"Shit!" "Well, that sucked royally." "Okay, you can stop now." "So, that wasn't the worst idea in the world." "See?" "Not the "lying to Jeff" part." "Well, it's not exactly lying." "I mean, technically, you still did spend the weekend with him." "I feel so guilty telling my son that my flight to Atlanta left this morning so I could spend a few hours alone with you." "No." "No, no, no." "I get it." "I do." "I mean, how long have we been trying to figure this out, and now that we finally can..." "You're in Atlanta?" "Hey, at least now, while we're trying to figure it out, we're trying to figure it out together..." "Wearing as little as possible." "Jim?" "Jim?" " Hey, Jeff." " Hey." "Uh, I knocked, but I guess you didn't hear." "I used the keys you gave me." "Right." "No, no, no." "I was just, uh..." "I was just..." "I was getting ready." "So, uh... for work." "Uh, so, what's up?" "What's going on?" " E-everything okay?" " Uh, yeah." "Mom had an 8:00 flight back to Atlanta and forgot to give me the 75 bucks I need for soccer camp." "So, uh, think you could lend me some money?" " 75 bucks." " Yeah." "Yeah, sure." "Uh, it's in my wallet..." "Which is in the kitchen, which is this way." "Oh, aren't you gonna be late?" "No." "Senior assembly, and my first class doesn't start until 11:00." "Huh." "Um..." " $75." " Thanks." "I can't believe mom forgot the money." "She knew it was due." "Well, you know, she's got a lot on her plate." "Look, if I'd forgotten the money, she'd have been all over me." "Anyway, t-there's kind of, um... there's something I need to talk to you about, but my mom can't ever find out about this, okay?" "I-it's not really the kind of thing a guy shares with his mom." "Oh." "It's one of those." "Yeah." "Well, uh, why don't I give you a lift to school?" "You can tell me all about it." "No, no." "That's good." "I mean, I'm riding in with Kyle." "Right." "You know my friend Tina Honeycutt?" " Tina?" " Honeycutt." "Blonde?" "Really, really cute." "A junior." "Oh." "Junior." "That's older." "Yeah, well, um..." "I don't know." "We sort of did it." " What?" "Wait... you... you..." " S-sort of, okay?" " Almost." " How "almost"?" " Second base." " Oh." "Okay." "Okay, that's not so..." "No, no, no, I mean..." "I mean, she was totally giving me the signal to steal third, but I-I couldn't." "I mean, I could." "I could have, okay?" " Oh, yeah." " Yeah." "I don't know." "It just didn't feel right." "And she was totally cool with that, so..." "Oh!" "Okay!" "Well, that's good that she was cool with that." "Good call." " Well, I..." "I, uh..." "I better go." " All right." "You know, Kyle's waiting." " Thanks for the soda." " Yeah." "And this stays between us." "Hey, your mom won't hear it from me." "Cool, man." "Later." "Yeah, later." "Are you serious?" "Wait, wait, no." "Jeff, Jeff, Jeff!" "Hey, it's not what you..." "Man, I have been looking for this all week." "Your, uh, controller." "I forgot I lent it to you." "All right, well, later." "Yeah." "Later." "Yep." "She's naked, all right." "The 911 call came in this morning." "A canoer found the body after his morning paddle." "Female, late 20s, trauma to the head." "No clothes, no I.D., no nothing." "I'm thinking we may have a sexual predator on our hands." "You may want to rethink that, compadre." "Rethink what?" "You've barely even seen the body, much less examined it." "I'm seeing a lot of bodies, actually." "Lay, dios mio!" " Huh." "Look." " No, no, no, no, no." " Just look." " No, no, no, no." " Would you just look?" " No!" "Just look!" "Nudist colony." "Great." "I think we may have overdressed for this one." "The Glades 03x04 The Naked Truth June 24, 2012" "The canoer said there wasn't anyone else around when he found the body, just a few people further up the shore." "Swann lake is one of the state's oldest nude beaches." "According to him, this isn't just a nude beach." "Swann lake is a fully incorporated master-planned community." "Just with naked people." ""Naturists," I believe they like to be called." "And Florida may have one of the largest populations of clothing-optional communities in the country, but most people prefer that everybody just keep their damn clothes on." "Yeah." "Some more than others." "Yeah, well..." "Keep your eyes open And me posted." "Nudists, no less." "Are you sure you don't want me to clear out one of the offices upstairs?" "You'd have a lot more privacy." "No, I don't want privacy." "I want to be right here in the heart of things." "Well, you'll definitely have a front-row seat from here." "Your substation has the highest rate of arrest in the entire state, Colleen." "Two years in a row, you've outperformed substations five times larger." "I want to observe your operation, conduct interviews, evaluate prior case studies, see how you conduct an investigation." "Well, I haven't done this alone." "But anything you need..." "My files are your files." "Okay, agent." "We actually have a lot of quality people working here." "I can't take full credit." "You can as far as I'm concerned." "You put this unit together, Colleen." "Now it's my job to see how it