"What are you doing here?" "I thought you might have a hot tip for me." "I thought we were meeting at your place." "I won't tell if you won't." "Baby, the senior V.P.'s just down the hall." "Yes..." "But that's what makes it fun." "I am a lucky man." "Yes, you are." "You have to get your volunteer hours somewhere." "What would you rather be doing?" "Hanging out with my friends?" "But this is something we can do together." "We never have any time just you and me." "Oh..." "Wonder why." "It's going to look good on your college applications." "It rounds out the piano and the gymnastics..." "Mom, the phone's freaking it out." "Stephanie Carson." "Yes." "Peyton." "I am so glad you called." "I have an investment opportunity, and I thought of you first." "Stenwick Financial." "Mom, I've got it." "I am only trying to help." "You shared a remand cell with Derek Caster... yes, Boss." "And you killed him because he wouldn't give you his pudding." "It was vanilla." "You stabbed him eight times." "It was good pudding." "Is it just a coincidence you decided to kill your cell mate right as his lawyer was negotiating his plea bargain?" "Story ain't gonna change." "Guard." "What have we got?" "Anonymous report of a dead body." "You primary?" "Lucas." "Ah." "Boy scout finally got his merit badge, huh?" "Three times in the last six months." "Closed them all." "Garvey offer you any new insight?" "Derek Caster was not killed for pudding." "Well, there's no evidence that Neville Montgomery had him killed to keep him quiet." "No." "I guess it could be straight up revenge." "You know, Caster kills Neville's daughter," "Neville has Caster killed." "Yeah, different theory, same problem." "No direct communication between Montgomery and Garvey." "That we can find." "Maybe you can't find it because it doesn't exist." "Did I get a coffee?" "That doesn't mean that Caster was lying about Montgomery." "Okay, but it does mean that the investigation has hit a dead end." "Oh, so you're saying it's the classic pudding motive." "The proof is in the pudding." "I think "the plot thickens."" "You're killing me." "One cream, two sugars." "Thank you." "You're welcome." "So, you want me to... canvass the building?" "No, I've got uniforms on it." "Why don't you go check in with Betty?" "That's a nice view." "Hey, hey, hey, guys." "Can we get a little bit of room here?" "Give us a little bit of space here." "Jeez." "It's good to have you back." "Overdose?" "See the bruising, with the puncture wound in the middle?" "Yeah." "That's consistent with a forceful injection." "Hmm, well, I saw the flowers on the floor in there." "Looks like there was a struggle." "Yeah, I'd say she fought right up until the drug took effect." "Gonna need a full rape kit." "She was placed here." "Mm-hmm, that's not all." "Killing her wasn't enough." "A killer writes on a victim like that, it usually means zero remorse." "Yeah, we should run the details through the violent crimes database." "See if we get a match." "Got a lot of sex toys in the closet, restraints, lubricants, a bouquet of condoms." "A whole bunch in the bathroom, too." "Guess what we don't have, we don't have I.D., a wallet, any indication of who might live here." " She was a pro." " Thank you." "I'm thinking that's a possibility, yes." "All right, no passcode." "Do have a first name, Sienna." "Right there, there's the 9-1-1 call, 7:32 this morning." "The caller identified himself as John Smith." "Oh, that's original." "Then she had a 7:30 a.m. with a Brent Boorman." "That's early." "He could be a morning person." "Last night 8:00 p.m. to midnight, she was with Hamish Taggart." "We gotta talk to him, too." "Yeah." "So, how do you want us to handle this?" "If you want to take a run at Hamish Taggart," "Angie and I can talk to Brent Boorman." "Can you find numbers for them in there?" "Yes." "And can you also get me a list of everyone she talked to in the last 24 hours?" "I... will do." "Mom!" "Mom?" "I can't find my lunch." "Just get a 20 out of my wallet." "Where is it?" "I left it in there." "Oh, God." "No, no, no, no." "No, I will get it." "Mom, I've got it." "I..." "Come on, let's go." "I'm gonna be late." "Give me five minutes." "Way to stick it, Madison!" "Yes..." "She has worked so hard on that landing." "Anyway, I would be happy to give your portfolio a second opinion." "I couldn't ask you to do that." "No, it would be my pleasure." "Thank