Previously on Wild Cards.
Dad, how about you just call Mom?
Max, she lied to us.
I know, but she’s your wife.
Because of what you did,
we’re all in Gedeon Varga’s crosshairs.
It’s hard for me to open up to women,
’cause the last time I did, I got burned.
So... how are things with Jessica?
Um... they’re, they’re good.
We should all go out sometime.
I would love that.
Housekeeping.
Good day. Lady Harding, here.
Terribly sorry, but the safe in my room will not open.
Would you be a dear and send someone up, please?
- Hmm. - Told you.
Temperamental.
Just like my second husband.
Are you sure this is your code, ma’am?
Oh, absolutely.
11-22. It’s my birthday.
I use it for everything.
Not very James Bond, I know, but...
Oh, goodness.
I’m already late for my event.
Uh, madam, I’m only supposed to open the safe
for whomever the room is registered to.
The suite is booked under your husband’s name.
-Perhaps you could call him? -The thing is,
this lunch is a surprise for his birthday.
My manager is very strict about--
Of course he is. They usually are.
Before you rush off, do let me explain.
My husband grew up quite poor.
His father died working in
the coal mines in Ireland when he was quite young.
I’m sorry, but--
They had to sell everything just to keep a roof
over their heads, including their father’s watch.
A family heirloom
that they passed down from father to son
for three generations.
That’s a very sad story, but I can’t--
And I’ve searched for that watch
since the day we were married.
20 years...
of estate sales, auctions, eBay.
A romantic odyssey to find the one and only thing
my husband cannot buy.
-No... -Yes.
-No! -Yes.
-The watch is in there? -It is!
This stays between us.
Oh.
Oh! My hero.
Oh!
If I weren’t already married
and you weren’t tragically employed.
Oh. Uh, may I see it?
Oh, I would love that.
But it is already wrapped.
Ribbon, velvet box, whole shebang.
Of course. Ah.
Have a good day, madam.
Thank you so, so, so much.
And just like that, the game begins.
Transfer complete.
Oh. How’d it go?
Un morceau de gâteau.
Hey, you actually pulled it off.
I guess we can check transportation off the list.
I’ll give this to Ricky and tell him
we can shift into phase two of our diamond heist.
Speaking of diamonds,
I brought a souvenir from the hotel.
Mom!
That wasn’t part of the plan.
The minute I saw it, I knew you had to have it.
Yeah, I’m sure you could pawn it for 10 or 15 grand.
Dad, maybe just try it on.
No, I can’t, honey.
I gotta get going. It’s my first time leading
the prison support group, and I wanna pick up
a traveller of decent coffee.
’Cause prison coffee...
that’s the worst offender in there.
I’ll see you later, kiddo.
Mom, just give him some time.
No, it’s okay.
Hey. What’s up?
People come here voluntarily?
What, you never worked out before?
I mean, I broke a mild sweat once,
when I climbed up a flight of stairs carrying my purse
and a latte.
Jess and I have been getting up and running
every morning at 5:00 AM.
My alarm clock doesn’t even have 5:00 AM.
It’s a little ritual we started back in Mexico.
Getting up with the sunrise, jogging along Caballo Beach.
Actually, I have gone for a jog,
and it was on a beach, except I was being
chased by a donkey wearing a sequinned tuxedo.
I mean, I was in the tux, not the donkey.
It’s a whole saga, I’ll give you
the director’s cut later.
Oh, jeez.
Poor guy.
All pain and no gain.
Just confirmed our vic’s ID. Ridge Rogers, 42.
He’s the owner of the gym and the guy on all the posters.
And quite the specimen.
Nine-time world bodybuilding champion.
I Googled him.
How does someone even get like this?
Such a big guy in such teeny, tiny shorts.
Hard work, but it’s a simple choice.
You just gotta commit to a strict diet,
two to three hours of training a day, and...
well, no cheat meals.
Okay, you lost me at the two to three hours a day.
And the strict diet.
And the no cheating.
It’s 300 pounds on that bar, but, I mean,
a guy his size could’ve easily handled that weight.
A lot of these guys are on gear, though.
Maybe a steroid-induced heart attack?
That was my first thought.
Until I found this.
The laceration is fresh.
And from the shape of the wound,
I’d say he was hit with a hex dumbbell.
Probably a 10 or a 20 pounder.
Ugh. While he was bench pressing on his back?
Poor guy.
The blow alone wouldn’t be strong enough to kill,
but it probably stunned him.
