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Hey. Victim's name is John Flynn.
He's 48, married. Cho's bringing the wife now.
And CEO of a company called Symphony.
- Symphony? - It's a high-end matchmaking service.
Rich old men looking for hot young chicks?
Yep. Flynn was shot twice in the chest at close range...
then dumped, or fell, in the water.
Woman heard some pops from her boat, putting the time of death at 5:38 p.m.
- Did she see anything? - No. No witnesses.
- Bruising looks to be a few days old. - Coroner thought the same.
So far, he and Forensics haven't found much else that helps us.
Jane, anything to add before we go?
Yeah, the sun and the sea, isn't it wonderful?
Anything to add about the victim?
Rich guy. CEO. Probably killed over money. Way of the world.
That's all you got?
Do you know, in seven years, each and every cell is replaced in your body?
That means you are literally a different person from when we first met.
Sadder, but wiser.
He's very wet.
That must mean something.
- Grieving widow? - Yeah.
Hello?
Hi.
You were watching me.
Yes.
Why?
It's my job.
Your husband was murdered at the marina last night.
Yes.
Sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
You seem genuinely upset.
Does that surprise you?
How long were you married?
I'm sorry. I don't know your name.
Patrick.
Erica.
About a year.
What do you see?
You're independent, ambitious, competitive...
yet you have a warmth about you.
Enough to charm the stoic Agent Cho, which is no small feat, let me tell you.
You're skilled at getting people to open up to you, to trust you.
There's the question:
whether you use that skill to help people or to manipulate them.
A little of both, if I'm being honest.
I'm a matchmaker. I help people find true love.
Ah.
- You think it's silly. - Mm, good enough job, I imagine.
- You think the idea of true love is silly. - No.
- That explains it. - Explains what?
The utter sadness I see in you.
- We're all finished. I can walk you out. - Thank you, Agent Cho.
- You've been very good to me. - I'll walk her out, if you don't mind.
- Not at all. - Sure.
It was very nice to meet you, Patrick.
Hopefully next time, it'll be under better circumstances.
You know, every day, women come to me...
hoping I'll help them find a kind, gentle man to fall in love with.
I'm sure any one of them would be lucky to meet you.
What was that all about?
Ah, she was just thanking me for consoling her.
And here I thought you hated talking to widows.
- This was a little different. - How so?
She murdered her husband.
Right. Usually, the victim's spouse is the murderer...
but Erica Flynn has an alibi.
- I'd expect nothing less from her. - One of her clients is with Rigsby.
She swears that she was with Erica at the time of death.
Then I must be wrong.
She did say her husband got in a fight a few days ago.
Came home with a bruise. She doesn't know...
- ... who the fight was with. - Any guesses?
John Flynn ran a multimillion-dollar company.
He had money, dozens of employees, and a lot of ruthless competitors.
Flynn's file also says that he gave half a million dollars to charity last year.
- That's the first time he's ever done that. - So?
- It's a red flag. - How is giving to charity a red flag?
Giving to charity isn't a red flag.
Giving half a million dollars to charity out of the blue is.
- It's a sure sign of a guilty conscience. - That is so far from the truth.
Think about the people that donate that kind of money to charity, all right?
Wall Street executives, crooked politicians, troubled celebrities.
It is all in the name of clearing their conscience.
You're horrible.
How long have you been a member of Symphony?
A few days, actually. Night before last was my first interview with Erica.
- And what time was this? - From 5 until just after 6.
You're convinced Erica was there the entire time?
- Yes. - Can anyone confirm that?
Oh. The staff had already left the office by the time we started.
I'm a litigator, so that was the earliest I could meet Erica.
Ah, it's why I joined the service in the first place.
It's not that I'm some social leper or anything.
I mean, I can meet people. I meet people all the time.
So no?
No.
- But there's the DVD. - The DVD?
Of the interview. It's part of Symphony's service.
A client interview, appearance counseling, date coaching.
It's actually a very thorough approach to matchmaking.
Anyway, Erica was interviewing me the whole time. Just see for yourself.
Um...
Just don't show it to too many people, because it's kind of embarrassing.
And they haven't edited out all my silly faces and dumb comments yet.
Oh, my God. Okay. It's fine. You can watch it.
I mean, for investigative purposes, obviously.
Not that if you wanted to watch it for other reasons you couldn't.
Got it.
We'll call with any other questions. Thanks for your time.
Okay. Right. Well... No, thank you.
Um...
All right. I had... I have a question.
I will just...
