Wild Cards (2024) s02e04 Episode Script
Dial A for Alibi
1
Previously on Wild Cards.
I managed to get Jonathan
Ashford's video diary.
It'll tell you everything
you need to know.
Hold the presses. You two were partners?
For you.
He's my best friend.
Six more months off my dad's sentence.
- Two weeks?
- Deal.
It's not a private
island or even a mansion,
but it is our humble home.
[JONATHAN] Most people don't
understand what it is we do.
We don't just pull off
robberies, heists or scams.
No, no. In fact, we solve puzzles.
You see, at first,
the job is nothing more
than a flash of inspiration.
An idea in your mind.
It's like a thousand
scattered pieces on the floor
that you stare at
until eventually a
picture starts to emerge.
But no matter how matter how
insoluble the puzzle seems,
there is always a solution.
Your eyes have seen it,
your brain recorded it.
And that little voice inside of you,
that thing we call instinct
is trying to guide you with confidence.
Everything you need to know is
always right in front of you.
You just have to look more closely.
Okay Ashford.
Mm. What is boss babe up to?
Where is my girl?
There you are. Right on schedule.
[SIGHS] How do you do it?
Work all those hours and still
manage to meditate every night.
You're probably meditating on ways
to leave your husband, Scarf Man.
Can he not with the duck lips.
What do we say about snooping?
Okay. What do you expect me to do?
I'm so bored being stuck
in this chair all day.
Yeah. I told you not to jump
in the children's ball pit.
I had a nickel for every
time someone said that to me.
Look, you've got a couple
more days till that cast is off
and you're rocking a cute pair of heels.
Besides, you promised you'd
keep up with your homework.
I've been watching the greatest
con man in history all day.
I just needed a little break.
Just a little break.
- Okay.
- I'll be home later.
Oh, and stop sending
me so many cat GIFs.
They're so cute, though.
They're not that cute, though.
Oh, there's one in a sombrero.
Ellis is gonna love that.
[NOTIFICATION ALERT]
- Max again?
- Let me tell you something,
Max, bored, alone and on
pain meds is not a good thing.
She won't stop sending me pictures.
What kind of pictures?
Cats. Yeah. Cats eating burritos.
Cats in tacos. Cats eating corn chips.
It's a lot of cats in Mexican food.
- I don't know why.
- Admit it.
You miss her.
Come on, no one to bounce ideas off,
no one to share inside
jokes, trade shoes with.
Trade shoes?
I just got those.
I'm wearing socks this time, relax.
Listen up, everyone.
We got a body in an apartment
at Chestnut and Shaw.
Start the engine, Simmons.
Not so fast.
I got a call this morning from the city.
Your driver's license
has been suspended.
What? They can do that?
Do you realize how many unpaid
parking tickets you have?
Yeah, tons.
I'm a cop. I can park anywhere.
Not in your civilian vehicle.
I was undercover.
At the grocery store?
Mud wrestling and medieval times.
- I'm always undercover.
- Not anymore.
You are gonna pay those
unpaid parking tickets.
Pass the written exam and
take your road test again.
Until then, you're benched.
- Ellis, Simmons, you're up.
- Yes, sir.
Like old times. Only now I'm driving.
Just hook my ride up
with a new sound system.
- Nice.
- Cool. Whatever.
Shoes back in the box.
Ellis, do not adjust my seat!
It took me months to
find the perfect setting.
These gams gotta breathe.
Those gams gotta study.
[EXHALES]
What? It's illegal to leave
unattended sheep in a truck.
Since when?
What have we got?
The deceased is Alan Murray,
45, single, lives alone.
Who's the baking squad?
Neighbors. They have a
standing Sunday night date
to watch some kind of a reality
baking show with Mr. Murray.
He wouldn't answer his door.
They called the super to unlock it.
All right, let's head inside.
I'm awfully sorry about the pie.
What pie?
[CAMERA SHUTTER SNAPS]
Oh. That pie.
♪
[CAMERA SHUTTER SNAPS]
Detective, this is the
victim's wallet, health card,
membership to a bulk grocery store,
and an auto insurance slip.
There's no credit card,
no driver's license.
Yeah, I know. Strange, right?
He's got a wad of cash in
there, so he wasn't robbed.
His recycling is neater
than my whole apartment.
This guy's place was immaculate.
Hola, chicos.
No. Yates. No, Max.
It's just us today.
Oh. Too bad.
So what's up with our guy here?
Preliminary suggests an impact wound
on the victim's right
temple, which seems consistent
with the blood smear on the
frame of the coffee table.
But the head wound was
not the cause of death.
- Can you help me roll him?
- Yeah. Come on, Simmons.
Okay. One. Two. Three.
There's not a lot of blood
given the size of the wound.
If the shard hit a major organ,
- he would have bled out from within.
- Time of death?
I put it between 8 P.M. and
10 P.M. on Saturday night.
I'll know more when I
get him back to the shop.
Okay. Thank you.
All right.
Story time.
All right. So,
approximately 24 hours ago
Alan Murray was in his
very tidy apartment.
When he tripped over
the corner of his rug,
falling onto the coffee
table where he hit his head.
Glass from the coffee table shatters,
where he falls on a shard of glass,
puncturing his back.
And an organ.
He bleeds out internally.
Seems like an accident to me.
Let's get the neighbors'
statements and call it a day.
Easy as pie.
[CAMERA SHUTTER SNAPS]
[CAMERA SHUTTER SNAPS]
So the four of you and Mr. Murray
would meet every Sunday at
6:00 P.M., is that correct?
We all bring something we baked
and then basically stuff ourselves
and watch baker's delight.
Why was it strange to you that
he didn't come to the door?
I mean, couldn't he have
just been running late?
Alan could not abide tardiness.
He scheduled his life
down to the minute.
He was crazy organized.
Yeah. When he didn't answer the door,
we called the super to let us in.
Did any of you touch the body?
I checked his pulse. I'm a nurse.
Now, did any of you guys see
anyone strange in the
building yesterday?
No.
I know who killed him.
It was that darn carpet.
All of us have tripped on
it at some time or another.
Okay, I think we're good
here. Thank you for your time.
You're free to go.
Wow, that was fast.
Although with Yates it's usually
a lot of ongoing commentary.
Oh, trust me, if Max was here,
this would have taken an hour longer.
We would have had
everyone's zodiac sign,
favorite Backstreet Boy,
current donut preference.
[CHUCKLES]
What is it?
It's just strange that a
guy that was that meticulous
wouldn't have just found the time
to fix his carpet, you know?
Yeah.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
- This is Ellis.
- Whatcha doing?
Working, Max.
How's the case going?
It's going good. Do you need something?
Yes, a new ankle. This
one's still swollen.
- I really need to go.
- Okay, tell me the truth.
And if he's around, answer in hiccups.
One means yes, two means no.
Is Simmons driving you crazy yet?
Of course not. It's great.
Cool.
That's great.
I mean, it's fine.
It's going fine, okay?
We're doing our jobs, but
I really need to go, Max.
Yeah, okay. Go, bye.
Okay, but if he tripped
on the corner of the rug,
he would have fallen
forward, not backward.
Nah, he could have twisted.
Maybe. But
there's still something
that's bothering me, his belt.
It's looped around from the left.
But all those photos, his belts
looped around from the right.
Yeah. I guess you never changed
the way you put your belt on.
Exactly. And his shoelaces are
tied in just a regular knot,
just the way you and
I would tie our shoes,
but in the photos,
his shoelaces are always
tied with a Berluti knot.
Berluti knot.
Look, Max went on
about shoelaces one time
for like, an hour. Don't ask.
So what are you saying,
somebody else tied his shoes?
More than that.
We think someone may have redressed
the victim after death.
That would explain this. Look.
Once I remove the shard
of glass in his back,
I discovered these, yellow fibers.
Right. But he was wearing
a green shirt when he died.
No. He was wearing a green
shirt when his body was found,
but according to his fibers,
he was most likely wearing
a yellow shirt when he died.
