♪ ♪
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[sighs contentedly] Ah, great meal.
So how's sailing class going?
It's going really well, Dad.
Yeah. You'd... you'd really enjoy it.
Yeah, yeah.
Well, I did it, you know, back in the day.
[son] Oh, yeah?
♪ ♪
How about jellyfish?
You ever been stung by one of those?
Yeah. It's... [indistinct]
♪ ♪
What's wrong, Dad?
Oh... [chuckles]
Must be hearing things.
♪ ♪
[man] Okay... here we go.
You know, crowding a man's fishing spot
is usually frowned upon around here.
Public beach.
Besides...
looks like you're getting skunked anyway.
Nah. Got a 34-inch blue in the back of the truck.
Besides, shouldn't you be out protecting
the fine people of the Vineyard from dangerous criminals?
Well, that's why I'm here.
Got a call there was a 2-11 in progress,
some "tourist"
stealin' all the fish.
[laughs]
Why don't you try this one, Chief?
Sandstriker 750.
Just came out.
I'll stick with mine, thanks.
Suit yourself.
Hate to see you go home empty-handed.
Again.
Watch and learn, J.W.
[chuckles]
Good luck.
I'm on duty,
but there's a fundraising gala
up at the yacht club tonight.
Might be worth cleaning up for.
Eh, you know that's not my cup of tea.
Besides, collared shirts make my neck itch.
Zee will be there.
I'll catch you later, Chief.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
♪ The only road I've walked ♪
♪ The only path I've known ♪
♪ Well, it's still taking me nowhere ♪
♪ There's nowhere left to call home ♪
♪ Oh-oh... ♪
♪ And I feel the light is changing ♪
♪ Oh-oh... ♪
♪ And I wander on ♪
♪ Oh-oh... ♪
♪ And I feel the light is changing ♪
♪ Oh-oh... ♪
Enjoy.
Good morning, Bob.
What's the good word?
The coffee's hot and the weather's fine.
You have a chance
to check out that big sailboat at the end of the dock?
That Rhodes 77? Fully restored?
Beautiful boat.
Arrived from the mainland on Thursday.
Haven't met the owners yet, somehow.
Hmm. One bluefish filet.
Very nice.
Seems like a fair trade.
How's your dad's boat coming along?
Mm. Slowly.
Like father, like son, I guess.
Well, your dad never rushed a project.
He never seemed to finish one, either.
Well, as John Foster Dulles once said,
"A man's accomplishments in life are the cumulative effect
of his attention to detail."
Secretary of State Eisenhower. Smart man.
Sure, Bob.
Whatever you say.
[chuckles]
[sander whirring]
[woman] Jeff!
Jeff!
[sander powers down]
Judy.
What can I do for you today?
Well, is there any chance
you can you take a look at my outboard?
It turns over, but I-it just keeps quitting.
Sure.
So I called Ted over,
and Ted helped me put this up here,
but he couldn't get it running.
Well, let's take a look.
You know, if the engine's turning over,
you're probably getting a spark.
Uh-huh?
- Maybe just not enough fuel. - Oh.
Thank you so much, Jeff. It's really kind of you.
Just what I thought, your fuel filter's clogged.
Oh!
[Jeff blows on filter]
Beautiful boat.
Did you restore it yourself?
No.
Who did the work? It's, uh, it's impressive.
Uh, some guy in Boston.
Is that where you're sailing in from?
Yeah, Charlestown Marina.
Ah.
Bradley! You made it.
Uh-huh.
- Great day for a sail. - Oh, definitely.
- Good to see you. - You too, man.
I told you this was beautiful.
It is that.
This must be your sister, Stacy.
[Stacy] How'd you guess?
Well... what do you guys want to drink?
We got it all.
Come on in!
[quietly] I still think this is weird.
You've known this guy, what? Three days?
Oh, come on, Stacy.
I'm just saying...
Must be nice...
sailing around on your rich daddy's dime.
Wouldn't know.
[laughs]
Well, that should get you going...
Ah.
You should probably change this filter.
And I'd check the fuel tank.
I think there's some dirt in there.
Okay.
[engine fires] Oh!
Oh! Oh, Jeff! Are you okay?
I'm fine.
[over rumbling motor] Oh, thank you!
Oh, you should probably get that checked out, huh?
Yeah, yeah. You have a good one, Judy.
Thank you!
Again, sorry for the mess,
we're doing some last-minute touch-ups,
but I wanted you to get a first look at the new wing,
funded entirely by Harriet's Hope Foundation.
Dr. Madieras.
Hi, Payton. Welcome.
So, follow me, but please be careful.
With the construction,
I don't want anyone getting hurt.
♪ ♪
Jeff Jackson.
Zee Madieras.
[chuckles]
This is certainly a surprise.
So you're back from New York.
Uh, a few years ago.
What about you, what are you doing on the island?
Moved here about a month ago.
My dad's old place.
"Doctor" Madieras.
Yeah, imagine that.
What about you?
I heard you were a detective with the Boston PD?
I was.
Early retirement.
Why's that?
Missed fishing on the Vineyard.
Oh, yeah? Is that how you hurt your back?
Fishing on the Vineyard?
[chuckles]
No. Uh, it just goes out sometimes.
Okay.
My doctor back in Boston would give me a cortisone shot
when it acted up like this.
Since you're a new patient here,
I can't give you a shot until I've taken an x-ray.
[chuckles awkwardly]
Is that really necessary?
Yes. Stand up. I'll take a look.
[Jeff exhales]
Ooh.
Recent surgery?
Six months ago.
And what'll I see on the x-ray here?
Some pins holding your vertebrae together?
No.
A bullet.
♪ ♪
I'm guessing this is the real reason
for your early retirement.
They tried to dig it out,
and then decided
it was too close to your spinal cord?
You know your way around an x-ray.
I also worked for seven months in New York City
at the Coroner's office,
so I've done enough autopsies
to know what a bullet can do to a body.
You know, if this decides to migrate closer to your spine,
it could damage nerves.
Possibly leave you disabled.
So I've been told.
What were you doing exactly that aggravated it?
Just being neighborly.
You need to be careful with this.
Yeah, I know.
So how about that cortisone shot?
Let's give it a few days, see how you're doing.
Listen, I'll book you for a follow-up soon,
to make sure that the inflammation
doesn't get any worse.
You're the doctor.
I am the doctor!
So no more friendly repairs.
Doctor's orders.
Hi. How did it go?
They love it.
Happy to see their donations put to good use.
Great! Um, Jeff, this is Payton Bartel.
This is Jeff Jackson.
She runs the foundation that funded the new wing.
Nice to meet you.
You too. You know, we have our annual gala
at the Yacht Club tonight.
Yeah. Yeah, I heard.
You should come.
Zee, you'll be there, right?
I wouldn't miss it.
I appreciate the offer.
It's for a great cause.
- I'm sure. - See you tonight.
Bye.
That was a very polite "no."
Nothing personal.
Well, it starts at 8:30, if you change your mind.
It'd be nice to catch up.
It's good to see you, Zee.
Hey, Jeff?
I was really sorry to hear about your dad.
Yeah.
Thanks.
