Unforgettable s02e09 Episode Script

Here are Kafka's drops, she needs that in 15 minutes.
And now this is Hexie.
She snarls at homeless people, which is embarrassing, but she has never bitten anyone.
Now Hixie only goes on the grass in front of the children's zoo.
But Patches here will go anywhere but please remember that she is lactose intolerant.
- You sure you got all that? - Totally.
No milk for Hixie.
- Oh uh Patches.
- No, th th that's Misu.
- Your dogs are fine with me, Ma'am.
- Okay.
- Dixie? Uh Dixie?! - Hey! - Hi! - Patches? This isn't Dixie, this is Patches, right? That's Dixie.
Dixie can't walk in the heat for more than 8 minutes without hyperventilating and her tongue swelling up.
Misu will only poop on the north side of 61st Street and occasionally on the doorman's shoes at the pier.
It's a long story.
Hixie? He needs an attitude adjustment and that there is Kafka.
Kafka has cataracts and is due for drops in 14 minutes.
- Wow.
How do you know all that? - Oh well, I was eavesdropping.
- And I remember everything.
- Listen, do you Do you wanna walk half of them? I'll split the money.
Oh no, that's okay, I already have a job.
Here.
Here you go.
Dixie left you a little surprise over there by the fire hydrant.
I would pick it up if I were you.
I haven't got time, I've gotta get to class No, no, really.
You might wanna pick that up.
Alright, have a good day! Well, look what the cat dragged in.
Thought you could all use a little change from your regular morning coffees so fresh pressed organic juices from Puna Press Express.
Try it.
- Oh! What's in this? - What isn't? It's a reset at gogo.
It has pineapple, ginger, lime and chili.
Chili? - Okay.
- Oh, thank you.
I think I'll uh save mine for lunch.
The grass alfalfa swirl? Come on, it's the milkshake of the gods.
- And the cows.
- Mmhm.
- Hello.
- Special occasion? Yes, actually.
The weekend is almost here so I got you - a little surprise.
- I hate surprises.
Oh, come on, it's fennel juice.
- That's why I hate surprises.
- It's not really, it's lemonade.
Why don't you try it? Yum yum.
Unsweetened.
The truth is, I have a little surprise for you.
How about a nice little paid vacation? I have a little summer cottage out on the island.
It's all yours.
And what's the catch? - Does there always have to be a catch? - Yes.
Okay.
It seems the mayor's press secretary, Sandy Elsworth he's got a little place in Southampton Village and I guess his kids are friends with the kids of the mayor, out there.
- Mmhm.
See? - The point is, this morning the body of a young woman washed up on the beach in front of his house.
Southampton Village has officially requested our assistance.
What, the local police can't handle it? - Long Island serial killer.
- Exactly.
years, most of them young women dumped on the shore.
If this is number 15, I want you guys out there.
So our little paid vacation is actually hunting a serial killer.
Don't forget to pack sun screen.
Transcription made by Désirée The Dutch Unforgettable team.
Yeah, she washed up right about here.
No ID, no shoes.
Just the dress she went in with.
I think he's back at it.
You think she is a victim of the serial killer? She fits the profile.
The previous victims were all young attractive women found near the water's edge.
So Yeah, that's true.
I believe the were all dead as well.
I think what Al is trying to say, is that we're gonna need more - before we identify her as the 15th victim.
- Yeah, of course.
Fact is, the other girls, they washed up farther west.
Along the ocean parkway, Gilgo Beach area.
Right, but based on my analysis of the current patterns I believe the body could have been carried this far east.
Okay.
I'd like to see that analysis.
But if she is number 15, it could also mean our guy has got a new dumping ground.
Anyone ID her? Canvassed the beach, throwing some flyers around town.
So far no one has recognized her.
What about local fishermen? Maybe one of them saw something unusual.
- Maybe.
- You haven't talked to them yet? Sir, there are only 4 officers in the Southampton Village police force.
One is away at his sister's wedding.
Two on parking patrol.
So it just leaves me.
- Okay.
- Hey, Jo.
So I hear your victim's at some local morgue out there and thought I'd come up and give you a hand.