Okay, so somebody changed
his clothes after he died.
Why would they do that?
To hide evidence.
So this wasn't an
accident. This was murder.
The evidence says it
could be a bit of both.
The wound indicates
an initial impalement,
but the angle of the wound shifts.
Meaning what?
I think Alan fell on the
shard of glass but didn't die.
Then someone went out of their
way to push it in further,
which is what killed him.
Mm.
All right.
Murray was a freelance accountant
who did most of his work from home.
All his clients say he was a great guy,
just like his neighbours,
who all have solid alibis.
Just scrubbed through, I don't
know how many hours of footage
from the apartment.
It's like the quietest
building I've ever seen.
Nothing out of the ordinary
during the time frame
of Murray's murder.
I looked into his credit
cards. Nothing since Friday.
So we got a murdered
guy that everybody loved.
We know the motive wasn't robbery.
And somebody went
through all the trouble
to redress the victim
after they killed him.
So what are you thinking?
Thinking we're back
to square one, Simmons.
Forensics cracked Murray's cell phone.
They said there's over
100 pages in texts alone.
That's progress right there.
I'm going to go make some fresh coffee.
Okay.
- God.
- He makes me coffee every single day.
He even froths my milk. It's
like a party in my mouth.
♪
Ooh.
Scarf Man is throwing a
rager. And who is that Hottie?
Well, she's flirting up a storm.
As you can see, I'm super
handsome and super important
and have a great set of hair.
Oh, Scarf Man, I wish you were
as available as I clearly am.
Um
Boss Babe is not gonna
like coming home to this.
Walk away from the flirty
girl, Scarf Man, walk away.
Oh, babe, I didn't expect you
home from the office so early.
Do you know how hard it
is to be a working girl
in a non-prostitute way, of course?
I want these good for
nothings out of here right now.
I can't believe you.
Don't you know I'm an
emotionally stunted man, baby
who needs attention?
Oh. She's over it.
Yeah. Go home.
You're all too young to
be out this late anyway.
Oh, you did not just put your hand
on Hottie's lower back.
That's so brazen.
It's like the international
sign for we're banging.
[GASPS] And now
they're leaving together.
I feel you, sister.
Cheers.
Girl, it is 10:00 in the morning.
Were you up all night spying?
No.
Okay, yes. But in my defense,
there was a party going
on across the street.
Speaking of, the gift
bags last night were epic.
I brought prezzies.
Prezzies?
To keep you entertained.
Okay. Magic wand. Love it.
Princess wand for a princess.
Yeah. I don't know about that one.
[CHUCKLES] Don't even know what that is.
Slime!
The coup de grâce.
Ricky, you get me.
Yeah, I've got stories.
Way more interesting
than whatever this is.
Give me 10 minutes to shower
this this glitter off.
Okay.
Let's see what's going on in
casa de drama this morning.
What are you doing home in the
middle of the day, boss babe.
You usually meditate at 9:00.
Scarf Man, are you just getting home?
Walk of shame,
huh? What is that?
Okay, this is new.
Is that
Okay, that's a gun! He has a gun.
Ricky!!!
This is not happening.
Come on, Boss Babe, turn around.
No!
Ricky! Ricky! Come back!
Ricky!
Come on, Scarf Man. Where are you?
Where is Boss Babe,
and why does that
suitcase look so heavy?
[DIALING]
Ellis, shut up and listen.
I just saw a woman across
the street get shot.
Yes, shot.
I just witnessed a murder.
You really saw murder?
You sure you didn't just
leave the TV on, Max?
Listen to me, Scarf Man, the husband,
shot his wife, Boss Babe,
while she was meditating.
They were having trouble.
And by trouble, I mean him
because he was the one
hooking up with Hottie.
Okay, so you saw with your
own eyes this woman get shot?
Well, no, because it was
in between the windows,
- but I heard the gunshot.
- Okay, so you heard it?
Well, I didn't exactly hear
it, but it was a muzzle flash.
So you didn't really see Scarf
Man fire the gun at his wife?
No, because I'm across the street.
But I saw him roll
her out in a suitcase.
Okay, did you see him put
the body in the suitcase?
No, but it was heavy,
like human body heavy.
- Okay, well, then
- [BEEPING]
Just a sec.
This is Ellis.
- The super's arrived.
- Okay. Yeah, I'm just pulling in.
Hey, did we get any reports of gunshots
in the argyle and fifth area?
No. Meet me in interrogation.
Okay. See you soon.
Max, there hasn't been any reportings
of shootings in the area, okay?
I got to interview somebody right now.
I got to go. I'll look
into this, I promise.
Oh.
- What's that?
- That is Murray's cell phone.
It's a very interesting text exchange
between the two of you on there.
Quite the little side
hustle you had going there,
using your master key to
break into people's apartments.
Except Alan found out, didn't he?
He was going to tell the owners.
Maybe you confronted him.
Things escalated.
You panicked, tried to cover it up.
It's quite the rap sheet you got.
Two B&Es just to start.
You've been busy.
So where were you Saturday night
between the hours of
8:00 and 10:00 P.M.?
Repainting an apartment
for a new tenant.
Go ahead ask my wife.
Come on, show up, boss
babe. Prove me wrong.
[SIGHS]
Come on.
[GASPS]
- Hi.
- Hello.
This place is abnormally nice.
Do you know the self-lock
on your front door is off?
Yeah. Ricky disconnected it.
Every time he takes out the trash,
- he locks himself out.
- Huh?
Where's Ellis? Did he find Scarf Man?
Is he across the street with Simmons?
No, I checked.
No reports of gunfire.
No 911 calls in the area.
Ellis sent me on a wellness check.
But besides the hallucinations,
you seem all right.
Hallucinations?
Yeah. You're on painkillers, right?
I was once on painkillers
that made everybody
look like Margot Robbie.
That was a really great day.
Um, where are your pain meds?
I'm stone-cold sober.
Why is no one trying to
investigate that murder?
We need probable cause.
If you cry wolf and
there's no evidence of wolf,
then was there ever really a wolf?
Ooh. I'm hungry. Are you hungry?
Where's your fridge?
Then Scarf Man rolled
the suitcase out and left,
which means the body of boss babe
is still somewhere out there.
Mm.
They're out there, my
Simmons and your Ellis,
probably arguing about
where to get lunch
and playing never have I
ever used my badge to do this.
Are you jealous?
Are you not?
Okay. I have an idea.
How about I help you study
for the driver's test,
get you back on duty with Simmons.
And in return,
you help me prove that
I'm not hallucinating.
Yeah. Okay, where do you want to start?
With a little trip to my closet.
Sounds weird.
Let's go.
See that? Look familiar?
This this is footage
from the video doorbell
across from the apartment
you said that you were repainting.
Huh?
Except you left after just 20 minutes
and you didn't return for two hours.
Two hours during which
you killed Alan Murray.
No, I didn't.
Look, I'll tell you the truth,
but you got to promise
what I'm about to tell you
doesn't get back to my wife.
Ever.
So it turns out our super
was paying weekly maintenance
visits to Mrs. Roberts
on the third floor.
Yeah, she was confirmed being with him
between the hours of 8:00
P.M. 10:00 P.M. on Saturday.
So the super's not our killer.
And no one else was seen
on the victim's floor
except for the neighbors.
Which means these four
are potential suspects.
- Exactly.
- Well, uh
Betty was at the senior center.
There's Carla, who was working
the night shift at the hospital.
Josh brown, and Rebecca brown
were both at slam poetry night.
All of them confirmed.
So we have no suspects.
Come on. You two used
to be my go-to guys.
I don't know what's going on,
but you need to get out there
and find out who did this.
Yes, sir.
Testing. Testing. One, two
and five, six, seven, eight.
Cool it. I need to get into character.
[EXHALING]
I can see you looking at me.
Just this is how I do it.
[KNOCKING]
Curtains up.
Good afternoon.
My name is Yolanda, and
I have a question for you.