♪ ♪
Hey. Is my Dad in?
- Hi, Lisa. - Hi!
Knock-knock.
- Hey. - Brought you some strudel.
Oh...
Hey, you know,
the county will pay for speech-recognition software
so you don't have to torture yourself with that keyboard.
What're you talking about? I'm much faster
than I used to be.
Oh, yeah, you're lightning fast.
Anyway...
I'm not about to ask for special favors.
At least not until they renew my contract.
Dad, the board's gonna re-elect you.
Everyone loves you.
Hey, I saw Jeff Jackson today, finally.
He came into the clinic.
- Is that so? - Yeah.
Why didn't you tell me the real reason for his retirement?
Well, you doctors have your patient confidentiality,
we cops have a code.
Well.
So I take it I'm not going to see you at the gala tonight.
Oh, lots of paperwork.
All right.
Plus, at the speed you type,
we're gonna need to put a cot in here.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.
- Have fun. - Thank you!
♪ ♪
♪ The sun will set late in the day ♪
♪ Chase it across the open road ♪
♪ Only do it free Can't be another way ♪
♪ We won't stop until we hit the coast ♪
♪ 'Cause the tide may roll ♪
♪ And the wind may blow... ♪
What am I doing?
♪ ...But you've got to take her easy to get along ♪
♪ ♪
[Zee] I'm sure the Percys know all about the Pendray, Britt.
[Britt] I just want them to think of us
the next time they plan one of these functions.
...But I don't understand why the I.R.S. is asking at all.
I'm gonna meet with Payton tomorrow,
and I'll get to the bottom of it, I promise.
There's Helena Percy.
Ahh...
- Okay. - Helena!
What a wonderful party you've put together.
Britt, how lovely to see you.
Dr. Madieras.
You know Gerald Martin?
His firm handles the accounts for Harriet's Hope.
Doctor, you patched up my son a couple years ago.
I remember. You sent me a really lovely note.
Helena,
I wanted to tell you
that we're now doing events at the Pendray.
Um, I'd... I'd love to send you a...
[Helena] What is she doing here?
Jackie Shawl.
That article about the foundation...
she wrote that.
I was wondering
if I can ask you a few questions.
Well, if you'll excuse us, we need to go find my husband.
Of course.
Well, that went well.
[laughs]
♪ ♪
Jeff, this is the second time you've surprised me today.
Well, you said it was for a good cause.
Not sure I look the part, though.
Yeah, did you get dressed in the dark?
That bad?
No, it's not that bad.
♪ ♪
Hello.
Um, Jeff, this is my friend,
Britt Prajna, she runs the Pendray Hotel.
This is Jeff Jackson.
Nice to meet you.
And how do you two know each other?
Blame it our dads. They were, uh, best friends.
Jeff used to spend
his summers out here during high school.
We used to hang out with some of the same people.
Well, hey, I'm gonna do a livestream.
Let's all say hi.
How about I grab us some drinks?
Ray? What are you doing here?
I came here to talk to your Dad.
We told you, it's not a good time.
Okay.
Who does this guy think he is?
I don't know. This is just a joke.
And why haven't I met him before?
Because we haven't seen each other since we were 18.
So...?
It's not like that.
Uh-huh.
It's not, I'm serious.
We were like oil and water.
Maybe there was a kiss, once.
Ms. Shawl, while we appreciate your interest
in Harriet's Hope,
we believe it's inappropriate for you to be here.
Sorry, I don't think I understand.
Oh, I believe you do,
and we'd appreciate it if you would leave
before we begin our program.
[Jackie chuckles, astonished]
Are you kicking me out?
[Payton] No.
Not at all.
Jackie, we'd love you to stay.
Um, maybe some positive coverage for Harriet's Hope
would be appreciated.
Stay and enjoy.
I have something to show the two of you.
Come with me.
- That was weird. - Mm.
Thanks.
[man] Mr. Martin?
Hi. I've been meaning to speak to you about something.
Oh? And you are?
Dad, Helena says they're going onstage now.
- Oh! - I, uh, I really just...
I'll catch you later.
Buddy. You can see he's busy.
[Ray] Yeah, I just need a second.
[Bradley] No. We need to talk.
No, we don't. I came here to talk to your...
You show up here uninvited. Completely...
We need to talk. We both know why you're here.
Just step outdoors, okay? Step outdoors.
Kind of a weird vibe in here tonight.
Tense.
[Bradley] ...with my dad...
[Ray] I didn't feel like I needed to.
[Bradley] I'm not gonna tell you...
- Hey! Get your hands off me! - Don't touch me!
- Get your hands off me! - No, no!
Hey! Hey, hey.
That's enough.
Take it outside.
Yeah, that's right, Ray. Let's take it outside.
♪ ♪
Ladies and gentlemen,
if I could have your attention, please?
I would like to welcome you
to the fifth annual Harriet's Hope Gala.
[warm applause]
Thank you.
I'm Payton Bartel,
Executive Director of Harriet's Hope,
a foundation started by my father
after the death of my mother, Harriet,
to help families impacted by illness.
And while we helped many people in those early days,
our reach was short,
until two very special people
joined our board of directors...
Mr. Thomas Percy, our board president,
and his wonderful wife, Helena,
our fund development chair.
[applauding]
So please...
give a warm welcome to Mr. Thomas Percy.
[applauding]
Payton has kindly given us the credit,
but the credit really belongs to everyone here.
It's because of your generosity
that our success is even possible,
so eat, drink, be merry...
And dance!
[laughter] Yes. Please dance.
As long as you don't have two left feet, like me...
[crowd chuckling]
You know...
someone once said to me,
"To love and be loved
is everything."
So, thank you, everyone for showing us your love...
and allowing us to spread it far and wide.
Enjoy the evening.
[applauding]
Okay, guys, let's get this picture.
[shutter snaps]
Get a selfie.
So, Jeff, having a good time?
Sure. It's, uh, it's nice to get out.
Well, we'll have more fun on the dance floor.
Let's all go.
Thanks, but I'm not much of a dancer.
Did we just find the one thing Jeff Jackson isn't good at?
[chuckles] You know, it's just
I don't think my doctor would approve.
She's very strict.
Okay! So...
just us girls then?
[Zee] Guess so.
Come on, Zee.
Have fun.
♪ ♪
[sinister theme plays]
♪ ♪
[Jeff] Kelly!
[shot fires]
- [thud] - [gasp]
What'd you do,
work on your dad's boat all night?
Feels like it.
As a local sage recently told me,
"A man's accomplishments in life
are the cumulative effect of his attention to detail."
Sounds like my kinda guy.
- Thanks, Bob. - My pleasure.
Morning.
Huh.
♪ ♪
Blood.
♪ ♪
[police radios crackling, indistinct]
Okay, put him down here.
Will everyone move back, please?
O'Connor, I'm gonna need some more help down here.
You know, you might want to reference
a tides map of Vineyard Sound from the N.O.A.A.
The current must've brought him in
from somewhere nearby.
Uh, yeah. Good idea. Thanks.
Is Chief Madieras coming down?
Oh, actually, there he is.
Jeff.
Probably not how you wanted to start your day.
