Hey. What's up? What's up, dude?
- All good? How you doing? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- What's up, man? - What's up?
Whoo!
- Bam! - Nice.
What do you think she's got in there?
Cold beer, I hope.
Come on. Help me look for it.
[ Door rattles ]
What the hell is that?
Oh, my God.
Holy shit.
Dude, it's her.
S-she's dead.
[ Golf ball thuds ]
What do you mean, the real reason she's here?
Jennifer's evaluation wasn't initiated by the FDLE.
Oh, let me guess.
Some other government agency with way scarier letters.
FBI? CIA? DOJ? [ Golf ball thuds ]
The district attorney's office has a problem
with your unconventional investigation techniques.
The D.A.? That's only two letters. They'll get over it.
Haven't you ever wondered why you've only testified at a trial
a whopping three times since you've been here?
D.A. knows I get fidgety in court.
This is not a joke, Jim. Mm!
Jim, the D.A.'s office isn't sure
that your methods in the field
can stand up to the scrutiny of a jury.
They're afraid to put you on the stand.
Okay. What do you want me to do about it?
Whatever Jennifer tells you to do.
She's trying to make sure that your methods are sound.
Oh. My... you know what? I'm just gonna let her explain it to you.
She's gonna be driving with you.
Today?
Mm-hmm. Today. Tomorrow.
Get used to it.
Oh. He's all yours.
Ah. All mine, huh?
Oh. This... Not so much.
Do you use this
to beat confessions out of your suspects?
Right after I forget to read them their rights.
Hmm.
Oh. No.
Your... your... Your thumbs interlock.
Oh. Thumbs, interlock.
And arms have to be completely...
Knock, knock, knock. Guess who's back.
Uh, Callie?
- I'm... sorry? - No, no.
This is, uh... this is, um, Bureau Chief Jennifer Starke.
Bureau chief?
Callie. Wow. Nice to finally meet you.
Are you back with us for good?
No.
I'm just here finishing up a deposition
about my tax assessor.
Apparently, the defense is able to completely disrupt my life
by bringing me back here to ask me even more questions.
Good luck with that.
And you... I will talk to later, tiger.
- "Tiger"? - Yeah.
You know... As in Tiger Woods.
We were...
And, uh, what is she...
The bureau chief of smokin'-hot brunettes?
Oh. Is she?
Oh. You didn't notice.
That's why you didn't mention it.
Because I don't care.
And it's not as if you're not hanging around
hunky, handsome doctors all day.
It's just midmornings to late afternoons,
but who's keeping track?
Oh. Right. [ Door opens ]
Oh. Sorry, Callie. Jim, we have a body.
Since I'm riding with you now, I'll just meet you at the car.
Did I mention Jennifer's gonna be riding with me?
So...
[ Camera shutter clicks ]
Victim is Connie Simpson.
Neighbor says she just bought the house,
moved in about a year ago.
Lives alone.
She was nice, quiet, kept to herself.
The neighborhood prankster who tried to break in for booze
said that she was supposed to be out of town, on vacation.
More like "stay-cation."
Except for the fact that she was moved here
after she was killed.
Yeah.
There's no blood on the patio, no sign of struggle.
Any idea what the cause of death could be?
She has brush burns on her hands.
And these parallel lines on her face
look like the pattern of a tire tread to me.
- She was run over. - Intentionally.
And judging by the grease from the undercarriage
and the various tire marks all over her clothes,
I'd say it was multiple times.
So our murder weapon is a car.
Probably, but I can't say for sure
until I get her on the table.
Or you can stop talking about it and come check this out.
Ah.
Well, this car's been in an accident.
Yeah, a recent accident. Look at the headlight.
It's still got blood in it.
Whh means...
I think we just found the murder weapon.
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Our victim lived here? No wonder she kept to herself.
She couldn't find a way out of here.
What is all this?
A lot of dead trees.
Uh, and a lot of documents, legal files.
Maybe she was involved in a lawsuit that got real ugly.
The plaintiff's name is "Sham Al Amadingdong."
Uh, let me see.
- I think you mean "sham-Al-ama-ding-dong." - Mm?
- Swear. That's what it says. - Sham-Al-ama-ding-dong?
- Yep. - That's somebody's real name?
Yeah, a real crazy person. I'll get Daniel to find out who it is.
Daniel: I'm on it.
Daniel? You in here?
We found Connie's purse wedged underneath the passenger seat of her car.
And her work I.D.
Connie worked as a clerk in the county recorder's office.
Well, these files could be from her work.
Speaking of taking work home with you,
Daniel, gonna need you to take all these boxes
down to the substation and start going through them.
- All of them? - Could tell us why Connie was killed.
Connie's supervisor is at a conference in Tallahassee.