And then he loses his grip on the bar, and...
300 pounds of iron come crashing down on his windpipe.
I’m taking some free weights back to check for bloodstains.
The unis are collecting dumbbells now.
Oh, leave this one.
I might need him later.
What is it?
It’s Ridge’s workout journal. He was tracking everything.
His weight, what he was pressing, his meals.
Hey, can you ballpark his time of death for me?
Sometime between 10:00 PM and 2:00 AM.
Well, it looks like he was writing down all his workouts.
His last entry was 9:45 PM.
It’s 45 minutes after the gym closes.
I wonder if Ridge had a workout buddy.
Well, if they did, they didn’t come to sweat.
They came to kill.
We need to talk to whoever found the body.
I’m Colin.
Uh, Ridge and I were co-owners in the gym.
This is my wife, Amy.
I called her right after I dialed 911.
I just can’t believe this is happening.
So, when you got to the gym this morning,
you said the doors were locked?
Yeah.
I opened up, saw the lights were on,
which isn’t normal.
And...
That’s when I came in and found him.
When was the last time you saw him?
We were both here with him last night before closing.
Did he mention anything about
meeting up with someone after you left?
No, he was gonna get a workout in,
like he does every night.
Alone?
He was a celebrity around here.
During gym hours, people would keep asking for selfies.
At night, he could focus.
Uh, he did mention he was switching out
the protein drinks in all the fridges last night.
Why?
Some fitness influencer convinced us to stock
his power drink.
Ridge didn’t like him,
so he developed his own line of protein drinks.
First batch just came in yesterday
and he was so excited.
- Do you recognize that? - Yes, Ridge’s workout log.
He had a strict routine and he stuck to it.
Okay.
One last question.
Where were you two last night between 10:00 and 2:00?
Well, you were at your poker game.
Yeah, uh, same crew every month.
Last night went from 9:00 ’til around 3:00 this morning.
9:00 to 3:00. And you were home?
No, I knew I was gonna be picking Colin up late,
so I took in a double bill at the Revival in Lakeview.
Frankenstein and Jekyll and Hyde .
I love a little classic horror.
Olive?
Do you see them?
Who’s them?
Cockroaches.
Oh, yeah.
I see a couple over there.
What the hell? We’ve never had bugs before.
I’m calling the exterminator.
Yeah.
Okay, aren’t you gonna come down?
No. I live here now.
How about I distract them and then you can get out of here?
How do you distract the cucaracha?
Olive, you deal with blood and guts
and gruesome crime scenes all day.
You’re afraid of a couple cockroaches?
-You got one on your shoe. -What? Where? Get off!
- Okay. - Very funny.
Nature boy.
How about you piggyback this fine gal out of here
so we can get back to the office?
Yeah.
All right.
Come on.
- Okay. Okay. - Gracias, Ellis.
Thank you.
Okay. Well, Colin’s poker buddies
confirm he was haemorrhaging cash from 9:00 until 2:30 AM.
-He’s alibied. -Huh.
I spoke to an usher at the Revival Cinema.
Amy was there for the double bill
from 9:15 to 2:00 AM.
The movie theatre staff remembered her. How?
She spilled a jumbo bucket of popcorn all over the lobby
before the movie started, and then she apologized
about it again after the movie ended.
What about Ridge’s notebook?
Uh, mostly just weights and reps.
Except for in the back, where there’s a list of dates.
- Dates for what? - I don’t know yet.
Y’all are gonna wanna get eyeballs on this.
All right. What are we looking at here?
This gem is a bodybuilding influencer
who goes by the name Atlas.
And why should we care?
Because for the last few months,
every workout video he’s posted has been from Ridge’s gym.
And this morning, this popped up.
That’s the locker room at Ridge’s gym.
Ding, ding, ding! Tell him what he’s won, Simmons.
-Just play the video, Yates. -Okay.
Yo, gym bros. This just in at Ridge’s gym.
Look at these bad boys I found in the locker room, huh?
Wow!
Can you say health code violation?
The floor is moving, it’s like a sea of cockroaches.
An intrusion.
A group of cockroaches
is called an intrusion, hello.
This place used to be my home away from home,
but now they got roaches.
So, it’s gonna be a "no" for Ridge’s Gym.
Atlas out.
Wait, can you go back a sec or two?
-Ellis, do you see that? -Yeah.
Colin and his wife said that Ridge swapped out
the old drinks after closing the gym that night.