works." "The victim suffered a pretty nasty blow to the head." "I'm gonna have to get her on the table to confirm cause of death." "So if you're done here, I'll, uh, take her back." "The techs can take the body." "I'm gonna need you to come with me." " Where?" " Where do you think?" " No, no, no, no, no." " Why not?" "Marisol will kill me." "It's not like we're going to a strip club." " This is work." " It doesn't matter." "I vowed to love and honor." "It's not cheating if you're only looking." "Yeah, tell Marisol that." "Tennis, volleyball, naked golf?" "Ooh, just the sound of that hurts." "Oh, come on, Carlos." "Naked could be very liberating... you know, in that "way God intended life" kind of way." "Lucky for us, sin prevailed." "Board of directors, H.O.A. fees, security..." "It's just like any other master-planned community, except here..." "Can I help you?" "Hi." "Yeah." "You can if you recognize this woman." "Oh, my God." "That's Maggie..." "Maggie Garret." "She's a resident here." " And you are?" " I'm Leslie Vonn." "I'm on the Board of Directors for Swann Lake." "How long had you known Maggie?" "Uh, about two years since she applied for membership." "Well, we found her this morning down by the lake." "Uh, did she go there often?" "Our whole community enjoys that lake." "We share it with our neighboring textiled communities." "Textiled communities." "Well, do you know of anyone, textiled or not, that might want her dead?" "No, not a soul." "Maggie was one of the most well-liked residents here." "Anyone with a violent past?" "No, we are very careful about who we admit." "Our lifestyle-based community has the potential to attract an unsavory element, so anyone who applies for residency has to submit to a comprehensive background check." "Of course, when we leave the property, we comply with our state's decency laws." "And no one is accepted that we don't trust completely." " So you trust everyone here completely?" " Yes." "I've lived in Swann Lake my whole life, and I can't think of one incidence of violence taking place." "And did Maggie have a husband or boyfriend?" "No, she lived alone." "I don't know about any other romantic relationships." "Well, uh, when was the last time you saw Maggie, Leslie?" "Yesterday." "She was having lunch in the clubhouse with Phil." " Who's Phil?" " Uh, Phil Levine." "He's another member of the colony." " I can get you his address." " Yeah." "You're on your own with Phil." "Uh, you're medical examiner, Carlos." "You see naked bodies every day." "Dead ones, okay?" "They're totally different when they're alive and can still move all their..." "Parts." "You do the yard work naked?" "Aren't you worried about, you know, cuts?" "I got my boots on." "Something I can help you with?" " You Phil Levine?" " Yeah." "I wanted to ask you a few questions" " about Maggie Garret." " What about Maggie?" "Well, she was found murdered down by the lake this morning." "Murdered?" "!" "Someone told me that, uh, you had lunch with her yesterday." "Yeah, we had lunch around noon." "Then she said she was going to the lake to get some sun." ""Some sun." Seems a little redundant." "Did you go with her?" "I had work to do." "I got to get this brush cleared before our dry season." "So did Maggie go down to the beach alone after you guys had lunch?" "Yeah, I guess so." "Well, then, that would make you the last person to see her before she was found murdered." "You didn't do it, did you?" "No, I didn't." "And for your information, Maggie was one of the sweetest, kindest, most open persons I've ever met." "Everybody loved her." " Did you?" " Yeah." "Not in the way that you mean." "She approached me about applying as a community member, and I helped her navigate the housing board." "It can be difficult for an outsider." " So I've heard." " Yeah, everybody liked her so much she sailed through the selection committee." "Even asked her to help out with a land dispute we're having." "She worked as a loan officer in a bank and has an MBA." "She's real smart about that sort of thing." "What sort of land dispute?" "A condo development wants to break ground on some land next to ours." "Maggie would meet with them on our behalf." "Poor thing got pulled every which way between the different opinions of the colony." "What sort of opinions were those?" "Some people wanted to sell off a few acres of land, some didn't." "The board had the final vote, and they were split right down the middle about it." "And which side were you on?" "I hadn't made up my mind." "But I can tell you one thing..." "Some of the arguments may have gotten a little heated, but I don't know anyone who took it seriously enough to kill over." "Yeah, well, generally speaking, when it comes to money, I stop being surprised at what people find serious enough to kill over." "Okay." "You left your notes for your patients at my house?" "I know." "I know." "I'm an idiot." "But if you recall, I was a little naked, and, uh, in a hurry when I left." "I do seem to recall that, yes." "I think my neighbor might never be the same." "Seriously, Miranda is going to crucify me when she