Are you in a relationship?
No. I'm not, actually.
Oh.
Well, good to know.
- Uh, nice to meet you, Agent Rigsby. - Nice to meet you, Sarah.
- This way. Yeah. - Right.
Hey, boss? You gotta see this.
It's a video of John Flynn's ex-wife, Kim Cartwright.
Found it online while doing background.
Three months ago, my husband of 21 years, John Flynn...
told me he was divorcing me.
John said he wanted to be alone...
that he didn't wanna be married anymore.
Well, John, this is what I think of your settlement agreement.
The word is out on you, John.
I am going to tell everyone exactly what kind of a man you are...
because you are a pig. You are a coward.
I made that video over a year ago. I was upset.
You were more than upset, Miss Cartwright.
You threatened to make your ex-husband's life miserable.
Talk to me when your ex-husband remarries...
someone 10 years younger and two sizes smaller.
Shh. Libby. No. No. No bark.
Where were you that night?
I was home, alone.
I didn't kill John, if that's what you're thinking.
Shh, shh.
Oh, my God, that's what you're thinking. That's insane.
John and I reconciled months ago. We spoke all the time.
Including the afternoon he was murdered.
Do you recall what you two talked about?
John was unhappy in his marriage, and he needed someone to listen.
- So he called his ex-wife? - Okay, it's complicated, all right?
Shh, shh. Bad dog. Shh, no bark.
You said John was unhappy in his marriage. Why?
Well, John loved his company, but he was ready to step back and enjoy life.
Erica didn't feel that way. She kept pushing him to expand Symphony.
It caused problems between them.
Shh.
When we found John, he had a bruise over his left eye.
He mentioned that he'd gotten into a fight with an ex-client, Henry Cliff.
- Know what the fight was about? - No. He was evasive.
Something he didn't wanna share.
Erica signed a prenup before she got married.
You're barking up the wrong tree. Time stamp puts the start at 5 p.m.
Finishes just after 6. Just like Sarah said.
Which means Erica Flynn was at her office at the time of the murder.
—Into the camera. It'll allow your soul mate to connect with you.
- What do you think of these services? - No and yes.
- What? - No, I've never used one...
- ... and, yes, you should. - You're cool and I'm not?
Anything to stop you dating your coworkers.
How would your friends describe you to someone who doesn't know you?
Oh. Well, I think they would say...
Uh, we have you scheduled to come in next Tuesday.
Okay, great. See you then.
Welcome to Symphony.
Fill out this profile. Someone will be with you shortly.
Profile?
Patrick. I see you two have met. Peter's our reception clerk...
though I doubt for much longer. He's a very talented musician.
Writes such beautiful music. Patrick is a consultant with CBI.
He's investigating John's murder.
I'll hold your calls.
We're all overwhelmed today, as you can imagine.
I shouldn't even be here, but I didn't have much of a choice.
With John gone...
Well, you understand.
- Is there any news in the investigation? - No.
Do you have any more questions for me?
Not really.
- I think I understand. - Understand what?
Why you're here. I wasn't sure at first when I saw your ring...
- ... but you're single, aren't you? - That's not why I'm here.
There's nothing to be ashamed of.
I've helped many clients in the same situation as you.
Well, I'm not in a situation. There's no situation.
I know what you're feeling. I've been there.
Yeah, I don't think you have.
You were in a relationship once. You were in love.
But it ended badly, and you were deeply hurt as a result.
You shut yourself off from the world...
because you don't wanna ever feel that loss again.
But now you're ready to move on with your life.
I can see it in you.
You can find happiness again. Even true love.
But you have to be willing to let me help you.
That was spooky. It was like you read my mind.
Our in-house studio is right this way.
It's where we conduct our client interviews.
How many interviews have you conducted here?
Enough to know what I'm doing.
Whoa, that's bright. Very fancy.
We like to show our clients in the best possible light.
I thought true love was blind.
We may love with our hearts, but first we lust with our eyes.
Don't you agree?
Make yourself comfortable. We can get started.
- Here? - Yeah.
Okay.
Try to look directly into the camera.
It will allow your future soul mate to better connect with you.
- How's that? - Perfect.
I'm gonna ask you a series of questions...
designed to get at the heart of who you are and who you're compatible with.
Try to answer as honestly as possible. Ready?
- Yes. - Good.
Now, Patrick, what kind of women are you interested in?
Rich, quiet blonds. No snoring. That's a deal-breaker.
We were told you punched John Flynn.
Yeah, I hit John.