Oh no, Jo.
Al and I've got it.
Don't ruin your weekend.
Carry, you have no idea about these rural coroners.
I heard that some morgues're doubling as feed stores.
Jo, it's the Hamptons, not Kansas, okay? - How is the weather? - The weather is great, it's nice.
Jo, you don't need to come all the way out here.
I am telling you it is not a problem.
Yeah, I am getting the sense that it's not.
Oh, let me ask.
How is the house? Some cottage.
Wow.
I wanna live here.
Great kitchen.
I might just cook tonight.
- Wow, this is amazing.
- This fridge is bigger than my apartment.
Probably gets more light too.
Oh, my God.
Okay, so Eliot's little cottage in the Hamptons comes with a not so little pool.
And a Jacuzzi Doesn't really change anything but it might actually explain a few things.
Yeah, like why he's so hard to reach on the weekends? Text from young Officer Gosling.
They got a missing person who's fitting our victim.
Parents just ID-ed the body.
Shelly Branigan, 23 years old from Islip.
Shelly was the best daughter any parent could ever want.
She was my heart.
Mrs.
Branigan, can you think of anyone who might have wanted to hurt her? - A jealous boyfriend? - She didn't have a boyfriend.
She was studying to get her GED and then go on to nursing school.
Of course that dream had to be put on hold when James had his accident.
- What happened? - Girder collapsed at my last construction job crushed my leg.
- I'm so sorry.
- Did Shelly work? It was a tough commute, but she found something over in The Hamptons.
A waitressing job at Junior's Café near Watermill.
Excuse me.
- Who's the artist? - Our son Spencer.
He's 8.
He and his sister were very close.
According to bank records Shelly recently deposited $10,000 into a checking account.
Any idea where she could have gotten that kind of money? She made minimum wage plus tips, there is no way she had that kind of money.
Everything here is how she left it.
The last time I saw her she was getting ready to go out.
Any idea where? I saw her for a minute when she got back from work around seven.
She mentioned something about a party, I don't remember where.
She was 23, I didn't ask.
Why didn't I? Yeah.
Hey, Dr.
Webster.
Bet you don't encounter many of these in your neck of the woods.
Can't say I do.
Call me Jo.
Yeah.
Theodore Blumer.
Ted.
'And my boy Joel who knew the stars he used to say it took millions of years for that speck o' light to git to the Earth.
" First time I've heard Thornton Wilder recited at an autopsy.
Yeah well, we're doing 'Our Town' at the Village Playhouse.
Let me guess, you're playing the Stage Manager.
I wish.
Doc Gibbs, I had the lab coat.
Well, it looks like she's been in the water a long time.
Judging by the decomposition I would say a couple of days, but she was dead before she ever hit the drink.
How'd you reach that conclusion? Well, there wasn't a drop of water in her lungs and besides, there is this.
Penetrating wound at the brachial artery? You're thinking exsanguination? Certainly not the MO of the Long Island serial killer.
He strangles his victims.
Oh, you're familiar with those cases? I should be, I autopsied 7 of them.
- I was not aware of that.
- Uh, judging from the wound the murder weapon is approximately three inches long, with rather dull edges.
- You're very thorough.
- For a country coroner.
What were you expecting? A potato farmer? No, actually a feed store operator.
I was expecting a condescending elitist from the city.
Well, now that we've gotten that straightened out, let's get to work, shall we? Liver tests that we ran on previous victims of the killer showed a high alcohol content.
But her blood alcohol was .
016, that's a glass of wine at dinner.
Any idea what dinner was, or where? Unfortunately the critters devoured her stomach contents.
Few people realize that starfish are carnivorous.
We're gonna have to perform an necropsy if we're gonna learn what she had for dinner.
Are you serious? You're gonna do an autopsy on a starfish? - Welcome to the seashore.
- Oh, man.
Shelly was super sweet.
All the customers loved her.
She ever had any problems with anyone around here? She pretty much kept to herself.
I mean, she didn't go out partying like most of the kids around here.
Right.
But her mom said she was at a party Wednesday night.
If she was, I don't know about it.
She also just put $10,000 into her checking account.