finds out." "This is the last thing I want for her to have against me." "Well, then we'll make sure she doesn't find out." "I'll go home, find them, call you..." "And read them off to you." " Seriously, you'd do that?" " Of course." "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" "You're the best." "All right, I'll call you later?" "Thanks." "Find anything?" "A transit card for public transportation." "Most people buy one card and just keep adding to the balance as they need it." "Find out which mass-transit system, when and where it was last used." "You got it." "Oh, bug spray." "I can see how that might come in handy in a place like this." "Actually, the idea behind nudist colonies is quite fascinating." "They believe that the concept of a perfect body is a myth..." "That the stress caused by the unrealistic expectations of society are psychologically damaging." "It's not about looking at other people's bodies." "It's about appreciating the human form in all sizes, shapes, ages, and color... nonsexually." "Oh." "How very holistic." "But even people most in touch with themselves give in to human emotion..." "Like murder... and fighting." ""Sorry about the fight." No name." "Find out who sent these." "How was Phil?" "Naked." "How's my time of death?" "Yesterday between 2:00 and 4:00 P.M." "And cause of death is confirmed as blunt-force trauma to the head." "I was able to pull trace amounts of residue from the wound." "It's some sort of polymer based on the chemical composition." "I'm running more tests for specificity." " Could be a link to the murder weapon." " Also, it wasn't a lot, but there was alcohol in her system." "Maybe it made her a bit woozy lying out in the sun." "Didn't hear her killer approaching." "She may not have heard her killer approaching, but she fought back once he attacked." "I found trace skin tissue under her fingernails." "That means we're gonna need DNA swabs from all the residents of the colony." "And by "we," I mean you." "Me?" "No, no, no." "I've done enough naked people for one day." "And since our forensic nurse is in Atlanta, it sounds like a job for..." " Daniel." " Daniel." "What sounds like a job for Daniel?" "Trust me." "You'll love it." "So, our victim was involved in a heated board dispute over a condo development and fought with someone at least twice that we know of..." "Once with the killer down by the lake, and another big enough to warrant flowers and an apology." " Daniel?" " Right." "I just got off the phone with the florist who sent those flowers." "And?" "And they were sent three days ago by the head of the colony's selection committee/Swann Lake's community board president." "Leslie Vonn." "It wasn't a fight." "It was more like a disagreement." "Well, why don't you tell me what kind of disagreement warrants a bouquet of flowers and an apology note?" "Maggie was acting as the negotiator between the colony and Donald Glandon..." "The developer who wanted to buy 30 acres of land and build condos next door." "And let me guess..." "You're on the side" " that didn't want to sell the land." " I don't." "Our colony is about freedom and feeling safe." "And that feeling would be gone if a 20-story condominium complex could peak into our backyards." "And when Maggie didn't come around to your way of thinking, you got angry." "It's true." "I got upset." "But she didn't have a vote." "And she wasn't taking sides." "She was completely fair and acting in good faith." "But with half of the board in favor of selling, acting in good faith meant that you might lose." "I mean, you couldn't have a newcomer risking your whole way of life, so you needed her out of the way." "The members of the board who were on the fence were only thinking about the money." "Maggie believed that she could come to a compromise where both sides would be satisfied." "I admit I got more upset with her than I should have." "So I sent her flowers to apologize." "I'm very passionate about my community." "Passionate enough to kill?" "I-I had nothing to do with her murder!" "Can I go now?" "I'm late for an aerobics class." "So you two made up..." "Well, according to you..." "But what you were arguing about hasn't been resolved." "Where do you stand now on the deal?" "We decided to end the talks with Mr. Glandon." "We felt that it was in the best interests of all parties." "Unless you're Donald Glandon." "How did he feel about killing the deal?" "I doubt he felt very good about it at all." "But you'll have to ask him." "Maybe I will." "Maggie's dead?" "God, that's awful." "Yeah, pretty sure that wasn't what she had in mind, either." "We found her bludgeoned down by the lake." "I hear she was helping you negotiate some kind of land deal with the colony?" "With those nut jobs?" "Yeah." "Negotiating's one word for it." "Another wouldn't be "murder," would it?" " Uh, do you mind?" " Mind?" "No." "Not at all." "It's signed by Bobby Amore." "I'm guessing it was worth something before you snapped it in half." "Is this the condo-development deal that you have planned for Swann Lake?" "Yeah." "250 acres of prime lakefront