you." "Are you and Keith free for dinner next Saturday?" "I'm dying to show off my new kitchen." "I would love to." "And there he is." "Let me call him right now." "Yeah, yeah." "I see you." "I'll be right there." "So, Mr. Boorman, you're senior vice president, creative?" "Yeah, it's very demanding, which is why I'm wondering how long is this going to take?" "I'm sure with a job like yours, there's always a lot on the line." "What time did you get to work this morning?" "Uh..." "I don't really remember." "It was early." "The reason why I ask is 9-1-1 received a call this morning reporting a dead body." "What's that got to do with me?" "According to the victim's calendar, she was scheduled to meet with a Mr. Boorman at 7:30 a.m." "It's obviously a different Brent Boorman." "Unfortunately, you're the only Brent Boorman in the city." "I don't know what to tell you." "You got the wrong guy... we know you made the call, Brent." "No, no, I didn't... did you kill Sienna?" "Don't lie to me." "Listen, I am not lying to you..." " look at me." " I'm looking at you, she was dead when I got there." "How'd you get in?" "Someone let me in downstairs." "I went upstairs to her apartment, which was unlocked." "I knocked, I entered, and that's..." "That's when I found her." "You expect me to believe that?" "I'm telling you the truth." "I am telling you the truth." "I was with my wife all last night, okay?" "Now, she's the one that dropped me off at Sienna's building this morning." "Did you say your wife dropped you off?" "Yeah." "I tell her it's therapy." "Nice." "She doesn't have to hear about all of this, does she?" "Well, that depends on how well you cooperate." "Are you going to cooperate?" "I will cooperate." "I'll tell you whatever you want to hear." "Yeah, you will." "You'll also come down to the station to give us your statement." "Nice work." "Listen, I'm sorry that I took control of the interview back there." "It's just, I saw the marks on his wrist, and I knew that Sienna had the BDSM gear... it's fine." "I Just... it's fine." "I was setting him up to remember everything that he had to lose." "Right." "We got what we needed." "So, we're good?" "Yeah." "Um... ah!" "Stephanie, you shouldn't be back here." "I'm..." "I have to take this." "Uh, Stephanie Carson..." "Oh, Peyton." "I didn't..." "I didn't get back to you, Peyton." "Um... yeah." "Oh, oh, good for you." "Yes, the kids will love it." "Um, let me get to the office so we can strategize." "Yeah..." "Is that for me?" "What a thoughtful husband." "I don't believe we've met." "I'm Stephanie." "That's our daughter, Madison." "I'm Jennifer." "Kate's mom." "Uh-huh." "So, what were you kids talking about?" "Uh... just, uh, helicopter parents." "You know how they kind of just hover?" "I should probably go." "It was nice meeting you." "You too." "Bye." "Nice of you to ignore my phone call." "Come on," "I was in the middle of a conversation." "I was going to see you in two seconds anyway, what's the big deal?" "Everybody saw you flirting." "It's humiliating." "This is our community." "These are my clients." "I'm sorry, I forgot to clear it with you first." "May I please talk to our daughter's friend's mom?" "Would that be okay?" "Way to go, Madison!" "Hey." "How's it going?" "Just balancing leave requests with shift rotation." "Real complex stuff." "What's up?" "You know the desk you gave me?" "It's not a great fit." "You came in here to complain about your desk?" "No, no, I'm telling you it actually does not fit in the space." "Every time someone opens the door, they smash into the desk." "It's a real design flaw." "Okay, so, you're asking me to sign off on you moving your desk, then, is that it?" "No, I don't..." "I don't want anything from you," "I just... ah, I just came in here to vent." "Oh." "Alright then." "Go ahead." "I'm finished now." "All right." "Thank you for letting me come back." "I know you didn't have to." "Sure I did." "Boyd was very, very clear." "When I left," "I did not stop to think that it might look like I was being punished and you weren't." "And for that, I am s..." "What brought this on?" "The spirit of clean slates, I guess." "Well, I for one, am very glad that you're back." "The section needs you." "As you were." "Now, I paid for the girlfriend experience." "Four hours." "We went out for dinner, and then we went back to her condo, and I was supposed to be there until midnight, but she