Do you believe in cheeses?
What?
I represent the cheese
of the month club.
And I'm here to offer you a Gouda deal.
- Work it girl.
- I don't think I'm interested.
Well, cheese is an aphrodisiac.
Do you know that?
Maybe you have a special
someone in your life.
Maybe wife?
Who knows, maybe a girlfriend.
Hey, you might have both.
Who's that?
Boss Babe?
Cheese of the month club or something.
Good afternoon.
She's alive.
But I saw him kill her.
Yeah, mostly you made an
Asiago out of yourself.
Are you sure it was boss babe,
his wife, you were talking to?
Yes. Trust me, they were married, okay?
They hated each other, I could tell.
But actually, I guess it
wasn't all for nothing.
It's all there, here.
- What is this?
- From the cheese.
I told them my payment app was
down and I could only take cash.
Share half the sale.
I gotta run, I gotta
practice parallel parking.
I'm keeping the shirt.
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
Hey. It's me.
Hey, you were right.
No murder over here.
But I think Scarf Man is
still hiding something.
- Where are you?
- I'm still stuck on this case.
Just had to get out of the
office so I could think.
Talk to me.
Okay. My vic, this guy named Murray,
was killed in his apartment
Saturday night, right?
Now, nobody other than
his neighbors or the supers
entered or exited the building
the night he was killed.
So it's one of them?
No, no, they've all been alibied.
Everything about this
guy's life was predictable.
You should see his apartment.
It was like ocd-organized.
But something's still not
sitting right with you.
I can hear it in your voice.
We've gone over
everything a hundred times.
You think you've gone over everything.
You're investigating.
Now you need to let your mind go
and let your instincts do the work.
Just go to the place and stare.
- Stare?
- Yeah, stare.
You have to make sure you're
not next to a metronome.
This one time I hypnotized myself
and ended up in a nudist
colony in new Mexico.
Why are we here again?
Murray had a system for everything.
I think that can help us.
Now, look, he kept a newspaper
for every single day of the week, right?
Now, he would fold every
newspaper twice like this
so he could put it under his arm, right?
Now, every newspaper is folded twice
except for the Saturday paper,
bought on the day he was killed.
That one is only folded once.
Come on, you gotta admit,
it's strange that a guy
who was that meticulous would have just
forgot to fold the Saturday paper.
There's a thin line between
meticulous and hoarding.
I noticed something earlier.
I didn't think anything of it.
But now that you mention it.
Murray
got a lotto ticket for every week.
This is every ticket he
got in chronological order.
And look at this,
plays the same number every week.
Only there's no ticket
from Friday's draw.
Why is that?
I mean, it's got to be
around here somewhere, right?
One place we haven't looked is a fridge.
Look, the lettuce is all wilted.
There's moldy fruit.
Oh, yeah. Even his milk is bad.
Everything's gone bad.
Butter's melted, but
everything's still cold.
What if someone took
everything out for a day
and then put it back in?
Why would somebody do that?
It doesn't make any sense.
Yeah.
Unless someone was trying
to pull a con on us.
I think you're right.
Wait, so if someone
put him in the fridge,
- that would change the time of death?
- It would.
After you called, I did a deeper
dive into some tissue samples
and noticed a few anomalies in lividity.
Okay. One more time in English, please.
The victim's blood had
pooled around his midsection
as though he were upright.
But as we know, the body
was found on its back.
So someone really
stuffed him in the fridge?
Exactly.
This changes the time
of death to Friday night
around 8:00 P.M.
Well, that's a whole day
earlier than what we thought.
Look, we need to re-interview
all the neighbors.
What better way to
give yourself an alibi
than to fake the time of death?
All right. Thanks, olive.
[JONATHAN] Time has always
been a critical part of my life
and profession, of course.
More often than not, my
freedom depended on it.
The timing of security
guards making the rounds,
a countdown to an alarm trigger
the position of the sun as
it beams through a window.
I've known many men, who in
their later years, feared time.
You know the old cliché.
There's simply not enough of it.
Not me.
I suppose I've always admired
the indifference of time
to the weight of memory, no matter what.
It just keeps on ticking.
Wait, did I see what I think I just saw?
[PHONE RINGING]
Ricky, what have you got?
So I looked into scarf
man like you asked.
He's actually got a play in
the theater across the street.
"Murder by Candlelight."
So it's a murder mystery?
Yep. He's a writer, director and star.
Typical control freak. Megalomaniac.
What about Boss Babe?
The money train. You
know, big corporate lawyer.
And get this, she owns the theater,
which doesn't make a dime.
So he's just a loser
with a wandering eye.
Yeah, well, infidelity is not
illegal, and no one's dead.
Now, get back to that video, okay?
No pouting.
I have to go. Ricky's a busy boy.
Oh. Um Yates says
we need to fix our door.
[CALL ENDS]
Ricky?
[PHONE RINGING]
Yates.
Yeah. I'll be your study buddy
if you be my homicide homie.
Yes, I still have the cheese.
We think one of Murray's baking buddies
killed him on Friday night,
but then made it seem like he
got killed on Saturday night
so they could alibi themselves out.
That's why the killer
changed Murray's clothes,
- to help with the illusion.
- Exactly.
But when it came down to
his belt and shoelaces,
they messed up.
What about the super?
Ironically, he was actually
repainting an apartment
with his wife.
Wait till you guys hear this.
Murray got that paper,
that same paper from
the same shop every day.
Just got off the phone with the owner.
He says he came through on Friday.
Got the paper, but he
did not on Saturday.
So someone planted the Saturday paper,
but they weren't smart enough to fold it
the way Murray always did.
I'm not finished. Murray also played
the same exact lottery
numbers every week.
And guess whose number
hit in this Friday's draw?
- No.
- Oh, yeah.
Murray won to the tune of $4.7 million.
And guess what?
That winning lottery
ticket is now missing.
You two just found your motive.
Get going.
Okay, what animal is it illegal
to race against on the highway?
- Dog.
- Horse.
Okay, this one's both
antiquated and judgy.
Women cannot drive in a
Simmons took Ellis to our burrito place.
Are you tracking his phone?
Of course I am. He's basically a child.
[SIGHS]
Weird. Boss Babe is meditating
during the day again.
She usually only does that at night.
Oh look!
Scarf Man is at it again.
What? I have neighbors too.
Checks his watch.
Not sure why.
Maybe they're kinky time nerds.
Coveralls on.
Whoa, whoa, that's a knife.
Oh, my gosh, he's
gonna kill you again!
Hey, stop!
Call Li, tell him I need back up!
Wait, wait, wait! Come back!
She's alive? Again?
What?
It's not his wife.
Oh my god, that's Hottie in a wig.
That's the woman I
talked to you yesterday.
With the wig, she looks
exactly like Boss Babe.
Why would she fake being his wife?
His wife that he murders.
So Hottie's pretending to meditate
just like Boss Babe and
then they're timing it.
I'm all for role playing,
but that has an ick factor of, like, 11.
Playing.
Oh, my god, you're a genius.
What if these fake murders are
rehearsals for a real murder?
Of course, there's only
one real way to be sure.
Excuse me. Are you
allowed to be back here?
Oh. I don't know.
Are those stairs allowed to be blocked?
Are those light stands in the fire lane?
- Who are you?
- I am the fire marshal.
Now leave me at once or I'll
shut this whole production down.
Mm-hmm. Go. Bye.
Testing, testing.
So you're British?
I panicked.
Are these things working?
Okay. Yates vision is a go.
Let's see if we can find Hottie.
Max, how did you get your hands
on military grade spy glasses?
Oh, Ricky. He gives the
best stocking stuffers.
Mm. Can I borrow them?
But if I forget,
kill the feed on your end
at 10:00 tonight, okay?
You definitely don't want
to see what I get up to.
Oh, check this out.
Those are all the props
Scarf Man was using in
his rehearsals with Hottie.
That's the gun, and that's the knife.
Stage manager's cue sheet.