No. I'd rather be pulling bluefins
out of the water right now.
Want to tell us where you found him?
Yeah, I found a jacket over down on the rocks, by Bob's.
Started to look around,
and found him stuck up against those pilings.
Any I.D. on him?
No, sir.
I'm pretty sure his name's Ray.
He was staying on that Rhodes 77 down near the end of the dock.
You talked to him?
A bit. I also saw him last night.
Ah, here she is.
She's my acting M.E.
Zee is your acting M.E.?
What are you, moonlighting?
I'm the only doctor on the island
who has autopsy experience.
What about you? I thought you were retired.
He found the body.
Ah.
Okay, let's see here.
He looks familiar.
Yeah, he was at the gala last night.
Arguing with those two other kids.
Oh, yeah, I saw that.
That was Bradley and Stacy Martin.
This guy was arguing with Gerald Martin's kids?
Yeah.
Might want to talk to them before they lawyer up.
You don't think it might've been a simple drowning?
Had too much to drink at the party,
went for a walk?
"Long walk off a short pier"?
I don't think so, Chief.
[Zee] Oh, wait a minute.
There's a laceration on the back of his head.
Maybe he smacked it against the dock
on his way down?
That way, it could be the blow and not the water
that killed him.
It's possible.
He's wearing a ring.
It's a graduation ring.
"Class of '85."
He had boat keys in his pocket.
I can show you the boat.
All right, let's go.
It's just over here.
No obvious signs of foul play.
And if he'd gone over the side here,
the current would've taken him in the other direction.
Came in alone, big boat like this?
I didn't see anyone else with him,
except when he took the Martin kids out.
Anyone here?
Martha's Vineyard Police!
[thumps on hatch]
Open up!
[Jeff] Hey, Chief.
Take a look at this.
Looks like a yearbook.
[Chief] I'll call a judge and get a search warrant,
and I'll get Jenkins busy looking up the hull number.
Sounds like you got it handled. Good luck.
Hey, we're gonna need you to come down to the station
this afternoon
so we can get an official statement from you.
[Jeff] All right.
Hey! Jeff?
Hi!
What's going on? Everything okay over there?
Listen, do me a favor, Judy.
You see anyone else taking an interest in this boat,
you give me a call.
♪ ♪
[Jackie] Sorry, just one second.
Dr. Madieras, where's Mae?
I'm acting M.E. this week.
I don't suppose you could at least tell me
if the victim drowned or...
No comment for now.
Come on, Zee. You gotta give me something.
[thud]
♪ ♪
[keys clacking]
"Vineyard...
Haven...
High."
Let's see. What do we got here?
"Vineyard Haven 25-year high-school reunion..."
"Popular Vineyard Haven teacher retires..."
"Vineyard Haven alum donate 50 new computers."
"The donation was spearheaded by Gerald Martin,
Vineyard Haven class of '85."
Hmm.
[click]
[printer whirring]
♪ ♪
Chief!
Gerald.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
I wanted to have a chat
with Brad and Stacy, if they're home.
No, I don't think so.
They took the ferry to the mainland today
to see a concert in Boston.
I don't expect them till tomorrow.
Mm, kids these days, huh?
Aw, you know.
Yeah, come on in.
Can I, uh, ask what this is about?
A friend of theirs was found dead this morning.
Dead?
I'm real sorry to hear that.
You know who it was?
We haven't positively identified him yet,
that's why I need to talk to your kids.
We know they went sailing with him yesterday,
and they talked to him
at the Harriet's Hope Gala last night.
You're not suggesting my kids had anything to do
with his death?
I'm not suggesting anything.
I just need to speak to them.
How about I come by again tomorrow afternoon?
Sure. I'll tell 'em to expect you.
Great. Thanks, Gerald.
Right...
Yeah, sure.
♪ ♪
[Zee] What is that?
Gotcha.
♪ ♪
Okay, so you saw the body in the water,
and then you called 9-1-1, and then what did you do?
I waited.
Look, have you looked up
the hull number of that boat yet?
Uh, yeah, but it isn't registered to anyone named Ray.
Well, who's it registered to?
Um... I don't think I'm allowed to tell you that.
I'm guessing this is the printout
of the registration.
And now I can see
that the owner of the boat's name is Donovan Fletcher.
I've heard that name before.
Excuse me.
- [Zee] Hey, Sara. - Oh, hey, Zee.
- Is my Dad in his office? - Uh-huh.
Dad, I found something you have to see.
It's a small splinter of glass
that I found in the laceration wound
on the victim's head.
You know what this means?
It sounds like he was murdered.
So this Ray kid didn't drown?
He was murdered.
That's what your official report's gonna say?
It's going to say that the cause of death
was blunt-force trauma to the head,
likely from something made of glass,
or with a glass component.
And you're sure he didn't fall onto or through
something made of glass?
No, the angle of impact makes that unlikely.
Then whoever killed him
must have dumped his body in the ocean after the fact.
So you got a graduation ring,
and the Vineyard Haven yearbook on the boat...
both from the class of 1985.
I got curious...
so I looked up the class of '85...
and I found this online.
And Gerald Martin
was in the Vineyard Haven class of 1985.
And last night, when I was at the bar,
Ray came up to introduce himself to Gerald Martin,
and the Martin kids were right there,
doing their best to literally drag him away.
But wait...
if they were trying to protect their father from Ray,
why would they get on a sailboat with him?
[knocking on door]
Sir? Uh...
Detective... Jeff, he thought I should run priors
on the sailboat owner Donovan Fletcher?
Oh, he did?
- What'd you find? - A lot of arrests.
Mainly in Boston.
Grand larceny, fraud, extortion,
I've got his mug shot.
[Jeff] He was there last night, too.
Right next to me, at the bar.
Run a search for his known associates.
Yes, sir.
So Ray's sailing around on a boat
owned by this guy Fletcher.
H-He's hunting down Gerald Martin,
using his kids to get to him,
and somehow he gets bashed in the head.
You got your work cut out for you.
Well, I'll let you get to it then.
Jeff, wait. Um...
This investigation looks like
it's gonna be a lot more complex than usual.
What do you mean, usual?
We've had one homicide on the island in 12 years.
Right.
We're not exactly swimming in experience here,
and you've worked how many homicides?
Too many.
[Chief] Yeah, we could really use your help.
You could lend us
your expertise, maybe help steer the case?
That's a really good idea.
No, it's-it's not.
I'm-I'm retired.
Not by choice. You're still a detective.
Otherwise, you never would've brought us this.
Okay, yeah, you know, my mind goes there,
but I can't work this case.
I'm not a cop anymore.
And besides...
I'm done with all that.
Oh, what, you don't care about catching the bad guy anymore?
Really?
You don't even know what you're asking me.
You think I don't know what I'm asking, but I do.
I know where you got that bullet you're carrying around.
You know, your Dad used to tell me
that people rarely do what they're great at,
what they love.
They do what's easiest...
...And spent the rest of their lives regretting it.
Oh, I remember.
You really gonna play the "Dad" card?
[Chief chuckles]
There's a killer running around this island...
Then hire a real detective.
I can give you a few names.
Thanks.
You're right.
