Am I supposed to drink alone?
Why are we here, marin?
Do you want me to show you?
Is this because you're mad at my brother?
Blake is an exotic wild animal, Bradley.
He has no charm
no grace.
I need something
more poetic in my life.
And I think it's you.
Please don't tell him.
Tell him what?
What, you think this is funny?
Well, little brother
to be honest
uh, yeah, I do.
Why?
Please, Bradley, it was just a joke.
Do you want to pick up where we left off?
Big brother can watch.
He likes to see me naked.
So this is it?
Are the two of you so damn bored
that all you can do is think up of ways
to humiliate me?
Ooh, is little brother mad?
Get off.
No!
I said get off!
Oh, my god.
Blake!
Bradley!
Bradley!
Bradley!
I see no alternative other
than dismissal for detmar.
Come on, Craig, we can't do this to Kelvin.
He's a good cop.
He was drunk
on duty, Harry.
Thank god I talked the
archdiocese out of suing.
All right, so he had
a little to drink that night.
You know he's had a rough shuffle
these last couple of years?
His wife and kids left him.
What if I got him into a program?
I'm not here to manage his personal life.
But when it starts affecting his work
and reflecting badly on this department
I can't have that, and
you shouldn't want that.
What about his pension?
I write him out on a d.O.D.
He might lose it.
What's the right thing to do, captain?
Cassy, Tom, I need you to check out
an apparent drowning.
I picked up the squawk on this morning.
How did frannie like her birthday present?
Not now, cassy. Kelvin.
Want to step inside my office, please?
Sure, Harry.
What do you think?
Not a chance Harry lets him walk.
A reprimand or a suspension, tops.
Probably recommends some kind
of a treatment center or something.
I spoke to the D.A., Kelvin.
You're the best at supporting the troops.
I'm recommending you resign.
What cause?
What cause?
You wrestled a nun to the ground
ripped away her crucifix
and handcuffed her to the church gates.
I thought she was carrying.
It was night, the crucifix
looked like a g*n.
You were drunk.
I had a couple of pops.
Nothing I couldn't handle.
Yes, you were.
The carpet's lumpy
from all the crap I have
swept under it for you.
It's time, kel.
Don't do this to me, captain, please.
Fine. I won't beg!
You want to know what I think?
I think you're a coward
and frankly, I expected more from you.
Not only as my boss
but as my friend.
If you want suggestions on...
Stuff it, Harry!
I don't have a problem.
It's the police.
Marin will let them in.
Hi, I'm marin Kennedy.
I'm sergeant Tom Ryan,
this is sergeant St. John.
Come on in.
Brad is with his mother in the study.
Right this way.
I'm Bradley Babcock.
This is my mother.
Her most recent stroke has damaged
her ability to speak.
I see you've met marin.
She was with me during the accident.
Have they found Blake?
The ocean's a little
cold this time of year.
It may take a few days.
You got a lot of closed-circuit
surveillance cameras
in this house.
It's for mother.
The security makes her feel safe.
You stated you had no idea
your brother was in the vicinity.
I thought I was to have a
quiet afternoon alone with marin.
It was just supposed to be a joke.
I never should have gone along with it.
Marin, I was the one who wanted to believe.
If it's anyone's fault, it's mine.
Tom: Well, what was the joke?
Blake wanted to pull a prank on Bradley.
We set up this thing
where he'd come out
of the woods like Freddy
and scare Bradley.
We thought it would be worth a few laughs.
Who pushed who first?
I...
I guess I pushed him first, I think.
Marin: Blake actually
grabbed Bradley first.
And then it all came apart.
Blake fell backwards into the water.
How did you get the shoe?
It just hit my hand.
But then I ran out of breath
and I had to resurface.
And when I went back down again
there was nothing.
How long was he in the water
before the paramedics arrived?
At least half an hour.
Bradley, I am so deeply sorry.
Bradley: Well, I k*lled him,
not you.
I k*lled my own brother.
Well, if the accident
happened the way you said
I don't think there's any blame.
I doubt that mother will ever believe that.
Perhaps tomorrow after
the memorial service.
Are you not going to wait
for the recovery of the body?
No, mother wants to
think that Blake's at rest.
We're having it at the accident site.
: A.M.
Man: Blake was a joyful man,
always laughing
always elevating the moment
making us forget our troubles
if only for the length of the laugh.