What time does boss babe do yoga again?
She starts at 9:00 P.M. Sharp
and goes till around 9:45.
The thing is, Scarf Man is
on stage the entire time.
Yeah. Not quite.
According to this, it says that
he's got a quick change at 9:10,
and he's back on stage at 9:20.
That gives him 10 minutes
and no one would even know he's gone.
That's why he's timing himself.
Uh-oh. Tonight's the last performance.
If he's gonna kill her,
tonight's the night.
Hey, look, can you see this?
I can literally see through your eyes.
So Hottie is the play's costumer.
How do they plan to slip in and
out without anybody noticing?
I think I know how.
Hey, I can see you. Can you see me?
Yeah, I can see you and
I can see your binoculars.
You might want to invest in some blinds.
Okay. I'd say it's about 30 seconds
from the back door of the
theater to the murder condo.
And then a minute
through the parking garage
and back up the stairs.
And then stab, stab,
stab, down the stairs,
- through the alley
- And then back on stage none the wiser.
With everyone thinking he's
behind the changing screen
during his one break in the play.
And using Hottie as his alibi.
Neither one would ever get caught.
Do you know what this means?
We just solved a murder
before it even happened.
Now we can arrest Scarf Man and Hottie.
No. It's circumstantial.
Scarf Man and Hottie
can rehearse a murder
in a mall on Black Friday
and there's nothing we can do about it.
That doesn't make any sense.
Of course, it doesn't.
But we live in a world
where it's illegal
for a woman to drive a motor vehicle
while wearing a housecoat.
So until Scarf Man actually
tries to murder his wife,
we can't do a thing.
Look, Yates is right, okay?
At this point, it's just circumstantial.
But he's going to try and kill her.
Max, I already ran their names.
Neither Scarf Man nor Hottie
have a criminal record.
No history of violence.
Nothing that would indicate murder.
Well, they're conspiring to kill her.
That's got to be some sort of crime.
Yes, it is, okay,
but they haven't
actually committed a crime
that you can prove yet.
Look, you want to get your
mind off this for a second?
Not really.
- Fine.
- Okay. My vic, Murray,
we searched his place
and found his wallet, right?
Get this.
No driver's license, no credit cards.
I bet you he hid them.
No. We searched his place
three times, came up empty.
Of course you did.
You don't hide your driver's license
and credit cards at home.
Right. 'cause you have
to take them with you.
Max, I gotta go. I'll
call you back, okay?
Good luck.
Well, I'll be damned.
How did you know to look in there?
I didn't.
It's Max's idea.
All right, so we have a
winning lottery ticket,
but we still don't have a killer.
Oh, yes, we do.
All right. There you are.
9:00. Right on schedule.
Same routine.
Now you're in position.
And so are
Here they come.
I knew it.
Now that Hottie's not the victim,
she can be on the lookout.
Here come the coveralls.
Okay, there's the knife.
He's gonna go through with it.
Where's Hottie?
[SCREAMS]
Okay. Hottie's gone.
There's no way she could
have seen me in the dark.
He's in the apartment.
[SCREAMS]
Yes!
I would have gone with the fist.
And scene.
Wow. Yates, you killed that.
Replacing the real
knife with a fake knife.
Brilliant.
Ricky, guess what, we got him.
Ricky?
Help!!!
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNT]
[GRUNTS]
Drop the knife!!!
Drop it!
I got her.
Hey.
You okay?
Yeah. I'm fine.
Here, I got you.
I mean, thanks for
coming and everything,
but I had it under control.
Right. Sure you did.
Here.
Thanks.
How did you know I was in danger?
Your new bestie, Yates.
Yeah. I was actually
already on my way here
to tell you that we solved the case.
Thanks to you.
Tell me everything.
Thanks for coming back in.
Just need to get those
signatures on your statements.
We heard you caught Alan's killer.
Yeah. Yeah.
Sadly, it was a random break-in,
but justice will be served.
Well, good.
You guys must be really
excited for Betty, huh?
Oh, you didn't hear?
Yeah. She won the lottery on Friday.
- Oh.
- 4.7 million.
Oh, right. Yeah. That was, uh
Here she is now.
Anyway, thanks for coming in.
- [SIGHS]
- You found the lotto ticket
and cashed it without us?
What?
I did not.
You're not going to get
away with this, Betty.
You barely did anything.
You had the idea to bend
up the corner of the carpet.
But that's all. I'm
the one who had to push
him harder onto the glass.
I'm the one that changed
the whole time of death.
Without me, you all wouldn't have
thought to put him into the fridge.
Well, that didn't
really help in the end.
And I did not cash any lotto tickets.
Sure you did. They just told us.
Then he's
Oh. Did you forget something?
You know what we did, actually.
[RECORDING] You found the
lotto ticket and cashed it.
To arrest you, all of you.
- What.
- Wait.
- Cuff 'em.
- But we didn't
You have the right to remain silent
Put your hands behind your back.
Anything you say can and
will be held against you.
- This is a mistake.
- You have the right to an attorney.
Getting the suspects
to turn on each other,
classic twist.
Well, how did you know
it was all of them?
So when we first interviewed them,
we took down their birthdays, of course.
Now I knew I had the
answer right in front of me,
but I just couldn't see it.
So I did what you said. Stare.
And I stared and I stared until
finally it came into focus.
Turns out their birthdays
match the numbers on the lotto tickets.
They were in a lotto pool.
Bingo.
Murray would buy the ticket
for the group every Friday.
- Except the Friday before he died.
- That's what he told them.
Let me guess, they didn't believe him.
I guess there was a little
bit of a scuffle and argument.
Murray fell through the coffee table.
Even though he was impaled
by this piece of glass,
he was still alive,
but he wouldn't tell them
where the lotto ticket was.
So that's when they pushed
him further on the glass
- and that's ultimately what killed him.
- Ouch.
He's such a nice and regular guy
and then he goes and
does something like this.
He has a daughter.
She's got a ton of
debt. She's a single mom.
She was in an accident about
a year ago, so she can't work.
I think Murray saw this
as a way out for her,
you know, financial freedom.
And the good news is that
she gets to keep the winnings.
Well, that's nice, I guess.
You really should fix the lock.
I thought you said this was a party.
Where are the beats, dorks?
[SIGHS]
I need a magic number ♪
Ooh, I got a good one.
What does it say?
That I solved your case.
- Very funny.
- You're breaking up with me.
I'm not breaking up with you, Yates.
Look, the heart wants
what the heart wants, okay?
So I'm just gonna set you
free because, you know,
if you love something, you let it go.
I'm not going anywhere.
- You're not?
- You're my partner.
I'm your partner, okay?
I even I even missed you a little.
What?
Mm.
Okay. Shut up. You're
embarrassing yourself.
Max, I'm taking you out for kebabs
even if I have to carry
you down the stairs.
What? Why is Why is everyone here?
What did I miss?
I'll explain on the way.
You had me at kebabs.
How are you still hungry?
Kebabs for dessert.
All right. Good night, guys.
- Max?
- I'm good.
Thanks.
I don't think I've ever
been in a cop car before.
So what about us?
What about us?
Are we gonna stay partners?
Look, Simmons is a great guy,
but, I mean, he's just so
Not me.
So, not you, yeah.
Okay, good, because Yates
would just not shut up.
It's almost like she has
to say every single thing
that comes to her mind.
Okay, like the other
day we were talking
and are you gonna finish this?
- Yeah, I was gonna.
- No. Okay, good.
Anyways, as I was saying,
Ricky got me the cutest
little green slime.
I love slime. It's almost like it
brings me back to my childhood.
You know what I mean?
Like, when I just hold it.
Now that I think about
it, I wonder why that is.
Maybe slime represents a
more innocent time in my life.
Let's see what we got for
the old office this time.
♪
I need you ♪
You need me ♪
Mm.
♪
Take your time, magic man ♪
Take it home ♪
Oh.
I cannot let Max see this.
Off and away with you.