- It was a misunderstanding. - Who misunderstood what?
- It was nothing. A tiff. - Two days before he was murdered.
Am I under arrest?
No. You're just a person of interest. A suspect.
Unless you can clear things up with a simple explanation.
All right.
It was about a woman, okay? Naomi.
Met her at a singles mixer John's company organized.
We hit it off at the bar. Few drinks, few laughs.
Next thing I know, she invites me up to her room.
Right? I'm up there, what, two seconds? Boom, she is all over me.
I mean, really hot, really passionate.
- Get to the part where you punch John. - Yeah. Right.
Uh, two days later, I get a phone call.
I think she wants another bite off the old Cliff bar, right?
No. Turns out the bitch is blackmailing me.
Says she videotaped our whole night together.
Says unless I give her $15,000, she's going public with that video.
You paid the money?
Well, yeah. I can't have a sex tape going around.
Look, I'm a Sac Metro top-ten prestige Realtor.
My face is on the frigging billboard. I got respect in this community.
So you went after Flynn.
He's supposed to be screening these women, for Pete's sake.
But look, it's not what you think. John and I talked it out.
He swore to me that he would handle it personally.
Said he was gonna make sure she got caught...
and put in jail for what she did.
So much for that plan, right?
I have just one more question.
In an ideal world, what would you want your life to be like?
I haven't thought about that.
In an ideal world...
Pet dragon, definitely.
For flying around on. That would be good.
Please try and answer seriously. It's important.
What do you want from your life?
I want my life to be free.
- Free how? To love? To be loved? - Free from my past.
I wanna tell you something.
Every day, I introduce men and women to one another.
If I do my job well, those people connect.
They spark. I can actually see it.
Just like I see it in you right now with me.
I don't say this to make you uncomfortable.
I say it because I want you to know, no matter how alone you feel...
you are capable of finding love, of moving on.
I was wondering when you'd do this.
- Do what? - Try to manipulate me.
I would never do that.
I'm simply pointing out emotions I know you feel towards me.
You're wrong. I don't feel anything like that towards you...
for one very good reason: You murdered your husband.
- That's not funny. - It wasn't meant to be.
Why would I kill my husband?
Money. Well, money and control of the company. Same difference, really.
John was gonna leave you. If he left, the company left.
Everything that you worked for, everything that you'd built, gone.
And you couldn't let that happen. No.
You're all about autonomy. Control. Abused as a child, I expect.
I didn't kill my husband.
- In fact, you don't actually believe I did. - No?
No. You're simply doing what you've been doing ever since your wife died:
intentionally sabotaging any relationship...
by pushing away anyone who makes you feel something.
You want me to be the killer because you don't wanna have feelings for me.
It's a tragic but natural response to the guilt you feel over your wife's death.
I do push people away.
And I do feel guilt over my wife's death. But that does not change the fact...
that you murdered your husband. I am more certain of it now than ever.
If that's the case, prove it.
Where are we with the Flynn murder?
Rigsby and I are checking out Cliff's alibi.
Said he was in a bar. We haven't found anyone to confirm it.
Stay on it. What about the ex-wife?
Still no alibi, but I did find a lawsuit Kim Cartwright filed...
against Flynn around the time she posted that video.
It has to do with the divorce. I'm having the court messenger over the files.
- The blackmailer, Naomi? - We're having trouble tracking her down.
Symphony doesn't have that information?
It's all fake. Photos, driver's license, Social Security number.
I mean, the forgeries are good.
All we have is Cliff's description, including a tattoo.
So, basically, we have nothing to go on.
Okay, let's start with what we do know about Naomi.
She targeted a rich, single man with the purpose of extorting him, right?
- Right. - If she's done it once...
she's done it before. Check into every dating service in the Bay Area.
See if they've had any experience with Naomi. We can get to her that way.
There are 11 matchmaking services in the Bay Area...
four of which specifically cater to high-end clients.
Did they know Naomi?
No, and none have reported any extortion claims.
But I got to thinking, what if she's planning to blackmail again?
I checked with the companies in the area...
and one is planning a singles mixer tonight.
On a hunch, I crosschecked Naomi's profile from Symphony...
with the profiles of the women listed as attending the event.
I got a match. A woman named Viktoria Shays.
No photo, but several answers she gave about herself are identical to Naomi's.
- Is Rigsby here? - Yeah. Somewhere.
Tell him to go home and put on a nice suit. He's got plans tonight.
- All right. - Have you seen my laptop?
No.