- Any idea where that came from? - Not from here, that's for sure.
She mentioned wanting to find another job after her dad's accident.
Well, if you wanted to make extra money, where would you go around here? I'd check out the board.
People post all kinds of things on there, waitressing jobs, catering.
How about a charter boat? Pays good.
If you can stand 8 hours on the water, serving margueritas to a boat load of drunk cidiots.
- Cidiots? - Idiots from the city.
Present company excluded.
What about 'Green Dolphin Charters'? Did she ever mention them? I saw her talking to Todd about it.
I don't know if she followed up.
- Who is Todd? - Todd Peck.
He owns Green Dolphin.
He comes in here sometimes.
Hey, Tim.
I took care of that last registration last week.
- I hear about that, Todd.
- Hey Todd.
You know Shelly Branigan? No, but I heard they pulled some chick out of the water over in Southampton Village, is that her? Why don't you tell me? I found this in her bedroom.
I give those things out all over town.
Called marketing.
Oh, yeah? Well, this is called an arrest record.
And oh look! This one is yours.
Yeah.
Attempted rape.
In Maine.
That was an underaged college girl who freaked out when I wouldn't marry her.
Todd, we've also got several unprosecuted complaints against you from locals you hired.
Those are bogeys and you know it, Tim.
- Where were you Wednesday night? - Down at the Five Hole.
It's a bar.
I got friends who can back me up.
You ever go sailing in the Gilgo Beach area? I go wherever my clients want me to, depends on where the fish are running.
Why? That area happens to be the dumping ground for the Long Island serial killer.
- Get the hell out of here.
- I got a waitress at Junior's Café who says you're a regular.
She says you knew Shelly Branigan.
- It's a small town.
- Guess what, Todd, If you don't start talking, I'm gonna set Tim here loose on your boat and I'm sure he's gonna find plenty of safety violations.
Okay, okay, I did know Shelly.
She called me up a few weeks ago to work a charter trip.
Said she needed extra cash.
- I'm sure she just leapt at the chance.
- Actually she called me up a few days later said she didn't need the money after all.
I figured she landed some trust fund, that's what most of the girls around here are looking for.
I'm gonna need to see your nautical loggings from the past two years.
Come on, lady, I don't have time for that.
I've got a business to run.
No, you don't got a business to run.
Not anymore.
Oh yeah, look at this.
Your permit.
Consider yourself closed until further notice.
Tim, you're gonna let her get away with this? Can't be operating without a license, Todd.
According to these logbooks, Peck was in Maine when most of the serial killings occurred.
Just because he's not good for the serial killings, doesn't mean he didn't murder Shelly.
- Hey, Jo.
- Well listen, - I emailed you some autopsy photos.
- Hang on a minute, I'll put you on speaker, Al is here.
We're on speaker.
I'm here with Dr.
Blumer, the Southampton medical examiner.
It was definitely homicide.
The victim bled out from a stab wound.
We found ligature marks on her wrists, so it looks like she was tied with rope and then weighed down with something.
- That's what a ligature is.
- I know, I'm telling them.
Hey, Jo.
I think I know where that rope might be.
Also, we believe the victims last meal included caviar and based on the roe a very special kind of caviar.
Volga Reserve Ossetra.
It starts at $5.
32 an ounce.
Can't be too many places serving that, even around here.
The last time I saw her, she was getting ready to go out.
She mentioned something about a party.
Some cottage.
Dr.
Blumer, do you know of a family around here by the name of Mortimer? Uh yes, George Mortimer.
He has a place on Further Lane.
- What do you know about him? - He is rich, old money, besides that just, you know, what you hear fast boats, fast cars, fast horses.
His daughter is getting married, I think.
Oh, did I mention he's rich? Carry, it doesn't sound as though our victim kept that kind of company.
Well, she did the night she died.
- What the hell happened to you? - Nothing, I'm fine.
Just you know that rope you wanted me to find on the beach from the victim? Well, it seems that stray dogs don't take too kind on having their chew toys confiscated as crime scene evidence.
- So did you uh get the rope? - We'll have now.
Yes, my daughters engagement party.
Quite the little soirée.