Show me magic ♪
One. Two. Three. ♪
Magic number ♪
Previously on Wild Cards.
I managed to get Jonathan
Ashford's video diary.
It'll tell you everything
you need to know.
Hold the presses. You two were partners?
For you.
He's my best friend.
Six more months off my dad's sentence.
- Two weeks?
- Deal.
It's not a private
island or even a mansion,
but it is our humble home.
[JONATHAN] Most people don't
understand what it is we do.
We don't just pull off
robberies, heists or scams.
No, no. In fact, we solve puzzles.
You see, at first,
the job is nothing more
than a flash of inspiration.
An idea in your mind.
It's like a thousand
scattered pieces on the floor
that you stare at
until eventually a
picture starts to emerge.
But no matter how matter how
insoluble the puzzle seems,
there is always a solution.
Your eyes have seen it,
your brain recorded it.
And that little voice inside of you,
that thing we call instinct
is trying to guide you with confidence.
Everything you need to know is
always right in front of you.
You just have to look more closely.
Okay Ashford.
Mm. What is boss babe up to?
Where is my girl?
There you are. Right on schedule.
[SIGHS] How do you do it?
Work all those hours and still
manage to meditate every night.
You're probably meditating on ways
to leave your husband, Scarf Man.
Can he not with the duck lips.
What do we say about snooping?
Okay. What do you expect me to do?
I'm so bored being stuck
in this chair all day.
Yeah. I told you not to jump
in the children's ball pit.
I had a nickel for every
time someone said that to me.
Look, you've got a couple
more days till that cast is off
and you're rocking a cute pair of heels.
Besides, you promised you'd
keep up with your homework.
I've been watching the greatest
con man in history all day.
I just needed a little break.
Just a little break.
- Okay.
- I'll be home later.
Oh, and stop sending
me so many cat GIFs.
They're so cute, though.
They're not that cute, though.
Oh, there's one in a sombrero.
Ellis is gonna love that.
[NOTIFICATION ALERT]
- Max again?
- Let me tell you something,
Max, bored, alone and on
pain meds is not a good thing.
She won't stop sending me pictures.
What kind of pictures?
Cats. Yeah. Cats eating burritos.
Cats in tacos. Cats eating corn chips.
It's a lot of cats in Mexican food.
- I don't know why.
- Admit it.
You miss her.
Come on, no one to bounce ideas off,
no one to share inside
jokes, trade shoes with.
Trade shoes?
I just got those.
I'm wearing socks this time, relax.
Listen up, everyone.
We got a body in an apartment
at Chestnut and Shaw.
Start the engine, Simmons.
Not so fast.
I got a call this morning from the city.
Your driver's license
has been suspended.
What? They can do that?
Do you realize how many unpaid
parking tickets you have?
Yeah, tons.
I'm a cop. I can park anywhere.
Not in your civilian vehicle.
I was undercover.
At the grocery store?
Mud wrestling and medieval times.
- I'm always undercover.
- Not anymore.
You are gonna pay those
unpaid parking tickets.
Pass the written exam and
take your road test again.
Until then, you're benched.
- Ellis, Simmons, you're up.
- Yes, sir.
Like old times. Only now I'm driving.
Just hook my ride up
with a new sound system.
- Nice.
- Cool. Whatever.
Shoes back in the box.
Ellis, do not adjust my seat!
It took me months to
find the perfect setting.
These gams gotta breathe.
Those gams gotta study.
[EXHALES]
What? It's illegal to leave
unattended sheep in a truck.
Since when?
What have we got?
The deceased is Alan Murray,
45, single, lives alone.
Who's the baking squad?
Neighbors. They have a
standing Sunday night date
to watch some kind of a reality
baking show with Mr. Murray.
He wouldn't answer his door.
They called the super to unlock it.
All right, let's head inside.
I'm awfully sorry about the pie.
What pie?
[CAMERA SHUTTER SNAPS]
Oh. That pie.
♪
[CAMERA SHUTTER SNAPS]
Detective, this is the
victim's wallet, health card,
membership to a bulk grocery store,
and an auto insurance slip.
There's no credit card,
no driver's license.
Yeah, I know. Strange, right?
He's got a wad of cash in
there, so he wasn't robbed.
His recycling is neater
than my whole apartment.
This guy's place was immaculate.
Hola, chicos.
No. Yates. No, Max.
It's just us today.
Oh. Too bad.
So what's up with our guy here?
Preliminary suggests an impact wound
on the victim's right
temple, which seems consistent
with the blood smear on the
frame of the coffee table.
But the head wound was
not the cause of death.
- Can you help me roll him?
- Yeah. Come on, Simmons.
Okay. One. Two. Three.
There's not a lot of blood
given the size of the wound.
If the shard hit a major organ,
- he would have bled out from within.
- Time of death?
I put it between 8 P.M. and
10 P.M. on Saturday night.
I'll know more when I
get him back to the shop.
Okay. Thank you.
All right.
Story time.
All right. So,
approximately 24 hours ago
Alan Murray was in his
very tidy apartment.
When he tripped over
the corner of his rug,
falling onto the coffee
table where he hit his head.
Glass from the coffee table shatters,
where he falls on a shard of glass,
puncturing his back.
And an organ.
He bleeds out internally.
Seems like an accident to me.
Let's get the neighbors'
statements and call it a day.
Easy as pie.
[CAMERA SHUTTER SNAPS]
[CAMERA SHUTTER SNAPS]
So the four of you and Mr. Murray
would meet every Sunday at
6:00 P.M., is that correct?
We all bring something we baked
and then basically stuff ourselves
and watch baker's delight.
Why was it strange to you that
he didn't come to the door?
I mean, couldn't he have
just been running late?
Alan could not abide tardiness.
He scheduled his life
down to the minute.
He was crazy organized.
Yeah. When he didn't answer the door,
we called the super to let us in.
Did any of you touch the body?
I checked his pulse. I'm a nurse.
Now, did any of you guys see
anyone strange in the
building yesterday?
No.
I know who killed him.
It was that darn carpet.
All of us have tripped on
it at some time or another.
Okay, I think we're good
here. Thank you for your time.
You're free to go.
Wow, that was fast.
Although with Yates it's usually
a lot of ongoing commentary.
Oh, trust me, if Max was here,
this would have taken an hour longer.
We would have had
everyone's zodiac sign,
favorite Backstreet Boy,
current donut preference.
[CHUCKLES]
What is it?
It's just strange that a
guy that was that meticulous
wouldn't have just found the time
to fix his carpet, you know?
Yeah.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
- This is Ellis.
- Whatcha doing?
Working, Max.
How's the case going?
It's going good. Do you need something?
Yes, a new ankle. This
one's still swollen.
- I really need to go.
- Okay, tell me the truth.
And if he's around, answer in hiccups.
One means yes, two means no.
Is Simmons driving you crazy yet?
Of course not. It's great.
Cool.
That's great.
I mean, it's fine.
It's going fine, okay?
We're doing our jobs, but
I really need to go, Max.
Yeah, okay. Go, bye.
Okay, but if he tripped
on the corner of the rug,
he would have fallen
forward, not backward.
Nah, he could have twisted.
Maybe. But
there's still something
that's bothering me, his belt.
It's looped around from the left.
But all those photos, his belts
looped around from the right.
Yeah. I guess you never changed
the way you put your belt on.
Exactly. And his shoelaces are
tied in just a regular knot,
just the way you and
I would tie our shoes,
but in the photos,
his shoelaces are always
tied with a Berluti knot.
Berluti knot.
Look, Max went on
about shoelaces one time
for like, an hour. Don't ask.
So what are you saying,
somebody else tied his shoes?
More than that.
We think someone may have redressed
the victim after death.
That would explain this. Look.
Once I remove the shard
of glass in his back,
I discovered these, yellow fibers.
Right. But he was wearing
a green shirt when he died.
No. He was wearing a green
shirt when his body was found,
but according to his fibers,
he was most likely wearing
a yellow shirt when he died.