property." "Wow." "Now, I'm no architect, but this seems like enough land for all that." "What do you need their measly 30 acres for?" "A sewage system." "I can't break ground until I build a pipeline that taps into the county sewer." "That track of land right there is my only access from my property to the sewer line." "Without that, you're dead in the water... so to speak." "How much are you in for?" "My opening offer was $1 million." "And how high did that go before Maggie cut off the negotiations?" "$5 million." "$5 million?" "She still couldn't drum up enough support to put that to the vote?" "Or maybe she did and she was just dragging it out or killed it." "So you killed her?" "That's ridiculous." "Maggie was a tough-as-nails negotiator, and I respected that." "Before she came into the picture," "I was dealing with a bunch of naked crazies." "She and I were able to do some actual business." "Well, until you weren't, that is." "So tell me..." "Assuming one day that you get to build this monstrosity, how much is in it for you?" "If we sell out all phases," "I'm looking at a net profit of about $500 million." "Half a billion dollars?" "No, that's certainly not a motive for murder." "So negotiations stop moving forward..." "Kill the negotiator." "Trust me, detective, this deal will still happen." "Even if Maggie and I weren't able to come to terms, she told me enough about the colony that I know I had half the board ready to sell." "It's just a matter of finding the right person at the right price." "Everyone has their price, huh?" "That's always been my experience." "Yeah, well, in mine, someone standing between you and half a billion dollars is a damn good reason to bash someone's head in." "You can get that." "I'll let myself out." "Yeah." "No." "Okay." "So, Daniel, how long have you been a paid intern here at Palm Glade?" "Going on two years now." "Yeah, Detective Longworth contacted me at the herpetology department at Tampa tech for help on a case, then he asked me to stay on." "Interesting." "And how has it been for you?" "You kidding?" "It's been amazing!" "Until I met Detective Longworth," "I had no idea police work could be so fascinating." "Really?" "Why is that?" "I just think it's kind of the way he does things." "They can be pretty unconventional." "Huh." "Interesting." "But not too unconventional." "More like conventional in a slightly unconventional way." " Thinking outside the box." " Definitely outside the box." "But not too outside the box." "Kind of like the way you worked your first case with him..." "When you shot a caiman?" "Um, a caiman?" "They're endangered, you know." "Yes, ma'am, I do know that, a-and I told him." "I did, but I-it's just..." "I might have told him after the gun went off." "I-I-I mean, I love animals more than most people." "I mean, I prefer animals over most people, but not all people." "Just... just anyone who would hurt a caiman." "Oh, God." "I think I'm gonna be sick." "Daniel." "It's okay." "It is?" "You found the jawbone to the victim, which led police to find her killer." "We did?" "I mean, we did." "And while I can't condone killing an endangered animal... nicely done." " Yeah?" " Yeah." "Yeah." "All right, then." "Yeah." "Daniel's in with the bureau chief." "I'll have someone mop him up off the floor when they're done and call you back." "The bureau chief?" "I asked him to run those DNA swabs for a match to the skin tissue we found under Maggie's fingernails." "Your friend isn't gonna harass all my assets, is she?" "Oh, your assets?" " Well, you know, ours." " Uh-huh." "You know, and Jennifer's not harassing." "She's evaluating how and what we do around here that's led to our success." "Huh." "Well, then she's gonna want to talk to..." "Yeah." "I'll have Daniel call you back." "Nice spread." "Yeah, the community does a potluck lunch every Tuesday and Thursday." "Grab yourself a tray." "Oh." "That's nice." "You know, I'm good." "Uh, how well did you know Donald Glandon?" "That developer guy?" " Yeah." " Not at all." " Just what I read or saw on TV." " Really?" "So you had no personal contact with him whatsoever." "The board felt that Maggie, in her role as official negotiator, should be the only person who had any personal contact with him." "Oh." "Well, that's certainly very nice and official." "Uh, you were on the pro-development side, weren't you?" "That's not a secret." "It's a small enough piece of land." "We don't even use it." "I didn't see the harm in selling off a few acres." "We... we have infrastructure needs of our own..." "A new access road, A.C. for the clubhouse." "Money from the sale would help keep our H.O.A. fees down." "Well, that must have been music to Donald Glandon's ears." "You ever sing him that tune?" "I already told you." "I never had any contact with him." "Because if you did, not only would that be a direct violation of the board's no-contact rule, but some people around here might get the idea that you were selling them out..." "Like, say, at the V.I.P. lounge at a hockey game?" "I mean, that is you, right?" "Sandwiched in between Donald Glandon and Bobby Amore in