Rowena, when you're done with that, I need you in the kitchen.
Rapido, rapido, come on, chop chop, you're killing me.
Uh, to tell you the truth, I thought for sure uh you boys would be up here.
What, with the music going until after two a.
m.
Chicago Blues, my daughter loves it.
Flew the whole band out here for the weekend.
Now what is this about a murder investigation? Her name is Shelly Branigan.
Her body was found on the beach yesterday morning.
Oh of course, I heard about that.
Over at the Elsworth place.
Poor girl.
What can I do for you? We have reason to believe she was at your home the night she died.
At our party? Uh, I don't think so.
Could she have been working, sir? On the wait staff? I suppose it's possible.
Uhm You should check with Lizzy or Travis.
They organized the event.
I just paid for it.
Well, it must have been an incredible night.
I mean, the music, the food I bet she had an amazing time.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
Yes, it uh it was a magical evening.
And you served the Volga Reserve Ossetra caviar, I mean - Carrie.
- come on.
Really, I know, I know, I know.
I said I wouldn't say anything, but - But you are.
- I'm such a foodie.
I found the menu, someone must have posted is online.
That's I mean the Reserve? This time a year? Well, you certainly know your fish eggs, don't you? Well, you're quite right, it is very rare.
In fact, I prefer it to the Beluga.
After all, your daughter only gets engaged once.
- Yeah.
- You hope.
- Right.
- Would it be possible to speak with Travis? Yes, this way.
Oh, excuse me for a second.
Hello? There they are.
Travis is not much of a tennis player.
But he was top of his class at Wharton.
He'll be joining us this fall at the firm.
Well, she wasn't one of my guests.
Did you invite her? No, I've never seen her before.
Sorry.
Maybe she worked on the catering staff? Uh I forgot, which one did they go with, Travis? Uh the Fish Monger, it's down at the market on one of the streets - with the name - Birch Road.
Right.
I'm sure they have a list of wait staff.
If it's okay, we'd also like the invitation list to the party.
Oh, of course.
But what makes you think the poor girl was here? We're not at liberty to say at this time.
Okay, we understand.
We'll forward you our list and RSVP's.
Whatever we can do to help.
I mean, my God.
It's awful.
Alright, thanks.
- You want me to show you out? - We're fine.
- Have you ever read 'The Great Gatsby'? - Welcome to my world.
Mortimer's got a Bentley Convertible.
Parks in the handicap every time he comes to town.
I must have given him 20 tickets myself, I don't think he's paid a one.
Just donates to their statue in the garden at City Hall.
- Welcome to the Hamptons.
- Well, it was nice back there with the 'we're not at liberty' stuff.
- Oh, thanks.
- Where did you get that? - Saw it on TV.
We have about 20 people on our catering staff.
Mostly locals who've been with us for years.
The catering supervisor is the one that does the hiring and firing.
Hey, Bob? Shelly Branigan? The name doesn't ring a bell.
Hey, Jerry? It's not so hard.
Here.
You're chewing it up.
Doesn't ring a bell, huh? You know, let me check the staff list, in case maybe she worked freelance.
Alright, Branigan? Branigan, Branigan, Branigan - Sorry, no Branigan.
- You do a lot of work for George Mortimer? A fair amount, he likes to entertain.
Yeah? Do any of his parties ever get I don't know Crazy? Out of control? Look.
This doesn't come from me, okay? - Mortimer is kind of a big man around here.
- Totally of the record, promise.
Alright.
Some of my waitresses have you know, - complained about him.
- Can you be a little more specific, Bob? They say, once he's knocked back a few G and T's, can't keep his hands to himself.
- Especially around the local girls.
- The ones who can't fight back, right? - Right, those kind.
- Yeah.
Some town you got here, Tim.
- You grew up here? - Noyac.
After college I bummed around the country for a bit, but seagulls pulled me back here.
I guess the salt air gets them in your blood, huh? Hey Chris, how're you doing? Hey everyone, come here.
- We wanna ask you a few questions.
- Come on, guys.
Guys, come on.
Guys, guys, guys, stop playing games, stop.
Circle up, it'll take two minutes.
You were all on the invite list for the Mortimers party the other night.