And now, the length of his days with us
his physical self
has ended.
Let us pray.
As the father has committed the son
so he has committed the
soul of Blake Ernest Babcock
to heaven, and his memory to our hearts.
In Jesus' name I pray this.
Amen.
Tom: The lab techs have
a security tape for us to see.
This perp either knew
exactly where to stand
or he was the luckiest k*ller
since Jack the ripper.
What was the estimate?
About a half million in jewelry
another $ , in negotiables.
Prints were everywhere.
Residentials?
My guess, too.
What do you want to bet
that the k*ller saw the
funeral announcement
and figured this place was vacant.
I suppose.
You know, this is a pretty
daunting place to whack
given the security.
Do you want to do the honors with Bradley?
Yeah.
Whew.
Ooh.
Tom: Everybody's on the wall
except Kermit and miss piggy.
Bradley...?
I was thinking
I've never had to live alone.
I've always had someone to share with.
Whether it be family or friends.
Now... and now in the
passage of less than a day
I'm a solitary being.
Mr. Babcock, did you straighten
the room after the break-in?
No, no.
It's as it was.
Why?
Nothing, just a cop question.
I'll leave my numbers
downstairs on the phone stand...
Home and office...
If there's anything you need
or want to talk about
you call me, okay?
That's very kind of you.
How do you read it?
Not much trashing
and what was the rush?
After k*lling Mrs. Babcock
shutting down the surveillance system
the thief had till the service ended.
The hairs on the back of my neck
are starting to do their thing again.
The yeg who hit this place
had to be prepared to disable
an incredibly complex security system.
Yep, and that category of crackers
aren't usually K*llers.
Exactly... and the thief knew precisely
where to hunt for the prizes.
Well, I'll work the security installers.
Why don't you take the insurance companies?
Yeah, okay, fine.
They're always such a fun group of people.
You ever k*ll anyone?
I have...
Lots.
Never k*lled anyone I knew.
I think that would be hard, don't you?
Ain't nothing wrong with k*lling a guy
if he deserves it.
Used to happen all the time
in the old west
and history turned
out all right, didn't it?
Think you could k*ll a man?
It's almost over!
Hey, we did it.
Do you mind?
Do you know what always foils
the perfect crime?
Little brother.
When the criminals
start believing it's perfect.
What's the matter with you?
What did I do wrong?
Wrong?
Oh, I don't know.
Might have been that little
number about being so alone.
I have to give you points.
You did it in mother's room
but to tell you the truth, little brother
you're overdoing it.
Hey, it wasn't overdoing it; Ii was real.
Oh...
Oh, well, now that you
got your grief out of the way
I feel so much better.
Time to shut down that surveillance camera
so I can get out of this dungeon
don't you think?
Aren't I doing exactly
what you want, Blake?
Of course you are, Bradley.
Look, I must have a touch of cabin fever.
That's all.
I know you're doing all you can do
and I appreciate it.
You do?
Hey, we're a team, aren't we?
Huh?
I'll adjust the security system
first thing in the morning.
Fine, now adios me and get out of here.
Got a big day tomorrow.
Go on, scoot.
Get some rest.
Lipschitz: Come on, Kelvin.!
Come on, answer, answer!
What's wrong with you?
It's Kelvin.
He took it bad.
Cancer he'd take better.
I'm afraid he's going to
do something stupid, Tom.
You think he'll commit su1c1de?
I don't know what to think.
I tried calling all last night
this morning, nothing.
I know he went out on a drunk.
I know it.
You know, maybe he slipped
hit his head and bled to death?
Harry...
What? It happened to William Holden
it could happen to him.
I'm going to go check his house.
Take my calls, all right?
Bradley, we have to address the matter
of the death certificate for your brother
but I can wait.
We can discuss this
another time if you like.
Thank you, um, Mr. Kleggit.
I appreciate your concern
but, no, I just want to get this over with.
Of course.
You are aware that your mother did
leave most of her estate to your brother?
He was her favorite
and he was mine, too.
Then all we need
is for you to contact Stefan gantz
and discern what Blake had
intended to be your inheritance.
Excuse me?
Stefan gantz?
You didn't know?
I don't know a Stefan gantz.
I thought I was the beneficiary.
Two months ago, Blake
had renamed his beneficiary...
A Stefan gantz of Zurich, Switzerland.