So, if Atlas recorded this video
and the new drinks are already stocked...
Then he was in the gym after closing.
Right in the window of Ridge’s murder.
We gotta talk to this guy.
-Who’s gonna bring him in? -Not it.
We got defensive driving certification.
It’s an hour away and we’re already late.
I’m gunnin’ for under 30.
Sorry, my gym bros,
but you’re on your own with Atlas.
Right.
His real name is Sheldon Shankman.
He’s an influencer with a decent following.
He’ll take whatever shortcut he can to get more likes.
This is the same influencer you were telling us
- about before? - Yes.
So... why did Ridge kick him out?
He’s a walking disruption.
-You remember the fight? -Yeah.
Wait, there was a fight?
Atlas was always making videos at the gym.
Yeah, he started treating the place
like his own personal soundstage.
Yeah, he would rearrange equipment
like it was set dressing.
Telling people to move so he could get his good angle.
Colin and Ridge allowed it because of
his social media following, but it just became obnoxious.
Then there was the protein drink debacle
that really sealed it.
What happened?
Well, Atlas was starting his own line of protein drinks.
Atlas Ignite.
They looked legit on the label,
so we agreed to sell them at the gym.
Yeah, but when Ridge had them analyzed,
they found trace amounts of dangerous chemicals.
So, we pulled the drinks and Atlas’ membership.
- When was this? - About a week ago.
Yeah, I guess so. I was out of town working then.
I’m guessing he didn’t take the protein breakup very well?
No, he did not.
So, revenge served cold and crawling.
Yo, yo, yo! This is Atlas coming to you live.
And we’re getting back to basics today, baby.
That’s right, we’re gonna amp it up with a little
old school H-Double-I-T.
Ain’t that right, ladies?
We’re getting some high knees in.
Let’s get it.
Left-right, left-right, left-right.
Keep that energy up.
I wanna hear y’all, I wanna feel y’all!
Come on!
Bros, you’re in my livestream right now.
Yeah, we don’t mean to yuck your yum, but...
we got a few questions that outrank your glutes.
Detective Ellis, Metro PD.
Oh. The police, huh?
What’s the crisis here?
I’m just trying to give my followers
some new moves, all right?
Your followers are gonna have to sit this one out.
Hey, everyone!
Get your phones out and livestream this right now.
The cops are trying to silence fitness.
- Wow! - You’re making it worse
for yourself, Sheldon. Trust me.
I’m a citizen doing what I do.
I’ve got rights too, you know?
Yeah, so did Ridge Rogers.
Sheldon Shankman,
we’re placing you under arrest for suspicion of murder.
Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait! Ridge was murdered?
Put your hands behind your back right now.
I didn’t-I didn’t know Ridge was murdered.
- Now! - And I-and I didn’t do it!
I’m telling you, I didn’t do it.
I don’t-- yo! Put the phones away!
Respect my privacy!
-Respect my privacy, come on! -Come on.
We’re out.
Do you know what this is gonna do
to my follower drop off?
My reputation is on the line, and I didn’t even do anything!
We found the digital wallet receipt
for the 500 cockroaches you purchased online.
Fine. I planted them, but it was a prank.
It’s called cyber libel, and it comes with a fine,
and a prison sentence. Did you know that?
Okay, okay.
I just wanted to get to Ridge before he got to me.
What, because of your protein drinks?
Yes!
He was gonna tell everyone not to drink them.
But you are aware that your drinks contain heavy metal?
Which one was it?
AC/DC? Metallica? Iron Maiden?
Stop me when we get to the ’90s.
It’s just trace amounts.
Besides, it’s not like I made the drink.
That’s not how it works.
You pay the nerds at the lab,
they slap your label on it, and boom.
How’d you get into the gym after hours?
I knew Ridge stayed after closing,
so I just knocked on the door and told him that I needed
to clean out my locker and he let me in.
Then I dumped the roaches and took the video and I left.
But he was alive, okay?
So, you hated this guy so much that you dumped a bunch of
cockroaches in his gym and then you just left?
- Really? - I was pissed off.
My mom’s garage is filled with boxes of Atlas fuel
that I’ve poured my whole life savings into.
If all you’re trying to find is pissed off people,
you should try to find the guy that Ridge
went off on last month. -What guy?
I don’t know, they were fightin’ over some chick.
It sounded like the dude’s ex-wife.
I thought Ridge was gonna kill him.