I wanna know if you recognize this woman.
- No.
- Did you look at it? - Hey, take a look.
- Guys, focus.
- Did you see her? - No, she don't look familiar.
You sure? - No, not me.
- No.
- No.
- No.
Okay, thanks.
Let us know if you hear anything.
Why'd that kid seemed embarrassed that you knew him? - Chris? - Yeah.
Well, he's a local.
His dad is a plumber here in town, he wants to be one of the big guys.
Give me a second.
Chris? Come here.
I wanna talk to you.
Listen, I've been doing this a long time.
I think you've got more to say.
- Ahh, I gotta - Hey Chris.
A girl's dead.
Local kid, just like you.
I don't wanna stir anything up, alright? These guys are my friends.
Yeah, you really believe that? You think you'll still be in their lives, when they go back to Manhattan, or Moscow, or wherever it is they're from? Alright, I might have seen her at the party.
But I'm not sure.
Where? - Backyard.
- Was she with anyone, talking to anyone? No, she was pretty much on her own, She seemed a little out of place.
Probably why I picked up on her.
- Been there.
- Me too.
Thanks for stepping up.
So I went over the serial killer case files with Dr.
Blumer.
And the previous victims were all strangled and partially dismembered.
Frankly this case does not fit the bill.
What? What is it with you and this Blumer guy? Every time you talk about him, you get this weird little smile on your face.
I just find him interesting, that's all.
And he is actually doing a play at the local theatre, how many coroners do Right there, there it is, there it is.
- This weird little smile on your face.
- Honey, I'm home.
- So I checked with the lab.
- Yeah.
That rope from the beach? It's sold with a specific brand of Zodiac dinghy and guess who owns two of them.
- George Mortimer.
- How'd you know? Hey, Carrie.
The jets in the Jacuzzi aren't jetting.
Jay? Hey.
I uh Thought you guys could uh use some help.
With the Jacuzzi? No, I thought I could cross reference some suspect profiles - run some data analysis - Jay? I also understand you need some access to financial files.
Jay, he's not he's not buying it.
Okay, look.
The city is a freaking sauna, my air conditioning is busted and I really wanted to check out Eliot's place, so Alright Jay, but you're gonna have to earn your keep.
Really? Uh Well, when do we start? Yeah, Tim.
Okay, we'll meet you there.
How about now? We got a warrant for Mortimers place.
Yes.
What's the probable cause for this search? - It's all right here in this warrant.
- This is absurd.
I found this one in the Zodiacs.
Thought we could compare it - to the rope from the beach.
- Looks like it just came of the shelf.
Did you just buy a new anchor for your boat? - You don't have to answer that, George.
- I most certainly did not.
What're they doing with that spray? Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah.
Watch where you step.
- That's called luminol.
- And what is luminol? It's a kind of luminescent, which means it glows in the presence of blood.
Alright, we're ready.
Lights out.
Just like that.
Don't say a word.
There were over 250 people at his home for that party.
Anyone of them had access to that boat house.
End of story.
I have another story.
Shelly was an attractive young woman.
Maybe you'd seen her at Juniors on Montauk Highway? Maybe not.
But that night? She caught your eye.
You invited her down to the boat house for a little fun.
Things got hot, she rejected you.
You killed her, let's say accidentally.
- That is preposterous.
- George, don't say another word.
Lieutenant Burnes is telling us a story.
At first you panic, but then you realize you have the perfect escape route.
The water.
So you throw her body into the Zodiac, tie her to an anchor, dump her in the sea.
Problem is, the rope frays, the body surfaces.
Floating inconveniently ashore, bringing us all here today.
That is a fine story, Lieutenant.
I suggest you hold on to it.
Who knows? It might even make a fine novel or screenplay some day.
You may have even found your own true calling.
But know this if you ever call my client in here again and accuse him of murder it'll be the only calling available to you.
We're leaving now.
- What are you doing here? - I heard you had a big fish on the line.
- He just swam right by you.
- Oh.
Let me guess, thought you'd come out, give us a hand? How did you know I was gonna say that? - Hey, everybody.
- Hello.