I don't know him.
I contacted Mr. Gantz.
That is, I've contacted his business agent
Zurich limmat trust bank.
But I don't know him!
Bradley, evidently, your brother did.
Gantz's papers were faxed to me last night.
It's all very proper.
Do you wish for me to
investigate Mr. Gantz further?
No, I'm certain that if
it's something Blake did
it must be okay.
Lipschitz: Kel, open the damn door!
Harry.
My god, kel, you look like hell.
Yeah.
What the hell is the matter with you?
I've been calling you since yesterday.
I was, uh... I was out.
Let me guess, doing what?
Look, I know I have a problem.
It cost me a wife, a family
a career.
I know, Harry.
Okay?
So what?
You drown your problem in your problem?
I was going to get help, Harry
but you fired me.
No, Kelvin.
I asked you to resign.
Oh, what's the difference?
One's a pill
one's a knife.
You still die.
Harry, I think I did something horrible.
I think I paid someone to k*ll you.
Listen, kel, you know,
sometimes when you're drunk...
No, no, no!
Listen to me.
Listen to me.
Harry, I... I went to this bar
and I was sitting there.
I was drinking and talking.
I met this guy
and he was drinking and listening to me.
I know, I... I mean, I...
I think I paid him
$ , to k*ll you, Harry.
To k*ll me?
Yes.
And this is not a joke?
That's what I'm trying to tell you!
After I left your office
I stopped into a couple of bars.
I guess I didn't...
Never made it past the last one.
Which one?
I don't exactly remember
but I'll know it when I see it.
You're serious about this.
Let me find this guy.
I'll know him when I see him.
He'll know me.
hours, Harry.
I need this.
Let me redeem myself.
Harry, this is all I
got left to hold on to.
Kel, what you're asking me to...
Wait, wait! Take my wallet, Harry.
Here's my credit cards.
And my money.
You give me hours, Harry.
I'm begging you.
Give me hours to find him.
If I turn up empty...
I'll turn myself in.
I was never here.
As a matter of fact
I didn't see you until tomorrow.
You want to tell me about Stefan gantz?
So your meeting with
kleggit went well, huh?
I don't understand you, Blake.
I do everything for you.
You do everything?
No.
No, I do everything.
I planned it.
I took the dive, I took care of mother.
Me. While you whimpered and whined.
You?
Do you have any idea
how easy it is to recreate yourself
if you have the money?
All you do is fax those euro-banks
a doctored birth certificate
driver's license, bank statement
and they beg to handle your money.
That's what it's all about, little brother.
The money.
W-W-We had everything planned.
South America.
Y-Y-You said we were going to...
I left you the house. Sell it.
Go to South America.
Find another culture to bore.
You took it all?
I thought we were together.
Dear brother.
I've been completely unfair to you.
I never shared with you exactly how much
you really make me want to puke.
Did you know that I actually considered
k*lling you first
and waiting out dear, sweet mother?
Now get the hell out of my way.
I'm playing through.
No! It is not going to be this way.
Because I'll do...
You'll what, huh?
Shut up! I love you.
Shut up!
All this exercise made me kind of hungry.
Blake!
Lipschitz: Did a cop come in
to your establishment last night?
About five-ten
pounds, light hair?
Okay. Thanks, anyway.
What are you doing?!
What the hell is wrong with you?
Hey, hey!
Somebody want to tell me
what the hell is going on here?!
Harry?
It's a long story.
Tell me what is going on.
It's Kelvin.
I'm listening.
He thinks he paid some guy $ , to do me.
Who's the trigger?
He doesn't remember yet.
What are you going to do?
You're bringing him in, right?
He asked me for hours to find the guy.
You gave it to him?
Who in the hell gives you...
Stuff it, Craig!
You don't like the way I run
this department, then fire me, now!
He know what the guy looks like?
He thinks he knows
where the bar is.
What did you come in here
to tell me, what?
Well, we ran a check on
both the security company
and the insurers of the Babcock estate.
Nothing.
Forensics confirms
no foreign prints in the house
only residentials.
We haven't had any hits
on the missing jewelry.
What about the body?
The dive team's
doing everything they can
but right now the water's turbid.
It's like mud out there.
You're going in the wrong direction.
With rich people, it's
always about the money.
Who gets the money?
We don't know.
How's it going?
Oh, okay, I guess.
Yeah, it's okay.