kicked me out early." "Ouch." "You must have been upset." "Well, I was disappointed, but..." "She was really nice about it." "But you had paid for the full experience." "Well, she gave me a partial refund on my credit card." "I could tell she felt bad." "She gave you a refund?" "Is that weird?" "It's unusual." "Can you prove it?" "Yeah, she emailed me the receipt." "Okay, that's a little weird." "I'm going to need to see that receipt, please, Hamish." "What time did you leave Sienna's condo?" "Um... around 10:00." "She had double-booked herself." "She was in a hurry to get rid of me." "Did she mention a name?" "How about when you left, did you see anybody in the hallway, elevator, lobby?" "No." "Um, oh, here's the receipt." ""True journey life coaching."" "Last night was supposed to be my first time." "First time with Sienna?" "With anyone." "Well, I bet he never goes to a prostitute again." "I think there's a lot he may never do again." "So, a cab driver picked up Hamish 10:02 p.m." "Hamish's mother confirms he got in around 10:30, and, are you ready for this?" "They had rhubarb pie and watched Doctor Who." "Aw." "Brent Boorman was with his wife and kids all night." "Okay." "So who's this mystery client that she kicked Hamish out for, huh?" "Violas didn't have anything matching our killer's M.O." ""True journey life coaching"?" "That's new." "Sienna's company." "Owned and operated by Erica Grey." "Can I borrow that?" "Mm-hmm." "Angie, can you grab her driver's license photo?" "Yeah." "Can I use your desk?" "Yes." "Okay, Erica's company owned the condo downtown." "Where she ran her business." "She kept impeccable books." "Good assets, no debt." "Well, that's definitely her." "Huh." "I wonder how her husband felt about her career choice." "She's married." "Do you remember your very first notification?" "How I had to drive around the block three times because I thought you were going to barf." "I remember." "You're not like that now." "How are things with Sung?" "Broke up." "Want to listen to some music?" "Please." "You knew she was a sex trade worker?" "That's how we met." "You were her client?" "I know how it sounds..." "But we fell in love." "Sure." "I get that." "We have a daughter, and..." "How am I going to tell her?" "Well, you obviously had a very strong relationship." "We had ground rules." "No unprotected sex, no weekends, no emotional attachments." "Still, I'm sure it required a lot of negotiation." "We had the same priorities." "I used to work in sales, I was never home." "We realized that Erica going back to work was the best option." "Minimal hours, flexible schedule, good money?" "She made twice what I did." "And how much does your daughter know about Erica's career?" "She thinks her mom's a life coach." "Was Erica having trouble with any of her clients?" "No." "No, she only had a few, and I always knew who she was seeing and when." "So last night was..." "A new client." "Hamish Taggart, 8:00 till 12:00." "She was going to sleep at the condo because she was going to see Brent Boorman this morning." "She told Hamish she double-booked and she kicked him out at 10:00." "Any idea who that was for?" "No." "No, I mean, that doesn't make any sense." "I'm home!" "Jayda..." "Dad, what's wrong?" "Well, he knew her client schedule." "He had no idea about last night's double booking." "You think it was him?" "No." "But I don't understand how he was okay with his wife sleeping with other men." "Yeah, unless he's one hell of an actor, he really is okay with it." "No way I could handle that." "Well, I guess you'd just have to think of your wife as bagging groceries instead of bagging guys." "Or just don't think about it at all." "Hey, how'd it go with the husband?" "He knew all about Erica's job and he was fine with it." "And his alibi checks out." "He was with their daughter all night." "Everybody's here." "Yeah, the whole family." "She was injected with pentobarbital." "Put down like a dog." "Okay, so we're looking for somebody with medical expertise?" "The killer knew enough to jab the needle straight into the carotid artery so that the drug would go straight to Erica's brain." "But you see this diffuse pattern of scratches and bruising around the neck and chin?" "Yeah, looks like the killer might have had her in a choke hold?" "That's exactly what I was thinking." "Any evidence of sexual assault?" "No further trauma to the body, and forensics