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( indistinct chattering )

Guess who.

Hmm.

I'm drawing a blank.

How 'bout the fiancee
you haven't seen

since this party started?

WOMAN:
Okay, enough, you two.

Let me see this rock

that Chris keeps
going on and on about.

It's like he chipped it
out of the mine himself.

Wow.

Oh, that's very subtle, Chris.

It was a total
surprise. I had no...

Don't, don't.

I've seen
a lot of women

who couldn't
get Chris to take the leap.

You deserve it.

I'm going to go down to the
store to get some cigarettes.

You guys want anything?

No.

Oh, but hurry back.

Dinner's
in five minutes.

Jeremiah's
concocted some crazy

gelled oyster something.

I'll hurry
back.

DANNY:
Whitney Ridder.

29-year-old socialite.

Walked out of her fiancee's
loft for a pack of smokes.

Never made it to the bodega
across the street.

She left her keys, purse

and coat up at the party.

She have her
wallet with her?

Yeah,
and a big, fat

rock on her finger.

That's an attractive target.

Uh-huh.

Just keep them
coming.

Fiancee. Can't get
much out of him.

Hey, pal,
sip on this.

Smells like

a brewery in here.
Yeah,
you noticed?

What, is he still drunk?

Nah, he's just
fairly hung over.

CHRIS:
She went to the...

store to get cigarettes.

It's something
she's done 100 times.

Look, I...

I already told the other, uh,
agent all of this.

Yeah, well, sorry
to inconvenience you.

I'm sorry, I just...

I'm tired.
That's all.

You know,
the phone keeps ringing.

Friends are worried.

It's just,
I haven't slept.

Look, I'll make this as fast
as possible for you, okay?

Did you notice
anything unusual

in your fiancee's
behavior last night?

No, I don't think so.

Do you mind?

What do you mean
you don't think so?

There wasn't anything
that I really remember.

Was it because you were drinking

or are you having problems
with your short-term memory?

Excuse me?

Mr. Mays, if you want
to help us find your fiancee,

I suggest that you sober up
and focus right now.

Yeah, okay.

All right.

Now how long you and Whitney
been living together?

Uh, a little over
two months.

She was staying at
the Riverton before that.

Riverton, that's
a nice address.

She was just crashing here while
she was setting up her business.

And what was that?

Resort financing.

What's your business?

I'm between careers.

Which ones?

The one I spend
pleasantly

living off my inheritance,

and the one where I actually
find something meaningful to do.

Can you give me any
background on Whitney?

She was born in Philadelphia.

Parents got divorced,

shipped her off
to Switzerland for school.

Got an MBA over there.

Came back to the States
about six months ago.

You notice any problems
with her business?

Not really.

She hadn't been here very long,

but, you know,
things were going great.

How long were
you two engaged?

Just a week.

Vizsla?

It's a short-haired
Hungarian hunting dog.

Nice try.

What,
are you challenging me?

( chuckling )

Vizsla.

Vizsla, a short-haired

Hungarian
hunting...

You scare me.

I did a job with Tina Enyelling.

She gave me one as a gift.

It was
a cute little guy.

So, double letter,

triple word...

84 points.

Plus I go again because
you lost the challenge.

Marry me.

Excuse me?

I'm serious.

Chris,
we barely know each other.

I know how I feel.

You... amaze me.

Why, because I know
what a vizsla is?

It didn't hurt.

Look, I don't want
to spend another

minute without you,
it's that simple.

I want you to marry me.

Okay.

Okay, yes,

you're going
to marry me?

Okay to everything.

JACK:
Two months?

That's pretty quick
to pull the trigger.

I knew she was the one.

We were going
to go to Europe

next month and get married

on her birthday,
just the two of us.

I just keep thinking,
you know,

this...

I mean, she has to show up
sooner or later, right?

Right.

Excuse me.

What exactly
do you guys do here?

Resort development.

We're financing an international

boutique hotel.

And where is everyone else?

It's just the two of us,
Whitney and me.

We contracted out
the computer modeling

and we work with Midtown Trust
on the financial end.

How's business?

It was going
great.

I mean, that's
what I thought.

I just got off the phone
with the people in Cozumel.

It looks like we're going
to be closing up shop

a little earlier
than I planned.

We should start packing
tomorrow.

I thought we were

just getting
started.