What can I get you?
Nothing.
Tell you what, how
about a juice, pineapple?
Ice?
Yeah.
Excuse me, uh...
Something else?
I look familiar to you?
From maybe a couple of days ago?
No.
What about a guy
maybe a regular, uh
mousy-looking, about five-eight
looked like he hadn't shaved in a while?
That fits a lot of people.
Yeah.
You a cop?
Ex.
Ex-drinker, too, huh?
Yeah, I know, I've been there.
Look... why don't you talk to Beverly?
She's working
the night shift now.
Maybe she can help you.
Thanks.
You still want that juice?
Yeah. Yeah, I do.
It's day one.
Bradley: Hello, is this
Zurich limmat trust bank?
Yeah, I need to speak to a manager
about account number - .
Yes, my name is Stefan gantz.
Yes, I'll hold.
Excuse me, I'm terribly sorry.
I must call you right back.
Marin.
This is unexpected.
Well...
I didn't want to be alone.
Nor do I.
So how about a glass of port?
Is this just all for sympathy?
No.
No.
All right.
Really?
Well, thank you for your time.
That was the attorney
for the Babcock estate.
Met with Bradley Babcock
yesterday, informed him
that his brother was sole beneficiary.
Being cut out of a will?
There's a motive.
Yeah. Yeah, but in this case
the entire fortune
goes to one...
Stefan gantz in Switzerland.
Bradley's still out of the money.
Security system? Intact.
Every camera is wired-sealed.
Unless someone re-aimed it
it's impossible to not
have the k*ller on tape.
The one on the left is before the k*lling
the one on the right, during.
Same angle, no re-aiming.
Maybe the shadow of night did it.
The what?
The shadow of night.
One of the greatest comic
book heroes of all time.
This guy, he could transform himself...
A comic book?
Are you ever going to grow up?
Cassy.
What?
I believe... that all men
should keep alive inside
themselves a little boy.
That's what makes us
creative, daring...
Stop it!
Playful.
Read bly, read keen
that's what it's all about.
Shadow, please.
Shadow.
Hey...
Tom?
The length of the shadow
is the same in both photos.
But at different times of day
one shadow would be longer than the other.
Could they have been doctored?
St. John.
Okay, we're on our way.
That was gold.
Blake Babcock's body just floated.
Hello?
To what do I owe this
unexpected depression?
Gold, you got a real attitude problem.
Well, why do you think
he's a morgue jockey?
No complaints from the customers?
How very droll.
I'll assume you're here for
the prelims on Blake Babcock.
The body was in excellent condition...
Are we ready now?
Uh-huh.
The body was in excellent condition
especially for a floater.
Integrity was high.
Lungs were aerated, clear.
Time of death...
Impossible.
He drowned four days ago.
How could the lungs be aerated and clear
if he drowned?
Simple. He didn't drown.
Lots of air in his lungs.
No hemorrhagic edema fluid in his windpipe
which is always present
in a drowning victim.
This Doe, when they brought him to me
had advanced rigor mortis.
Rigor never lasts more than hours.
My preliminary is, he's been dead...
No more than hours, maximum.
Not possible.
Fine. You examine the body.
Then what k*lled him?
Blunt-force trauma to the cranium
and a puncture wound to the back.
What was used in the b.F.T.?
Too early to tell...
Precisely, that is.
How about imprecisely?
An educated guess?
A k*ller whale.
Since when are k*ller whales
native to the waters of Florida?
Not an orca, cassy.
A golf club.
Judging by the indentation
and the imprinted club-face pattern
I think the m*rder instrument
was a nine-degree k*ller whale driver.
What was the puncture wound?
Derma and follicle fragments
under the deceased's
fingernails, fragments from a...
Dicerous bicornous.
Hmm?
I'm waiting.
African black rhinoceros.
So let me sum up your findings.
You believe that Blake Babcock
was hit in the head with a golf club
and then gored to death
by an African black rhinoceros?
I said the findings
were preliminary, didn't I?
Everybody down! Police!
Have you ever been in jail?
I don't think we should tell Harry
the rhino part.
Right, why don't we just tell him
the golf club part?
Ryan.
Oh, yeah, Kelvin.
Hey, thanks for calling me back.
Listen, Harry fil...
Just a sec, just a sec.
Uh-huh.
Yeah. Okay, got it.