found no other fluids." "Sexual dysfunction meshes with the serial killer theory." "Yeah, but there was no match in the violas database." "If one of her clients couldn't get it up, maybe he took it out on her." "Hmm, or maybe someone just didn't like what she did for a living and needed to express moral outrage," "I don't know." "That's an angle to investigate." "I'm just saying we don't rule out one theory over another." "When have we ever done that?" "Betty, I know you're swamped." "Is there anything else?" "Um, no, Oscar, I think we are good here." "Thanks." "Hmm." "Oh, having a party?" "It's just a small dinner for clients." "You guys are welcome to join, if you want." "Should be fun." "Yes." "Why don't you come?" "You know what, thanks, but we're barbecuing tonight." "Yeah, then we're going to take Jayda to a movie, so..." "Now, see, that sounds like fun." "Hey, Jayda, come on, let's go." "Madison, hurry up!" " Bye." " Bye." "Mom..." "Have you heard the news?" "Oh, sweetheart." "Oh..." "How is Jayda?" "It's so sad." "I know, that poor, poor girl." "Did you eat anything?" "I'm not hungry." "Oh, I just want you to keep your energy up for tomorrow." "I'm not going." "Of course you're going." "It's the championships." "That scout is going to be there." "How can you even think about that?" "Jayda's mom was just killed, and all you care about is some stupid scout?" "I care about your future." "I want you to have everything you deserve." "I hate it here." "This place is a hell hole." "I did not do anything." "About what?" "At the morgue." "I did not rule out Lucas's theory." "Okay." "Someone left this for you at reception." "Oh." "Thank you." "Hey, did we ever match that lipstick?" "Oh, thank you." "12 different shades, none of them matched the writing on our victim." "Maybe the killer kept it as a souvenir." "You mean, like a serial killer?" "Yeah." "I get it." "Hey." "Finally heard back from Erica's client," "Ethan Dunsmuir." "He called her yesterday morning." "Okay, so maybe Erica booted Hamish for him." "Oh, Angie." "Yeah." "Can I get you to track the pentobarbital?" "Yeah." "I'm on it." "Sorry." "Was that desk always there?" "I am on it." "I'll check that." "Pentobarbital..." "I saw Sienna once a week." "She was discreet, professional." "Super smart with her money." "She was on track to retire before 50." "Drink?" "Thanks, we're on duty." "So, when was the last time you saw her?" "Tuesday night." "She came here." "Here?" "To this office?" "She knew what her clients wanted." "You called her the morning that she died." "What did you talk about?" "I had to cancel next Tuesday's date." "We'll need to know where were you were in between 10:00 p.m. Thursday and 6:00 a.m. Friday." "Out with my brother." "I crashed at his place." "We'll need to verify that." "Go ahead." "Okay." "God, I..." "I can't believe this happened." "It sounds like she was very special to you." "Trust me, Detective," "I had no illusions about our relationship." "Detective Flynn?" "I thought I saw you at the church." "Maria, that was a lovely service." "It was stuffy and about eight hymns too long." "London would've hated it." "I am dying for a burger right now." "God, I can't believe I just said that." "Have you tried the double cheese at Newman's on second?" "Oh, why did you bring that up?" "Robert!" "This is Detective Angie Flynn." "She solved London's murder." "Well, it was a team effort." "I'm sorry for your loss." "This is beyond the call." "We're glad you came, and that you found justice for London so quickly." "About that." "Would you tell your father I appreciate his gesture, but I can't accept gifts." "Would you like to speak to him?" "No." "No, no." "Not today." "That was a beautiful eulogy you gave your sister." "Thank you." "I'm just sorry Derek Caster was killed before he could answer for his crimes." "Well, as far as I'm concerned, he got what he deserved." "Robert, sweetheart..." "No, no, no, I get it." "I can't imagine how betrayed you must feel, especially since Derek did so much work for your family over the years." "Oh, no, he worked for our attorney." "We had no association with him." "He seemed to have some harsh opinions about your father." "You don't get to Neville's level of success without making a few enemies." "And I'm sure the last thing he wants to deal with right now is that class action suit." "We settled that." "With everything that's happened, he