You've done an amazing job,

and I have already
written you

a glowing letter
of recommendation,

and you absolutely will not
have to worry about the rent

on that sweet little studio
of yours.

Forget my studio.

I can get myself a
two-bedroom with this.

Well, call it a bonus,
and a "thank you."

You earned it.

I'd never had a mentor
before Whitney.

She just took me
under her wing.

( phone ringing )

Excuse me.

I don't get it.

If business
is so great,

why close up shop?

Maybe Whitney was embezzling
money from the company,

bailed out before
she got caught.

Why bother giving the
assistant a big bonus?

She wants her
to be a good girl,

not ask too many questions.

Okay, thanks.

Okay, so it turns out

Christopher Mays
has a record with the NYPD.

A couple DUIs

and a drunk-and-disorderly
charge when he was 19.

He got off with community
service and counseling.

Rich parents buy good lawyers.

Yeah, well, his alibi's tight.

Doorman says
he never left the party,

but the building manager
saw a suspicious vehicle

casing the place
a few weeks ago.

He said he approached the car,
but the driver took off.

Upscale building, rich tenants.

Could be trying
to pick out victims.

He gave us a make
and partial plate.

We're running it now.

Which is more than

I've got on Whitney Ridder.

Phone bills, credits cards,

everything dead-ends the day
she arrived in the city.

The boyfriend says that
she grew up in Philly,

but I keep
coming up blank.

Name change?

Nothing on file.

It's like she didn't exist
until she got here.

Okay, so

she comes to New York,
reinvents herself.

New name, new identity,
clean start.

She won't be

the first.

The question is,
what was she running from?

So how long have you two
known Whitney?

Uh, three months maybe?

Uh, we met in
the Hamptons,

and you get to know
someone pretty fast

when they're
in your circle.

But getting into that circle--

it's not so easy, is it?

Oh, it is if you
have Whitney's charm.

How was she last night?

Her usual self.

Mostly.

( party chatter )

Hey, it's nice to see you.

Thank you so much for coming.

( phone ringing )
Oh. Would you excuse me?

I have to take this.

It's from work.

Go right ahead.
Thank you.

( phone continues ringing )

( no audio )

SARAH:
When I saw her with Chris
a few minutes later,

she seemed perfectly fine.

DANNY:
How about the
two of them?

Do they have any problems?

No.

Chris dated a lot,

but when it would
come time to commit,

he would usually start
to just slip away.

Sounds like
you know him pretty well.

We actually dated
a few years ago.

Mr. Sellars, can I ask you
a couple of questions out here?

Yeah, of course.

This is ridiculous.

What's that?
Splitting us up.

If this is about
Christopher and Sarah,

that was over
long before we met.

Sarah and I don't have secrets.

Then that's
what she'll tell Agent Taylor.

Until then,
I suggest you sit down

and wait till she's done.

SARAH:
Allen has

some issues with my friendship

with Christopher.

Is there anything going on
with you

and Christopher
right now?

No.

Is there anything
you're not telling me?

When you have what he has...

you never really know

if people are after you
for your money.

Christopher's a little paranoid,
but sometimes he's right.

And how about you?

Do you think

Whitney's after his money?

Look, she shows up
out of nowhere;

they barely know each other;

suddenly,
they're getting married.

I wondered.

Did you ever talk to him
about it?

Oh,

I tried, but he got furious
with me,

so I let it go.

( line ringing )

( phone ringing )

Yeah, Viv.

Jack, I've got the Social

Security Records;
turns out

Whitney Ridder was born in
LaFontaine, Louisiana in 1971,

and died in a car crash
in 1974.

Any progress
on her real identity?

We're still looking.

Okay.

Um, I'll call you back.

I'm sorry.
We don't have

any Whitney Ridder
registered

as a guest at this
establishment.

You know, she may have used
a different name.

Do you, um...

Do you recognize this girl?

She was a-a regular client
in our lounge.

It appeared, uh,

at least to me
that she may have been

in the companion business.

What, she was a hooker?

If you will.

She always came
by herself,

always made quite
an impression,

but she only had
one customer.

This the guy?

Yes.

Yes, that's him.

All right.

Thank you.

Fake identity.

Now, fake residence.

Danny and Martin are
checking out the business.

Yeah, she was fooling
everybody.

Including her fiancé.

Check it out.

Whitney Ridder's
cell phone records.