But Director Manus sent you an e-mail.
She contacted human resources.
Connie left the office at 4:44 P.M. yesterday.
That's when her parking-garage pass was swiped.
Oh, look, her luggage is still here.
She didn't make it home to start her vacation.
Well, the e-mail that Manus sent me... a letter of complaint.
- Against Connie? - From Connie.
Against a co-worker.
Someone named Willow Danson.
Willow: Look, I'm sorry she's dead, okay?
Can we do this in like 10 minutes?
I'm on my cigarette break.
You're not even smoking.
Happy?
I'm not lighting. Smoking stinks up your clothing.
Smokers get a break, then I should, too.
And that must be the famous attitude
that Connie mentioned in her two-page, single-spaced diatribe
to human resources about your work ethic.
Or lack thereof.
Hey. I do my job.
I get paid to work from 9:00 to 5:00.
Just because I don't come in early and stay late every day...
And where were you last night?
- McHale's bar. - Huh.
- They know me. You can ask. - I will.
Tell me... did Connie make other people as angry
as she seems to have made you?
Every day. We're government employees.
Pissing people off comes with the job.
[ Chuckles ]
You, uh, you ever heard of this person?
Shamalamadingdong? [ Chuckles ]
I don't know who that is,
but someone must have been pranking Connie.
She had, like, zero sense of humor.
And what about her personal life?
Did she have a boyfriend?
No.
But she did mention once
that she was married to some guy from Alabama.
Can you remember the name?
I wasn't really listening.
She tried to make him sound like some dangous guy,
but, to me, he sounded just as boring as she was.
Speaking of which, I only have five minutes left on my break.
Oh, well, then we better let you enjoy it.
Because when you do get back to work,
we're gonna need copies of all the documents
that Connie handled at the county recorder's office.
Oh, my God. Do you know how many cases that is?
[ Laughing ] Yeah.
Oh, but I do have something to help you through it.
A warrant.
I am a government employee.
Pissing people off is part of my job, too.
Jim: Daniel, you busy?
I just started going through the documents from Connie's house.
Good. I need to confirm a, uh, alibi for Willow Danson.
Just confirm with the bartenders at McHale's
that she was there last night.
Thanks. [ Cellphone rings ]
Hey.
I was just thinking about you.
I love being in the same state.
Did I leave a cellphone at your house?
Uh, what are you calling me on? A different one.
You bought a new phone? Well, no. I mean yes, a while ago.
I just need to find my old phone
because there's something on it
that I think will help the state's Attorney General's case
and me get back to studying.
Oh. Well, uh, no, I haven't seen any of your old phones.
Are you still coming over later?
- Try and stop me. - Good.
You can help me find it then.
The blood that you found on the car bumper
and all the blood that I found on the back seat
matches Connie's DNA.
So not only was Connie's car the smoking gun,
but the killer used her car to move the body back to the house.
Everything tracks. Except for the substance in her wound.
You'd expect concrete or asphalt in a vehicular fatality.
- Well, what is it? - I don't know.
I have to analyze it first.
I got to figure out what it is
to try to track it back to a location.
Oh, good.
'Cause finding out where Connie was killed
would help us figure out who killed Connie.
This should get us closer.
What's this... The killer's fingerprint?
It's a thumbprint.
I found it on the lever to adjust the driver's seat.
"Connie's only 5'6" tall.
The driver's seat was moved to accommodate longer legs.
I tried to pull Connie's records from before she bought the house
and started working at the county recorder's office.
She doesn't exist.
No credit cards, no phones...
Dropped off the radar for about five years.
Well Connie's co-worker Willow says
she might have been married to a guy in Alabama.
Maybe his name appears on the utilities and bank statements.
No, there's no record
of Connie having ever been married either.
Oh, and the other unusual thing that I found.
There's a lien on Connie's house by a "Way N.E. Bey."
Hmm. Sounds like an address or a company.
Yeah, well, the only thing I know for certain
is that Daniel found a video of someone named Shamalamadingdong.
Uh, that's Mr. Dingdong to you.
Now, that is what we call
adverse possession without color of title.
Anybody who wants to legally take up residence can do so.
Provided you remain mindful of the following.
That's Shamalamadingdong.
That's the "maniac" responsible for all these crazy documents.
And he calls himself
an "individual empowerment financial guru." [ Chuckles ]
He teaches seminars almost every night of the week.
In fact, he has one tonight at 8:00,
but according to his website, it's sold out already.
I'm sure they can make room for one more.
Well, two more. You and Jennifer.
- Right. - Right.
- I know that. - Mm-hmm.
Well, uh, I have to do something first,
so tell her I'll pick her up.
That is what every piece of paper from the government is.
So, you recorded your conversation with Elkins?