Glandon's luxury skybox?" "Oh, God, no." "Really?" "Put these on." "So, I guess you know what I'm gonna ask you first." "Why the hell did you run?" "I don't know." "I panicked." "We don't get a lot of contact with the law inside the colony." "You don't need contact with law enforcement to know that if I'm looking at you for murder and I've got you dead to rights, running's a pretty good option." "We found DNA under Maggie's fingernails." "It's yours, Phil." "Oh, and, uh, when we find DNA under a victim's fingernails, it's nearly always the killer's." "I told you I didn't kill Maggie." "Maybe it got there when she scratched my back." "Scratched your back, Phil?" "I had some bug bites on my back I couldn't reach." "I asked her to help me." "With all this skin on display, we're a feast for mosquitos." "Okay, but it could also be because of a fight, as in a fight between lovers?" "Thank you." "We found this at your house." "It looks to me like you were proposing." "It also looks like it didn't go very well, huh?" "There's, uh, all these shards of glass." "Hmm." "Smells like champagne." "A champagne bottle would be the perfect murder weapon for a crime of passion, now, wouldn't it?" "Okay, fine." "Yes." "I was in love with Maggie." "But the bottle wasn't broken because I killed Maggie with it." "I put it in the freezer to chill, and it exploded." "I never got a chance to propose." "Maggie had alcohol in her system when she was killed." "Sure it wasn't the champagne?" "She had a couple of beers at lunch." "Or maybe you were using that love to seduce her into doing your bidding, like encouraging the board to vote in your favor..." "Playing Donald for cash, tickets to the panthers." "All the while, you're churning that bid up and up and up from $1 million to $5 million, which as chief architect of that round number, you could control, as long as Maggie was out of the picture." "You're wrong." "I didn't care about the money." "I cared about Maggie." "I almost forgot." "The smoking gun..." "Or, should I say, wine sleeve..." "We were able to extract this residue out of the wound that killed Maggie." "It's a polymer." "Like the kind used to make this wine sleeve." "Yeah." "Seriously, the administration that was in place before Director Manus came in to shake things up was a nightmare." "Really?" "They couldn't find their ass with two hands and a map." "Wow, that must have been so frustrating for you." "I mean, Chief Medical Examiner..." "You could have had your pick of regional offices." "True, and I do pride myself in my work." "But my family has roots here, so I've tried to make the best of things." "Well, those things certainly have improved." "Well, Manus has done a hell of a job putting the team together and getting us back in the game." "So, in your estimation, what exactly would you attribute her success to?" "Mm." "Well, I hate to give the guy so much credit, but I'd have to say it's when she brought in Detective Longworth." " Really?" "!" " Don't get me wrong." "I mean, as soon as he starts in with his shenanigans and starts calling audibles," "I want to, like, blow my brains out." "But pain in the ass or not, he does get the job done." "Yes, I see that." "One, two, three murders committed by two of our own and solved by Detective Longworth." "Um..." "Mike Ogletree..." "Detective Longworth's former partner." "You were here during his tenure?" "I was." "And a medical examiner from Delray Beach..." "Dr. Sylvia Perez?" "Yeah, she was sort of one of my former students." "Protégé, actually." "Hmm." "That's what it says here in the file." "Committed double homicide while under your review." "Yeah, it was during my daughter's Quinceañera, and I may have been a little distracted." "Well, kids can be distracting." " Oh." "You have kids?" " No." "No." "Right." "Anyway, fortunately, the detective who doesn't have kids was able to figure out what was going on and... arrest Dr. Perez." "Wow, arresting your protégé..." "He really is a pain in the ass." ""Allboomeen, global."" ""Salping..." "Er... erectomy."" "Wait, what?" "No, that can't be right." ""Salping..." "O... rectomy."" "Jim, this is important." "If I mess this up, I could kill someone." "I know." "I'm doing the best I can with your handwriting." "On the bright side, you already write like a doctor." "Which would be funny if I wasn't so dead." " Better you than your patients, huh?" " Again, not funny." "Right." "Sorry." "Look, um, you know what?" "It'll be fine." "I'll fax it to you." "Yes!" "No, that is a great idea." "Thank you so much." "Bye!" "Okay, this just came from our victim" "Maggie Garret's job at the bank." "Turns out that she was keeping files on the colony's board members." "What, like, loan applications or dirt?" "Dirt, mostly." "Small-time stuff." "Nothing you couldn't get off the Internet in a few minutes." "But why was she keeping files on the board members?" "Extortion, maybe, or pressure to vote a certain way?" "Better question would be if Maggie was keeping files on everyone, why isn't there a file on Leslie Vonn?" "Detective?" "I just got another hit on the DNA swabs