You know that call she got

just before she
disappeared?

Mm-hmm.
She got another call

20 minutes later
from the same number, a guy

in Palm Springs
named Lucas Vohland.

I checked him

on NCIC.

He did ten years
for manslaughter at Joliet.

See all this beautiful
oceanfront property?

It's all fake.

We called Cozumel,
Midtown Trust.

We checked out
their business records.

There's no connection
to a hotel chain.

There's not even
a planned resort.

Now, it looks like Whitney

trolled the city
for potential targets:

mostly sons and daughters
of rich families

anxious to make some money
on their own.

She promised them
a quick return
on the initial investment,

plus VIP treatment

at this luxury resort.

Early investors made a killing.

Word spread.
The money poured in.

The second round of investors
didn't see zip.

A Ponzi scam.
Exactly,
and by the time

they figured out what was
going on, the money was gone.

Whitney reinvented herself.

Except this time.

She never finished the con,

and she still has $400,000
in her corporate bank account.

Maybe one of her marks found out
they were being swindled

and got to her.
I'm on it.

Here's a list of investors

from her bank records.

And Vohland...
I ran into this guy

in Seattle a
few years ago.

He's got the background
for this kind of gig.

Okay, Danny and Viv,

I want you to run down

this list
of unhappy investors.

Martin, want you to go

to Palm Springs,

talk to your friend Vohland.

Samantha, go with Martin.

I might be reading
too much into this,

but there's, um...

no hidden message
in you sending me on vacation

to Palm Springs, is there?

What kind of message?

Like, maybe I'm just getting
back to work,

and you're trying
to get me out of your hair.

You are...

reading too much into this.

You should just take
it for what it is:

in-flight movie and
a little bit of sun...

and a chance to interview
a convicted felon

and a potential murderer.

Enjoy.

Okay.

So, she scammed everybody?

It would appear that way, yes.

I don't believe it.
You know what?

I just don't believe this.

I went to the Riverton Hotel.

She never lived there.

What?

She never lived there.

She used to visit
the lobby a lot.

At first, they thought she was
a call girl, but it turns out

that you were
the only client.

W-Where did she live, then?

We're not sure.

We don't even know
her real name.

Her real name? You know what?

This is insane.
This is...

Did she ever ask you
to invest in her company?

No. I offered, but...

she said that she wanted

to keep her business and
our personal life separate.

Smart.

What's that?

Smart that she never asked you
for money.

My hunch is that she was
using you for access

to your rich friends.

Don't you think I would've seen
something like that coming?

You were the first one
that met her.

She said she wanted to spend
the rest of her life with me!

That's what you wanted to hear,
Chris.

All right... what happens now?

I mean, what do you...?

You keep looking for her,
right?

Oh, you bet.

Now she's a fugitive.

Nice to see
you're enjoying

the fruits of your
labor, Vohland.

Excuse me?

You remember me?
Seattle,

'99, counterfeit

PC chips?
Sorry,

I'm terrible
with faces.
Are you any better

with names like
Dennis Ricci

or Timothy DeLeia?

You were both.

Is this your girlfriend?

I'm his partner.

You're a lot better-looking
than his last one.

We're looking for
Whitney Ridder.

She went missing two
days ago in New York

right after you called her.

I never heard of her.

Probably dialed
the wrong number.

Take a look.

( sighs )

Whitney, huh?

I knew her as Kat
Fontaine out here.

Met her at the
club last winter--
The Conquista.

Nice top spin lob.

So, why'd you call her
that night?
I'm leaving

for New York
in a couple of weeks.

I was looking
for a hotel recommendation.

So you wouldn't
know anything

about the investment scam
she was running in the city?

Cat? You got to be kidding.

No, not at all.

As per my parole conditions,
I have removed myself

from any and all areas

of illicit influence.

I've got a legitimate business
here.

Some things
never change.

We're going
to stick around

for a few days,
check out your story.

I wouldn't go anywhere.

Why leave paradise?

Same story as all
the other investors.

The ones that were
paid stayed mum.

The others were too
embarrassed to complain.

Yeah, so far all the alibis
check out

except for this one guy
I can't find.

His name
is Stansfield Carlton.

Ring a bell?
Never heard of him.

Neither have any
of the other investors.

Which is strange
because they were all
part of the same circle.

We got a hit on that car
casing the apartment.