Murray, how do you like your bluefish? Jay, that is a very personal question.
No, I was just asking.
What? - Surprise me, Jay.
- You won't be disappointed.
Did you get anything on that anchor? It's what we thought.
Luminol showed a lot of blood all over the boat house, nothing on the anchor.
So if we proof Mortimer bought the new anchor, we got him.
You know what, I'll check all the nautical supply shops in the area.
Yeah, you do that.
I got this.
Come on.
Oh Murray, would you get that for me, please? Hello.
Oh, uh Sure, just hold on one second.
- It's Ted for Jo? - Ted? Who is Ted? Oh, it's just a work thing, it's the local M.
E.
Hello Okay, there are literally like a thousand nautical stores on the island.
Yeah, so get started.
I got this.
- Are you sure you're not hungry? - No, I don't have that much of an appetite.
No? Okay, suit yourself.
Yeah, check that out.
His family has produced three Congressmen, two Secretaries of State and an Ambassador to Sweden.
And a hell of a fortune.
Yeah, more money than Shelly Branigan will see in a thousand lifetimes, it doesn't It doesn't seem fair, does it? - That's the American way.
Every town's got one, that big house on the hill.
But what was a little girl from Islip doing there? Okay, I've been going through the phone records from the diner here Shelly worked.
It turns out there's a two minute phone call from there to the Mortimer house.
- When? - A few days ago.
- That's enough for me.
- I know.
No, no, you're forgetting Mortimer's lawyered up, we can't go even near him.
No, I'm sorry, Eliot is not here, can I take a message? Rowena! Rapido, rapido, come on, chop chop.
Maybe we don't have to.
I really shouldn't be here.
If Mr.
Mortimer finds out, I could be fired.
I understand, that we've put you in a uncomfortable position, by asking you here, but we really do appreciate your help.
Here it is, Shelly Branigan.
She called last Monday afternoon and said she was a waitress at some diner.
Did she ask for Mr.
Mortimer? No, the call was for Ms.
Lizzy's fiance Mr.
Harrington.
Ms.
Branigan said he left his jacket at the restaurant, he should come get it.
You sure it wasn't for Mr.
Mortimer? Oh yes, Ms.
Branigan? She asked for Travis.
She knew his name.
Huh.
I went to Juniors with a bunch of friends after drinking one night.
- Must have forgotten my jacket then.
- You said you didn't recognize Shelly.
- I don't.
- Ah.
Travis, we know she waited on you that night at Juniors cafe, we have receipts.
Like I said, I'd been out drinking, I didn't recognize the photo.
Yeah, here's the thing, Travis.
When she called the Mortimers house, she asked for you by name.
So she knew who I was.
Like it or not, it happens out here.
Mr.
Harrington, we did a little digging into your financials, we understand you made a $10,000 withdrawal from your bank account a few days ago.
I've got a wedding coming up, that money was a retainer for the florist.
Is that an EpiPen? Oh Yes.
Peanut allergy.
- Who's the artist? - Our son, Spencer, he's 8.
Excuse me for a second.
Hey Jo, I need you to check something for me.
Engagement party.
Sometimes local kids try to crash our parties.
You know, free food and booze.
Maybe she came with someone.
Maybe.
So I was wrong, guys.
There are only In other words, you haven't traced the anchor.
Whoa, easy boss.
I mean, I'm working with some very cool tools here.
I'm lucky if I can get 3G out here.
plus I'm running some kind of RF-interference on the wireless In other words, you haven't traced the anchor.
Okay, if you put it that way.
But I'm working on it.
- What do you have on Travis? - Well, first off He's not who he says he is.
I ran a full background check.
He grew up as Travis Harlow in Islip.
He and Shelly were in the same class at school.
- I knew it.
- Knew what? Hey Jo, what do you got? That's what I thought.
Okay, thank you.
Bye.
- So what do you know? - Come with me, I'll show you.
Travis is a good kid, he came from a really rough family, a lot of drinking and fighting.
He and his brother Robby used to hang out at our house a lot.
I'm sorry but Travis and Shelly grew up together.
You didn't think this was important for us to know? They haven't seen each other in over 8 years.