we ran through the criminal database." "As in one of our suspects has a criminal record?" "Let me guess..." "Leslie Vonn." "Turns out she has a prior drug conviction." "She was arrested in Coconut Grove when she was 19." "Which I'm guessing is why her file is missing." "Here's my problem with the naked human form..." "It's either arousing or alarming." "Either way, who needs the aggravation?" "Well, then you're obviously not as evolved as the rest of us." "The rest of us?" "You barely walk upright." "Not true." "After spending a bit of time here," "I can see how naturism can be quite freeing." "Freeing?" "Let me tell you something, amigo." "There's a reason some of nature's lesser works are hidden behind clothes..." "To keep us from changing our minds long enough to turn off the lights to propagate the species." "Propagate the species, Carlos?" "Wow, I had no idea you were such a romantic." "Uh, speaking of which, how did your talk with Jennifer go?" "Ugh." "You mean Bureau Chief Starke?" "Ooh. "Bureau Chief."" "Wait, I thought everyone liked her." "Oh, yeah, she's lovely, all right." "Right up to the point where she turns on you." "What..." "What do you mean?" "Well, at first she's Jennifer..." "All sweet and friendly." "Then she started going through our cases." "And she turned into Bureau Chief Starke real fast." "Not sure what she's after, but it can't be good." "Look, I'm sure what she's after is what Manus says she's after." "She's here to see how and why our substation's doing so well." "Based on my interview, it's more like why you're doing so well at the expense of everybody else." " Ooh." " Oh." "Detective." "Is there something I can help you with?" "Well, for starters, you can tell me why you neglected to mention that you were arrested in Coconut Grove for drug possession." "Well, obviously that's something I'm not proud of." "But it's more than that, isn't it?" "A conviction like that could get you kicked out of Swann Lake." "You could lose your membership, your vote." "And with Maggie keeping tabs on all of you," "I'm guessing that you found out that she knew about your arrest, and you had to silence her." "Those are neoprene, right?" "The dumbbells... neoprene?" "Carlos." "Hold the bag open, please." "And, since you're already clothed," "I don't need to ask you to get dressed." "How's it going?" "Detective Longworth." "Sorry, I was just..." "Working out some kinks." "Yeah." "Hear you've been hard at it." "And it's Jim." "Well, Jim, it's been going great." "I'm just really getting a sense of the culture and how the wheels turn around here." "Everybody's being very nice." "Yeah, I can't imagine anyone not being nice to you." "Well, you'd be surprised." "Uh..." "I have to..." " Go?" " Yeah." "I have an interview waiting, so..." "Great." "Okay." "Good luck." "So, we'll, uh..." "We'll talk..." "later?" "You can count on it." "You're wrong, detective." "I mean, I admit I made a stupid mistake." "Which..." "Your drug conviction when you were 19 or killing Maggie when she found out and threatened to expose you?" "But I didn't kill Maggie!" "The rules of the colony are clear, Leslie..." "No criminal records." "You'd get kicked out of Swann Lake if anyone found out." "Look, I was just a kid." "It was the first time I had left the colony, and I got mixed up with the wrong crowd." "My parents decided to cover it up so I could come home again." "It's not like I was a threat to anyone." "You were obviously a threat to Maggie, otherwise why would she keep a file on you?" "Which, by the way, is missing now that she's dead." "It's not missing because she's dead." "It's missing because I have it." "Look, Maggie did find out about my conviction, but she wasn't going to expose me." "The flowers I sent..." "You know, about the fight?" "I told you it was over the condo deal, but it wasn't." "Maggie came to me with my file, and I assumed she was going to expose me, like you said, but she wasn't." "She gave it to me instead." "Why would she do that?" "I mean, she could have had you kicked off the board, the condo deal would go through." "She had a royal flush, and she just folded?" "Because she understood why I had lied." "She had grown to love the colony as much as I did." "She said she understood how much people really cared about her when her grandmother passed away and the entire community reached out and sent flowers." "So that's it..." "Just send her flowers, and she'll keep your secrets." "Having people around who care about you is a rare thing, detective." "It's not something you come across every day." "Neither is $5 million." "She didn't care about the money!" "She didn't want the deal to go through anymore when she realized that it would compromise our way of life." "She had a change of heart, and she could no longer be impartial." "Whoever killed her didn't like that change of heart." "Whoever killed her was worried she couldn't be trusted to keep her secrets." "But I trusted her." "Yeah, well, the dumbbell will tell the tale." "Look, Phil might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he's no dumbbell." "No, no, I mean