All right, where’d you go after the gym?
I went to the diner on Fourth.
Really?
Yeah.
What’d you have to eat?
I had a kale and sprouts bowl.
Haven’t you lied enough today?
I had the Big Country Burger-licious
with extra cheese.
Fine!
-I had five of ’em. -Yeah.
Is my mom here to pick me up yet?
Apparently, Atlas was telling the truth.
The owner of the diner emailed us a receipt
and the timestamp places him there at the time of death.
Five burgers. Wow.
I just gained five pounds saying that.
That’s not a meal, that’s a cry for help.
So, Atlas isn’t our killer. What else you got?
Atlas said that Ridge got into some confrontation
with somebody at the gym.
So, we got an ID on him from Colin
and we’re gonna head there now and talk to him.
Okay, let me know.
Yes, sir.
Hello, gentlemen. I’m George.
- Hello, George. - Hi, George.
No need to say my name back.
I don’t run that kinda meeting.
Amen.
So, what kinda meeting is this, then?
You don’t know what meeting you signed up for?
Well, it’s this or bathroom mop up.
Fair enough. I won’t tell the guard.
You’re George Graham, ain’t you?
Yeah.
I got a buddy up in Vickerton Penitentiary.
He said you got him the best damn Philly cheesesteak
he ever had for his birthday.
Marlon!
-He’s a great guy. -Oh, yeah.
You were inside?
Up until a couple of months ago,
I was wearing a jumpsuit just like you guys.
What, you escape?
The best escape from these walls is
out early for good behaviour.
Look, the thing is, when I got out, I wasn’t ready.
I looked at my time inside as a waiting game.
I wait, get out, pick up where I left off, right?
Wrong.
Because where you left off no longer exists.
And the man who walked in this place,
he no longer exists either.
If I don’t exist, then who they got locked up in here?
Well, over the next couple of months,
we’re gonna figure that out.
Oh, man.
I don’t wanna do no group therapy crap.
Neither do I. Which is why...
We...
are gonna write.
Myself included.
Now, I don’t care what you write.
It could be a story from your childhood,
the lyrics to your favorite song.
Your granddad’s recipe for sticky ribs.
And what’s the point of this?
What’s your name?
Artie.
Well, hey, Artie.
How about you just give it a try, for me?
If we do it...
what’s in it for us?
All right, y’all come back here tomorrow,
I’ll not only bring more of the good coffee,
I’ll also bring you the best damn Philly cheesesteak
you ever tasted.
- Deal? - Oh, yeah.
Okay.
Now, they say the pen is mightier than the sword, so...
please try not to kill anybody with these.
Just write.
Yeah.
Ridge and me definitely had an argument.
Over what?
Julia. My ex-wife.
What was the problem?
Ridge had a thing for her, he was trying to control her.
What made you think that?
Julia became obsessed with going to the gym.
Sometimes twice a day.
I guess Ridge thought she had the hots for him.
Started calling her all the time.
She wanted him to lay off, but I know she didn’t know
how to tell him, so I went down there to have a friendly talk
and tell him to leave her alone.
I’m guessing it didn’t stay friendly very long?
He lost it on me as soon as I walked in.
Then he came to my house and smashed my car window.
Did you report that to the police?
No, man.
You see the size of that guy?
Okay, where were you last night between 10:00 and 2:00?
I work the night shift at the mall doing security.
You guys like soft pretzels?
I can get you as many as you want.
We’re good, thanks.
We will need your supervisor’s phone number
to confirm your alibi though.
Do you have cinnamon pretzels?
You bet.
After we confirm you’re not the killer, of course.
Thank you for your time.
Looks like they’re sending over a uni to check Otis’s alibi.
In the meantime, Julia’s been hittin’ up Ridge’s gym.
Now, if Ridge was harassing her,
why wouldn’t she just go somewhere else?
Right, so someone is lying to us.
We should talk to Julia.
Ugh, yikes.
She’s, like, an hour away from here.
But she’s super close to Yates and Simmons’
defensive driving course.
Okay, send them Julia’s address. They can go talk to her.
Already on it.
- What? - Yates says...
We’re doing donuts.
Police.
Donuts.
Get it?
Yeah, I get it, Max.
Whoa-whoa-whoa-ohhh!
♪ We came to collect ♪
♪ To all my people that connect ♪
♪ I said we came to collect ♪
♪ All the props and respect, hey yo we came to collect ♪
♪ To all my people that connect ♪
♪ I said we came to collect ♪
♪ Yo ♪
That drift was sick.