just wanted that to go away." "I'm sure he did." "Would you excuse us, Detective?" "Detective..." "Did the fund manager have an alibi?" "Yeah." "Ethan's brother confirms he was with him all night." "Hmm." "So, how was the funeral?" "Pardon?" "How was the funeral?" "How do you know everything?" "I'm a Detective." "Thank you." "I've got to get back to the pentobarbital." "No, that's okay, Lucas put me on it." "No, I'm doing that... not anymore." "That's good." "That was supposed to be my thing." "It's not like I dropped the ball." "I just juggled it, a little." "Well, unfortunately, there's nothing special about the pentobarbital." "We have zero leads on her killer." "All of Erica's clients have alibis." "All of them." "Well, when you do find him, and I know that you will, tell me, because I have a few choice things" "I'd like to write on his forehead." "Yeah." "Hey, Bets..." "Is there a way that you can tell whether this lipstick was hers or someone else's?" "I could check for epithelial cells... would you?" "Sure." "What are you thinking?" "I'm thinking I owe Lucas some kind of magic." "How are you holding up?" "Jayda told me that Keith moved out." "If there's anything I can do... thank you." "That means... so much to me." "You've always been so kind, and I've never done anything nice for you." "That's okay." "No, no, it's selfish." "You always drive Madison to all those events, and I never do anything." "Let me..." "Take you to lunch this Friday." "Okay." "So, the man in the blue jacket, third row, that's the scout." "I don't know how you expect me to have it all together and perfect when everything in my life is the total opposite." "Because that's the way life is, Madison." "Put everything out of your mind." "Just focus." "I'm supposed to forget that my friend's mother was murdered?" "That you and dad are getting a divorce?" "Sweetheart, that's exactly what I'm telling you." "This is your moment to shine." "With Jayda out, you are far and away the best one here." "That's not how I wanted to win." "There's no wrong way to win, Madison." "We need the scholarship." "Go get it." "Hey." "So, I've been thinking about the lipstick on Erica's forehead." "We never found a match at her condo or house, did we?" "No, maybe the killer took it with him." "Right." "But then I thought, what if the lipstick was not our victim's?" "And Betty came through." "There were female epithelial cells in the lipstick." "They do not belong to our victim." "So, maybe the killer brought his... or her own." "Want me to jump back on the pento?" "No." "No, Oscar's got that covered." "We need to revisit Erica's roster." "Interview her clients' wives." "Let's give her a big hand!" "Next up, Madison Carson." "Madison!" "Madison!" "A prostitute!" "Are you kidding me?" "Baby..." "Stop it." "Listen to me, baby, listen to me." "It didn't mean anything." "I wasn't even in love with her, okay?" "Don't talk to me." "So I'm guessing she had an alibi." "Yeah, she was up all night with her sick kid before taking the twins to daycare at 8:00 a.m., dropping Mr. Boorman off at his therapy appointment on the way." "That marriage was doomed from the start." "Alright, so, where are we at?" "Erica's clients and their wives are all clear." "It's got to be someone from her personal life." "I can't imagine anyone wanting to hurt Erica." "You were close?" "We met at gymnastics, through our kids." "She just seemed so warm and friendly." "Doug, too, and they just..." "Seemed so happy together." "What about the other parents there?" "You think they felt the same way?" "She might have had a little thing with Stephanie Carson at the club a couple weeks ago." "Yeah?" "What kind of little thing?" "Well, I didn't hear what it was about, but it looked like they were arguing." "It was probably Keith." "Stephanie's husband?" "She acted like every woman there wanted to sleep with him." "Did they?" "These are beautiful." "You and Erica had a lot of friends." "Um, mostly other parents." "People we've met over the years through Jayda." "Everyone's been so kind." "Excuse me." "Who sent these ones?" "Um..." "Jayda, do you know who sent these?" "Madison's mom." "Stephanie?" "Well, it's just that, well, Erica didn't really like her." "Yes, she did." "Mr. and Mrs. Carson were getting a divorce." "Mom was helping her out." "Hmm." "According to Jayda," "Stephanie and Keith Carson's marriage was on the rocks." "Oscar