Uh, yeah.
He was trying to extort sex from me
so I wouldn't go to jail for perjury.
I had to do something to fight back.
Ohh!
"Ohh"? [ Chuckles ]
It's Jeff, the first time you let him swim in your pool.
Ohh! Wow. He's gotten so big.
Yeah.
[ Laughs ]
I guess he's not the only one who's done some growing, huh?
Yeah.
- Okay, this isn't helping. - I know.
No, I mean we can't actually find it
if we're not really looking for it.
Oh. What a shame.
[ Cellphone ringing ] Mmm.
And by "we," I mean me, because you have to go.
I'm sorry.
Jennifer.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Lot of cars here. You didn't bring backup?
What for? Billy Bob over here?
You folks have your seminar tickets?
Well, here's mine... FDLE. And you are?
Not under your authority.
And I believe that this property
doesn't fall under y'all's jurisdiction either.
Uh, "y'all's jurisdiction" is Florida.
Hey, I'm just a free man traveling this land.
Congratulations. Now, you got an I.D. To go along with that homily?
Oh. Nice photo. But it's not a real license.
It's issued by "Newmerica Nation."
Wait. Is this your name? Way N.E. Bey?
You're the one who put a lien on Connie Simpson's house.
How do you know Connie? And where were you last night?
I reserve all my common-law rights.
I'm a person in which
all independent, supreme authority is vested.
I'm not a subject.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Clears throat ]
What?
We should come back with a warrant.
No. These guys will be gone. We might not find them again.
Hey. I'm prepared to defend my rights.
Oh. Now he's threatening us?
No. He's exercising his right to free speech.
I want him on suspicion of murder for killing Connie Simpson.
You don't have probable cause.
And he doesn't have the right to obstruct my investigation.
I'm bringing him in. I said no.
I'm sorry we disturbed you, sir.
Thank you, miss.
We have no business dealing with these people. Let's go.
I don't know if you got the memo,
but, uh, messing with murderers is kind of my job.
Detective Longworth, step away now.
- Back up. Now. - What...
What are you doing?
Possibly saving your life.
You're not angry. You're scared.
Let's just get the hell out of here
while we still can, all right?
Shamalamadingdong? Way N.E. Bey?
These people are sovereign citizens.
They're part of a radical anti-government movement.
They believe the law doesn't apply to them
because they're above the law.
Sovereigns think that if they change their names
on their birth certificate or their social security card...
Or their driver's license.
Or any government-issued I.D.,
then the government doesn't have jurisdiction over them.
So that's why Way N.E. Bey
issued his own license from Newmerica?
They think writing in red ink
nullifies part of the contracts that they don't agree with.
Carlos: Except none of that is true.
You guys, this is so ridiculous, it's almost funny.
Well, until it's not.
One day, Terry Nichols renounced
his state-issued hunting license.
Three years later, he's helping Timothy McVeigh
blow up the federal building in Oklahoma.
Jennifer: Sovereigns have been known to target and kill
law enforcement and government officials.
And all the legal documents at her house...
Classic paper terrorism.
It's a harassment technique they use to intimidate their enemies
by overwhelming them with bogus, nonsense lawsuits.
Right. Like the lien Way N.E. Put on Connie's house.
Even though these lawsuits and the lien have no merits.
Doesn't matter. The legal system legitimizes them
just by accepting the paperwork.
And once the paperwork is accepted as the truth,
it could take months, even years
to prove that the paperwork is false.
So the question is, why was Connie the enemy?
I mean, what did she do to provoke such a reaction,
both from Shamalamadingdong and from Way N.E. Bey?
Carlos: Connie worked for the government.
Must have something to do with her cases at work.
True. Daniel, you get anything from Connie's work files?
What work files? Willow didn't send you any files?
No, she didn't.
And I'm still checking out her alibi at McHale's.
Willow didn't send you anything at all
from the county recorder's office?
See? That's why some people hate government officials.
Sorry. Sorry. Uh, official police stuff. [ Chuckles ]
I told you... I'm super busy now that Connie's dead.
I have to do everything.
Oh. You have our sympathy.
Now pull together those damn files,
or I'll arrest you for refusing to execute a warrant.
Sounds about right to me.
Fine. I will.
But first I have to help this line of people.
No. First you have to tell me if you recognize this guy.
Yeah. He's been in here.
He wanted to record a name change,
something totally ridonkulous.
Was it Way N.E. Bey?
That's it.
Connie wouldn't record it
because she said it wasn't a real name.
Oh, that's motive for a sovereign.
And I know this is pushing it because you're, like, super busy
but can you get me Way N.E.'S real name?
Cute handbag. What is that... Marc Jacobs?
What do you know? A cop who knows her handbags.