You mean ever since Spencer was born.
Did you know that peanut allergies are 85% genetic? Spencer and Travis both have one.
So do a lot of people.
Mrs.
Branigan, we know Shelly had a baby.
Her autopsy proved it.
There are records at St.
Barnibas Hospital - in Islip - That is not true.
How can you come into our home and say that? We have the records if you'd like to see them.
- Spencer is our son.
- Sandra.
Stop.
We can't keep going on like this.
You are right.
Shelly had Spencer when she was 15 years old.
- With Travis.
- Yeah.
They were just kids, so we made a deal.
Travis signed away his parental rights, we adopted Spencer and raised him as our own.
You told us you didn't even know Shelly.
But the fact is, you had a child with her.
Why did you lie? We slept together once when we were 15.
Once.
It wasn't like we had a relationship.
- Tell that to your son.
- Those were rough years.
My mom was an alcoholic and my dad beat the crap out of us.
When Sandra and Jim offered to take Spencer, it seemed like a solution.
At least he'd grow up in a stable home.
So you got the hell out of Islip, changed you name, came back a new man.
I went to school.
Worked my ass off and made something of myself, if that's what you mean.
Then Shelly found you again and threatened to ruin everything.
She wasn't looking for me.
I ran into her at Juniors, beginning of the summer.
First time in years.
She told me about her fathers accident and said they were strapped for cash, - so I helped her out.
- With the $10,000 you withdrew from your account.
I didn't have to give her a cent, legally.
I just felt bad for her.
Well, maybe you just wanted to shut her up.
If George Mortimer found out you lied about who you were and you had an 8-year old son, I doubt you'd still be the prize catch for his precious daughter.
Just because I fathered a child at 15, doesn't mean I'm a killer.
No, but it gives you motive.
- Maybe I should get a lawyer.
- Maybe.
You were at the house, you had a relationship with the victim, and you lied to us.
It's not looking good.
Look, We're gonna find the person that sold you that new anchor and that's it, Travis.
You're going away, it's just a matter of time.
Alright.
I did it.
I killed Shelly, but it was an accident.
- Tell me what happened.
- She showed up at the party.
Threatened to tell Lizzy everything.
And she demanded $50,000 to go away.
I took her down to the boat house to try and talk some sense into her but she wouldn't listen.
She got violent, came at me with a knife.
I managed to get it away from her.
Next thing I knew, there was blood everywhere.
She was dead in like three minutes.
I don't buy it, not for a second.
Too easy.
Yeah, I thought so too.
So what's he doing? - I don't know.
- Yeah, Jay.
Okay, I hit pay dirt.
Nautical store in Medford confirms they sold that anchor.
Had the serial number and everything.
Manager said the guy came in early.
Was it Travis? Well, the clerk who sold it, was gone for the day, manager's pretty fuzzy, couldn't ID Travis's photo's, but he remembers the guy pulled a big wad of cash out of a money clip when he paid for it.
The catering supervisor is the one that does the hiring and firing.
- Thanks.
- Hey, Bob.
He and his brother Robby used to hang out at our house a lot.
- A scrimshaw money clip? - Yeah, actually.
Jay, do me a favor, um, call the Fish Monger over on on Birch Road.
There was a supervisor there by the name of Bob.
I need his full name.
Copy that.
What's Bob the supervisor got to do with anything? He had a money clip and I saw him shucking oysters.
It's not so hard.
You're chewing it up.
Shelly was killed by a 3 inch blade with dull edges.
- Oyster knife.
- An oyster knife, that's our murder weapon.
- Yeah Jay, go ahead.
- Okay, you guys ready for this? Bob's full name is Robert Harlow.
As in Travis Harlow.
So George Mortimer's future son-in-law and Bob the Oyster Shucker are brothers.
That's why Travis confessed so fast.
He's protecting his brother.
He knows Robert did it and he's taking the fall for him.
What do we do with Travis? We just arrested him for murder.
That's right.
We just arrested him.
Everyone knows big city cops would play fast and lose with the rules.
You caught a break.
Mr.
Mortimer called in a favor with Judge Addison.
- What happened? - These cops from the city screwed up big time.