Okay, so somebody changed
his clothes after he died.
Why would they do that?
To hide evidence.
So this wasn't an
accident. This was murder.
The evidence says it
could be a bit of both.
The wound indicates
an initial impalement,
but the angle of the wound shifts.
Meaning what?
I think Alan fell on the
shard of glass but didn't die.
Then someone went out of their
way to push it in further,
which is what killed him.
Mm.
All right.
Murray was a freelance accountant
who did most of his work from home.
All his clients say he was a great guy,
just like his neighbours,
who all have solid alibis.
Just scrubbed through, I don't
know how many hours of footage
from the apartment.
It's like the quietest
building I've ever seen.
Nothing out of the ordinary
during the time frame
of Murray's murder.
I looked into his credit
cards. Nothing since Friday.
So we got a murdered
guy that everybody loved.
We know the motive wasn't robbery.
And somebody went
through all the trouble
to redress the victim
after they killed him.
So what are you thinking?
Thinking we're back
to square one, Simmons.
Forensics cracked Murray's cell phone.
They said there's over
100 pages in texts alone.
That's progress right there.
I'm going to go make some fresh coffee.
Okay.
- God.
- He makes me coffee every single day.
He even froths my milk. It's
like a party in my mouth.
♪
Ooh.
Scarf Man is throwing a
rager. And who is that Hottie?
Well, she's flirting up a storm.
As you can see, I'm super
handsome and super important
and have a great set of hair.
Oh, Scarf Man, I wish you were
as available as I clearly am.
Um
Boss Babe is not gonna
like coming home to this.
Walk away from the flirty
girl, Scarf Man, walk away.
Oh, babe, I didn't expect you
home from the office so early.
Do you know how hard it
is to be a working girl
in a non-prostitute way, of course?
I want these good for
nothings out of here right now.
I can't believe you.
Don't you know I'm an
emotionally stunted man, baby
who needs attention?
Oh. She's over it.
Yeah. Go home.
You're all too young to
be out this late anyway.
Oh, you did not just put your hand
on Hottie's lower back.
That's so brazen.
It's like the international
sign for we're banging.
[GASPS] And now
they're leaving together.
I feel you, sister.
Cheers.
Girl, it is 10:00 in the morning.
Were you up all night spying?
No.
Okay, yes. But in my defense,
there was a party going
on across the street.
Speaking of, the gift
bags last night were epic.
I brought prezzies.
Prezzies?
To keep you entertained.
Okay. Magic wand. Love it.
Princess wand for a princess.
Yeah. I don't know about that one.
[CHUCKLES] Don't even know what that is.
Slime!
The coup de grâce.
Ricky, you get me.
Yeah, I've got stories.
Way more interesting
than whatever this is.
Give me 10 minutes to shower
this this glitter off.
Okay.
Let's see what's going on in
casa de drama this morning.
What are you doing home in the
middle of the day, boss babe.
You usually meditate at 9:00.
Scarf Man, are you just getting home?
Walk of shame,
huh? What is that?
Okay, this is new.
Is that
Okay, that's a gun! He has a gun.
Ricky!!!
This is not happening.
Come on, Boss Babe, turn around.
No!
Ricky! Ricky! Come back!
Ricky!
Come on, Scarf Man. Where are you?
Where is Boss Babe,
and why does that
suitcase look so heavy?
[DIALING]
Ellis, shut up and listen.
I just saw a woman across
the street get shot.
Yes, shot.
I just witnessed a murder.
You really saw murder?
You sure you didn't just
leave the TV on, Max?
Listen to me, Scarf Man, the husband,
shot his wife, Boss Babe,
while she was meditating.
They were having trouble.
And by trouble, I mean him
because he was the one
hooking up with Hottie.
Okay, so you saw with your
own eyes this woman get shot?
Well, no, because it was
in between the windows,
- but I heard the gunshot.
- Okay, so you heard it?
Well, I didn't exactly hear
it, but it was a muzzle flash.
So you didn't really see Scarf
Man fire the gun at his wife?
No, because I'm across the street.
But I saw him roll
her out in a suitcase.
Okay, did you see him put
the body in the suitcase?
No, but it was heavy,
like human body heavy.
- Okay, well, then
- [BEEPING]
Just a sec.
This is Ellis.
- The super's arrived.
- Okay. Yeah, I'm just pulling in.
Hey, did we get any reports of gunshots
in the argyle and fifth area?
No. Meet me in interrogation.
Okay. See you soon.
Max, there hasn't been any reportings
of shootings in the area, okay?
I got to interview somebody right now.
I got to go. I'll look
into this, I promise.
Oh.
- What's that?
- That is Murray's cell phone.
It's a very interesting text exchange
between the two of you on there.
Quite the little side
hustle you had going there,
using your master key to
break into people's apartments.
Except Alan found out, didn't he?
He was going to tell the owners.
Maybe you confronted him.
Things escalated.
You panicked, tried to cover it up.
It's quite the rap sheet you got.
Two B&Es just to start.
You've been busy.
So where were you Saturday night
between the hours of
8:00 and 10:00 P.M.?
Repainting an apartment
for a new tenant.
Go ahead ask my wife.
Come on, show up, boss
babe. Prove me wrong.
[SIGHS]
Come on.
[GASPS]
- Hi.
- Hello.
This place is abnormally nice.
Do you know the self-lock
on your front door is off?
Yeah. Ricky disconnected it.
Every time he takes out the trash,
- he locks himself out.
- Huh?
Where's Ellis? Did he find Scarf Man?
Is he across the street with Simmons?
No, I checked.
No reports of gunfire.
No 911 calls in the area.
Ellis sent me on a wellness check.
But besides the hallucinations,
you seem all right.
Hallucinations?
Yeah. You're on painkillers, right?
I was once on painkillers
that made everybody
look like Margot Robbie.
That was a really great day.
Um, where are your pain meds?
I'm stone-cold sober.
Why is no one trying to
investigate that murder?
We need probable cause.
If you cry wolf and
there's no evidence of wolf,
then was there ever really a wolf?
Ooh. I'm hungry. Are you hungry?
Where's your fridge?
Then Scarf Man rolled
the suitcase out and left,
which means the body of boss babe
is still somewhere out there.
Mm.
They're out there, my
Simmons and your Ellis,
probably arguing about
where to get lunch
and playing never have I
ever used my badge to do this.
Are you jealous?
Are you not?
Okay. I have an idea.
How about I help you study
for the driver's test,
get you back on duty with Simmons.
And in return,
you help me prove that
I'm not hallucinating.
Yeah. Okay, where do you want to start?
With a little trip to my closet.
Sounds weird.
Let's go.
See that? Look familiar?
This this is footage
from the video doorbell
across from the apartment
you said that you were repainting.
Huh?
Except you left after just 20 minutes
and you didn't return for two hours.
Two hours during which
you killed Alan Murray.
No, I didn't.
Look, I'll tell you the truth,
but you got to promise
what I'm about to tell you
doesn't get back to my wife.
Ever.
So it turns out our super
was paying weekly maintenance
visits to Mrs. Roberts
on the third floor.
Yeah, she was confirmed being with him
between the hours of 8:00
P.M. 10:00 P.M. on Saturday.
So the super's not our killer.
And no one else was seen
on the victim's floor
except for the neighbors.
Which means these four
are potential suspects.
- Exactly.
- Well, uh
Betty was at the senior center.
There's Carla, who was working
the night shift at the hospital.
Josh brown, and Rebecca brown
were both at slam poetry night.
All of them confirmed.
So we have no suspects.
Come on. You two used
to be my go-to guys.
I don't know what's going on,
but you need to get out there
and find out who did this.
Yes, sir.
Testing. Testing. One, two
and five, six, seven, eight.
Cool it. I need to get into character.
[EXHALING]
I can see you looking at me.
Just this is how I do it.
[KNOCKING]
Curtains up.
Good afternoon.
My name is Yolanda, and
I have a question for you.
Do you believe in cheeses?
What?
