Murder in a Small Town

How's Winona doing?

Should we call the doc?

I'm worried, alright?

I don't like the thought of her suffering.

Oh, you gotta be kidding.

Nena, you know the drill.

The man cave is off limits.

I gotta go.

Oh, boy.

Ow!

Ugh!

He- help...

...me.

No.

No.

No.

Your first exhibition. This is big, kid.

I just hope Steph could make it.

Well, I'll video it.

Oh, no thank you. I'm still getting over

your gushing color commentary on my soccer videos.

I'm your dad. I'm supposed to gush.

You ready to set up?

Hi.

Hi.

Awkward.

I'm going to take a minute to get a sense of the space.

Maybe you could talk amongst yourselves.

What'd you tell her?

She read the room.

See, when I looked into what happened in Sacramento--

You were trying to protect me, I know.

And if I can't do that...

I promised her I'd help set up.

Sid.

Where?

Hey Sid. Good to see you on your feet.

Forget college, tell your kids scrap metal.

That's where the money is.

Vic's inside. Doug Bodanski.

Bodanski Scrap Yards.

That's Jolie Zorn, the housekeeper.

That's Nena Bodanski, the wife.

So, Jolie arrives at 8:00 a.m.

finds Doug at the bottom of the stairs.

That's his bedroom up there.

She screams, wakes the wife, Nena,

whose bedroom is over here.

She comes out, calls 911.

Told us she heard nothing through the night.

Let's bring them to the station.

I'll talk to them there.

Okay. I'm gonna check with forensics first.

Looks like a fatal tumble.

Man, I'm not surprised

with all the empty beer bottles by the sink.

But that doesn't account for the petechial hemorrhaging.

Check his feet.

Right foot.

Some scrapes and abrasions from the fall.

Left foot, linear abrasion

across his instep.

There was a tripwire here.

It was removed after he fell.

Killer stayed to watch.

And when the fall didn't finish him...

He was suffocated.

Boss...

forensics found the vic's phone under the couch.

Best guess is that he dropped it when he fell.

Chief...

I am so sorry, I had some car trouble.

Sid, bring her up to speed.

- He's mad--- - Vic's phone.

get it to digital forensics, tell them to put a rush on it.

We need to know who he was talking to.

Okay, so they're both mad.

You and Doug, you were married for how long?

We were married for 12 years, which was 13 years too long.

Doug never wanted a wife.

He wanted a trophy.

So why stay?

It wasn't in my best interests to leave him.

The prenup?

Doug was the king of crap...

except when it came to attorneys.

You were in the house

when Doug died and you didn't hear anything.

Sound asleep.

A couple of whiskeys and a Zolpidem around 10 p.m.

Can anyone confirm this?

A blood test.

Bodanski Scrap Yards,

the website lists Doug as sole owner.

Who gets the company now?

Ah.

I very much doubt it's me.

He started it with his sister, Wendy.

Where is Wendy now?

Couldn't tell you.

The two of them had a big fight years ago

when she split from the business.

I haven't talked to her in forever.

Was he a kind man?

He was rough around the edges, but generous.

He volunteered at a horse rescue.

Broke my heart to see how sad he'd become.

Sad? How so?

Like he was...

I don't know, pining for someone.

It's one of those things that's obvious to me.

I'm a Scorpio.

Pining for who? Do you know?

No. Sorry.

Uh, you could try talking to his last housekeeper.

She was with them for years. A woman by the name of...

Mary something?

No, wait.

Maeve.

Maeve.

Doug Bodanski has a sister, Wendy.

Let's find out where she was last night.

Let's track down Doug's former housekeeper.

First name, Maeve.

Anything from forensics on Doug's phone?

I'll check the phone.

Why don't you talk to Nena about the housekeeper?

On it, Sarge.

Uh, I found a place called Equus Coast Horse Sanctuary.

But they wouldn't disclose names of their volunteers.

I'll head over.

Okay.

How worried are you?

Jackson?

Fairly.

Very.

Oh, my god, you look like crap.

Thank you. My car keys.

Are you sure?

I'm not a child!

Hey!

Look, I- I care about you as a friend, okay?

And last night-- -Hey--

I can't- I can't do this right now.

Hello?

Anybody there?

Help you?

Karl Alberg, Gibsons Police.

I'm here about a Will Raker.

I understand he runs the sanctuary?

You'll be waiting a while. Will's in town.

He's shaking the donation bucket.

I'm Ella Perini, the vet.

Well, I'm here about one of Will's volunteers,

Doug Bodanski. Do you know him?

Uh, I-- I wouldn't call Doug a volunteer.

He's more like a highly opinionated donor.

Will would call him a pain in the ass.

What- what's he done now?

I'm afraid Mr. Bodanski died last night.

Oh... Oh, my god.

Poor Will.

Were Will and Doug good friends?

Um...

Uh, yeah. He's, uh... he's Doug's brother.

His only sibling.

They started the scrapyard together.

His brother?

Nena said Doug had a sister.

Yes, Nena's a bigot. He's Will now.

What happened?

Well, we're investigating.

Will you have Will give me a call?

Of course.

Thanks.

O'Hara. Maeve O'Hara.

She was Doug's housekeeper when we met.

I'd have fired her years ago, but Doug loved his strays.

Why did she quit?

No idea.

Doug blamed me, of course.

Did you ever suspect Doug and Miss O'Hara of...

having...

You know.

Maeve?

Well, she had a daughter, so we know she had sex once.

Are they going to be done soon?

I need an address for Maeve O'Hara.

That is M-A-E

V-E...

I'll call you back.

Enchanter's Nightshade.

Jackson thinks these

are the same flowers that were in Holly's photos.

They are.

All this started with Lauren's memorial.

The creeper has left Enchanter's Nightshade there

every month for 25 years. It's local legend.

And the flower symbolizes vengeance?

Mmhmm.