I'm sorry I put you on the spot.
This case is mine.
Not yours.
[officer] Uh, Chief?
Gerald Martin is on hold for you.
He wants to know if you want
to come back out to the house and speak to his kids?
Thanks, Jeff.
♪ ♪
Jackie Shawl?
Your office told me I could find you here.
Something about a board meeting?
Yes, well, they barred me from sitting in.
And you are...?
Jeff Jackson.
Doing some research for Chief Madieras.
I wanted to ask you about an article you wrote.
What can you tell me about Gerald Martin?
Well, it's interesting you ask.
Why should I answer?
Found a body this morning.
At the pier.
You're the one who found the body?
And I recognized him as someone
who was trying pretty hard to talk to Gerald Martin
at the gala last night.
Gerald Martin. I see.
Well, then we definitely should talk.
But if you can just hold on one minute...
Helena! I know you don't want to talk to me,
but you and your husband cannot dodge my questions forever!
Jackie,
this is not a good time for Helena right now.
Her car was stolen at the gala last night.
She's very upset.
Isn't that the least of her problems?
If you have questions, you're welcome to ask me.
It seems to me
that you'd be more angry about the allegations
by the I.R.S. than anyone.
Well, if I thought they were true,
I would be, but I don't believe it.
How could I?
I'll tell you what... I will talk to Thomas,
and have him back to you at the end of the afternoon, okay?
♪ ♪
When you came by earlier, Chief,
I had no idea
that Brad and Stacy had ditched their trip to Boston.
It's true.
We didn't tell him we changed our minds.
So, why don't you tell me how you met Ray,
if that's his name.
That's... That's the name he told us...
Did he give you a last name?
No.
Where'd you meet him?
At the bar in the yacht club
on Tuesday.
He came up to me,
we started talking, he bought me a beer,
and said I had to go see his boat,
and so we went down there,
saw the boat, it was pretty cool,
then he said to come back next time
with my sister.
Why do you think he wanted you to bring your sister?
I don't know, she came up in the conversation,
and I thought he was being polite,
so I-I asked her.
[Stacy] And I had nothing better to do,
so I went, too,
although if I'd known it was gonna be so weird,
- I wouldn't... - "Weird," how?
He was just...
kind of nervous,
like smiling too much or something,
but I guess it was fine at first.
But then he starts talking about our dad,
and he's asking all these nosy questions...
Super-intrusive,
and we were thinking, "This is not cool."
And we bring up the gala,
and he's, like, "I want to go meet your Dad."
[Stacy] And we told him no,
because now we're thinking, okay, this guy really is weird,
and then he shows up there anyway.
I thought I'd led a complete stalker to my dad,
so we-we got him out of there as fast as we could.
So you got him to leave?
Yeah, I...
We got him out of there,
and we sort of stood guard outside for a little while,
and he left, yeah.
Did he tell you
why he was so interested in meeting your father?
Any idea why this kid
was so determined to talk to you?
Well, people always want something from me.
They want me to give them a job, or invest in their company.
Who knows?
Hmm.
Okay. Thanks.
My friend at the Globe knows you,
she says you're one of the good ones.
So I tell you my story,
and you tell me about the body you found?
That's the deal.
A month ago, I got an anonymous tip about Harriet's Hope.
This person had been working there a long time,
and said that she believed
someone was skimming money from the foundation.
A lotof money.
She said
over a million dollars had gone missing
in the time that she was working there.
Whew!
I know.
So I began asking questions
and, of course, got nothing but denial,
so... and you can't tell anyone this...
I took it to the I.R.S.,
and they actually started looking into it.
Did they find proof?
Well, the I.R.S. can't comment on an ongoing investigation.
But it seems to me that to be able
to skim money over the long term,
you have to have access to their books.
And guess who owns the accounting firm
that keeps their books?
Gerald Martin.
♪ ♪
Paper?
Well, best of luck finding out who that kid was.
I have one more question for you.
Sure. Go ahead.
You ever hear of a guy by the name of Donovan Fletcher?
No. No. Can't say that I have.
Well, thanks for your time, Gerald.
Sure.
[door opens and shuts]
♪ ♪
A three.
[knocking on door]
Well, you're looking very doctor-y.
Thank you.
Uh, can you give me a sec?
Yeah.
'Kay.
- Hey. - Hey.
Um...
I owe you an apology for pushing you so hard.
No, you don't.
Don't ever apologize for doing everything you can
to catch the bad guy.
So you do still care.
Of course I do. I mean, it was my whole life.
- For a long time. - I know.
I'm sorry.
It's just that you've been through a lot, and...
Zee, stop.
I'm not a wounded bird.
And this isn't gonna work
if you're gonna treat me like one.
What's not gonna work?
I'm in.
I'm gonna help you and your dad work the case.
Tch. Oh.
Where do we start?
First thing tomorrow,
we start where the victim was last seen alive.
The yacht club.
Okay. I'll see you there.
[sinister theme plays]
[shot fires]
[Jeff] Kelly!
I got you, buddy.
[gunshot fires]
♪ ♪
So Jenkins found a legitimate company owned by Fletcher,
employing one Ray Norris...
Oh, so we finally have a last name.
[Jeff] Any idea what Ray did for him?
No, but maybe we'll find an answer on that boat.
Judge signed a search warrant this morning.
Mm. So our working theory
is that Fletcher had something on Gerald Martin.
And you're thinking that Fletcher was blackmailing him?
Well, he's been arrested for extortion before.
I mean, it would explain why Martin might skim money
from Harriet's Hope, if that's what he was doing.
Yeah, let's say
he was using the foundation as his personal ATM.
He would've stopped the minute the I.R.S. showed up.
And if he missed some payment to Fletcher,
someone like Ray would show up to lean on him.
But Martin fights back,
kills Ray, dumps him in the ocean.
So we might actually have the "why."
If we can figure out what Fletcher had on him.
Although I'm thinking
it might have something to do with the class of '85.
You know, I'd really like to take a look
at the yearbook we saw on that boat.
I'll bring it back with me. Now, uh...
the search warrant for the security footage
at the yacht club.
- We're on it. - Good.
[key clicks]
There. 920.
That's when Bradley pushed Ray out the door.
Wait. He's going back in.
Let's see when he comes back out.
[Zee] There's Stacy.
♪ ♪
Wait.
[whacks key]
- Who's that? - Helena Percy.
[hits key]
[Zee] Is she crying?
[Jeff] Well, Payton Bartel did say
that her car was stolen that night.
Wait.
She just went out of frame.
[toggling keys]
She's back...
seven minutes later.
Maybe she went to look for her car?
[Jeff] Yeah...
[Zee] A lot of people came out the front door that night,
but there's no Ray.
I don't think Ray comes out this door at all.
Bradley and Stacy lied.
♪ ♪
Yep.
Looks like someone disconnected the camera for construction.
If Ray didn't go out the front,
he had to have come out the back.
And so could any number of other people.
We saw Bradley heading back here.
[Jeff] You see what I see?
Those glass blocks. Maybe...
The head wound and that splinter of glass...
One of these glass blocks could be the murder weapon.
That means...
That means this could be our crime scene.
- I'll call my dad. - Yeah.