I represent the cheese
of the month club.
And I'm here to offer you a Gouda deal.
- Work it girl.
- I don't think I'm interested.
Well, cheese is an aphrodisiac.
Do you know that?
Maybe you have a special
someone in your life.
Maybe wife?
Who knows, maybe a girlfriend.
Hey, you might have both.
Who's that?
Boss Babe?
Cheese of the month club or something.
Good afternoon.
She's alive.
But I saw him kill her.
Yeah, mostly you made an
Asiago out of yourself.
Are you sure it was boss babe,
his wife, you were talking to?
Yes. Trust me, they were married, okay?
They hated each other, I could tell.
But actually, I guess it
wasn't all for nothing.
It's all there, here.
- What is this?
- From the cheese.
I told them my payment app was
down and I could only take cash.
Share half the sale.
I gotta run, I gotta
practice parallel parking.
I'm keeping the shirt.
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
Hey. It's me.
Hey, you were right.
No murder over here.
But I think Scarf Man is
still hiding something.
- Where are you?
- I'm still stuck on this case.
Just had to get out of the
office so I could think.
Talk to me.
Okay. My vic, this guy named Murray,
was killed in his apartment
Saturday night, right?
Now, nobody other than
his neighbors or the supers
entered or exited the building
the night he was killed.
So it's one of them?
No, no, they've all been alibied.
Everything about this
guy's life was predictable.
You should see his apartment.
It was like ocd-organized.
But something's still not
sitting right with you.
I can hear it in your voice.
We've gone over
everything a hundred times.
You think you've gone over everything.
You're investigating.
Now you need to let your mind go
and let your instincts do the work.
Just go to the place and stare.
- Stare?
- Yeah, stare.
You have to make sure you're
not next to a metronome.
This one time I hypnotized myself
and ended up in a nudist
colony in new Mexico.
Why are we here again?
Murray had a system for everything.
I think that can help us.
Now, look, he kept a newspaper
for every single day of the week, right?
Now, he would fold every
newspaper twice like this
so he could put it under his arm, right?
Now, every newspaper is folded twice
except for the Saturday paper,
bought on the day he was killed.
That one is only folded once.
Come on, you gotta admit,
it's strange that a guy
who was that meticulous would have just
forgot to fold the Saturday paper.
There's a thin line between
meticulous and hoarding.
I noticed something earlier.
I didn't think anything of it.
But now that you mention it.
Murray
got a lotto ticket for every week.
This is every ticket he
got in chronological order.
And look at this,
plays the same number every week.
Only there's no ticket
from Friday's draw.
Why is that?
I mean, it's got to be
around here somewhere, right?
One place we haven't looked is a fridge.
Look, the lettuce is all wilted.
There's moldy fruit.
Oh, yeah. Even his milk is bad.
Everything's gone bad.
Butter's melted, but
everything's still cold.
What if someone took
everything out for a day
and then put it back in?
Why would somebody do that?
It doesn't make any sense.
Yeah.
Unless someone was trying
to pull a con on us.
I think you're right.
Wait, so if someone
put him in the fridge,
- that would change the time of death?
- It would.
After you called, I did a deeper
dive into some tissue samples
and noticed a few anomalies in lividity.
Okay. One more time in English, please.
The victim's blood had
pooled around his midsection
as though he were upright.
But as we know, the body
was found on its back.
So someone really
stuffed him in the fridge?
Exactly.
This changes the time
of death to Friday night
around 8:00 P.M.
Well, that's a whole day
earlier than what we thought.
Look, we need to re-interview
all the neighbors.
What better way to
give yourself an alibi
than to fake the time of death?
All right. Thanks, olive.
[JONATHAN] Time has always
been a critical part of my life
and profession, of course.
More often than not, my
freedom depended on it.
The timing of security
guards making the rounds,
a countdown to an alarm trigger
the position of the sun as
it beams through a window.
I've known many men, who in
their later years, feared time.
You know the old cliché.
There's simply not enough of it.
Not me.
I suppose I've always admired
the indifference of time
to the weight of memory, no matter what.
It just keeps on ticking.
Wait, did I see what I think I just saw?
[PHONE RINGING]
Ricky, what have you got?
So I looked into scarf
man like you asked.
He's actually got a play in
the theater across the street.
"Murder by Candlelight."
So it's a murder mystery?
Yep. He's a writer, director and star.
Typical control freak. Megalomaniac.
What about Boss Babe?
The money train. You
know, big corporate lawyer.
And get this, she owns the theater,
which doesn't make a dime.
So he's just a loser
with a wandering eye.
Yeah, well, infidelity is not
illegal, and no one's dead.
Now, get back to that video, okay?
No pouting.
I have to go. Ricky's a busy boy.
Oh. Um Yates says
we need to fix our door.
[CALL ENDS]
Ricky?
[PHONE RINGING]
Yates.
Yeah. I'll be your study buddy
if you be my homicide homie.
Yes, I still have the cheese.
We think one of Murray's baking buddies
killed him on Friday night,
but then made it seem like he
got killed on Saturday night
so they could alibi themselves out.
That's why the killer
changed Murray's clothes,
- to help with the illusion.
- Exactly.
But when it came down to
his belt and shoelaces,
they messed up.
What about the super?
Ironically, he was actually
repainting an apartment
with his wife.
Wait till you guys hear this.
Murray got that paper,
that same paper from
the same shop every day.
Just got off the phone with the owner.
He says he came through on Friday.
Got the paper, but he
did not on Saturday.
So someone planted the Saturday paper,
but they weren't smart enough to fold it
the way Murray always did.
I'm not finished. Murray also played
the same exact lottery
numbers every week.
And guess whose number
hit in this Friday's draw?
- No.
- Oh, yeah.
Murray won to the tune of $4.7 million.
And guess what?
That winning lottery
ticket is now missing.
You two just found your motive.
Get going.
Okay, what animal is it illegal
to race against on the highway?
- Dog.
- Horse.
Okay, this one's both
antiquated and judgy.
Women cannot drive in a
Simmons took Ellis to our burrito place.
Are you tracking his phone?
Of course I am. He's basically a child.
[SIGHS]
Weird. Boss Babe is meditating
during the day again.
She usually only does that at night.
Oh look!
Scarf Man is at it again.
What? I have neighbors too.
Checks his watch.
Not sure why.
Maybe they're kinky time nerds.
Coveralls on.
Whoa, whoa, that's a knife.
Oh, my gosh, he's
gonna kill you again!
Hey, stop!
Call Li, tell him I need back up!
Wait, wait, wait! Come back!
She's alive? Again?
What?
It's not his wife.
Oh my god, that's Hottie in a wig.
That's the woman I
talked to you yesterday.
With the wig, she looks
exactly like Boss Babe.
Why would she fake being his wife?
His wife that he murders.
So Hottie's pretending to meditate
just like Boss Babe and
then they're timing it.
I'm all for role playing,
but that has an ick factor of, like, 11.
Playing.
Oh, my god, you're a genius.
What if these fake murders are
rehearsals for a real murder?
Of course, there's only
one real way to be sure.
Excuse me. Are you
allowed to be back here?
Oh. I don't know.
Are those stairs allowed to be blocked?
Are those light stands in the fire lane?
- Who are you?
- I am the fire marshal.
Now leave me at once or I'll
shut this whole production down.
Mm-hmm. Go. Bye.
Testing, testing.
So you're British?
I panicked.
Are these things working?
Okay. Yates vision is a go.
Let's see if we can find Hottie.
Max, how did you get your hands
on military grade spy glasses?
Oh, Ricky. He gives the
best stocking stuffers.
Mm. Can I borrow them?
But if I forget,
kill the feed on your end
at 10:00 tonight, okay?
You definitely don't want
to see what I get up to.
Oh, check this out.
Those are all the props
Scarf Man was using in
his rehearsals with Hottie.
That's the gun, and that's the knife.
Stage manager's cue sheet.
What time does boss babe do yoga again?