talked to one of the gymnastics moms, and, apparently, Stephanie thought that her husband was cheating on her, so..." "Maybe Erica was the other woman." "Yeah, but Keith Carson wasn't on the client list." "What if they were having an affair?" "Where would she find the time?" "Let's bring Mr. Carson in." "Uh, no, I wasn't sleeping with Erica." "I barely knew her." "Look, Stephanie is paranoid, okay?" "I even smile at another woman, it means I'm screwing her." "What was Stephanie and Erica's relationship like?" "Superficial." "Just like everything else in her life." "She didn't care that I cheated." "She cared if people thought I had." "You have a lot of hostility towards your wife." "We're getting divorced." "She's crying poor, coming after me for support, but she made seven figures last year." "Now she's trying to tell me it's all gone." "Come on." "Yeah, I'm hostile." "You told the cops that I was banging Erica Grey?" "You think that's going to get you sole custody, or something?" "What are you talking about?" "They just finished grilling me about how I knew her." "Start at the beginning, tell me everything, exactly the way they said it." "You really are a piece of work, Stephanie, you know that?" "Can we..." "let's just keep our voices down." "Can we go inside and talk this through?" "Go to hell." "Okay?" "Just go to hell." "Keith!" "Keith!" "Stephanie Carson, she's an investment advisor at Hillridge Financial." "So, was Erica her client?" "No." "They knew each other through their daughters' gymnastics club." "That all we've got?" "Well, there was an argument between Stephanie and the victim a couple of weeks ago, possibly about an affair with Stephanie's husband." "She did send a truckload of flowers over there." "Nothing says "I feel guilty" like a big bouquet." "Okay, can we put her at the crime scene?" "We do have female DNA on the lipstick." "We could ask her for a sample." "What do you think?" "Let's take a run at her." "You have a lovely home." "Thank you." "Is this your daughter?" "Yes." "We talked to some of the other gymnastics parents." "Sounds like Madison and Jayda had a friendly rivalry." "Oh, Jayda is a fierce competitor, but, yes, they're very good friends." "Your husband moved out recently, didn't he?" "Yes." "And he told us you're suing him for divorce." "What does that have to do with anything?" "Well..." "We're wondering if Keith was one of Erica's clients?" "My husband..." "Does not go to prostitutes." "How did you know Erica was in the sex trade?" "Everyone knew." "Jennifer, Peyton, Lily, none of the other gymnastics parents knew." "Gossip travels." "Have you ever been to Erica's place of business?" "Her condo downtown?" "No." "Where were you between 10:00 p.m. Thursday and 6:00 a.m. Friday?" "Here." "At home." "Can anyone corroborate that?" "My daughter, Madison, who is not here right now, but I can arrange for you to speak with her later." "Oh, that's okay, our partner's doing that right now." "You can't talk to her without a parent present." "Oh, it's okay, her father's with her." "She volunteers at an animal shelter, doesn't she?" "Yes." "It was my mom's idea." "She started volunteering here a few years ago." "Said it would look good on my scholarship applications." "I see, so she volunteers here as well?" "She did it to land the vet as a client." "Yes, Madison loves animals, and she needs those volunteer hours for her college applications." "Of course." "But isn't it hard for her when they have to put the animal down?" "Uh..." "Don't they use pentobarbital for that?" "That's right." "Same as on death row." "What time did your mom get home Thursday night?" "I don't know." "I was out with my dad." "She's suing me for sole custody, won't even agree to every other weekend, then all of a sudden," "I've got to pick Madison up at school, which I'm more than happy to do, sweetheart." "Did she say why?" "I don't know, a power play?" "She's still trying to control me, I guess?" "What time did you get home, Madison?" "Dad dropped me off around 11:00." "I went straight to my room." "So you're not sure if your mother was home." "Would you be willing to give us a DNA sample?" "Oh, no, no," "I'm not comfortable with that." "It's really easy, I just swab the inside of your mouth..." "I don't think so." "Then we could rule you out as a suspect... no." "If she doesn't want to do it, that's okay, she doesn't have to." "Thank you." "We'll