Wayne Baldinger.
I actually have his file right here.
If that was my name, I'd want to change it, too.
You think maybe you could write down his address?
How about I just give her the file?
[ Cellphone rings ]
Yeah. Daniel.
Willow Danson is about to send over Connie's work files.
And I need you to find out where a Wayne Baldinger works.
[ Sighs ]
Uh-oh. Trouble in paradise?
What?
Everything okay with Callie?
Oh, no. Yeah. No.
She's giving her deposition today.
No, it's... Daniel just texted me.
Shamalamadingdong just took down all his websites.
He knows you're on to him.
Yeah, now I have no way of finding him.
But at least now we know
the type of people we're dealing with.
Yeah. Dangerous.
And even though now it's broad daylight
and there's just one of them,
you need to deal with it better than you did last time.
Oh. Oh, okay.
Well, maybe "good cop, bad cop" is tried and true.
Maybe "good cop, sovereign cop" will be more effective.
Hmm.
Hey, Wayne Baldinger?
Or should we call you
"Way, capital 'N, ' capital 'E, ' period, Bey?"
You guys can't harass me at my work.
Oh, no, we're not here to harass you.
We just want to ask you a few questions.
Like why'd you kill Connie Simpson?
I didn't kill her.
Well, you put a lien on her house. Why?
She wouldn't let me change my name, all right?
I'm a sovereign, not a subject. The government doesn't own me, okay?
Well, they do if you have a birth certificate and a social security number.
Then you're kind of like a slave. Exactly. That's why I want to change my name.
Which would nullify all those contracts. Yeah, I get that.
What? Makes sense. And it's totally legal, right?
A lot better than a lot of things
the government tries to do to us.
Okay. Here we go.
Okay, so what you're saying is,
you went after Connie to defend your constitutional rights.
You seem like a sensible guy.
Well, sensible and law enforcement doesn't always have to be at odds.
You'd be surprised how many cops are on our side.
Really? I'd like to meet them.
Well, you should come to one of our seminars, then,
and meet a few of your enlightened brethren.
One of the best financial gurus who's part of our movement
is speaking tonight.
Name is Shamalamadingdong.
Uh, can you write his address down?
I'm sure I could learn a thing or two.
Okay.
The first time you met Mr. Elkins,
you invited him over to your house in the middle of the day,
even though Mr. Elkins had requested
that you meet at his office.
My son was 12 then, and I couldn't find a babysitter.
And is that your recollection as well, Mr. Elkins?
Yes. That's how I remember things happening.
The next time you saw Mr. Elkins,
didn't you seek him out at a restaurant
where he was having dinner?
No. I didn't.
He texted me to meet him there,
and I thought that was highly inappropriate.
So it's inappropriate
for my client to meet you in a public place,
but appropriate for you to lure him into your private house.
Objection. You're obfuscating the truth
by rehashing questions that have already been asked and answered.
I'm just trying to establish
what this witness deems appropriate behavior.
She seems to have a rather erratic moral compass.
Enough. You want to badger my witness, I'll end this deposition right now.
Fine. I'll skip to my last question.
Ms. Cargill, the night you allege
that Mr. Elkins asked you to have sex with him,
did you do any preparation for that possibility?
Excuse me?
Would you ask your witness to answer the question?
Yes. I served him a beverage.
Wine, I believe. I was trying to be polite.
Is it polite to secretly record a private conversation?
Uh, I... I'm sorry, but we would like to break for the day.
But we will reschedule the completion of Ms. Cargill's deposition.
Thank you all.
Ms. Cargill, I'm sorry
that you misinterpreted my intentions to help you.
So I gather there's a recording of this conversation.
Yeah. On an old cellphone.
I wish I'd known about it, because now I need to hear it.
Bring it to my office as soon as you can.
I will.
[ Briefcase latch clicks ]
[ Police radio chatter ]
[ Laughs ] Yeah.
Nice try, but the only usable fingerprints
on this pen and notebook that you gave Wayne was yours.
But Daniel did find a fingerprint, uh, in red ink
on a legal document at Connie's house.
One of the documents signed by Shamalamadingdong?
I'm having it analyzed
to see if it matches the fingerprint from Connie's car.
Speaking of analyzing...
That substance you found in Connie's wounds?
- Mm-hmm. - Your message said it was cultch.
Also known as Turkey grit, washed shell, crushed shell.
Something with that many names doesn't sound good.
That means it's... everywhere in Florida ...Every roadway, driveway, freeway.
As in no way to find out where Connie was run over.
Not true. Because there is another chemical in the cultch.
Oh?
- That part I haven't figured out yet. - Aw.
I know we need to figure out where she was killed
to find out who killed her.
- I know. - Yeah. Duh.
