[Keys Jingling.]
[Door Unlocking.]
[Door Closes.]
I need to ask you a question.
So ask.
Have you been having dreams about Detective Hanadarko? Yeah.
Been havin' dreams about Hanadarko- weird dreams.
Did you ever grab onto the leg of a white bar stool? - What? No.
- Were you ever in a bar? We were flying kites.
She had this goofy-ass flower kite.
It got stuck against the chimney of a house.
I had to crawl up on the roof, and it was snowin'.
But there was a rainbow in the sky too.
- You helped her get her kite down? - Yeah.
Another dream she was tryin' to pick a apple off a tree, but she's a squirt.
So I had to pick her up so she could reach this fat-ass green apple.
- Interesting.
- What, the apple? No.
Your helping her.
Is she dreamin' about me? Is she? In her dreams you want her to help you.
[Sighs.]
Interesting.
[Together.]
Earl.
To kill Ed in a cop bar as their wedding song plays she would've had to pay what, a hundred grand? Two of them never had more than 12 grand total.
- She move any money around? - I'm telling you, nothin' to move.
- What about Zeke's financials? - He's worse off than I am.
That's-That's pretty bad.
Hey, you see any difference between those quarters? - Different years? - Different years.
See, every time Zeke found a rare coin he took it, replaced it with a new one, same face value.
- Looks the same on the evidence log.
- And Zeke pockets the profits.
He sells that coin collection, maybe he gets enough money for a hit man? No.
We're talkin' 200 bucks.
He still has got all the coins.
He's a collector, not a killer.
I hope he doesn't want a recommendation for his next job.
Shit.
We got someone else with a collection, dudes.
- Hey, you headin' out already? - Yeah.
Thanks for the goin' away present.
Might keep me off the front lines for a couple weeks but not outta the war.
- I love you, pal.
- I love you too, man.
Take care of this guy.
He's a big pussy.
- [Bobby.]
We'll pray for you.
- [Rafe.]
Thank you.
[Butch.]
Stay safe.
- [Blade Snaps Into Sheath.]
- A little hometown love.
Put it right between the ribs of one of them Al-Qaeda shitheads.
You got it.
[Whispers.]
He's a pussy, but I got his back.
- Hey, I'll walk you out, man.
- Thanks, guys.
See ya.
Get a warrant.
I know how Gretchen got the cash to pay the ghost.
Oh.
I think I'll redecorate.
You stayed married to Ed for 37 years.
- Why didn't you divorce him? - He would've been so hurt.
As o-As opposed to almost slicing his head off? [Door Opens.]
Oh, l- - Are you Butch Ada? - Yes, ma'am.
Ed said you were a pretty boy.
And Bobby Stillwater.
He thought you should cut your hair.
Ham Dewey.
[Chuckles.]
Are any of you boys Civil War buffs? Would you like to pick out something? No, but we need to take another look around, Mrs.
Ligardi.
- Well, what are you looking for? - Ed's inventory list.
- E-Excuse me? - You're gonna say, you gave some pieces away.
Can't remember who you gave 'em to.
I have been in a fog.
Knowing Ed, he filed his collection same way he did evidence- perfectly.
We're gonna find that list and then- may take us a couple of months but we'll find what's missin'- figure out which pieces you sold or traded.
We find a hit man, likes to do Civil War reenactments on the weekends- Maybe this guy? Does this mean I'm not going to jail? Not today, and maybe not tomorrow.
But, Gretchen I'm gonna make you another promise.
You're gonna die in the stockade.
So, I can get a dog.
Can l- Can I go to the pound right now? You got somebody you can give him to when you go to prison? Goddess on a mountaintop [Pops "P".]
I'm your Venus I'm your fire at your desire [Throatily.]
I'm your Venus I'm your fire at your desire [Belches.]
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[Leon.]
I can't see a damn thing, Earl.
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