Belongs to a Raymond Deesy.

He's on parole
for armed robbery.

Do you have an address?

Excellent.

Thanks. That's good.

So, apparently,
uh, Whitney Ridder
was living here

in Palm Springs under
the alias Kat Fontaine,

and, uh, we understand
that you filed a
criminal complaint

against her-- something
about forged paintings.

Well, Cat, uh--
your Whitney--

sold a lovely
Georgia O'Keefe

to some friends of ours,
and we'd been thinking

of sprucing our place up,
so we decided

that we would make
an appointment

to see her gallery
downtown.

That's when we saw
the Barons.

We spent more
than we normally would,

but, uh, we both saw
the painting as an investment.

Then, our insurance company
wanted an appraisal,

and that's where we ran
into some problems.

This is a little bit...

awkward.

You know, the Barons

that we acquired
from you...
Uh-huh?

Our appraiser has doubts
about its authenticity.

I'm sorry. Wha-What
do you mean?

He thinks it may be a forgery.

Oh...

Oh, my, I am
so embarrassed.

Yeah, no, I had no idea.

I-I took it on consignment.
I didn't even think

of getting it checked.

You know what?
I'm so sorry to bring it up.

We really should've waited

until we were certain.
No-no-no,
absolutely not.

Let me get you
your money back.

No, please,
there is no rush.

I insist.

Please, I am...
I am so sorry.

SAMANTHA:
I'm assuming she never gave you
your money back.

No, and I was surprised.

She seemed very shaken up
when we spoke to her.

But when we went
to her gallery,

she was gone.

Our friend said
she had a boyfriend

who was her partner.

Lucas Vohland?

I've never heard the name.

People at the gallery said
that they both had left

without telling anybody.

You still have
the painting up.

Yeah... I can't seem
to take it down.

It doesn't seem

like you kill somebody
for ripping you off
on a painting.

Certainly not those people.

They'd probably just refill
your iced tea.

You know, it sounds more to me
like Whitney knew

she was going to get caught,
and she ran. I'm driving.
( phone ringing )

No, I've seen you drive.
I'm driving.

Oh, where's the airbag?
Hello?

Oh, yeah, look,
I'm really sorry about that.

I kind of got busy.

Yeah, Thursday at 7:00
sounds great.

Okay,

I'll see you then.

Hot date?

Yeah, with my federally funded
therapist.

How's that going?

( sighs ):
Here's what I'm thinking:

this-this partner/boyfriend--

I'm thinking it's
got to be Vohland.

Explains why he lied to us
about their call.

Yeah. I say we pay
him a second visit.

DANNY:
What do you know
about Whitney Ridder?

Who's that?
You've been parked
in front of her lot

for the last two weeks.

So, the FBI's giving out
parking tickets now?

( laughs ):
What?

Whitney Ridder is missing,
Mr. Deesy.

You know,

maybe your parole officer
would like to know

that you've been
casing her apartment

instead of cleaning

paintbrushes.
Look,

I didn't do anything illegal,
okay?

I was painting this dude's house
out in Watermill.

He asked me to check out

this Whitney.
Check out
or rough up?

No, I didn't touch her.

He just wanted to know
what she was up to.

He was afraid
she'd ripped him off.

I followed her around
a few days.

I told him everything I knew,
and that was it.

Who is this guy?

Let me be frank with you,
Mr. Sellars.

You don't look like the type
who hires an ex-con,

and now you've lied
to a federal officer.

If I can help you stop
this downward spiral

in your personal life,
please let me know.

I-I just wanted to find
out what was happening.

She didn't return
my phone calls.

You mean Whitney.

Yes.
You invested money with her?

Yes...

only I-I didn't tell my wife
about it.

You used a fake name--

Stansfield Carlton--
so your wife wouldn't know.

My wife Sarah comes from
a lot of money-- old money.

It's a very difficult
situation for me

not having
my own means.

So you wanted
to prove yourself...

with your wife's money,

of course.

It seemed
like an excellent opportunity.

75 rooms, all suites,

each with an ocean view.

Every investor receives
full VIP treatment,

complete spa access,

and guaranteed reservations

at our four-star restaurant,
and...

a little gift.

You know, for poolside...

or wherever.

Two months

and I double my money?

Now, if you get in now.

This investor phase
closes at the end
of the week.

