Beauty and the Beast

Wow, dollar Lemon Drops,

and all of Westchester shows up.

Yeah, never underestimate the power of cheap booze.

And a hot, new, Ivy-educated bartender.

You want me to close for you.

No! (chuckling): Yes!

Okay, maybe a little bit. Go.

All I have waiting for me are LSAT practice tests.

You're the best! Your fortune, Dolly.

Thank you. Now, I am totally gonna

hire you if I ever get arrested.

Or divorced.

Mm. Bye.

: Bye.

Aah!

What? No.

Ugh.

Hello.

: Hi, Mom.

I'm like AAA but with outerwear.

Would you put that on? It's freezing out.

I'm so sorry I dragged you all the way out here,

but the good news is I made a lot in tips.

Enough to cover tuition?

Eh. Books for, like,

: one class.

Already a lawyer like Dad.

You're just lucky I was on call.

He would've killed you.

That wasn't luck.

You always come running when I need you.

What are these guys doing?

Hey! We're closed!

Hello, we're closed!

We're good here!

Get in my car.

Get in my car. Get in my car!

Now! Go!

Mom.

Mom.

: Please, please, please.

Please.

Please, please.

(sirens continue wailing in distance)

Everyone told me it was a wild animal...

A coyote, a bear.

That this thing I thought I'd seen

was just the result of my concussion

or post-traumatic stress.

You know, the men who'd killed my mother were beasts.

I believed them...

until now.

Hey, Detective, what you doing?

Just give me five.

Zeke!

Hey. Sorry. Ooh!

Um,

you know my boss hates his wife,

which means he never wants to leave work,

which means I don't get to... Which means you didn't get my text.

What?

At first your job was kind of a turn on.

Now it's kind of a drag. Like tonight,

if I want to smoke pot... Look, you can smoke pot.

I don't care. Hey!

Z-babe!

"Z-babe"?

Sorry, Cat.

It's just been stressing me out.

Really? That's what you texted me?

We got to bust.

You know what, Z-babe?

This wasn't working for me either.

Security!

That guy's got pot on him.

Guys...

Chandler.

You should've tased him.

"Kind of a turn on."

So what, he was in it just for handcuffs?

Don't guys know they just remind us of work?

Tess, he didn't ask for the cuffs.

You have a blind spot for douches.

See, when I date a douche, I know he's a douche, which is

why I'm on a man cleanse. Good, 'cause you

can be my date to my dad's engagement party.

Special Crimes.

911 got a call off her cell at 8:32 tonight.

No recording.

Blunt trauma to the head.

No wallet,

no ID, no hotel key.

Robbery homicide? And leave behind

a Louis Vuitton? You know how much these things cost?

No, and not every robber knows their Louis Vuitton.

I knew it was a Louis.

Regardless, it's a pretty public

place to rob and kill someone. And this is a five-star hotel.

Okay. Then can we get some five-star service?

Maybe take a look at some security footage?

Yeah? Oh, great.

An injured woman walks into a hotel,

no one even blinks.

You got to love New York.

So where is our bad guy? That we don't know,

but we did ID the vic

off cell records... Ashley Webster.

Not a hotel guest.

Hey, boss. Google says she's executive editor

at Couture Bleu Magazine.

She have a husband? Boyfriend?

Lesbian lover? Yeah, husband... Alex Webster. Big fashion photographer.

They're, like, a Page Six power couple.

So, where is Mr. Powerful now? Haven't been able to track him down.

But CSU did lift prints off a button.

Hey.

Get me the results. Right.

AFIS got a hit,

and it's not the husband.

Guy's name is Vincent Keller.

What are his priors?

None. Looks like he's military.

He's dead. Specialist Vincent Keller, MD,

New York City. Killed in Afghanistan

by enemy fire, 2002.

The rest is redacted.

So, how do a dead guy's prints

end up on a fashion editor's buttons?

I would say talk to his family, but look,

next of kin, they've all passed, too.

MD. He was a doctor.

Here.

ER resident, St. Benjamin's. '99 to 2001.

Okay. Let's find some colleagues.

See if they know something.

TESS (distantly): Cat?

Cat?

: Hospital?

Yes. Let's do it.

Dr. Keller.

'Course I remember him.

Most of these residents come in cocky,

thinking they know everything.

Keller wasn't like that.

You know he lost his brothers in the towers?

No, we didn't.

Yeah, he was here that day.

Kept waiting for 'em to be brought in.

Never came to work after that.

That's why he enlisted.

So, you haven't seen him since?

For detectives, you two don't know very much.

No, we know he's supposedly dead.

Supposedly? There's a plaque in the lobby with his name on it.

You remember anyone he hung out with,

someone he would've reached out to?

Keller wasn't exactly social,

but he did have a roommate.

"JT Forbes, medical researcher."

This is where he lives... A chemical plant?

Researcher... maybe he works from home?

Yeah, or it's a meth lab. Just my type.

Oh, a little Zeke rebound?

You can make out in that.

This'll be condos in two years.

Guy needs a new decorator.

JT Forbes?

NYPD.

Mr. Forbes, open up.

(rock music playing in background)

JT Forbes?

I'm Detective Chandler.

This is Detective Vargas.

Uh, this isn't about that speeding ticket, is it?

'Cause I'm gonna pay.

No, we're here to talk to you

about a former roommate, Vincent Keller?

Vincent Keller?

Vincent Keller.

It sucks, you know? What happened.

So young.

So, I'm assuming you haven't heard from him recently?

Like voices or...? No, like him.

His fingerprints just showed up at a crime scene.

Oof. Sounds like you need new fingerprint guys.

Or is there any reason Mr. Keller might want people

to think he's dead? Maybe he was in trouble...