- Daniel. - Hmm?
Nice work on getting that, uh, fingerprint.
Thanks. Oh, and I followed up on Willow's night out.
Got her financials.
- Was she at McHale's? - Bartender confirmed it.
Credit cards say she ran a tab.
Excellent. How are you doing with these boxes?
Oh, I still haven't gotten through everything.
Hey. Legal jargon can be tough.
It's not legal jargon. It's indecipherable gobbledygook.
But we are getting close to finding out
who Shamalamadingdong is.
The social security administration
is e-mailing his file.
He changed his name to that legally?
And I think I found another name on the documents.
- Besides Shamalamadingdong? - Mm.
Oh, wait.
Uh, is it "shoo-wop debada-bada
yippity-boom-deboom?"
Ooh, I hear that guy's dangerous,
but not as bad as wop baba-Lou-bop da-wop-bam-boom.
No, it's someone calling themselves "Crackalacka."
Seriously.
Oh. Okay.
Uh, well, find out everything you can on Crackalacka.
So far, there's only one file
that I can make heads or tails of.
It's an alimony settlement
for a common-law couple out of Alabama.
Then moved to Florida and then got divorced.
But there's no connection to our victim Connie.
What about this Crackalacka?
No, not that I know of. [ Computer beeps ]
According to this e-mail,
at least we know who Shamalamadingdong really is.
- Steve Lamming. - Okay.
Now that we have a name,
get everything that you can find out
about, uh, Steve Lamming and e-mail it to me.
Gonna need it for tonight's seminar.
[ Sighs ]
$200 each? Cash?
Can't you just take her credit card?
I'm not giving these people my credit card number.
Or my real name.
$400. Shamalama's raking it in.
And he's not paying taxes.
Yeah, well, the sovereigns have the right idea about that.
Lamming: And so today, I'm going to be talking to you
about the "f" word... Foreclosure...
And all the dirty little secrets
that the United Shakedown of America
does not want you to know.
First of all, you have to start
by not accepting any kind of government contract
because that is what every piece of paper from the government is.
It is a contract designed to keep you enslaved.
And I can help you renounce that enslavement for just $400.
I'll be selling a kit that tells you how to do it.
Now, before we get into that...
Is that the stuff from Daniel?
And Carlos. Fingerprints, phone, and financials.
So, everything you wanted to know about Steve Lamming,
but were afraid to ask.
No. Not me.
Excuse me! Mr. Dingdong? Hi.
Uh, I was just wondering... If you're so anti-government,
then why are you currently receiving $2,000 a month
in disability for a, uh, work-related injury
when you worked at the Federal Government as an Air Marshal?
Just seems hypocritical to me.
[ Chuckles ] Uh, my apologies to you all.
I'm afraid we have been infiltrated by, uh, an impostor.
Oh, an impostor, Steve.
Yeah. That is your real name, right? Steve Lamming?
I'm not gonna stand up here for this.
No, then by all means, come down
and tell everyone where you were two nights ago
when Connie Simpson was murdered. [ Woman gasps ]
I think now might be a good time to take our first break.
Or maybe how your fingerprints got into the car
that rolled over and killed Connie Simpson.
Uh, security, can I... Can we please get security?
Oh, no, no. Don't bother. I brought my own.
Steve Lamming, you're under arrest
for the murder of Connie Simpson.
Woman: What?
I'll see you soon.
Got that off your car. It's a fake.
Also proves that you're not just some financial-seminars guru.
You're a sovereign. Is that why you killed Connie?
That line of questioning assumes facts not in evidence.
What about all these documents
with your name on them at her house?
And who is Crackalacka? I plead the fifth.
I refuse to be a witness against myself.
Oh, so now that it suits you, you're not above the law.
- I have the right to remain silent. - If you remain silent,
how are you gonna protect your rights? [ Knock on window ]
We have his prints in the car.
Just charge him, process him, get him out of here.
We know what these people are capable of.
- I just don't want to antagonize him. - I think he's hiding something.
- Something bigger than murder? - Well, I don't know about murder,
but here's something he was definitely hiding.
That's a lawsuit
launched by Shamalamadingdong and Crackalacka
to have their own sovereign nation federally recognized.
Uh, Newmerican Nation.
That's the name on his license plate.
Mm, it gets better.
That five-year period of time
where I couldn't find any records of Connie...
Well, it turns out that she left Florida, moved to Alabama,
changed her social security number
and her name to Crackalacka.
- Connie was a sovereign. - Mm-hmm.
And after living with our suspect in there for five years,
Crackalacka wanted out, so she came back to Florida
and went back to being plain old Connie.
Well, then why did Connie bring hundreds of boxes
of sovereign documents with her?
She knew something bad could happen to her.