[Jeff] That one's missing a tarp.
[shutter snapping]
Dad, you need to send a Forensics team
behind the yacht club.
♪ ♪
Okay, my dad's got a team on the way.
What is it?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Drag marks. Through here.
There's no blood trail.
And don't scalp lacerations like the one you found on Ray
bleed a lot?
- Copiously. - Well, that could
explain the missing tarp.
You know, his killer could've wrapped him in it
and dragged him...
...to the parking lot, to a vehicle.
Right, 'cause he's got to get to the ocean somehow.
You grew up here.
If you had a body in your car
and you needed to dump it fast...?
Seems like a pretty public place to dump a body.
No, it's really desolate at night
and this is the easiest place to get a body into deep water.
The yacht club's, like, half a mile away,
so this is the first place I thought of.
Looks like someone's driven up here recently.
We might be able to pick up these tracks.
You know, the way the current flows,
it could carry a body to where you found Ray.
We need to get a team down here for a search,
see if anything's washed up on this beach.
[phone ringing]
- Hello? - Jeff?
Oh, hi. It's Judy.
Remember, you asked me to call you if anybody
got on that sailboat in the slip across from mine...
Well, if you're talking about the police searching it,
they have a warrant.
No, no, no, they came and went a while ago.
No, I'm talking about
a guy on the deck right now.
I've never seen him before.
He's very suspicious.
Be right there. We gotta go.
♪ ♪
There's nobody here.
Where's Judy?
Judy!
- [knocking] Judy! - [Zee] Hey, Dad.
Yeah. We're on the boat right now.
No, if someone was here, they aren't here anymore.
Judy?
[Judy] Jeff!
Did you see him?
See who?
I don't know. Yeah.
[crying out]
[Zee struggling]
Zee! Call the police!
[gasps]
[grunting]
Jeff!
[Zee grunts]
[Jeff grunts]
[splashing]
You hurt?
I'm okay. Oh! Behind you!
I don't think so.
Oh! He's getting away!
As far as I know,
it's not against the law
for a man to take possession of his own boat.
There was no sign saying it was impounded or off-limits.
Your bodyguard tries to toss my daughter overboard,
and you swung a boat hook at him.
Assault with a deadly weapon
can get you put away for a good long while.
My client saw
what he believed to be intruders on his property
while searching for spare keys.
He and his security personnel
acted within their legal right to remove said intruders.
"Security personnel."
[Jeff] Let's talk about other personnel.
Ray Norris worked for you.
Not as of a week ago. I fired him.
You typically dismiss employees
with a glass block over the head?
I don't know what you mean.
He was an unreliable deckhand,
neglected to obey orders in a timely manner.
So I told him to get lost.
Which he did.
In my boat.
You expect us to believe he stole your boat?
It's not what I expected, I assure you.
Why didn't you report it stolen?
I have a reputation, and I prefer...
You prefer to dish out retribution yourself?
I prefernot to involve the police in private matters.
And I'm guessing you consider your business with Gerald Martin
"a private matter"?
Who's Gerald Martin?
♪ ♪
Yes!
Still no sign of Fletcher's bodyguard?
No. Fletcher keeps telling us he can't reach him,
but we'll round him up soon if he's still on the island.
And I'll hold Fletcher on that assault charge for now.
You believe what he said?
Ray Norris stole his boat?
Well, if it's true,
it just made this case a whole lot simpler.
The kid makes off with the boat,
Fletcher chases him down,
and then lives up to his reputation
by killing him.
Okay, if Ray did steal his boat,
he'd know that Fletcher would come after him hard.
Yeah.
What's the first rule of larceny?
"Don't get caught with the merchandise."
So you're saying what,
Ray got himself a room while he was here?
Well, it'd be stupid to stay on that boat, wouldn't it?
I come bearing evidence.
Oh, yeah?
I found this in Ray Norris's pocket.
The water was trying to turn it to pulp,
but I was able to salvage some of the larger pieces
and put it together.
"2-1-1-5-9-3."
It's not a complete number, but it's better than nothing.
And I've been trying to figure out what it is.
I thought it was a phone number,
but there's no "211" U.S. area code.
Maybe it's an international number?
You might want to try a bank routing number.
I've been doing my dad's probate stuff,
filling out a lot of financial documents.
The routing number for his bank
starts with "21137".
Maybe there's another bank with a similar routing number?
[Chief] Help yourself there.
Okay, let's see here.
[keys clacking]
No...
Bingo.
[Chief] So Ray was walking around
with a bank account number in his pocket?
Maybe it's Fletcher's?
Or Gerald Martin's.
Ray had his high school class yearbook.
Where is that, by the way?
- It's right here. - [knock ON door]
[Jenkins] Sir? I just spoke to a hotel manager
who said that Ray Norris checked in five days ago.
What hotel?
The Pendray.
[Jeff] Anyone talk to him during his stay?
Um, I haven't had the chance to ask around yet.
And what about housekeeping?
Have they serviced the room at all this week?
Well, no, because... this.
Ah.
Well, Ray definitely wasn't sleeping on that boat.
Ugh. Or eating anything close to a healthy diet.
[laughs]
Remind me never to let you look in my fridge, Doctor.
Should I go talk to my staff,
see if anyone remembers talking to this guy?
Good idea.
Jeff...
Look at this.
Helena Percy?
[creaking]
What?
♪ ♪
I really couldn't tell you
how that young man got ahold of my business card.
You're saying you didn't get any calls from him?
Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying.
You do know
that his cell phone records will show if he called you.
Well, I could check my voicemail
and see if he left any messages.
That'd be great, Helena.
Only now is not the best time.
Oh.
What's going on, Helena?
It seems the young man that we read about in the newspaper,
you know, the one that was killed the night of our gala...
Ray Norris was killed atyour gala,
behind the venue.
Well, it seems that he had my business card.
Well, my wife's business cards are all over the island.
She's in charge of fund development.
We want donors to be able to find her.
I was just about to check my voicemail
to see if he'd contacted me.
Payton checks your messages every day,
you'd have known if he'd called.
Helena's only in the office twice a week.
Ah, well, there you go.
Is there anything else that I can help you with?
Yes, actually.
Can you explain why you were crying
outside the doors of the yacht club,
less than five minutes after you were smiling up onstage?
I thought it was because of your car,
but you didn't report it stolen until after midnight.
Well, it's because of all of that.
Dealing with the I.R.S.
We'd just been onstage bragging about our success,
and in the meantime,
we're dealing with them.
Questions, suspicions...
having to defend our integrity.
Can you blame her for being a little emotional?
It's contemptible to be accused of something with no proof.
[Payton] Helena?
They're asking about the donations
earmarked for the new hospital wing.
Okay.
If you'll excuse us.
- We have to resolve this matter. - Sure.
♪ ♪
She's lying.
How can you be sure?
Well, Ray's cell phone records will tell us
one way or the other.
[text alert chirps]
That's my dad.
He wants us meet him at the South Pier.
Let's go.
[Chief] All right, boys. Pull it out.
A tarp was missing
from one of the glass block pallets
behind the yacht club,
and Jeff thought that it might have been used
to wrap around Ray, to transport the body.
