I've been hoping to cut out early, but murder never makes life easy for a detective.
Instead of kicking back with a cold one, it's back to the seedy part of town.
Welcome to Hotel Homicide.
What's the story?
I got some clean prints off of this.
Not Guinness, but we can forgive him for that.
Run them against a local dealer named Joel Dawson.
If they're not his, they might belong to the shooter.
With that face, that's Dawson.
What else you got?
A bullet went clean through.
I also got a bloody little knife, but her body ain't got no stab wounds.
I think we're dealing with a China white deal done sour.
Perk probably made off with the merchandise and the money.
Leaving a trail of breadcrumbs.
Hey, uh, well, the lab boys are playing with their toys.
Did you get the UNI's to ask questions out there?
I was down unturned.
Good. Drink later?
Yeah.
I'll meet you at Riley's.
I'm gonna go talk to the hotel manager.
I got a hunch he knows more than he's been telling us.
Now, we've been through this song and dance before, you and I.
Let's not waste any time.
You want to keep your motel license?
You better tell me what went down last night.
Detective, I don't know what you're talking about.
Are you gonna tell me you didn't get a little cash from Dawson to look the other way?
I'm a businessman, Frank.
And I'm a clumsy file-practor.
You got any more details coming to mind?
I got all day to listen.
The way these dealers kill their own,
maybe we ought to just let them have their way so they can weed themselves out.
Keep it light, huh, Frank?
If this town cleaned itself up, no one would recognize you.
Detective Moretti?
I only went on my duty.
I think my husband might have killed someone.
Detective Brennan, do you want to get the lady a water or...?
Gin and tonic.
My pleasure.
Sit down.
So what exactly did he do?
He's not a nice man, Detective.
Frank.
Edlin.
What's his name?
Keith Moore.
He started dealing drugs.
The wrong people.
Graduated.
Seller to user.
Today, he started talking about killing this low life who burned him.
He wanted me to help him get away with it.
I wouldn't do that, Frank.
He did this to me.
Where is he?
I don't know.
But I'm scared.
You shouldn't be.
Not anymore.
Gotta be careful if you're going after Keith.
Killing a cop would be no problem for him.
This ain't my first rodeo.
Why do you do it?
Why, Detective?
Somebody's gotta push back when the bad guys get too comfortable.
I push when no one else will.
Keith then sent his bitch here for a conjugal visit.
What you want?
Where's my husband?
What do I look like, his parole officer?
He called me asking for help, but he couldn't tell me where he was holed up.
Something went down last night.
Where it is your old man sitting on a big old pile of cash
and enough heroin to choke the Chinese Navy.
I gotta find Keith.
You know what Keith'll do to you when he finds out you didn't tell me?
I'll tell you where he is.
Hey, who's there?
Identify yourself!
You don't know where you're stored, my dad!
Keith!
Evie, Shay, what are you doing here?
I'm dying.
Who the hell you been?
I needed you.
I needed you!
Keith, calm down. Calm down.
You gotta get stabbed in the gut.
You go running on their ass all over town.
I hope you had a grand time.
I'm here.
What world is against me?
It wasn't my fault.
Cop was grilling me about you.
Told me he was gonna call her the dirtbag who cut down Joe Dawson.
He did this with his hands.
I'm gonna take care of you.
Close your eyes.
You're safe.
You're safe.
Yeah, Mark.
Check those prints against a guy named Keith Moore.
And I'm talking armed and dangerous here.
Get a warrant quick.
I got his address from a reliable source.
211 Crawford, Fredericktown.
Keith, what's up with you?
I'm bringing you some of the bitch.
I'm gonna kill you!
I'm gonna kill you!
One, seven, five, second hand, U-10, four, ten, eight, ten, six, okay?
One, seven, five, second hand, U-10, four, ten, eight, ten, six, okay?
One new message.
Frank, it's Mark. Listen, I followed a lead and talked to one of our guests at the county jail.
He used to be a runner for Keith Moore.
He gave me the missing piece of this jigsaw puzzle.
The story checks out.
We got this case figured wrong, Frank.
I'm not gonna like how this one fits together.
Being a detective means you can't let people play you.
A pretty face that told me pretty lies pushed me right into a trap for fools.
All the lessons you just don't find in a handbook, you learn them the hard way.
I'm not gonna like how this one fits together.
I'm not gonna like how this one fits together.
I'm not gonna like how this one fits together.
I'm not gonna like how this one fits together.