I think I’m about to be sick.
If you’re gonna be sick, puke away from the car.
You’re ridin’ shotgun from now on.
You’re riding shotgun from now on.
Whatever.
Hello?
Uh, hi.
Looking for a... a Hulia?
What are you doing?
What? She could be Spanish, we don’t know.
It’s Julia.
Okay.
Can I help you?
Yeah, I’m Detective Simmons, this is Detective Yates.
Can we ask you a few questions?
About what?
Uh, Ridge Rogers?
We have some questions about his relationship with...
Otis Altamira.
I-I don’t know anything about
his relationships with anyone.
Otis is my ex-husband.
Is it true?
Is what true?
Is Ridge...
Dead?
I’m afraid so.
Hello!
So, you did know Ridge Rogers.
I’m sorry, I-I can’t talk anymore.
But... we’re the cops.
I’d like you to leave.
If you have any other questions,
you’ll have to talk to my lawyer.
No, I don’t think so.
Hey! Stop that, that’s harassment.
Excuse me.
I say we take her in.
On what charge?
For being rude.
How many times I gotta tell you?
Being rude is not a crime.
-Well, it should be. -It isn’t.
Well, it should be.
It ain’t.
Simmons, wait.
What? What? What-what is it?
I’m sorry.
Yeah, don’t worry about it.
-Come on. -Huh?
Come on.
This is unnecessary.
-Really? -Nope.
Guess who’s riding shotgun now?
Ah... damn it!
So, Julia or Hulia...
or, you know, whatever her name is.
She definitely knows something about this case.
She wouldn’t answer the door.
Yeah, exactly.
Which, you know, means she’s definitely guilty
of something, I can tell.
How? You didn’t even see her face.
I didn’t need to see her face. It was her tone.
She did seem extra nervous as soon as she heard
we were cops, her back went up.
Yeah, and as soon as we mentioned Ridge’s name,
she went all lawyer on our butts.
Sounds like she’s hiding something.
It’s not like we can force her to talk to us.
Turn off the cameras in the interview room.
Give me a phone book and five minutes with her.
She’ll talk.
Okay, no more watching episodes of The Shield for you.
I know you’re right. You’re right!
It’s just the commish, you know? I...
I love him.
-Hey. -Hey!
- What? - Watch the road!
Would you shave your head for me?
It’s a simple question. Yes or no?
That means I can stop watching.
Hey, Julia’s a workout fanatic, right?
Yeah, that’s what her ex said.
I think I know how to get her to start talking.
Okay. Are you ready to feel... the... burn?
Whoo!
Step and squat and step and squat.
And bounce, two, three, four.
Step and squat and step and squat.
And bounce, two, three, four.
You. What’s your name?
-Rich. -What?
Rich!
Rich, why did you come to my class?
To get in shape?
Okay, well, when I say squat,
you get your cheeks onto the floor.
Okay? Show me what you got!
Whoo!
You. In the black.
-Julia. -Julia?
Perfect form. Keep it up.
You stop, you drop. Give me 20.
You! Give me 20!
Step and squat and step and squat.
And bounce, two, three, four.
Whoo!
Hey. Great class.
You really whipped our butts out there.
Give me a five star review and I’ll kick your butt anytime.
You got it.
Hey, Julia, you killed those V-steps.
Thanks.
I don’t think we officially met.
I’m Brianna, founder of Neon Motion.
Loved your class.
Look, girl, I don’t mean to pry,
but you’re giving super sad girl energy.
It’s because of Ridge, isn’t it?
You know what, how about we get outta here?
I’ll buy you a drink.
-Thank you. Thanks.
Yeah, I started coming here after I split with my ex.
I needed to change.
My-my habits, my eating, my body.
Ridge was so... kind and supportive.
Were you and Ridge...
No. What? No, not at all.
Ridge was like a big brother.
Otis, the... the ex, he started stalking me.
Said he was just being protective,
but it really creeped me out.
Ugh. Creepy exes are the worst.
Did you call the cops?
I mean, there was nothing to call about.
He just kept showing up everywhere I was.
Even the gym.
That’s when Ridge put the fear of God in him.
He kicked him out.
Then went to his house to tell him to leave me alone.
I haven’t seen Otis since.
Ridge was a solid friend.
He really was.
I met Ridge a year ago when I was trying to get
retro aerobics off the ground.