Your murder weapon.
♪ ♪
So... I hear you've been hanging at the police station,
donating your detective skills to the Chief.
You hear about everything, don't you, Bob?
I must have one of those faces.
People just love to tell me things.
Yeah, well, my, uh, "skills"
haven't been able to crack the case yet,
and I was hoping I'd find some answers in here,
but it's a lot of wishing someone named "Donna"
a good summer.
Ah, I knew a Donna in high school.
No, wait.
Someone named "Goose" said
he loved dancing with her at prom.
[Bob chuckles]
[phone rings]
Hey, Chief. Whatcha got?
Just reading the report from Forensics.
They got traces of blood on that glass block from the tarp.
So no doubt it's the murder weapon?
Yeah, but no prints.
That's too bad.
You know,
if it was freshwater instead of saltwater,
we might've had a shot.
Yeah, they did manage to lift a couple of partials
off one of those other blocks that fell off the pallet.
I'm guessing they're gonna be Fletcher's,
or maybe that so-called "security personnel" of his.
I'm not so sure that's your best bet.
The simplest story
is always the best bet.
Oh, and listen, uh,
the lab also sent us the model of tires
that made those tracks down at the pier.
If they match the tires on Fletcher's car,
then I think we have our guy.
Would you mind texting me the model?
There's another angle I want to work on that.
- You got it. - Thanks.
[beeps phone off]
Bob?
If I was gonna unload a stolen car,
where would I go?
I do know a guy.
♪ ♪
You Gus?
You got a sec?
22,075,000, according to the average life span.
I guess I could spare a few.
Great!
Well, it looks like Vineyard salvaging is really paying off.
Yeah, metal
is worth its weight in gold these days.
It's a good little side business.
I'm, uh, looking for some parts for my mother-in-law's car.
[chuckling]
She's got high-end tastes with a low-end budget.
You know what I mean.
What kind of parts are you looking for?
Something that would fit a BMW 7-series.
You got anything like that?
Now, there's a coincidence.
I had one of those come in yesterday.
It's not a coincidence?
Nope.
You want to tell me where you got it?
I got a lot to do today.
Oh, that's fine.
I get it.
I can just call my cop buddy
and have him come down here with a warrant.
Well, now, now, you don't need to do that.
Okay, then.
You tell me where you got it,
and we can forget we ever had this conversation.
Deal?
Deal.
Yeah.
After you.
Local guy brought it in.
He found it out in the state forest,
thought it was abandoned.
You know... fair salvage.
♪ ♪
It wasn't hotwired.
[groans]
[bodyguard groans]
Why are you following me?
You still holding a grudge about that swim?
[groans] No. I just wanted to ask you some questions,
and didn't want the cops involved.
Too late.
[siren wails]
♪ ♪
Good thing you got a bead on him when you did.
I've been shadowed by better.
He was trying to stop you finding evidence
that pointed to him and his boss
from Helena Percy's stolen car.
Yeah, well, there's something else
bothering me about that car right now.
It wasn't hotwired.
Whoever stole it had a key.
Aw, man.
[laughter and chatter echoing]
Sounds like a party.
[lively music plays under chatter]
♪ ♪
[Payton] Oh, excuse me.
Zee, hi.
Hi, Payton. What's the occasion?
The I.R.S. just informed us
they finished their investigation,
and found no wrongdoing with our books,
which I always said they would.
Well, that's great.
And we're about to make Helena's day even better.
Jeff found her car.
Oh, my goodness.
I... I'll go get her.
Helena, Jeff and Zee... [continues indistinctly]
♪ ♪
We are very happy to hear about the car, of course.
It was a minor headache
compared to what we were dealing with here, though.
Well, you can pick it up tomorrow.
But, unfortunately, we don't have any keys to give you.
We assume you have a spare set?
Ah, more than one.
She's always misplacing her keys,
so I made several sets for her...
one for her desk, one for her purse,
one for home,
just in case.
So any number of people could have had access to those keys.
Technically, yes.
See you two on the boat!
All right, Goose. See you out there.
[Gerald chuckles]
Cheers.
Did you just call him "Goose"?
Nickname from high school.
Everyone thinks it's from Top Gun,
but it was from before that,
wasn't it, Tom, because of his laugh?
Right, our Goose is the original.
They should pay him a licensing fee.
[all chuckling]
Funny.
Well, we'll let you get back to your party.
Let's go, Zee.
Um, thank you.
[Jeff]: Thanks.
Cheers.
Jenkins?
Did you find it?
Pulled it up
and printed it out right after you called.
Birth certificate for "Raymond Joseph Norris."
Donna Marie Norris,
Mother.
Father...
[Zee]: Hmm. Unknown.
Okay, so if Gerald Martin
was the "Goose" who took Donna to prom...
Ray wanted to meet Gerald Martin
because he believed Martin was his father.
Yeah.
[Chief] Jeff!
I got some news for you.
We got a match on the prints
we got off the glass block from the yacht club.
It's not Donovan Fletcher.
Gerald Martin?
No, it's another Martin.
Bradley?
No. It's his sister. Stacy.
[Zee sighs]
Stacy Martin's print was on one of the glass blocks?
Why would her prints even be in the system?
Little shoplifting incident a few years ago.
But now we've got her at the scene of the crime,
handling a block identical to the murder weapon.
If we're right about Ray's mom, we have a motive.
Yeah, I'm gonna need you to explain that one to me.
I didn't put it together at first, either,
but, in high school, the Donna who owned this yearbook
was named Donna Lawson.
And she has a note in here from someone named "Goose"...
That's Gerald Martin's nickname.
Here they are together.
[Chief] Back up a little bit.
Ray Norris was born in, what, '96?
March 1996, in Concord, New Hampshire.
I know that Martin married Bradley and Stacey's mom
long before '96.
T-The math just doesn't add up.
Well, when I looked up the class of '85,
I saw an article about a class reunion.
This class's 10-year reunion would have been in '95.
I'm thinking Martin and Donna reconnected at the reunion.
She got pregnant, but he was married.
And that's why she put "father unknown"
on the birth certificate.
But she still his class ring and, at some point,
she gives it to Ray, tells him the truth.
So he came here to meet his father,
except his other kids did not like that at all.
[faintly] Right.
Well...
let's go talk to them.
♪ ♪
Chief. What can I do for you?
We need to speak with Stacy. Bradley, too.
Well, they're not here. I'm not sure where they went.
Well, you either need to round them up
and bring them down to the station
with your attorney,
or I'll have to put out an APB on them.
This is about our murder victim, Ray Norris,
the one I saw you shaking hands with at the gala?
Okay. And?
Well, Ray Norris is the son of Donna Norris.
Formerly Donna Lawson.
Name ring a bell...
"Goose"?
I went to prom with Donna. And that was her son?
We were wondering
if it might also have been your son.
[laughs]
You're serious?
Look, I don't think that's possible.
I mean, the last time I saw Donna
was in '89, '90, '91.
You don't seem too sure.
Just find your kids,
call your lawyer,
and meet us at the station, all right?
♪ ♪
[phone ringing]
[beep]
Zee? What's up?