Yeah, I'll see you in .
Kelvin thinks he just found the bar
where he might have
hired the contract on Harry.
Go.
Is this the guy?
That's the guy I gave the money to.
Ryan: You're under arrest.
You have the right to remain...
A rhinoceros?
Kelvin, take care of this for me.
I got to find cassy.
I'll call Harry.
Cassy.
Cassy.
I was in a bar with Kelvin.
I saw a rhinoceros head.
In a bar with Kelvin,
saw a rhinoceros head.
That makes sense.
It was a beer ad.
I looked up, there it was.
A rhino head.
Rhino head...
Trophy room, Babcock mansion.
Precisely.
Precisely. What did you think
I was talking about?
Let me smell your breath first.
If we get a search warrant from Alexander
I think we got probable cause.
With our D.A., who knows?
But it's late, so why don't
we wait until tomorrow?
So this came to you
while you were in a bar?
Yes, while staring at a... rhino head.
What do you think, sergeant St. John?
Well, I'm struck by two things.
Marnie thinks that the surveillance tapes
could have been doctored
by someone who knows the system.
And there's the puzzle of the left shoes.
Left shoes?
Yeah.
Bradley Babcock recovered
Blake's left shoe diving for him.
Lipschitz: But the coroner
found the body with the left shoe still on.
Two left shoes.
So...
Based on you seeing animal
heads in a bar and a vague notion
the security tapes could
have been tampered with
and two left shoes
you want me to file charges
against Bradley Babcock?
Yes, sir.
Is that a no?
Well, I think that
little bit of police work
ought to pretty much lock up
our cop-of-the-year award.
Boy, that was scary watching
him laugh like that, wasn't it?
Do you want to go public with what we have?
Sure, we'll be the
laughingstock of palm beach
something I've never experienced.
What if we go to gold
and we ask him to release
his findings on Blake?
There's not a station manager in palm beach
that wouldn't pick up the story
of a man k*lled by a k*ller
whale and a rhinoceros.
And if you were Babcock
and you saw this report, what would you do?
Definitely clean house.
Cassy: You think he watches
the : news?
I do.
Yeah, and I know why.
You do, do you?
Sure.
Conchita mcguire.
Who?
Come on, come on,
don't play stupid with me.
With those dresses that she wears
their slogan ought to be
"nudes, weather, sports at : ."
Well, well, looks like our little duffer
has given up the game.
We already sent the driver down to gold.
He ought to be able
to get blood and tissue samples from it
to match Blake Babcock.
Alexander will have to file on Bradley
if everything confirms.
Go pick up the search
warrant, I'll call the D.A.
Okay.
No, not for the eyes of the innocent.
What is it?
It's a letter of release.
From what?
This.
I think one of mother's old sherries
is very much in, in ord...
Bradley.
What are you doing in here?
Bradley, the next time you
try to convince the police
that a death was an accident
get the shoes right.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You have no right to be in here.
Yes, I do, I've got a warrant.
This is the shoe that
you found at the cliff.
This is the shoe that we
found on Blake's body.
Did I mention that we found
Blake's body yesterday?
Th... then he is dead.
Oh, Blake.
The one we found.
The one you found.
Both lefts.
While you were dressing the body
after you k*lled him
you should have put
a right shoe on his foot.
Very sloppy work.
Cassy: You know our guess.
You and your brother
stashed some scuba gear
underwater in the ocean.
Bradley, what are they talking about?
Shut up!
It was an accident, she saw it.
Having marin as an
eyewitness, that's pretty brilliant.
Whose idea was it to
loop the surveillance tape?
Blake k*lled mother, not me.
Bradley, that's sort of a confession.
Your mother was k*lled after
Blake supposedly was, so...
It was all Blake's idea, not mine.
Put the g*n down.
Gotcha, Bradley.
All that, just for a billion dollars.
Yeah, it's open.
Harry...
I just wanted to say thanks.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Kelvin...
I want you to have a good life.
Find some peace.
You promised you're going to get some help
'cause there's hundreds of
terrific programs out there.
Still got it, Harry.
06x18 - Pink Elephants
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Series portrays the daily lives of two detectives who solve sexually-based crimes of passion among the ultra-rich of Palm Beach, Florida.
Series portrays the daily lives of two detectives who solve sexually-based crimes of passion among the ultra-rich of Palm Beach, Florida.