Now, Sarah, what kind of men are you interested in?
Wow, right to it.
Uh...
Now, Patrick, what kind of woman are you looking for?
Quiet, rich blonds. No snoring. That is a deal-breaker.
How would your friends describe you to someone who doesn't know you?
Oh. Uh, well, I think they...
Now, Patrick, what kind of woman are you looking for?
Quiet, rich blonds. No snoring. That is a deal-breaker.
Now, Sarah, what kind of men are you interested in?
Wow, right to it.
So, what do you think?
- I think you look good. - Thank you. Cho?
- I'm not answering that question. - Come on. Just tell me what you think.
- You look all right. - Thanks.
I think you look great.
Like you have money, a career. A perfect target for Naomi.
What if she doesn't go for it?
- She will. - What if she doesn't go for me?
There's gonna be a lot of guys. She has to be interested in me.
She will. Just be yourself.
- That's a terrible idea. - Maybe I should do an accent.
I don't think you need an accent.
Hello. Rigsby. Wayne Rigsby from Sussex.
Uh, pleasure to meet you. Cheerio.
- How was that? - Yeah, don't do the accent.
Rigsby, you hear me?
Loud and clear.
- Van Pelt, you in position? - I'm here.
Gentlemen, can I have your attention? It's time for me to bring in...
the beautiful women you'll be meeting tonight. Don't forget the ABCs:
"attentiveness, boldness, confidence." You'll do great.
- Rigsby, the event host just ID'd Naomi. - Excuse me one moment.
- Okay. Which one is she? - The blond in the lavender sheath.
- The one in the what now? - The blond in the purple dress.
Got her. Are you sure it's her?
Nope. Find out if she's got a rose tattoo on her hip. Then we'll know for sure.
Moving in.
Hello, red.
- Can I buy you a drink? - I'm engaged.
- Well, it's never too late for one last... - Keep walking.
Okay.
Hi. I'm Wayne.
- Viktoria. - Nice to meet you.
So, what do you do, Wayne?
I'm a businessman. E-commerce mainly.
- How's that going for you? - It's working out pretty well.
I have a very diverse portfolio.
And I have a room upstairs.
- And you're very direct. - Is that a problem?
Trying to think of a reason why it might be...
and I can't really think of one right now.
That's good.
- Are you nervous? - Me? No.
Yeah. Maybe a little.
Well, don't be. I won't bite.
Good. Me neither. No biting.
Three one six. My favorite number. Three one six.
Just curious, uh, do you have any tattoos?
Um, why don't you come and find out?
Okay.
So come in. Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right out.
Thanks.
Guys? You hear me?
She's in the bathroom.
Wow. That is a, um, very nice tattoo.
Of a rose. It's a rose tattoo.
Uh, maybe we should have a drink first, or, you know...
a snack.
So would you call yourself adventurous, Wayne?
Adventurous? Um, what, like skydiving?
No.
Ah. Sorry to interrupt.
- CBI. - Yeah. Found the, uh, tattoo.
- This is definitely the suspect. - Nice work.
Yeah. Your collar.
- Your arrest, Wayne. - Oh, yeah.
You're under arrest.
Patrick. I'm surprised to see you back.
Are you here to finish your profile?
No.
I saw something strange on the DVD you're using as your alibi...
so I came by to test out a theory.
You're still trying to prove I murdered my husband?
You still worried I will?
Come on in.
Why don't you have a seat?
- You wanna interview me? Why? - Like I said, I have a theory.
- Are you scared? - No.
Might be good for me to experience what my clients go through.
You can ask questions from in there?
- Yes. - Okay.
- What have you got up your sleeve? - Patience.
Okay.
- Can you hear me? - Yes.
Okay, Erica.
Tell me, what kind of man are you looking for?
I'm not looking. I'm mourning.
Yes. Uh, please, humor me.
Someone kind and generous. Someone patient.
I'm sorry. I'm really not comfortable talking about this.
Patrick?
How would your friends describe you...
- ... to someone who doesn't know you? - What are you doing?
How would you describe yourself to someone?
What's going on in here?
I'm proving my theory.
I heard a strange sound on the DVD you're using as your alibi.
A faint clicking noise.
Almost mechanical.
Then I figured out what it was.
How would you describe yourself to...?
A simple tape recorder just like this one.
I knew you weren't here for the interview.
How could you be? You were killing your husband.
But how to explain your voice on the DVD?
- This is ridiculous. - Recording the interview is easy.
After all, you'd done hundreds of them.