Um, I came to The Duke
for an early lunch,
and guess who's here?
Bradley and Stacy Martin.
♪ ♪
[background chatter]
Hey.
Hey, I'm so sorry.
Stacy left
and I just didn't feel like I could tackle her
on her way out the door.
- Where is he at? - Over there.
Well, let's see what old Brad has to say.
♪ ♪
[indistinct exchange]
Not good.
Bradley, wait. We want to help you.
Look, if you think I'm gonna tell you where Stacy is,
you can forget it.
Hey. You want to protect her.
I respect that.
Whatever, man.
Look, I think you should know what we know,
at least then
you can make an informed decision about what to do.
[Bradley] Okay.
What do you know?
Why don't you sit down?
We know Ray believed he was your father's son.
He thought you were his brother,
and Stacy his sister.
That's why he took you on that boat ride.
It was so ridiculous.
He brought us out into the middle of the ocean,
he starts telling us
this crazy story about how my dad
got together with his mom at the high-school reunion.
Did you believe him?
Well, we didn't want to,
but then he shows us this yearbook,
and a ring
he says that my dad gave his mom and...
He had a... He had a bank account number.
Okay? He called this his "real proof."
He said, that most of his life,
his mom got monthly payments from our father.
When his mother died, he found that account number.
And he wanted more money from your dad?
I shouldn't be telling you this...
Ray went to the gala to confront your Dad.
You and Stacy tried to stop him,
but you couldn't get him to leave.
No. Yes, we did. We did make him leave.
Bradley, there are security cameras outside the yacht club.
We know he went out with you, but then he went back in.
And we know Stacy followed him back in,
and went out the back door.
We know this because we found her prints
on one of the glass blocks behind the club.
That is because he pushed her into them.
So you found them together behind the club?
Did you feel like you had to protect her?
I have to go.
♪ ♪
Was he about to confess?
What do we do?
We follow him.
♪ ♪
[hushed] Come on.
[thumps door]
[indistinct exchange]
Thanks.
Those are boat keys.
They must have a boat in that garage.
♪ ♪
Stay here.
[Stacy] It's gonna be fine.
♪ ♪
Brad, no, don't run!
Bradley!
He didn't do anything!
♪ ♪
Hey!
That's not the way out of this, kid.
♪ ♪
First of all,
running down my clients like that?
Not the way to win their cooperation.
This is all ridiculous anyways.
Ray Norris is not my son.
I mean, he told my kids that I supposedly
got together with his mother at our 10-year reunion?
Well, I didn't even go to my high-school reunion.
I was working in London.
You can check with my boss.
It's not true.
Doesn't matter if it's true or not.
Of course it matters!
[quietly] I think it kind of matters.
No, what matters
is that these two thought it was true.
You believed him, didn't you?
You believed
he was gonna force his way into your family.
You believed he was gonna demand your father's time,
his money...
Things you two were used to getting all to yourselves.
- It's not true. - [Drummond] Dut-dut.
Do not answer that.
Not that it matters.
Motive without evidence is useless in a court of law.
We have Stacy's prints on a glass block.
Not the actual murder weapon.
But that puts her at the scene
the time the murder took place.
And then what?
At 9:53, Bradley Martin was seen on security footage
from the yacht club,
entering the front door,
and then eyewitness said
that he then went straight to the coat room.
[Jeff] Where Helena Percy stated she left her coat,
with the car keys in the pocket.
How would I know that? I went in there for...
Shh, shh, shh!
[Gerald] Wait, wait, wait, wait.
First, you say Stacy's prints prove she was there,
then Brad going into a coat closet means...
A jury would probably think it means
he helped her get rid of the body.
Maybe even more than that.
Or maybe
he was just defending his sister
during an altercation with Ray.
Is that possible?
If that's the truth of it,
then you could claim self-defense.
But if you want that to fly,
you've got to tell us what happened.
Speculation is not evidence.
You don't have enough
to arrest these two,
let alone convict them.
I think we're done here.
Let's go.
♪ ♪
We didn't kill him.
He was alive the last time we saw him.
[Gerald] Okay, Stacy. Let's go.
♪ ♪
My dad said
your interview with Brad and Stacy
didn't go so great.
Lawyers are always good at minimizing,
but... [sighs]
she wasn't wrong.
I mean, we still got a lot of dots to connect.
I was thinking maybe these kids
wrapped something else in that tarp.
You know, something that could've
washed up somewhere here on this stretch.
Yeah, maybe they slipped their I.D.s in there.
Or, like, a phone with the crime recorded on it.
I was thinking a note that said,
"We did it."
[laughs] Yeah.
Of course, it would have to be
in tiny little pieces,
so you could have fun putting it back together.
I don't want to laugh,
it might give you the idea that I like your sense of humor.
Oh, I wouldn't dare think that.
Not after what you said to me that night
after Wazzy's party out there on the pier.
You told me I was
"sophomoric."
I had to go home and look up what that meant.
[Jeff laughs]
I mean, of all the things to remember,
you had to remember that.
I can remember other things, too.
Yeah, it was a fun night.
Yeah, it was.
[phone rings]
Jackie?
Yeah.
I can do that. Yeah.
I'll see you then.
[beep]
Jackie Shawl?
She wants to meet in the morning.
Okay.
Well, I've got go check in on a patient,
so good luck
with your needle-in-a-haystack operation.
[chuckles]
♪ ♪
I'm not saying the I.R.S. didn't do their due diligence,
but I was certain that the tip I got
about money-skimming and Harriet's Hope was legit.
How so?
I think Gerald Martin, or someone,
cooked their books and covered their tracks.
Or your source was wrong.
Could be, but I believed it for a reason.
I think the tip came from Payton Bartel.
The executive director?
What makes you think it was her?
The attention to detail.
I think she tried to get to the bottom of it herself,
and when she couldn't, she did a little whistleblowing.
On her own organization?
Well, her father started it,
and she had to hand it over to the Percys.
And the Percys are the ones who got the big donations...
the office,
the boat they take other donors out on.
And Thomas handed
the financial reins over to his buddy, Gerald Martin.
Still.
It seems like Payton would be shooting herself in the foot
to bring attention to the problem.
Not if she got her foundation back.
Yeah...
I know the Percys seem nice,
but I also think that you know better than anybody
that people are not always what they seem.
Did O'Connor finish
going through Ray's cell phone records?
Did he make any calls to Helena Percy?
No?
We found her business card in his hotel room.
You know, maybe he called from his room.
Could you check on that and get back to me?
[beep]
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[desk bell dings]
Yes, uh...
"Local doctor Zee Madieras,
daughter of Martha's Vineyard Chief of Police,
enjoys an afternoon at the luxurious Pendray Inn."
Mm-hmm!
Why would you post that?
Okay, if word gets out
that a murder investigation came through here,
I wanted folks checking us out
to see that important people still flock here.
[laughs] Come on!
First of all, this is weeks old,
and, secondly, nobody says I'm important.
And third... you should have asked.
Okay, you're right. You're right, I-I should have.
But...
if the number of social media "likes" count,
you are important.
No!
Okay, look.
Look how many "likes" on this picture of us at the gala.
Well, yeah, we look fabulous.