be back with a warrant." "Ah." "This really is a nice house." "All the bottles are accounted for." "This one is 25 mills short." "Well, I'll have to take that bottle for further investigation." "Of course." "Did Stephanie Carson have access to the pharmaceuticals?" "The vet caught her near the medical supply room the day after the murder." "The lab's checking the bottle for prints." "Alright, I like it." "I think I can get you a warrant on the DNA sample." "What's the motive?" "All we've got is their daughters and the gymnastics club." "Maybe Stephanie wanted to eliminate her daughter's competition?" "Yeah, I thought that, too, but then why not kill Jayda instead of the mom?" "We've been focusing on Erica's secret life." "What if Stephanie has one, too?" "I know how much money she makes as a financial advisor at Hillridge." "There's no way that her income matches her lifestyle." "You think she's running something on the side?" "I think that warrant will help us find out." "I'd advise you to stop deleting evidence." "You can't just... barge in here!" "Well, warrant says we can." "Here's an investment statement that you provided Erica Grey." "Why didn't you tell us she was your client?" "Because this is a work of fiction." "You're hiding behind a legitimate job at Hillridge, but you're running a Ponzi scheme on the side." "You're paying one client's return with another client's money and skimming 20% off the top for yourself." "Yeah." "I take a reasonable commission based on my expertise and level of service." "Return is directly correlated to risk." "U.S. treasury is offering 0.6 % on a two-year year note, and you are promising a no-risk return 2,000% higher?" "Erica figured it out, though, didn't she?" "What would you say about a no-risk investment, guaranteed to pay 12.5%?" "What's the pitch?" "Every day super computers make hundreds of thousands of trades using some sort of algorithm." "And end the day in cash?" "Exactly." "I'd say someone wants to screw you, and not in the fun way." "I wouldn't go anywhere near that." "Yeah, that's what I thought, too." "If only Erica had talked to her friend before she gave you 50 grand." "She was embarrassed about falling for your scam." "She wanted to fix her mistake before her husband found out." "I want out." "I told you, they just put up gates, so we have to wait 90 days for a window to open." "I don't care what you have to do, take it out of your own account, sell your house, pawn that rock," "I want my money." "You are overreacting." "Your investment is compounding." "If I don't get my money by the end of the week," "I'm calling the police." "You've heard so many horror stories, but I hate to see you so stressed." "Okay, let me figure something out, and I'll get back to you." "You do that." "But there was no money to pay her back, was there?" "This is all a house of cards." "You couldn't let her expose you." "I am so sorry, Hamish." "I completely forgot about this other appointment." "If I could cancel it, I would, but I'll make it up to you." "We'll do it again, okay?" "Should I call you tomorrow, or..." "Yeah, any time." "Sorry." "Here is your bank draft for 68,000." "Your investment, plus interest." "Not bad for three months." "Thank you." "And I just have some paperwork" "I need you to sign here..." "Once you realized she was a sex trade worker, you staged her death to make it look like a man killed her." "We're going to need you to provide us with that DNA sample now." "That your report?" "Yup." "'Cause fraud squad is drooling over the financial side of this one." "Stephanie's scam is just a great case study." "Stephanie still thinks there's a way out of it." "We didn't expect her to go down without a fight." "Look at everything that she did to get where she was." "Your solve rate is 4 and 0, buddy." "I should buy you a drink." "Thank you, but I have a date." "All right." "Glad to have you back, Angie." "Yeah?" "How glad?" "I'm keeping the desk." "Oh..." "Don't you have a murder to investigate?" "It would be great if you could find the body." "A murder becomes a mystery we need to speak to you about Robin Gould." "Is she okay?" "Where were you last night?" "So much for Isaac Griffin's alibi." "And the motive, even more mysterious." "All we have is a trail of blood leading into the woods." "What if that's because, there's nothing for it to lead to." "Robin?" "Alexis Bledel guest stars is that you?"