She starts at 9:00 P.M. Sharp
and goes till around 9:45.
The thing is, Scarf Man is
on stage the entire time.
Yeah. Not quite.
According to this, it says that
he's got a quick change at 9:10,
and he's back on stage at 9:20.
That gives him 10 minutes
and no one would even know he's gone.
That's why he's timing himself.
Uh-oh. Tonight's the last performance.
If he's gonna kill her,
tonight's the night.
Hey, look, can you see this?
I can literally see through your eyes.
So Hottie is the play's costumer.
How do they plan to slip in and
out without anybody noticing?
I think I know how.
Hey, I can see you. Can you see me?
Yeah, I can see you and
I can see your binoculars.
You might want to invest in some blinds.
Okay. I'd say it's about 30 seconds
from the back door of the
theater to the murder condo.
And then a minute
through the parking garage
and back up the stairs.
And then stab, stab,
stab, down the stairs,
- through the alley
- And then back on stage none the wiser.
With everyone thinking he's
behind the changing screen
during his one break in the play.
And using Hottie as his alibi.
Neither one would ever get caught.
Do you know what this means?
We just solved a murder
before it even happened.
Now we can arrest Scarf Man and Hottie.
No. It's circumstantial.
Scarf Man and Hottie
can rehearse a murder
in a mall on Black Friday
and there's nothing we can do about it.
That doesn't make any sense.
Of course, it doesn't.
But we live in a world
where it's illegal
for a woman to drive a motor vehicle
while wearing a housecoat.
So until Scarf Man actually
tries to murder his wife,
we can't do a thing.
Look, Yates is right, okay?
At this point, it's just circumstantial.
But he's going to try and kill her.
Max, I already ran their names.
Neither Scarf Man nor Hottie
have a criminal record.
No history of violence.
Nothing that would indicate murder.
Well, they're conspiring to kill her.
That's got to be some sort of crime.
Yes, it is, okay,
but they haven't
actually committed a crime
that you can prove yet.
Look, you want to get your
mind off this for a second?
Not really.
- Fine.
- Okay. My vic, Murray,
we searched his place
and found his wallet, right?
Get this.
No driver's license, no credit cards.
I bet you he hid them.
No. We searched his place
three times, came up empty.
Of course you did.
You don't hide your driver's license
and credit cards at home.
Right. 'cause you have
to take them with you.
Max, I gotta go. I'll
call you back, okay?
Good luck.
Well, I'll be damned.
How did you know to look in there?
I didn't.
It's Max's idea.
All right, so we have a
winning lottery ticket,
but we still don't have a killer.
Oh, yes, we do.
All right. There you are.
9:00. Right on schedule.
Same routine.
Now you're in position.
And so are
Here they come.
I knew it.
Now that Hottie's not the victim,
she can be on the lookout.
Here come the coveralls.
Okay, there's the knife.
He's gonna go through with it.
Where's Hottie?
[SCREAMS]
Okay. Hottie's gone.
There's no way she could
have seen me in the dark.
He's in the apartment.
[SCREAMS]
Yes!
I would have gone with the fist.
And scene.
Wow. Yates, you killed that.
Replacing the real
knife with a fake knife.
Brilliant.
Ricky, guess what, we got him.
Ricky?
Help!!!
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNT]
[GRUNTS]
Drop the knife!!!
Drop it!
I got her.
Hey.
You okay?
Yeah. I'm fine.
Here, I got you.
I mean, thanks for
coming and everything,
but I had it under control.
Right. Sure you did.
Here.
Thanks.
How did you know I was in danger?
Your new bestie, Yates.
Yeah. I was actually
already on my way here
to tell you that we solved the case.
Thanks to you.
Tell me everything.
Thanks for coming back in.
Just need to get those
signatures on your statements.
We heard you caught Alan's killer.
Yeah. Yeah.
Sadly, it was a random break-in,
but justice will be served.
Well, good.
You guys must be really
excited for Betty, huh?
Oh, you didn't hear?
Yeah. She won the lottery on Friday.
- Oh.
- 4.7 million.
Oh, right. Yeah. That was, uh
Here she is now.
Anyway, thanks for coming in.
- [SIGHS]
- You found the lotto ticket
and cashed it without us?
What?
I did not.
You're not going to get
away with this, Betty.
You barely did anything.
You had the idea to bend
up the corner of the carpet.
But that's all. I'm
the one who had to push
him harder onto the glass.
I'm the one that changed
the whole time of death.
Without me, you all wouldn't have
thought to put him into the fridge.
Well, that didn't
really help in the end.
And I did not cash any lotto tickets.
Sure you did. They just told us.
Then he's
Oh. Did you forget something?
You know what we did, actually.
[RECORDING] You found the
lotto ticket and cashed it.
To arrest you, all of you.
- What.
- Wait.
- Cuff 'em.
- But we didn't
You have the right to remain silent
Put your hands behind your back.
Anything you say can and
will be held against you.
- This is a mistake.
- You have the right to an attorney.
Getting the suspects
to turn on each other,
classic twist.
Well, how did you know
it was all of them?
So when we first interviewed them,
we took down their birthdays, of course.
Now I knew I had the
answer right in front of me,
but I just couldn't see it.
So I did what you said. Stare.
And I stared and I stared until
finally it came into focus.
Turns out their birthdays
match the numbers on the lotto tickets.
They were in a lotto pool.
Bingo.
Murray would buy the ticket
for the group every Friday.
- Except the Friday before he died.
- That's what he told them.
Let me guess, they didn't believe him.
I guess there was a little
bit of a scuffle and argument.
Murray fell through the coffee table.
Even though he was impaled
by this piece of glass,
he was still alive,
but he wouldn't tell them
where the lotto ticket was.
So that's when they pushed
him further on the glass
- and that's ultimately what killed him.
- Ouch.
He's such a nice and regular guy
and then he goes and
does something like this.
He has a daughter.
She's got a ton of
debt. She's a single mom.
She was in an accident about
a year ago, so she can't work.
I think Murray saw this
as a way out for her,
you know, financial freedom.
And the good news is that
she gets to keep the winnings.
Well, that's nice, I guess.
You really should fix the lock.
I thought you said this was a party.
Where are the beats, dorks?
[SIGHS]
I need a magic number ♪
Ooh, I got a good one.
What does it say?
That I solved your case.
- Very funny.
- You're breaking up with me.
I'm not breaking up with you, Yates.
Look, the heart wants
what the heart wants, okay?
So I'm just gonna set you
free because, you know,
if you love something, you let it go.
I'm not going anywhere.
- You're not?
- You're my partner.
I'm your partner, okay?
I even I even missed you a little.
What?
Mm.
Okay. Shut up. You're
embarrassing yourself.
Max, I'm taking you out for kebabs
even if I have to carry
you down the stairs.
What? Why is Why is everyone here?
What did I miss?
I'll explain on the way.
You had me at kebabs.
How are you still hungry?
Kebabs for dessert.
All right. Good night, guys.
- Max?
- I'm good.
Thanks.
I don't think I've ever
been in a cop car before.
So what about us?
What about us?
Are we gonna stay partners?
Look, Simmons is a great guy,
but, I mean, he's just so
Not me.
So, not you, yeah.
Okay, good, because Yates
would just not shut up.
It's almost like she has
to say every single thing
that comes to her mind.
Okay, like the other
day we were talking
and are you gonna finish this?
- Yeah, I was gonna.
- No. Okay, good.
Anyways, as I was saying,
Ricky got me the cutest
little green slime.
I love slime. It's almost like it
brings me back to my childhood.
You know what I mean?
Like, when I just hold it.
Now that I think about
it, I wonder why that is.
Maybe slime represents a
more innocent time in my life.
Let's see what we got for
the old office this time.
♪
I need you ♪
You need me ♪
Mm.
♪
Take your time, magic man ♪
Take it home ♪
Oh.
I cannot let Max see this.
Off and away with you.
Show me magic ♪
One. Two. Three. ♪
Magic number ♪