Mm-hmm. Ooh...
Did you see this one?
You and the handsome detective.
Wait a second...
That looks like Ray Norris.
Yeah, it is. That's... That's our victim.
Yeah, I remember seeing him at the gala.
He was talking to Helena Percy.
Right after she came off the stage.
What?
What...
I'm so sorry, I have to go.
So, look, this is...
right after the speeches,
and there's Ray.
- And Britt posted this? - Mm-hmm.
What's that hashtag she's using?
Um, "Harriet's Hope Gala."
Well, see if there's any other photos using that same hashtag.
Yes!
Bingo.
Look who Ray's walking towards, when he comes back in...
that's Thomas Percy.
And Britt told me she saw him talking to Helena.
Keep going.
Wait. Right... Right there. Yeah.
Play that video.
[Thomas] ...Be merry.
And dance!
Yes, please dance.
As long as you don't have two left feet like me.
[crowd laughs]
You know, someone once said to me...
"To love
and be loved
is everything."
So thank you, everyone, for showing us your love
and allowing us to spread it far and wide...
- Where are you going? - Come on.
You know how, in yearbooks,
they had everyone pick a quote
and print it under their photo?
Look at Donna Lawson's.
"To love and be loved is everything."
Thomas Percy used Donna's favorite quote in his speech.
That's what turned Ray around.
H-He was probably thinking
the same thing I'm thinking right now...
that Thomas, not Gerald, was his father.
So he's the one who reconnected with Donna
at the 10-year reunion for some one-night fling?
Well, he was quoting her about love.
He was sending money, even after the kid was grown...
I'd say it was more than one night,
which makes it even more difficult to hide.
You mean from Helena.
He called her.
Ray, that is,
three hours before he showed up at the gala,
from his hotel room.
She said he didn't,
but the Pendray has a PBX phone system
that tracks calls.
Helena lied.
And Ray was talking to her.
Right before he got killed.
Come on.
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Where is everybody?
Hello?
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Oh! [laughs] You scared me.
You're back.
We're here to talk to Helena Percy.
Or Thomas,
if either of them are available.
No, I'm sorry,
they gave the staff the day off.
I'm just here putting some files back in storage.
Is there something I can help you with?
Actually, there is.
Um, my dad hasn't made any arrests
in the murder of Ray Norris...
Oh, I thought your dad had someone in custody.
Someone named Fletcher?
Well, we haven't ruled him out,
but we've come across some photos of the victim
attempting to talk to Thomas the night of the gala.
Talk to Thomas?
Why would he do that?
That's a good question.
You have any guesses?
He also called Helena just before the gala.
Did she happen to mention that to you?
Uh...
No.
No, I don't think so.
Well, Percy told us
that you pick up Helena's messages sometimes.
Did you pick up her messages the day of the gala?
Yeah, I may have.
There was someone who called,
wanting to know if he needed a ticket to get into the gala.
Was it Ray Norris?
I really don't remember.
And did you pass that message on to Helena?
Or did you delete it?
What?
Payton...
you know exactly who Ray Norris is, don't you?
I don't know what you mean.
And you know that Thomas was having an affair
with Ray's mother.
And that he was supporting a child.
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You know what?
I think I hear someone right now.
Maybe it's them. I'll go check.
Why are you talking to her like that?
Because she's in it up to her neck.
[♪♪
Her office is down this way.
Payton.
Payton, wait!
You just need to answer a few questions.
[Zee gasps]
- Whoa! - Stop right there
or I'll shoot her, I swear.
- Payton... - You should've just
let me walk out.
Payton, you don't need to do this!
Zee, look at me.
It's gonna be okay.
She doesn't want to hurt you. Do you, Payton?
- I never wanted to hurt anyone. - [Jeff] I know.
You were just trying to protect
the foundation that bears your mother's name.
Get back.
Get back to the conference room!
And that's why you made a pact with Thomas Percy, isn't it?
He raised money for you,
and you turned a blind eye while he...
What? Set up a phony vendor number
so he could send money to Ray's mother?
Get back!
But you had it under control.
You and Percy figured out a way to cover your tracks.
It was all gonna blow over.
Until Ray showed up at that gala.
Ray Norris,
who was there to demand his father pony up more money.
I'm sorry.
This is a private party.
Oh, really? My name's Ray Norris.
That man, Tom Percy,
is my biological father.
[continues, indistinct]
[Jeff] Maybe he told you what he wanted.
Maybe you convinced him you wanted to help.
Thomas...
[Jeff] Told him, if he stayed out back,
you'd send Percy out to meet him.
And that's when Stacy Martin found him.
You are embarrassing your...
[Jeff] They argued,
and then her brother showed up...
Stacy!
...And tried to make Ray leave.
Hey! Hey, no. Forget it! It's fine, let's go.
[Bradley] This isn't over, Ray.
[Jeff] And that's when you confronted him.
- [Ray huffs] - [Payton] Mr. Norris?
I spoke to Mr. Percy.
He has no clue what you're talking about.
What if I told you I had proof?
[Jeff] But we know
he had an account number in his pocket.
Zero-two-one-one-
three-five-nine-eight-
seven-zero.
Does that account number ring any bells to you?
[Jeff] It was a Harriet's Hope
account number, wasn't it?
It was a number
that would have destroyed everything
that you and your family worked so hard to build.
What choice did you have...
...But to kill him?
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Stop!
[Zee yelps]
[Jeff cries out, echoing]
[dark theme plays]
[Zee, echoing] Jeff!
Jeff!
Kelly!
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Zee!
♪ ♪
Get onboard. Move it!
[Zee] Okay, just don't shoot.
♪ ♪
Sit down and don't move.
Get up the stairs. Now!
Zee!
Take it easy!
Payton!
Payton...
[engine rumbles]
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Ah!
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Jeff! Watch out! [Jeff gasps]
[shot fires]
[both grunting]
[Zee gasps]
Drop it!
You okay?
Are you all right?
Yeah.
[sirens wailing nearby]
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Any news on the board re-electing you?
None yet.
But if they do, it'll be thanks to you.
[chuckles]
Well, if you're passing around credit...
You should probably pass some to your daughter.
Oh! He always makes me feel appreciated.
[Jeff laughs]
You ready?
Mm.
Just so you know,
this house call's a one-time deal.
Cortisone is not the best solution to your problem.
You have a better solution you want to offer?
How about not trying to make a long jump record onto a boat?
Even if it was pretty dazzling.
You know, you're allowed to tell me you were impressed.
Oh.
[Jeff groans and laughs]
[Jeff inhales sharply]
[groans softly]
You gonna tell me how this bullet got there?
Maybe.
Someday.
And, yes, you do have to catch your own dinner.
Uh, I'm from the Vineyard.
I'll catch mine and I'll catch yours.
- Oh! - Yeah!
You're something else, you know that?
Let's see what you got.
[Zee] How do you think it's going to go?
How I'm going to do?
[Jeff] I think you're gonna get skunked.
[Zee] You think you're gonna catch something?
[Jeff] Are you kidding me? It's all in the wrist.
- Look at these style points. - What style points?
[Jeff] Side-arm, one-handed...
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