Continued asking questions after you asked for a lawyer.
I got the whole thing on video.
Addison took one look, invalidated the arrest warrant.
You're free to go.
Just like that? Well, it helps if judges owe you favors, I guess.
I wouldn't go too far, if I were you.
- Seem like he bought it? - Let's just hope it works, huh? Yeah, Murray? Phone tap just intercepted a call from Travis to his brother Robert.
Told him to meet him at the marina in an hour.
- Travis has a boat out there, Al.
- They're gonna run.
Subject just arrived.
Exiting vehicle.
He's carrying a duffel bag.
- Copy that.
Big brother is in the boat yard.
What the hell is this? - I thought we were gonna make a plan.
- Yeah, this is the plan.
Take the money, take the boat, go somewhere.
Don't come back.
I brought some clothes and stuff.
- No, come on Travis.
- God, Bobby, why'd you have to kill her? I told you, bro.
She was gonna take you down.
- Not enough, he has to say it.
- All hold.
So she wanted money, big deal.
A 100 grand, that's a big deal to me.
- You told me 50.
- Whatever, 50, a 100.
Did she even mention money? Travis, I know her kind of people, our kind of people.
She wanted one thing.
- What did she say? - She said she wanted to talk to you.
Say goodbye, I know what that meant.
She knew I'd be heading back to the city and we'd never see each other again.
She didn't want to embarrass me by coming by my house so she came to the party.
Where she knew there'd be a million people.
To say goodbye.
I don't know, a little late for theories.
- Get out of here, now.
- And what are you gonna do? And even if I disappear, you can't talk to Lizzy.
- You can't tell her.
- About what? About what? About Shelly? About my son I have to.
She'll drop you before the words are out of your mouth.
- I don't care.
- You can't, Travis.
You You're gonna throw it all away.
Alright, I screwed up, but everything I sacrificed so that you could be somebody.
I worked triple shifts to put you through college.
I know what you did.
Listen to me, they got nothing.
We need to get our stories straight.
- Goodbye, Rob.
No, no, no, listen, listen, listen.
Alright, we can go together.
- I know a guy in Halifax.
- I'm staying, Robbie.
Get over here, get the damn boat, Travis.
You understand what I did? I killed for you.
I didn't ask you to.
- That's it, let's go.
- Go, go.
All units reply.
Move.
You didn't ask me? Huh? You didn't ask me? - Police, don't move.
- Hands, hands.
Get up, now.
Back off, back off.
Alright, keep your hands up.
Nice, we got them.
Every day you asked me, since you were a kid.
'Help me'.
So I gave you a chance.
- Come on, walk.
- We were okay.
Call it in.
Oh well, looks like it's back to confiscating beach fireworks for me.
- I really enjoyed my time with you guys.
- Likewise.
Thank you.
- Hello? - Oh hey.
Just checking in, making sure you people haven't trashed my house.
Well, it's still early, boss.
I hear congratulations are in order, so I brought some champagne-type substance from a local vineyard.
- It's quite a place you got here, Eliot.
- Thank you.
Salt or no salt? Really? You don't remember? What? That the last time we had margarita's was October 23rd, 2002.
- No, no, no, no.
- Winterfest, Henry's Square.
No, it wasn't.
I know.
My birthday party at the Habla was last year.
I'm just keeping you honest.
- Enjoy your salt.
- Thank you very much.
You're thinking about Shelly, aren't you? I don't know.
She wanted to see the father of her son move forward, get closure and it got her killed.
What about Travis? What does he get? Obstruction, accessory? My guess is, the Mortimers would be very happy to have this all just go away.
My guess is, you're right.
His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it.
Gatsby.
Oh, not a story that ends very well.
Ever.
Hey, I got a suggestion.
Major Crimes just set up a Long Island division.
From June to Labor day.
- Hear, hear.
I'll drink to that.
Whoa.
Hey guys, let's get a picture.
Let's do this, let's take care of it.
Ready, guys? Squeeze in.
Hey, guys! Give me a shot.
Alright, ready? And 1,2,3 smile And yeah! Sync and transcription made by Désirée The Dutch Unforgettable Team