Because working out should be fun, right?
If it wasn’t for Ridge’s support...
Neon Motion wouldn’t even exist.
Right? He went out of his way to help me.
I told him if he ever needed anything, just ask.
And then a few weeks later, he was dead.
The cops came to my house to talk to me, but I...
I couldn’t do it. I was scared.
Scared of the cops? Why?
Because I’m the reason Ridge is dead.
Why would Julia think she’s responsible for Ridge’s death?
Because just a few days after Ridge helped her to get
Otis off her back,
he cashed in that favour.
He asked her to run a licence plate.
She works at a licence office.
It’s illegal for employees to do that.
She could lose her job.
Exactly. That’s why she was scared
to talk to Simmons and Yates.
Why’d Ridge ask her to run the plate?
He didn’t say.
He didn’t want to get her more involved.
Look, I think she’s afraid that whoever’s registered
to that plate might have something to do
- with Ridge’s death. - So, who’s this person?
Captain Dennis Thornwood.
He’s a commercial airline pilot. Lives one town over.
No priors. On paper he’s clean.
Everyone’s got their secrets.
If Ridge was trying to track this guy down,
maybe our captain isn’t as clean as he looks.
Try to get him on the phone.
You got it.
So, I might look like a big man.
But I’m just a baby. I’m a tiny, little baby.
And baby needs milky.
Uh, that was... e-enlightening.
Uh, maybe we should take a break?
Yeah.
That was the best cheesesteak I ever had.
Yeah, Vinnie is a genius when it comes to beef and buns.
- Coffee? - Yeah, please.
How you doing today, Artie?
Yeah, I’m okay. Your speech yesterday had me...
thinkin’ all night.
Just about life on the outside.
Guess I’ve been avoiding it.
And why is that?
Well, it’s just a tough family relationship.
I’m worried I’ll fall into the same messed up patterns
once I’m out.
You don’t have to.
Yeah, I know.
I guess I just have to tell them how I really feel.
Can’t avoid it forever. It’s family.
No. You can’t avoid it forever.
-Thanks. -Yeah.
I don’t know this Ridge. I-I’m not really a gym guy.
Bit of a homebody, to be honest. When I’m home, I’m home.
Were you home the night before last?
Uh, no, I’ve been in the air the past week-and-a-half.
I’ll be back tomorrow. Looking forward to it.
Uh, one last question.
Does anyone else drive your car?
Well, my wife drives it occasionally.
I can give you her number, but...
she travels a lot for work, too.
She’s actually at a conference right now,
and, uh, I don’t think she’s ever set foot in a gym.
Don’t tell her I said that.
Attention all crew for flight 117 to New York.
Oh. That’s me, I gotta go.
This plane won’t fly itself.
Well, technically it will, but...
I still have to be there.
Thank you.
So, what do you think?
Well, I think we should check out his alibi
and confirm with his wife, but beyond that,
I don’t really see any connection to Ridge.
You think they got into a fender bender
and Mr. Squeaky Clean pulled a hit and run?
Maybe.
Or maybe the Captain is lying.
Well, whatever it is, I think it’s gonna be
a late night, so we should probably order some food.
Oh, I’ll do it. I don’t trust you,
Mr. I wake up at 5:00 AM to jog like a psychopath.
I worked out today. I deserve something good.
You watched people work out today.
And I burned a ton of sympathy calories doing it.
Now, where are the menus?
Sympathy calories.
If you’re looking for your salad,
there’s lettuce on the burger.
No, I’ve had salads all week. I’m looking for the ketchup.
Oh, here. I know you like pickles.
And you can have my tomato.
Thank you. Oh! Here’s your ketchup.
And your mustard.
Thanks.
Okay, so those are the dates that Dennis
was flying over the past two months.
Yeah, Captain Dennis was definitely out of town
the night Ridge was murdered.
As was his wife, Amelia Ashcroft, so...
what are we missing here?
Wait.
What, heartburn?
No. Well, kinda, but...
No, remember Ridge’s notebook?
He had a list of dates written down in the back.
All the remaining dates are the same ones
that Ridge wrote down.
The same dates that Captain Dennis said he was home.
Ridge was tracking when Dennis was home.
So, Ridge did know him.
Looks like Captain Dennis’ story
just hit some major turbulence.
Julia asks Ridge for help with a problem.
Getting her ex off her back.
And Ridge is more than happy to help her out.
So, she tells Ridge if he ever needs anything, just ask.