Maybe she wanted proof of just how crazy Shamalamadingdong is.
Or... she was using his own tactics against him.
Hmm.
You never told me you were married, Steve.
I wasn't.
Well, common-law marriage to a woman named...
[ Gasps ]
Crackalacka.
Better known as Connie Simpson, my victim.
We know this because she kept every bogus legal document
that you two ever filed together.
You see, Florida recognizes
out-of-state common-law marriages.
That's got nothing to do with me.
I think Connie was getting ready to sue you
for all that government disability and...
and your seminar cha-ching that you've been earning,
so you killed her.
- I didn't kill her. - We can put you in the car.
Because I've been in that car.
I used to drive it when we were living together.
So, who were you with three nights ago
when Connie was killed?
Is this silence pleading the fifth or pleading guilty?
I was alone, getting ready for a seminar, not killing Connie.
If I wanted her to go away, I'd have just paid her off.
That's not very sovereign of you.
[ Sighs ]
Look, I'm not in this to hurt people.
I'm this to make money, all right?
There are plenty of other sovereigns out there
who are way more violent than me.
[ Handcuffs rattle ]
Pull up Connie's work files.
I want to see what other sovereigns she was dealing with.
Then we can check and see if any are violent.
Hey. You can't be back there.
What are you doing on that computer?
Your job.
You mentioned that Connie did seminars after work.
She ever mention the sovereign citizens movement?
Found something.
Looks like a powerpoint presentation... catchy title.
Huh. I just answered my own question.
Sovereign citizens. "Public enemy"?
I've never seen that before.
Are all of, uh, Connie's cases on this computer?
Connie's, mine... we keep everything for the last 12 months.
Great. I'll take it. Wait. You can't just take a computer.
Oh. You have another warrant.
Well, I don't know.
I'm... I'm gonna have to get someone from I.T.
To pack it up for you.
Oh, no. It's okay.
I brought my own I.T.
Daniel.
I didn't know keeping the recording
was gonna be such a big issue,
but now that the existence of the recording
is part of my deposition,
Weiss says that I have to produce it for evidence.
- What are you gonna do if we can't find it? - Don't say that. I'm going to find it.
- I have to find it. - Of course.
It is so weird, the stuff you accumulate.
Besides an apartment I had with Ray before Jeff was born,
I've been in here for 17 years.
Wow.
I know.
No. I mean wow.
- You were quite the little heartbreaker. - Stop it.
I would have totally asked her to the prom
if I was in high school.
Well, she totally would have said yes.
[ Gasps ]
I found it.
Of course.
The recording of the criminal activity
is in with the baby pics and the family photos.
[ Laughs ]
[ Cellphone rings ]
Ah.
Yeah. Colleen.
Wait. They... they did what?
I don't have all the details yet, but...
There's a problem with his autopsies...
In particular, Connie Simpson.
All I know is that complaints have been filed,
phone calls have been made.
So Carlos is off the case?
Off this case and every case.
Jim, Carlos has been suspended.
[ Country music playing ]
At least I didn't get fired.
I got suspended. Temporarily.
Pending investigation
by the state medical examiner's board.
Manus said there were 77 complaints against you.
- Unsubstantiated complaints. - Yeah, but 77?
Did you come here to make me feel better or worse?
Well, I don't know. You tell me.
Sounds serious. You're not worried.
I'm not worried?
It's just my career and livelihood at stake.
Not to mention your reputation.
Okay. Let's go with trying to make me feel better.
[ Sighs ]
You know, it takes a special kind of crazy
to put this much time and energy into screwing somebody over.
Yeah.
Serves me right, using my real name and title
to request evidence and investigate this case.
Well, only one thing to do now.
Mm-hmm.
Enjoy the paid vacation.
Yeah.
What's this?
Nothing. I'm suspended.
But I heard a rumor you can read.
Diazinon? Pyrellin?
Malathion, sevin.
And don't worry. It's not more sovereign names.
This is about that chemical you found in Connie's wounds.
Chemicals. It's a combination of insecticides.
But specifically for what purpose, I don't know yet.
It's a good thing I'm incompetent enough
to have been suspended to have the time to find out.
Daniel: I can't believe he's suspended.
Daniel, we get it. Everyone's upset about Carlos.
I don't know what these complaints are,
but whatever they are,
I'm sure Dr. Sanchez didn't do anything wrong.
I agree, but Carlos can't be reinstated
until the Medical Examiner's Board
completes their investigation and finds no fault.
No surprise.
All the names on the complaints are sovereign names.
Classic paper terrorism.
So it's true, then. They're targeting the FDLE.
And we just have to stand here with a bull's-eye on our backs.
No. No way. We are not gonna take this lying down.
But we are going to do this all by the book.