And once you had the recorder in place...
you had time to leave through that door...
kill your husband, and come back without anyone noticing.
But there's one thing you needed in order for your plan to work:
an accomplice.
You needed someone to be here to play the recorded questions at the right time.
That's the one loose end you left untied.
That explains it, doesn't it?
Of course, there's just one problem.
So if what you're saying is true...
I walked out right past my client in the middle of her interview.
Something she would've mentioned, huh?
I didn't kill my husband, Patrick.
I do understand.
After all you've been through, you see evil everywhere.
I see you.
Patrick, you are a kind, clever, wonderful man.
You have so much potential.
But you have to stop this obsessive behavior.
You need to get a life.
Good night, Erica.
Good night, Patrick.
All you've proven is Erica Flynn may have murdered her husband.
Not that she did.
Which is why I need to find her accomplice.
- If there is an accomplice. - There's no "if."
Yes, there is. We've got other viable suspects on this thing.
- Like who? - Like Naomi, for one.
Naomi? She's a greedy opportunist that hates men.
- She's not a cold-blooded killer. - We don't know that for sure.
You always say that the simplest answer is usually the most likely.
It seems like you're coming up with more and more elaborate scenarios...
- ... just to prove that you're right. - Erica killed her husband.
I am 100 percent sure of it.
I don't get it.
What is it about this woman? Why are you so obsessed with her?
Because she doesn't think I'm smart enough to catch her.
- Oh, that's a good reason. - Yeah.
Healthy. Professional.
Just answer me one more thing.
Okay, if Erica Flynn did murder her husband...
how did she leave the room without her client noticing?
That, I don't know.
But I'm working on it.
You're going to jail, Naomi. Nothing can prevent that from happening.
You can help yourself. Tell me what you know about John.
- Nothing. I've never even met him. - Now, we both know that's not true.
John Flynn ran Symphony.
He found out you were blackmailing his clients, didn't he?
- I never blackmailed anyone. - We have victims who claim otherwise.
We have the video camera you hid in your hotel room with other victims on it.
You watched that tape?
Did any of those guys look like victims to you?
They look like johns being conned by a clever prostitute.
I'm not a prostitute.
Where were you between 5 and 6 the night of the murder?
I want my lawyer. I've got nothing more to say to you.
Okay. We're waiting on a warrant to search your apartment.
You talk now, we can make a deal. We find anything linking you...
- ... to the murder, all bets are off. - Lawyer.
Uh, yes. Erica interviewed me from the AV room, but she never left.
- Are you sure? - Yes. She would've had to walk past me.
- What are you doing? - Do you remember how bright...
- ... the lights were in that room? - Yes.
- Shining right in your face, in fact? - Well, I guess so.
Yes. I once had a job on-stage. I'll never forget how bright those lights could be.
What does that have to do with anything?
I'll show you. Keep your eye on your phone.
What are you doing?
It's gone.
Precisely.
- Hey, is that Sarah still here? - Why?
Just had a few follow-up questions about the investigation.
You're such a bad liar. She left five minutes ago.
- Really? - Just call her up and ask her out.
- What's the big deal? - I can't do that. It's unprofessional.
Unless she says yes. I think she'd say yes.
I mean, she asked if I was single.
Why would she ask if I was single unless she wanted me to ask her out?
Sarah, hi. It's, uh, Wayne Rigsby from CBI.
If you keep up with these visits, I'm gonna start charging you.
- Oh, this'll be the last one, I assure you. - Oh. Have you given up on this nonsense...
- ... about me killing my husband? - Nope. Not at all. Not one little tiny bit.
Then you must've cracked the case.
Tell me. I'm curious to know who this evil accomplice of mine is.
Well, I came by it rather easily, I must say.
After a friend got me thinking on the right path.
Which path is that?
The simplest answer is most likely the correct one.
Which means your accomplice is someone you can easily manipulate.
A man, which is obvious enough, given your physical attributes.
- I'm really getting tired... - I'm not finished.
He's also young and impressionable. Weak.
But above all, someone you can make fall in love with you.
And someone naive enough to believe that you had fallen in love with them.
Guess who I'm thinking of.
Yes, that's right. Your assistant, Peter.
You have no idea what you're talking about.
Well, we'll find out soon enough.
What's going on?
Mrs. Flynn, we'd like you to come back to the office...
answer a few questions.
Of course. Anything to help.
How long do you think it'll take before he tells me everything?
Hmm?
How are you holding up?
I'm tired.