So, Ridge calls in a favour and asks Julia
to look up a licence plate.
Which leads him to our pilot, Captain Dennis.
Ridge starts tracking the Captain’s movement,
and the dates in the notebook are when
Captain Dennis is in town.
Okay, but why would Ridge care?
That’s what we’re trying to figure out.
Any luck getting in touch with the Captain’s wife?
Ugh, we sent her a bunch of voicemails.
Simmons will keep trying, but,
apparently she’s at some conference.
We’re gonna head to the gym
to talk to Ridge’s business partner.
See if we can figure out why Ridge’s so obsessed
with this captain’s schedule.
Keep me posted.
-Hi. -Hi.
Max is at work,
and Ricky is at his tailor’s getting his jodhpurs altered.
He swears they’re coming back.
Well, he was right about plaid.
But, uh... I’m here to see you.
Oh, uh...
well, I was just thinking over the heist
and jotting a few things down.
You wanna join?
I didn’t come here to talk about the heist.
I came here to talk to you.
Nope, can’t say I’ve ever seen this guy in my life.
Who is he?
It’s a person of interest right now.
That’s all I’m at liberty to say.
Hey, was Ridge planning on taking a trip?
You must be kidding.
Anyone who owns their own business knows
there’s no such thing as a vacation.
Uh... I mean, you’re not joking.
Personal training session. Marketing photoshoots.
Product design meetings.
I’m exhausted just looking at your calendar.
Hey, Colin, what are these,
uh, little hearts mean right there?
Oh, that’s my wife’s schedule.
Uh, she travels a lot for work and...
well, those are the days she takes my heart away.
She just left for a conference today.
The dates Amy is away, and the dates Ridge
marked in his notebook, they’re the same.
Yeah, they’re also the exact same dates
that Captain Dennis said he was home.
So, how the hell are these three things related?
I still haven’t been able to get a hold of
Captain Dennis’s wife.
Oh, no.
Yeah, I asked the tech guys to see if they could trace
her cell phone’s locations history.
Let’s see where she’s been.
Oh, yeah!
Ooh...
Yates, you gotta see this.
Eat my dust, suckers!
Are you playing video games right now?
What?
No.
I’m at work, of course not.
It’s the department’s defensive driving simulator.
I’m on the Autobahn.
-It’s pretty cool. -Company hours.
Un- unbelievable.
Simmons, did you get anything?
Yeah, I still haven’t been able to get a hold of
Captain Dennis’s wife, but we were able to
trace her cell phone’s location history.
And I’m texting you her whereabouts
over the last few weeks now.
You’re gonna wanna take a look at this.
Whoa.
What is it?
Uh, Simmons, are you sure this is Captain Dennis’s wife?
Oh, I’m sure.
And she’s at home with the Captain right now.
- Okay, we’re on it. - What do you mean we’re on it?
We’re on what?
You’re gonna go up there and turn.
We’re about to pay the Captain a little visit.
You are not gonna believe this one.
Detective.
I wasn’t expecting you.
Is there something I can help you with?
Actually, we were hoping to speak to your wife.
Is she home?
Yeah, she just got in this afternoon.
-Amelia? -Yeah?
Can you come to the door?
Sure.
What’s up?
Deer, meet headlights.
What’s this all about?
I’m sorry for everything you’re about to hear, Dennis,
but it’s Band-Aid ripping time.
Amy, we need to see your phone.
Amy? Who’s Amy?
Patience, Captain.
All will be revealed.
Amy. Your phone.
I don’t feel comfortable giving you my phone
without a search warrant.
Oh! Found it!
It’s me calling.
Pardon me.
My bad.
I was looking for your other phone.
You have two phones?
Seriously, Amelia, why do you have two phones?
Well, you need two phones
when you have two husbands.
Two husbands? What do you mean?
Please save your questions ’til the end, Dennis.
This is only the first Band-Aid.
Amy, why don’t you take us
through your alibi one more time?
You know, the double bill at the movie theatre.
What do you mean?
Did anything interesting happen?
Yeah. Frankenstein’s monster made a friend,
and then he killed her.
Amelia, what are they talking about?
Amy, or Amelia, says she was at the movie theatre
the night Ridge Rogers was murdered.
I was.
And I still have the ticket if you need to see it.
No need.
The ushers remember you, actually.
You spilled your popcorn all over them on the way in,
and you thanked them profusely on the way out.
You thanked them loudly, too.