They think they're above the law, but we are the law.
So we're gonna solve this case, take down the murderer,
and clear Carlos' name.
That way, they know that they can't mess with the FDLE.
Well, I'm glad to hear you say that,
because they filed complaints against you, too.
What? You're on paid leave until further notice.
That's bullshit.
I know. But I'm gonna need your badge and your gun, too.
- Are you kidding me? - No.
This is anarchy versus order, Colleen.
And just like you said,
we beat them by doing everything by the book.
[ Scoffs ]
Fine. I still have my cell if you need to call me.
I'll get you those case files I've been working on.
Daniel.
Looks like you're the last man standing.
Yeah. I must be losing my touch.
Well, pissing people off is like second nature to me.
Or, even though you brought in
their financial guru for questioning,
word got out that you really are sympathetic to their cause.
Maybe. Can I see that list?
Sure. But only one of our suspects signed a complaint.
- Shamalamadingdong? - No. Wayne. You want to bring him in?
Uh, not yet.
Not until I check all the names off this list
against the cases that Connie was working on.
Have Daniel bring Connie's computer
around to my house first.
I have to make a few calls.
Mom, really? You're only here for a few days.
Do we really have to do spring cleaning?
I mean, it's not even spring.
It's for a good cause.
I still can't believe all this fit.
Well, I just pulled down the third row of seats,
and voilà... All this extra storage space.
You gonna bring any more stuff back to Atlanta?
Maybe.
You know, the one thing I'd really like to bring is you.
Jim.
No. You. Maybe Jim, too.
So, you like it there?
Hotlanta?
It's not home, but it's nice.
I'm glad you like it.
Hopefully I pass my third-year boards
and finish my intern rotations.
So, you know, we should definitely plan on
you coming to stay with me when school lets out.
- Sounds cool. - Yeah. It could be.
Not what I pictured when I asked you guys over
to come over and help work the case.
What? We were just waiting for you.
Daniel came by and set everything up.
We've already been through most of it.
Mmm.
Connie was very thorough.
You know, not only did she keep a record
of all the documents that she accepted,
but she kept a record of all the ones that she rejected as well.
Meaning all the documents didn't get put into the county records.
That's right. It's no surprise that all the rejected documents
are from sovereigns.
Like Wayne's name change.
Yeah, and turns out that that wasn't
the only document from Wayne that Connie rejected.
Yeah.
Wayne had actually laid claim
on a number of foreclosure properties more than once.
Three, four, five times.
Connie really didn't want this document recorded.
Question is, did she stake her life on it?
This better be good.
I'm still trying to get through all those complaints
against Colleen and Carlos.
This is a really nice property.
What, that foreclosure seminar got you thinking about buying?
No, not me. Wayne.
And he did more than think about it.
He tried to prove his ownership of this property
by filing bogus paperwork with the county recorder.
- With Connie? - And she rejected it.
Right. 'Cause Connie knew that Wayne was a sovereign. [ Cellphone rings ]
Carlos. You didn't hear this from me,
but those pesticides in her wounds are used in crop dusting.
[ Airplane approaching ]
He sees us, right?
- Are you still there? - Yeah.
Did you hear me?
Yeah. You know what? Uh, I'm gonna call you back.
Go! Go!
I guess now we know where Connie was murdered.
[ Sighs ]
[ Indistinct conversation ]
[ Engine shuts off ]
Hey. Get off my property!
You guys are trespassing!
Yeah, Connie was trespassing, too, huh?
She was run over right here.
According to the DNA test, that's Connie's blood.
Yeah. Well, you know what?
It doesn't make a difference to me, man.
This is my sovereign land. I make the laws here, okay?
Newmerican Nation, right?
That's what Shamalamadingdong promised to start.
Along with Connie's help.
Well, it never happened.
It was just another way to get disgruntled morons like you
to keep shelling out money for his seminars.
It's gonna happen.
You'll see. Newmerica Nation's on the rise.
No. It's not, Wayne.
That's what Connie was afraid of.
That's why she rejected your paperwork.
Well... I got the land. That's all that matters.
No. You don't, Wayne.
Filing bogus paperwork and squatting on it
doesn't mean that you actually own the land.
That's why when Connie found out,
she came out here to see if you'd made any improvements.
Because she knew that making improvements
was the best way to establish ownership on squatted land.
I'm sure she would have done everything in her power
to stand in your way.
And that's why she was killed.
I didn't kill her.
No.
But whoever filed her paperwork did.
Thank you, Daniel.
That's all the confirmation I needed.
Hey.
So, I checked your, uh, credit card and bank statements.
At first, I thought you were
just another lazy government bureaucrat,
didn't want to do any work.
But now I know you just didn't want to get caught.