When do you plan
to open?

Next Christmas.
We're already
completely booked.

Of course...

there are a few rooms...

that remain on hold

for our investors.

I am in for 75K,

Ah.
and put me down
for the week.

But when the payday came

and went,
you hired a felon

to look into it.

I was terrified
Sarah would find out.

And you'd lose the money
forever.

That had to make you
pretty angry.

I just wanted to talk to her.

She wouldn't return my calls,

and Deesy--
he told me

about her trips
to her storage facility.

I-I thought she was going to
leave town before talking to me.

Looks like you were right.

You got an address
for that storage facility?

Security video of the hallway
shows Whitney

and her fiancé coming in here

18 hours after

she disappeared.

Guess her fiancé forgot

to tell us that part.

You're a liar, Chris.

You sat there
and you flat-out lied to me.

I swear I don't
know where she is.

Well, you did
the other day.

When she took off
from the party,

I didn't know where she went,
honestly.

Define honestly.
I mean it.

She came back

and she told me
she ran because this guy

Vohland threatened
her on the phone.

She told me about the fraud.
She told me

about the investment company.

She told me that Whitney Ridder
isn't her real name.

She told me all of it.

So, in that moment
of crystal-clear thinking,

you decided to aid a fugitive.

That makes you an accessory
to a crime, Chris.

You understand that?

She... told me
that she loved me,

and that...

all she wanted
was to be with me.

The girl was in trouble.

I don't know what to do.

How could you
do this to me?

I am so sorry.
If I could

take it back, I would.

You've been lying to me
since the moment we met.

But I'm telling you
the truth now.

Look at me.

Please look me in the eyes.

I swear to you

I am telling you everything.

( stifled sobs )

All right,
what we're going to do,

we're going to go to the police,
and you're going to tell them

the whole story.

What I do is illegal.

I'll go to jail.

What do you
want me to do?!

Okay, I think I know
a way out of this.

I know a way
that I could stop running

and that we can be together,
but you got to forgive me.

Please.

I'm so sorry.

I swear.

I'll never lie to you again.

There was a moment there
when I thought, "That's it.

"I'm finished with her.

"It's over, and I

will never
love again."

But then I

saw something in her eyes,
something... real.

And it made me
love her even more.

Did she tell you

that she was banging
big bad Vohland in Palm Springs?

As a matter of fact, she did.

She also told me

it was over.

And you believed her?

Yes, I did.

What are you suggesting?

I'm suggesting that perhaps
you weren't quite as forgiving

as you initially indicated.

No.

I helped her.
Really? How?

I gave her money.

What, to pay off Vohland?
Yes!

So, that 600 grand
that you took out

of your
brokerage account--

that was the payoff?

She told me
that we had to get by this guy.

She wanted a fresh start.
Otherwise, he was just going
to track her down again.

So, why didn't you use
her money?

I mean, she
had plenty left.

Because we figured
it would draw too much attention

if she went
and tried to get it herself.

"We" or "she"?

Was that her idea?

We were going to leave town
after she paid him.

Where was the payoff?

In Saratoga, somewhere
near the track up there.

Did you go
with her?

I wanted to drive,

but she, she insisted
that she'd go on her own.

On her own.

Yes, she said
that this guy

Vohland would freak out

if somebody else
showed up with her.

You know, Chris, I
love a happy ending

just as much
as the next guy.

And I'm sure that
that look in her eye

was quite something.

But did it ever occur to you

that she and Vohland
were setting you up for a scam?

She wouldn't do that.

Really?

Wherever she is right now...

she's in trouble.

Christopher,

you got punked.

Call your lawyer.

You're not going anywhere.

( door shuts )

We have to polygraph
this guy.

No kidding.

We got to contact
the Saratoga PD,

run Whitney's aliases
in the area.

And see if his story
checks out.

I'm on it.

( phone ringing )

Malone.

Yeah, we missed Lucas Vohland.

Neighbor reported him
loading a suitcase in his car

right after we left.

Any idea
where he might have gone?

No, none.

But we'll go ahead and fax you
Vohland's old aliases.

See if we can't track him down.

How's Sam?

She could use
a few driving lessons,

but, uh, other than that,
she's all right.

The sunshine treats her well.

Keep me posted.

All right, will do.

Okay.

Okay, thanks.

What have you got?

I found out
where Whitney grew up.

