Angie Tribeca

Excuse me?

Oh, that's right. The moment a woman turns 30,

they throw a cloak of invisibility over her.

Trust me, there's not a man on this earth

who would find you invisible.

Well, aren't you a sweetheart?

Mm.

I'll have a vodka gimlet and...

Shirley Temple. Make that a double.

You got it.

Gillian Kayhill. Nice to meet you.

Emerson Lake-Palmer.

Don't I know you from somewhere,

Mrs. Kayhill? It's Miss.

And I'm sure I'd recall meeting such a handsome young man,

unless I ran through one of your dreams?

Oh.

Nuts?

I'm afraid I'm allergic.

But you go right ahead.

Open up.

Oh!

Here's to new friends.

Why don't we order another round

and I'll show you how many times 26 goes into 50?

So, it only goes in once,

then you're left with 24 as the remainder.

So then you have 24 over 26,

which reduces to 12 over 13.

And 13 can't be reduced 'cause it's prime.

Exactly.

Now, why don't we do something

about that lump in your pocket?

There's just no good place to keep it.

Oh.

Wow.

That's better.

Mmm!

Something's trying to get out of your pants.

Oh.

My cock.

Oh.

Time to wake up, sleepyhead.

Sleepyhead?

Sleepyhead?!

Sleepyhead!

As discussed, our docket is free for the next two weeks,

so I'm sending the entire team for some much needed R and R.

I myself will be heading into the Himalaya,

where my parasite has family.

See you in two weeks.

No one's going anywhere.

There's a major breaking scandal in the U.S. Government.

I need the S.D.F. to deal with it immediately.

Is there any way it could wait, Mr. Vice President?

The team's exhausted, and I don't know how

this figures into it, but I don't want to.

The only thing that can wait is not this.

It's fine.

We'll take down whoever's responsible, lock 'em up,

and then we'll go on our break.

Who said anything about taking anyone down?

I need you to cover it up.

Bury it, smother it, sweep it so deep under the rug

you don't find it till you move.

I didn't realize we were in the business

of covering up scandals.

You're in the business of whatever business

I say you're in.

Now, this is the situation.

A member of the Cabinet has had

an extra-marital affair with a young member

of my staff.

Long story short, dead.

You gotta be kidding me.

We're all trained killers here.

I killed a guy today.

Now, we're mopping up after a booty call gone wrong?

He's not telling us everything.

Look at his body language.

She was a friend, okay?

Gillian Kayhill.

Secretary of the Interior Gillian Kayhill?

She's a good woman that made a mistake.

That explanation should be enough to satisfy everyone.

Sir, I really must...

I know you really must, Tribeca,

but we serve at the pleasure of the Vice President.

And I find this extremely pleasurable.

Now, make this go away, or I'll make you go away.

Now, this is a case... Wait, wait, wait.

You had an absolutely sick ending line.

I would leave it there.

Mm-hmm.

Room service!

Over there is fine.

Rule number one...

Don't open this door for anybody.

Thank God you're here.

I've been going out of my mind.

Pritikin...

Gillian.

It's good to see you.

The years have been kind to you.

I'm dying. You'd never know.

We're gonna take care of this.

But first things first...

I need you to tell me what happened.

Everything.

Omit no details.

I got downstairs to the bar at 6:45...

All right, all right! I got it!

Ms. Kayhill, do you make a habit of picking up young men?

Don't be ridiculous.

Ms. Kayhill, do you make a habit of lying

- about your habits? - No.

All right, yes.

I love young men.

I've tried everything to quit, even the patch.

All right, here's what's gonna happen...

A.J. and Scholls, get rid of the body.

Charo and Hoffman, scrub the scene.

Tribeca, question our involvement.

Sir, I really have to interject here.

We're just helping some lady cover up a murder?

Who even knows if she's someone we should be protecting?

I'm sitting this one out.

I don't know if she deserves our protection,

but I do know this. If we don't clean this up,

someone very close to you is gonna be compromised.

Who?

You?

I'm afraid so.

Didn't you ever wonder how I became L.A.'s

youngest lieutenant at age 25?

Well, I just figured you found a genie

and never gave it a second thought.

The truth is I had torrid affair with Ms. Kayhill.

How torrid are we talking?

Like, slightly ribald or full-on scurrilous?

She was the Mayor's Chief of Staff

with significant pull within the administration.

I was a young cop writing parking tickets.

She took me home from a bar and made love to me

in a way that was both brutal and tender.

Her orgasm sealed the Lieutenant's bars on my collar.

I only have 40 years left on this earth,

and all I want is to go out with my reputation intact.

Okay, sir. Okay.

All set here.

No contusions, no lacerations...

I'd say this is poison,

but I won't really know anything

until I cut him open.

You might want to back up, the young ones tend to spurt.

Hang on, I have another idea.

Before we figure out what's in his stomach,

why don't we figure out what's in his head?

Fine by me. Wait.

If we can determine Emerson's state of mind

at the time of the murder,

it might point us to who's responsible.

Help me get him to the back.

I really don't feel comfortable.

Come on. It's proven science.

Now, you're Gillian Kayhill, Secretary of the Interior.

You've just sat down at the bar next to a handsome man.

Go. Hello.

I'm Gillian Kayhill.

Nice to meet you, Mrs. Kayhill.

Hi. I'm Emerson Lake-Palmer.

I work for Vice President Perry.

You're a very sexy woman,

did you know that?

Thank you. I do my best.

I find the age difference between us intoxicating.

People tell me I have a young soul.

You're exquisite.

Scholls? Scholls?

Are you listening to me?

He knew his killer! I'm sure of it.

And it definitely wasn't Kayhill.

Uh-huh.

Makes sense.

Can I help you?

Hi. I'm gonna need you

to remove all evidence of Gillian Kayhill

ever staying at this hotel.

Excuse me, sir, who did you say you were?

Uh...

The name's Backpack.

Well, Mr. Pack,

federal law requires that we keep records of every guest.

Come on, Mom, let's go.

Oh, look at this.

You recognize the person in this video?

Yeah, that's me pocketing the petty cash!

Oh.

What was the name you wanted erased?

Yeah, that's me pouring shots for a 9-year-old girl!