Unforgettable

All right, you're going

to need to add more pumice to the dryer to scuff these up.

Are you listening to me?

Otherwise, they will not look real.

Any 7-Eleven clerk will know these are phony.

Maybe I should test the magnetic ink levels.

Yeah, maybe you should make yourself useful.

They have...

Caught this guy trying to crash the party.

What should we do with him?

_

You just picked that card.

Could you be more dumb?

The blueberry's over here.

- Ow! - Bad Carrie.

Hey. I have a perfect memory.

Why not use it to help a little girl?

Her brother is picking on her.

Joan of Arc, Marie Curie, Florence Nightingale...

they were all tormented younger sisters

and they all turned out fine.

- Fine? - Mm-hmm.

Burned at the stake,

radium poisoning, influenza...

Not so fine.

Are you ovulating?

- What? - Well, I'm just asking

because sometimes an increased estrogen surge

can create a heightened maternal impulse.

Okay. I'm not ovulating

and I'm not... maternal.

Okay.

Bet Al wants kids.

Okay, what are you talking about?

What, what?

I'm just trying to figure out

why you and Al are not together.

Why are we having this bizarre conversation?

Yeah, okay... (mumbling)

What are you... what are you doing?

That's my manure shovel.

You know, every time

you and Al are in the same room together,

I need a cold shower.

- (phone buzzes) - Oh.

Speak of the devil.

Hi, Al.

Okay. I'm on my way.

Bye.

Something's going on with Jay.

Nice.

- I'm not ovulating. Hmph.

Sorry for dragging you into this.

- My sister's ex-husband is missing. - Since when?

Last night.

Evan didn't show for his custody visitation.

You're an uncle?

They share custody of a dog. A Pomeranian.

I'm sorry. Come again?

Look, I know it sounds ridiculous,

but Natalie's a CPA, super levelheaded.

I've never seen her freak like this.

I just want her to know

that we're all there for her.

I pinged, uh, Evan's cell phone to the Carlton Hotel.

I'm sure it's nothing.

I'll go find Natalie.

You brought me all the way down here

to use my overtaxed superpowers

because of a dog?

- Man. - Whatever.

You owe me.

Aw...

Here's a recent picture of Evan.

Thank you so much for helping.

I know this seems insane,

but I'm positive there's something wrong.

He has never missed a custody visitation.

If it's important to you and your brother,

it's important to us.

Look, Nat,

you divorced Evan for a reason.

I mean, the guy's a pretty flaky guy.

He's a musician, so, yes,

but two things he never screws up on:

arriving on time for his gigs,

and visiting Derek Jeter.

Derek... Jeter?

Jeter's the Pomeranian.

Of course he is.

Evan's in room 2424.

Okay, let's go.

The divorce was really rough on Evan,

so he's kind of undergone

- a personal makeover recently. I have your bags here, sir.

Uh, sir?

He took a day job...

Room 14.

... driving a truck.

I think he's...

working really hard to win me back.

Understandable.

Getting his act together.

Can't play in a band forever.

: This is gonna get awkward

when we barge in on Evan with another woman.

: Or another Pomeranian.

Jay, keep her out of here.

: No!

- (screaming) This is Lieutenant Burns.

I need CSU on site

here at the Carlton Hotel.

We have a gunshot victim, DOA.

No!

Single gunshot wound in the back.

The body's still warm.

CSU thinks this happened in the last hour or so.

And no wallet, no keys.

- (sniffs) - Are you sniffing?

This lingerie has not been worn,

which is strange.

Not as strange as you sniffing panties.

What's it doing here?

All of this feels staged.

Hey.

Evan registered for the room this morning.

Paid for it with his credit card.

Well, guy checks into a hotel

at that time for one reason.

Anyone see him with a woman?

No, but this is a busy hotel.

It's a perfect place for a nooner.

So maybe a prostitute robs Evan,

something goes sideways,

she shoots him, flees the scene.

Simple robbery homicide.

Or not so simple.

Evan and I were divorced,

so he was free to do whatever he wanted to,

but him being here makes no sense.

I know this is hard,

but can you think of any other reason

why he would be registered

in this room this morning?

I know what this looks like.

But... Evan was a musician,

he liked girls,

girls liked him back.

He didn't need to pay anyone.

He barely had any money.

The truck driving job only covered his rent and food.

Evan was wearing a, uh, lanyard

with an ID in it in the photo

- that you showed me. - Yeah, he always wore it.

Always?

Yeah. I know this is gonna sound really weird,

but... I gave him

the lanyard to wear around his neck

so he wouldn't flake out

and forget his work ID. (Sniffs)

And he told me he'd wear it everywhere,

just to prove to me how responsible he was,

so I would take him back.

Hey.

Oh, hi. How's Jay doing?

Okay, given the circumstances.

How, uh, how's your leg holding up?

So far so good.

I never thought the plow pose would injure me.

I never thought of you as a "namaste" kind of girl.

Andre and I ended up in the bedroom,

and everyone knows the plow pose enhances...

All right, you know what?

I don't need that... visual.

Okay...

All right.

Now, the ballistics guys

are doing more tests,

but the bullet is, to say the least, unusual.

It's a caliber unique to an Indonesian assault pistol.

There was a take-out bag with an Indonesian flag on it

right outside of Evan's hotel room.

There's got to be a connection.

The... Indonesian flag?

That memory... it's in there?

Mrs. Furst's third-grade classroom.

Right above Emily Hubley's desk.

Flags of the world poster.

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, okay.

Half orange, half yellow,

white dragon?

Bhutan.

- Oh, why do I even try? - Sorry.

Okay.

Here's the gun,

a Pindad PS-01.

That is an armor-piercing bullet.

- Mm-hmm. - I mean, even I couldn't get my hands

- on one of those if I wanted to. - Well, ballistics guys say