the dumbbell..." "The five-pound neoprene weight that we found in your gym bag." "The one that you used to kill Maggie Garret." "I got back the results for the neoprene test." "Phil's wine sleeve wasn't a match to Maggie's wound." "And the dumbbell?" "Mnh-mnh." "Not a match, either." "Well, that doesn't mean one of them didn't kill her with something else." "I also went through the history of activity on Maggie Garret's bank accounts." "I noticed lump sums were being deposited into her account at Community Trust and Loan on a regular basis." " Paychecks?" " I thought the same thing, but they're too large..." "10 grand a month." "And they were deposited in-house." "I contacted legal for more information." "They told me their parent bank," "Community Federal Trust, had deposited the sums." "Parent bank?" "I guess you know what I'm gonna ask you next." "Yeah, the bank Maggie Garret worked at was a subsidiary of one of Don Glandon's financial holdings." "There was no immediate connection, so it took me a while to find it." "Speaking of finding things, the transit card that you guys found at the victim's home..." "It was used for the New York City transit authority." "It was last swiped at a subway station on 54th and Broadway." "Well, all right, I'm gonna go out on a limb... and guess that 54th and Broadway is the location of Donald Glandon's corporate offices." "Which also means" "I think I may have found the murder weapon." "Hey, Donald, look what I found." "Excuse me." "You think maybe now you want to tell me the real story behind your relationship with Maggie Garret?" "Well, as you can see, detective, this is not a good time." "Right." "But unless you want me to arrest you in front of all these nice people for her murder..." "You'll make it a good time." "This is insane!" "Y-you find a broken canoe paddle, and somehow that makes me a killer because I broke my hockey stick?" "Things do tend to snap in two around you, don't they, Donald?" "But you're right." "That would be insane..." "If that was the only reason." "Like how long you've actually known Maggie and where and when the two of you actually met." "What difference does it make?" "!" "Six months ago..." "Since we started negotiating." "So does lying make you a murderer?" "Or is that insane, too?" "You ever been to a strip club called The Lumber Yard?" "Not that I recall." "Want to try that again?" "This is a copy of one of your past credit-card statements." "See all these charges?" "It's for a place called..." "ooh!" "..." "The Lumber Yard." "So either you were building a deck or you were buying lap dances." "And since you don't strike me as a kind of hands-on guy," "I'm gonna go with lap dances." "I don't remember every bar I've ever been to, detective." "Uh, strip club, Donald." "And the interesting thing about this strip club is that Maggie Garret was working there right about the same time period as these credit-card receipts." "Yeah." "Okay." "But I met a lot of girls there." "I don't remember meeting Maggie." "Uh, a lot of girls that submitted their résumé six times?" "A lot of girls that you eventually hired as an intern at your bank?" "I don't think so." "I hire hundreds of interns every year." "I certainly don't recall meeting any of them." "But you did meet Maggie." "In fact, you knew her pretty well." "You knew she was comfortable around nudity, which would really come in handy if you ever needed someone on the inside of a nudist colony to help con them out of those 30 acres you needed so badly." "What you didn't expect is for her to grow close to the residents..." "Giving her second thoughts about convincing them to make the sale." "She even gave Leslie her file back, so that Leslie could keep the truth about her drug arrest a secret." "All that time, money, and planning, and Maggie just up and torpedoed the whole thing." "So you killed her." "Okay, look..." "I knew I'd have push-back from Swann Lake about the deal." "So, yes, I gave Maggie a job at my bank, where she could become part of the community and then apply and move in to the colony." "She'd come to New York so we could discuss the progress without anyone at the colony overhearing." "Sometimes she'd call late if she couldn't get away, but that was it!" "I did not kill Maggie Garret!" "Private visits, sneaking around, late-night calls..." "Sounds a lot like an affair to me, Donald." "But it wasn't." "My relationship with Maggie was all business." "Now, I admit it might look like there was something going on between us, but I swear to you there wasn't." "And I didn't kill Maggie Garret!" "Now you just get up and leave?" "Maybe you didn't kill her, Donald." "But you're definitely guilty of corporate espionage." "Which means you can kiss your condo development goodbye." "So Maggie's love of Native American art didn't stop at just coffee-table books." "No, apparently she loved the stuff..." "Furniture, pottery..." "You name it." "Great." "Can you get me a shipping address?" "You got it." "Hey, Phil." "Huh." "I was gonna ask her to marry me." "Had it all planned out." "But then..." "I don't know." "Something