FBI

No!

Oh, my God! Oh, God! No! Please!

- Shh! Enough! - Ah! No, please!

- Just behave! - No!

Damn it!

Ow!

What the hell, Alice? Oh.

Damn it, Josh!

- Stay in character! - Well, I'm sorry!

I just didn't expect you to get so rough!

Is my nose bleeding?

- Ugh, no, it is not bleeding. - Damn it.

It's definitely gonna bruise.

I have to present to clients on Monday.

This was a stupid idea. Let's just forget it.

No, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I've got this. Let me try again.

I'm gonna ravage you.

Gross.

Well, I'm sorry.

Do not apologize.

It came from Susan's house.

- Call 911. - Josh, no.

Let the cops handle it.

Just stay here, okay?

Susan?

Susan!

Are you all right?

If there's anybody in here,

cops are on the way!

Susan Granwell, dead in the kitchen.

Must have been a pretty big donor for the mayor

to ask you all to step in.

They were old friends. What do we know?

Neighbors heard a commotion around 11:00 p.m.

One of them came to check on Susan,

found her bleeding out on the ground, already deceased.

Preliminary cause of death is blunt force trauma to the head.

Looks like she got hit with that cast iron.

Okay, we'll have it sent to the lab for further processing.

Whose firearm is that?

Registered to the victim,

but CSU didn't recover any shell casings.

So she wasn't able to fire it off before she got hit.

That skillet's a weapon of opportunity,

so it's not premeditated murder.

What, a robbery gone wrong?

She confronted them with a gun,

they retaliated by grabbing a cast iron?

Maybe.

Nice house, lots of valuables.

Doesn't feel like a break-in.

Only disturbance was in here.

Windows and doors were intact. Alarm didn't go.

Whoever did this either had access to the house,

or she let them in.

Looks like a crime of passion.

I have a feeling Susan Granwell knew her killer.

All right, folks, last night, Susan Granwell

was attacked and killed in her home,

a $12 million historically preserved home in Fieldston.

Susan was a major donor and confidant of the mayor.

He would like her killer brought to justice immediately.

Right, hey, have we notified the family yet?

No... her son Bobby is in Tokyo with his grandparents,

and because of the time change,

we haven't been able to reach them.

But by the time I have to look this boy in the eyes

and tell him his mother is gone,

I would like to have some real answers for him.

Our team's initial assessment was that

this looks like a crime of passion,

so let's talk about Susan Granwell and anyone

in her life who could have snapped and killed her.

Right, well, Susan grew up

an Upper East Side socialite, old money.

Now she's a hotelier by way of marriage.

Her late husband, Alex, founded a chain of boutique hotels

called the Granwell Hotels.

They have locations across the country.

Yeah, Sam and I stayed at a Granwell once.

They had a pillow menu.

Well, that's not all they got.

Turns out Granwell Hotels is knee-deep

in a serious labor dispute.

Maintenance and hospitality workers

have been on strike for the past three months

with no end in sight.

They claim Susan is trying to starve them out.

The protests have been peaceful,

but it's getting nasty.

Nasty enough to attack Susan in her own home?

She thought so.

Susan filed a police report last week

after a brick was thrown through her front window.

She blamed her disgruntled employees,

but the cops weren't able to ID a suspect.

So the brick was to scare her into returning

to the negotiating table.

When that didn't work, maybe they amped up the intimidation,

and it got out of hand.

Who's running this union?

That would be Jeremy Payton,

career labor organizer,

known for running campaigns of intimidation.

He has threatened multiple times

to burn down Granwell properties.

Not the type to catch flies with honey, huh?

Definitely not.

Granwell sent their goons to rough me up, to silence me.

We're not scared of you!

You hear that, Susan?

You should be scared of us!

Well, he might be a charmer, but if it walks like a motive

and talks like a motive...

Well, forensics might back it up.

Yeah?

Report from the crime scene just landed,

and Jeremy's fingerprints were found all over it.

- Mm. - Low lipid oxidation

in the residue suggests his prints were recent.

- What about the murder weapon? - Wiped clean.

No fingerprints there.

Well, nice try, Jeremy.

The man was there.

Let's bring him in.

Granwell, Granwell, you can't hide!

We can see your greedy side!

Granwell, Granwell, you can't hide!

- We can see your greedy side! - Back up, scabs!

Nobody's getting through this picket line!

Get out of here! Boo!

Scab!

Scab!

Excuse me. FBI. Excuse us.

Jeremy Payton, how you doing? FBI.

Why don't we take the temperature down a little bit?

Law enforcement protecting the corporate fat cats again!

Why am I not surprised?

No. No, wait.

That's not what's happening here, okay?

Look, Mr. Payton, we have a few questions for you,

so why don't you come with us?

Obstructing a federal agent is a crime, fellas.

So move. Now.

Oh, you don't tell them what to do, sweetheart.

Sweetheart?

Okay, yeah, no, that's not gonna work.

Let's go.

You two, step aside, or you're coming.

Let's go. Hands behind your back.

See? You see what they're doing to us?

Don't let these jackboots take away your voices!

Union strong!

Union strong!

Union strong!

Union strong!

You hear that, Susan?

You should be scared...

From the moment I saw you guys,

I knew that this was what it was about.

That's not what you were screaming

at your union brethren about.

You wanted them to believe that we were there

to shut down your picket.

I saw an opportunity to keep my people angry,

energized, and I took it.

Sure, it was theater,

but so was this.

Nothing I said on that video was real.

So Granwell Hotels never sent you

their people to beat you up?

Not physically, but you know,

they've been beating us down for long enough.

Jeremy, please, stop.

All right? That's enough.

Did you fake these injuries,

file a false police report

blaming Susan Granwell's private security?

You gotta give them an enemy to keep them motivated.

So yeah, I had a couple of my boys rough me up.

Blamed it all on management.

Sounds like a felony.

Well, it worked.

Momentum's on our side now.

So if Susan Granwell is losing,

why'd you pay her a visit?

Your fingerprints, they're all over Susan's home.

Doorknobs, kitchen counters.

Question is, are we gonna find them on Susan's body?

Hold up, her body?

- You killed her. - Wait, I...

Beat her to death and then fled, did you not?

Whoa... what are you talking about?

No, no, no, no, no, I didn't...

What? No.

No, no, Susie.

That's my Susie.

Your Susie?

I didn't do this. I would never.