You wanted them to remember you.
But you were playing out your own little version
of Jekyll and Hyde, weren’t you?
What’s that supposed to mean?
Here comes the second Band-Aid.
You weren’t at the movie theatre.
You were at the gym, killing Ridge Rogers.
What?
Remember, please, save your questions ’til the end.
You left this phone in the movie theatre.
You wanted to make sure that nobody could trace you back
to the scene of the murder.
After you killed Ridge, you went back to the theatre,
grabbed your phone, finished watching the movie.
Now, what you didn’t anticipate is that we’d find out
about your secret other life and your secret other phone.
Which, unfortunately, does place you
at the scene of the murder at that time.
You killed someone?
Why?
You can definitely ask that question.
Once Ridge found out about Amy’s two marriages,
her double life, he confronted her about it.
And that’s when she decided to kill him to keep her secret.
Amelia Ashcroft.
And/or Amy Thornwood.
You’re under arrest for the murder of Ridge Rogers.
Put your hands behind your back.
I hear the unis are bringing in our killer.
Good work.
How did Ridge find out about Amy’s secret?
It was completely by chance.
Ridge saw Amy driving a car he didn’t recognize
when she was supposed to be outta town.
So, he had his friend, the aerobics queen,
run the plates, which led him to the pilot’s house.
And that’s when he realized that not only was
Amy living a double life, she was legally married
to two different people.
So, why didn’t Ridge tell Colin about this?
He warned Amy he was going to if she didn’t come clean.
So, Amy went to the gym
after hours and promised Ridge that she would
tell Colin the truth.
She pretended to leave, doubled back, and killed Ridge.
But why marry both men?
Well, because she said she loved them both equally.
They were different. Both gave her what she needs.
She just couldn’t decide between them.
So by choosing both, she chose neither.
Okay, I look forward to your report.
I guess I’m gonna go home.
Max, you’re officially a consultant now.
- You can help with this report. -Yeah.
No, I don’t wanna overstep my boundaries.
You’re not. Get helping.
You’re the one who wanted a badge.
Yeah, well, I didn’t realize it came with paperwork.
You must’ve missed that in the, uh, fine print.
Mmm...
You’ve always been such a good man, George.
I-I know there’s a lot you wanna say to me,
so please, just... say it.
I’m so angry at you, Viv.
- I know. - No, you don’t.
You don’t understand what it was like when you died.
I didn’t think I could keep going.
If it hadn’t been for Max--
Look, I understand why you made the choice you did.
-I can see the logic. -But?
But I never could’ve done that.
I would’ve moved heaven and earth to stay with you and Max.
I know you would’ve, and if I had come to you
with the truth, you would’ve said...
"Don’t worry, we’ll all get through this together."
So why the hell did you leave us?!
Because staying would’ve gotten you and our daughter killed.
Case in point, look at where we are now.
He found me and now all of your lives are in danger.
All that proves is that
we didn’t have to waste the last 15 years being apart.
I am so, so sorry.
I don’t think I can go back to the way things were.
I know.
And I’m not... asking you to.
But I do wanna move forward, George.
I want to know you again.
I wanna get to know our daughter
who grew up without me.
Isn’t there a way we can make that happen?
I guess time will tell.
Night, Viv.
Bodybuilding, bigamy, all in a day’s work.
All that paperwork has got me a little peckish.
You wanna grab some burgers?
We just had burgers.
I know, but once you get a taste,
don’t you want more?
True. But, uh, like I said earlier,
you know, Jess and I have been trying to eat healthier.
- Like salad? - Yeah, like salads.
Okay, so, burger or a salad?
What’ll it be?
Oh... uh... Uh... it’s Jessica.
She’s making fish.
Guess you don’t have to decide after all.
Can I at least give you a ride?
No, I’m-I’m good. You can head home.
Have a good night.
You too.
Hey.
You, uh... you busy?
Nope.
Remember that Mustang in lockup?
Uh, okay, Yates. That’s enough.
You can drive with your hands!
Yates!
Hello?
Cole Ellis?
Yes.
Well, you don’t know me, but I think it’s time we met.
Welcome aboard to Fly Air Ricky.
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Okay, okay. That dial is moving, probably.
Fine.
A little green light, a little red light.
Never panic at Christmas colours.
Here at Fly Air Ricky we pride ourselves
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Please take a moment to admire at how not dead we are.
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And enjoy the rest of your flight.
Oh, god. Oh, god.