I'm taking a break.
Taking bribes from sovereigns is more like it.
Every case that Connie rejected, you accepted.
For a price, of course.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Well, it's all there on the computer.
It's also on your bank statements.
On the same day that you took a case,
you would deposit $500, sometimes $600 in cash
into your account.
Having money isn't against the law.
But murdering your co-worker is. Mm.
See, I think Connie figured out
that you were filing the sovereigns' bogus paperwork
in exchange for cash.
And she probably saw that... Wayne's file in your drawer...
You know, the one that you just happened to have handy.
I bet that really pissed her off...
You accepting a case that she just rejected.
That's why she broke the rules.
That's why she left work early, at 4:44.
She was gonna go and check on the foreclosed property,
and you followed her.
According to your parking pass,
you left at 4:46, two minutes later.
Yeah. I told you... I was at the bar.
Yeah, but only to set up your alibi.
You opened up the tab at 4:53,
and then you closed it at 1:23 in the morning.
In the meantime, you ran over Connie, you dumped the body,
then you came back to get your car
and you had a couple of drinks to calm the nerves.
Not true. I was at McHale's all night.
Yet you only spent 20 bucks.
Every other night, your bar runs at about $70.
Other people were buying me drinks.
Not according to the bartenders.
After I checked your credit card statements,
I went back and talked to the bartenders.
They remember you leaving... Nothing in between.
Yeah, it gets crazy in there.
It's a rowdy after-work bar.
I was drinking all night.
Hmm. Your bag says otherwise.
We found this on Wayne's foreclosed property.
You knew that if Connie worked out that you were helping Wayne,
then she'd figure out that you were helping
all of the sovereign cases
and she'd expose you for taking bribes.
You could do some hard time in federal prison.
Yeah, well, if she would have just stopped working
and gone on vacation like a normal person,
none of this would have happened.
Sorry, Willow.
Break time's over.
[ Handcuffs click ]
Still can't believe Willow killed Connie.
I thought it was one of those sovereigns for sure.
No, that's what Willow wanted us to think
by filing all those bogus complaints
against Carlos and Manus.
Wait. How did you know that Willow did those?
All of the names on the complaints...
They were from Connie's rejected files.
That's why Shamalamadingdong didn't appear
as one of the complainants.
And he never interacted with Connie
at the county recorder's office,
so Willow didn't know who he was.
Her only mistake was not filing a complaint against you.
Ah, she assumed I'd think it was a sovereign,
and she needed someone on the job to solve the murder.
Too bad for Willow that someone was me.
What do you want... A medal for doing your job?
Yeah. Well, you know... little one.
[ Both laugh ]
We should celebrate.
I hear that Carlos and Colleen
are having a killer pool party. I don't know. It sounds fun.
Oh. It's a full-blown party now.
Yeah. We should get over there.
Do you have the time?
I have to be at the state's Attorney General's office.
Callie has something to show the state's Attorney General
that should put her problem behind her.
Oh. Right. Of course. But, uh, you know, you go.
- I will catch up with you guys later. - Oh, that's fine.
You'll have more time when Callie leaves town.
We can celebrate then.
Elkins: So I'm thinking
why don't we have some fun together?
We can meet here sometimes, meet at my place,
get a suite on the state's dime from time to time.
That way, no one has to know about your legal problem.
Callie: So you mean sex?
Yeah. I mean sex.
And if we have sex,
then you won't turn my case over to the prosecution?
Cross my heart and hope to die.
Okay.
Got it.
Great.
No. I mean I got it.
That's it?
Um...
Yeah. That's... I mean, that's enough.
Don't you think? It's pretty incriminating.
What? What happened?
I'm sorry.
I wasn't able to make this meeting.
We understand. It's no problem.
And since I wasn't able to make this meeting,
my office will reschedule
so I can listen to that recording another time.
Okay. Sounds great. Thank you, counselor.
Okay. I'm confused.
- Uh, Cal, that recording doesn't help you. - What are you talking about?
Well, it sounds like you entrapped Elkins.
And judging by the way Weiss ran out of here,
I'm thinking he thinks a jury's gonna think the same.
Okay, but I didn't. That's not what happened.
I know, but...
Wait. Could I lose my imnity?
You promised me if I gave a deposition
that I wouldn't be penalized for any of my delinquent taxes.
No, no, no. It's not a tax problem.
The Attorney General can't go back on that.
Okay.
But there might be new charges for misconduct.
Criminal charges.
You'd be remanded back to Florida.
- So I could be arrested. - Don't worry, Cal.
We are gonna fight this, and we are not gonna lose.
It doesn't even matter because in the meantime,
I'd lose my job, I'd lose my spot at the medical school
and everything that I've been working towards in Atlanta.
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