Motive

You gotta be kidding.

I'd be an idiot to take this deal.

Final offer.

It's not an offer, it's rape.

I'm doing you a favor.

Ah, to hell with you!

Gentlemen... To hell with both of you.

How dare you talk to us like that?

We pay your salary.

No, I'm a mediator, not a babysitter.

This deal could have saved both your companies.

You, you don't even have enough money to finish this building.

But you know what, I am... I am beyond caring.

By this time next week you'll both be bankrupt

and you'll be somebody else's headache.

I am done.

Good luck to you both, gentlemen.

The audit?

No, I'm taking a bath on this.

Damn you.

Hey, counselor jackass!

Alright, we'll do it your way!

Why are you up and about?

Oh, I got bored.

Wanted to give my new knee a test drive.

Do you want me to bring these by later today?

No, no, no, I'm fine. Okay, thank you.

Are you sure?

If you're going to nag me, you'll have to marry me.

Just lost his wife last year.

Poor guy lives all alone now.

It has its moments.

Except for the microwave pizza.

I'm kind of new to the neighborhood.

You ever try that Italian place over on third for dinner?

I'm usually home nights.

I've got to help my daughter with her homework.

Oh.

Okay, sure.

Will that be everything?

Uh... Lottery ticket.

$5.00 more for the mega bonus?

Why not? It'll keep the others in my car company.

That'll be $16.35, please.

Whew.

Hey.

Didn't you wear that suit yesterday?

That's an astute observation, detective.

You didn't go home?

Why are you so fresh at 4:00 A.M.?

'Cause I know how to apply eyeliner and drive at the same time.

What do we got?

We have a 42-year-old male.

Shawn Mitchell.

Stab wound in the abdomen.

They said the wife took a sleeping pill,

woke up to the sound of breaking glass,

came downstairs to find her husband dead.

Empty spot in the knife rack.

We're still looking.

We found a strip of torn leather that snagged on that back door.

Jacket?

No, looked like a piece of glove.

So no prints. Perfect.

You notice the scratches on the door?

Yeah, somebody jimmied their way in.

This party must have made quite a racket.

Well, the noise woke the wife up.

She's in the other room.

Bit of a mess right now.

What?

I know that tone of face.

What?

Nothing was stolen, except her purse.

TV, stereo, Rolex, all present and accounted for.

That's a hell of a lot of effort to go to to steal a purse containing...

$32, some credit cards and a cell phone.

Cell phone?

Yeah, we'll put a trace on that.

And by "we," I mean... Oh, right.

Uh, I'm on it.

Great.

Just when I thought I was going to get a full night's sleep.

Aw, what happened to the fireman?

All spark and no flame.

That's too bad.

Got a prelim cause of death for you-- one stab wound.

Judging by the amount of blood in the kitchen,

I'm guessing the blade nicked an artery.

I'll know more later, but the angle and depth of the wound

could indicate a weak blow.

A woman?

Mm.

Hey!

We got a tracker on the phone.

Let's go.

Police! Freeze!

Finders keepers.

Amy!

Do you know what time it is?

Where were you, mommy?

You go back to bed.

I had to go pee.

I looked in your room and you were gone.

Mommy had to run a quick errand.

I got scared.

I was gonna call dad.

I told you not to call your father without my permission.

I'm sorry.

Mommy's sorry.

I'm just tired.

Bitch.

Not much hope for forensics now.

Wife's phone, wallet, including cash and credit cards.

Some thief.

Why kill for a purse and then dump it?

I don't know, panic?

No, you don't believe that any more than I do.

I don't.

Bitch.

Yeah, I heard you the first time.

- Where'd you get this? - Found it.

Where?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Sweetie, I know how this works.

You piss me off, so I haul you in, then you get a warm place

to crash for the night.

Hey!

20 bucks.

10.

My kid cleaned me out.

Take it or leave it.

Okay.

You owe me the rest.

Deal.

Bastard.

Get away from her.

Go easy.

Sweetie, go play in the living room.

Where's Mrs. Rinehart?

She fell down.

She fainted.

Low blood sugar.

Luckily, Amy called 911.

Baby, I'm so sorry.

Why didn't you call me?

I did.

Still forgetting to your charge phone?

You leave our daughter home alone with a complete stranger--

She's a neighbor.

Yeah, what if something more serious had happened--

You're not a part of our life anymore.

That was your decision.

Right, well, I divorced you, not her.

Hey, you can barely make ends meet here.

I'm just trying to help.

I don't want it, and I don't need it.

Then we'll continue talking through the lawyer.

I love you, honey.

Good night, dad.

There.

There's where I found the bag.

Did you see who tossed it?

Nah.

These are wheelchair tracks in the mud.

Yeah... And these.

You see that?

Yeah. There's tire marks.

They're shallow.

I don't know, bald tires?

Let's see if we can get an impression.

Rusty scratches on the back door.

Forensics say it was probably cracked with a crowbar.

That's textbook B&E.

Yeah, so why leave this, then?

I could pay three months rent with that watch.

Maybe the killer freaked after the murder.

Might've heard the wife approaching.

Yeah, let's see if she's in any shape to talk yet.

The CSI guys will be leaving shortly.

We're sorry for your loss.

Shawn... was a good man.

I'm sure he was.

This was a thief, or a... A robber.

If Shawn hadn't come downstairs, then-- it was just odd

that nothing was stolen except the purse.

Did anyone have a grudge against Shawn?

No.

No. No one would ever-- but somebody did.

I'm so sorry to do this to you, but we need to work fast.

So you came downstairs, you found Shawn.

Did you hear anything after that?

There was a sound, um... a-a lawn mower?

At 3:00 A.M.?

Muffler? Old car, maybe?

And through the front window, there was a red light.

One red light?

Moving away, and then it was just... gone.

I'm sorry, that's all I can remember.

Hey, what did you find out?