didn't feel right." "She started acting funny." "She wasn't her usual open, honest, funny self." "That's when you started snooping into her life, found out about the New York visits, the late-night phone calls." "She was cheating on me." "I took her out to lunch and tried to talk to her about it." "She just got mad at me, said I was crazy." "Said as much as she loved it at Swann Lake..." "She didn't love me anymore." "She was leaving you." "For him... for that douche bag Donald Glandon." "Maggie liked Native American art, didn't she, Phil?" "I saw that book on Seminole Indians at her house." "She loved it." "She was always looking for interesting pieces to decorate with." "Well, she found them." "Yeah, we checked her credit-card receipts." "She bought some furniture, some pottery at a Seminole reservation..." "Had it shipped out of state to an apartment in La Jolla, California." "California?" "Where she signed a lease, and where I'm guessing she planned on starting over." "Which, I guess, she may have felt she needed to do after throwing in with a shark like Donald Glandon and screwing you guys out of your land." "But after spending time at Swann lake, getting to know everyone, getting to know herself," "I'm guessing she realized she wasn't a cutthroat, money-hungry captain of industry after all." "She wasn't leaving you for someone else, Phil." "She was just leaving." "She wasn't having an affair?" "Oh, my God." "Oh, God." "Seriously, a nudist colony." "Naturist resort, thank you." "And I had no idea so many people suffer from psoriasis." "Ah, welcome to my world." "I assumed you got the fax, uh, after I didn't hear from you." "Oh, yeah." "It got here, I just wasn't the one to get it." "Miranda just happened to be at the fax machine when it came in." "Oh, that doesn't sound good." "No, actually, it was okay." "I thought she'd be mad." "But she admitted that she'd forgotten her notes during an interesting escapade of her own." "Ooh!" "That sounds a little like bonding." "Yeah, she doesn't do that." "No, probably not." "I miss you." "Yeah, I miss you, too." "No, I really miss you." "Uh..." "And you have to go." "Yeah." "Yeah, I'll, uh..." "I'll call you back?" "Sure." "I've got one of those." "A girlfriend?" "A long-distance relationship." "Ah." "Yeah, they can be..." "quite challenging." "Yeah." "Yes, they can." "Yeah." "So, how's your evaluation going?" "You figure out yet that the reason behind our success is pure dumb luck?" "I'm still looking into it, actually." "But you know what?" "The general consensus seems to be that you bring up everybody's game a notch." "Oh, I'm sure that's not true." "Yeah, I didn't think so at first, either." "But now I'm not so sure." "So I may just have to stick around for a while..." "Ears to the ground, eyes on you..." "See just how it is you do that." "Aah!" "What...?" "Walt, hang on." "You're gonna throw your back out." "Pull, ferg." "Pull!" "Fisherman... hooked them." "I sent him home." "He was pretty rattled." "Caught them on a parachute Adams." "They're tied up like a pot roast." "Gunshot wounds are in the chest." "Exit wounds are in the back, through and through." "Likely no slugs." "Well-preserved..." "Can't have been in this water too long." "Oh, right." "Sheriff." "Since custer national forest is right across the stream," "I gave a heads-up to the ranger station." "I hope you don't mind." "I didn't tell them anything about what happened, I swear." "I just wanted to make sure... ferg." "Good job." "Morning, Eli." "Hey, Walt." "Man." "Who are they?" "Not sure." "There's no wallets or I.D." "On either one of the victims." "Is there anything I can do to help?" "This is the flat lip." "What's upriver?" "Uh, swiftwater creek flows right into the flat lip about 5 klicks north of here." "Klicks?" "Yeah, you know, klicks." "It's another word for Miles." "Actually, uh, klicks are kilometers." "It's army jargon." "You've seen too many war movies, ferg." "Flat lip river runs right through the res, doesn't it?" "So these guys could be Cheyenne." "Key card." "It's probably from a motel." "Is there a name on it?" "Well, that would make life too easy, wouldn't it?" "It's not for the ritz." "That's for damn sure." "Hold up." "National forest across the stream." "Res upriver." "Who owns all this land?" "You are tall!" "Morning." "I'm sheriff longmire." "This is deputy moretti." "Oh." "Sorry, sorry." "I-I'm a little frazzled." "I just got into town." "Is this about the permits?" "'Cause my contractor said he got those permits." "I swear..." "No... no, ma'am." "Please come in." "I'm sorry." "Come in." "They're here somewhere." "This is not about permits." "Actually, it's a little more serious than that." "We're investigating a crime, miss..." "Ambrose..." "Lizzie ambrose." "We recovered two bodies on your property this morning..." "Took them out of the creek." "Oh, that's awful." "That's... that's just awful." "What can I do to help?" "Take a look at some photos of the men we found." "Yeah, let me get my glasses." "We need to know if you recognize them." "Sure." "Let me see." "Oh." "Oh." "You sure you're okay?"