Ah, not to worry. You won't be here much longer.
I know you're not gonna talk, and I know why.
You're in love with Erica.
No, that's okay. You don't need to deny it. I get it.
She's beautiful. She's smart. She's successful.
- Makes you wonder, though, right? - Wonder what?
What she sees in you.
Apart from the alibi.
Let's be honest, Peter. You don't really have much to offer her.
- That's not true. - So you are having an affair?
- I did not say that. - Right. We're being honest here, Peter.
Deep down, do you really think that she loves you?
Or are you just kidding yourself because it feels so nice?
No. I love her, and she loves me.
She was using you.
- She made you an accessory to murder. - You're wrong.
She got what she wanted, and now she's done with you.
- Stop saying that. - She doesn't love you. She never did.
Now, tell me what happened the night Erica murdered her husband.
She probably told you that he was abusing her, right?
- Smacking her around? Raping her? - I don't care what you say.
I'm not gonna hurt Erica.
What do we do now?
- Jane. - Let him go.
- Hi, Wayne. - Oh, hey. Wow, you look amazing.
Thanks. So do you.
- Oh, are you ready to go? - Yeah.
- I was hoping you'd call me. - Yeah. I'm glad I did.
Me too.
Hard at work, I see.
Mm.
What do you want?
I'd like to thank you for having me brought down here.
That was very courteous of you.
I have to admit, I was a little surprised your colleagues decided to let me go.
You being so certain of my guilt, and all.
Let me guess. Peter didn't say a word to you?
Maybe now you'll be able to move past this nonsense.
Let me tell you something. I will catch you, sooner or later.
- I promise you that. I will catch you. - Please.
If you were capable of catching me, you would have done so by now.
Goodbye, Patrick.
Jane. Jane, we gotta go.
I just got a call from S.F.P.D. Peter's dead.
He killed himself.
Sleeping pills. Coroner found an empty bottle in the bathroom.
So the sole accomplice in your crime just went and killed himself.
Fortunately, however, Peter left a letter.
And I'm betting it will tell us everything we need to know...
about the night your husband was murdered.
You confess now, chances are the AG's office is gonna cut you a deal.
Open it.
I don't believe you.
Be my guest.
Yes. It's a bluff.
Honestly, I expected better from you. Using poor Peter's suicide as a trap?
It's low. Immoral even.
I tried to tell you, I always win.
You might've gotten away with murder, but you didn't win.
How's that exactly?
No matter what you say, I know the truth.
You cared about Peter.
And it was your actions that drove him to kill himself.
That is something that you will live with for the rest of your life.
I'll manage.
No, you won't. It'll eat you up from the inside.
Because you cared way too much about him.
You're wrong.
No. I'm right. Just like I'm right about the first time I saw you.
You are an open book to me.
- You're transparent like glass. - If you think for a moment...
I even remotely cared about Peter, you're as gullible as he was.
Not just cared. You love him. There's nothing you can hide from me.
- You're a fool. - And you're a terrible liar.
You lost, Erica. Not just some little game. You lost someone you loved.
I didn't love Peter. I could care less about him. He meant nothing.
Perfect. That's exactly what I was hoping to hear.
Rather, that's exactly what I was hoping Peter would hear.
Peter.
Thank God you're here. Don't listen to a word they say.
They're telling you lies. You know how I feel about you, darling.
Peter. Peter. Please.
By the way, there was a body in that bag. It wasn't Peter's. No.
That's kind of obvious. It was your husband's.
And I told you I would catch you. And I did.
Erica left 10 minutes into the interview.
She told me to wait behind with the recorder.
She said if I just played the questions...
then no one would ever know she was gone.
She knew John was going down to the marina after work.
That time of day, there aren't a lot of people around, you know?
She waited for him, and...
And you shot him.
You shot your own husband in cold blood.
Peter told us everything.
You used him as your accomplice because he was weak.
Unstable.
You could manipulate him, but it backfired.
He couldn't take the pressure.
Now he'll testify against you, and you will spend a very long time in prison.
Don't count on it.
It's over.
A jury still has to believe him.
And he is, as you so accurately put it, unstable.
Erica, it's over. I'm sure of it.
Don't be.
Not everyone's as smart as you.
Jane?
You in here?
There's my laptop.
Uh, I am looking for someone who, uh...
Someone I can trust.
Someone strong. Someone...
at peace with themselves.
Someone better than me.
Someone who knows...
the worst side of me and still loves me.
Sounds like an amazing woman.
She was.