A small town in Ohio
named Nassau.

Check out

our Whitney--
real name Sheryl McGee.

Activities include

travel club, French club,

president of the drama club
for four years.

Good training, huh?

Yeah.

She didn't just change her name.

She was trying
to change her life.

Speaking from experience?

Danny Taylor?

What about it?

So, why?

I guess I just wanted
a fresh start.

Did it work?

Sometimes.

So, are you going
to tell me?

( phone ringing )

Taylor.

Yeah. Okay,
we're on our way.

That was Jack.

Lucas Vohland's alias
just popped up

at the Madison
Regency.

Freeze! Hands in the air.

Drop the bag and
put your hands up.

Drop the bag
and put your hands up.

Let's go!

12:30 flight
to the Cayman Islands.

What's your hurry?

$600,000
in your bag.

Exactly the amount

Whitney Ridder's boyfriend
gave her to pay you off.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Let's start with, um,
felony possession of a firearm,

failure to notify
your parole officer

that you were leaving
the country,

and that's just
in the last 12 hours.

What do you want from me?

I want you
to cut the crap

and start answering
some questions.

The money is mine.

What was the trip
out of the country about?

Work on your tan?

I was making
a quick trip to the Caymans

to make an investment,
and I was coming right back.

You are aware that it is illegal

to transport that amount
of money out of the county?

Charge me.

Look, I don't care
about the money.

I don't care
about the parole violations.

All I care about

are the whereabouts
of Whitney Ridder.

Now, the only reason
I can think of

that you're not telling me

is because
you killed her.

I'd like to see my lawyer now.

My guess is

he didn't kill her.

Well, he's got the motive,
the opportunity and the money.

Well, if it's
about the money,

then he got
what he wanted.

So, she's on her way

back right now
to become Mrs. Christopher Mays

and start her new life?

Yeah.

I'd hold off
buying a wedding present.

Viv, Viv...

No. I got to go.

Whitney's alias just
popped up at a hotel

in Saratoga.

I can't believe it.

I-I saw her alive
just last night.

Bellman.

Yeah?

Someone called
and wanted...

Not here.

But it's...

We didn't call, okay?

VIVIAN:
Is this the man?

Yeah, that's him.

Hold on a sec.

Do you know
exactly

what room that
call came from?

No. I mean,
I-I checked a few others,

but nobody needed me.

Nobody called back, either.

All right, thanks.

Mm.

( siren blaring )

VOHLAND:
I did not

kill that girl.
Oh, I'd like

to believe you, Lucas,
but right now, you're screwed.

We have a witness placing you
in the room with her.

Your fingerprints are
all over the place,

and you got her money.
I give a rat's ass

what you have.

I met her
kiting checks

at an A&P.

I taught her
everything

she knows.

We used to be an item.

Why would I want
to kill her?

You tell me.

Look... I admit

I wanted my money back,
but that was it.

Hi, babe.

Hi, Lucas.

What's going on?

Mmm.

You want your money?

Always.

MARTIN:
And then what happened?

We got down to business.

She showed me
the money.

I started
counting.

( sighs )

Hey, Jack.

Hey.

Martin get any more
out of Vohland?

He's still down there
with him now.

He's pushing for a motive.

He's thinking jealousy.

What do you think?

I'm not buying it.

I mean, the guy's

a career grifter.

Why the hell would he kill her?

Well, we'll get the forensics
report in the morning.

We'll know more then.

Get some sleep, huh?

Good night, Jack.

I have the
phone records

from that call to
the bellman's desk.

Thank you.

CHRIS:
I was taking care of a few

last-minute things.

I'm sorry

we haven't gotten you
your money back yet.

It's being processed
as evidence,

but you should have it shortly.

No rush.

Would you
like a drink?

No.

What time's your flight?

I'm on the red-eye.

I won't take up too
much of your time.

Where are you going?

Uh, Amsterdam.

I figured it'd be best
to get out of town

for a while,
clear my head.

Look, I don't know
if this'll help you or not,

but things don't look too good
for Lucas Vohland right now.

I heard.

We have a witness
who saw him and Whitney

in the hotel room together.

Lucky for us.

Or lucky for you.

Excuse me?

I think you killed her, Chris.

And I think
you framed Lucas Vohland

for it.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Yes, you do.

She went missing
from your party

three days ago.

And then she came
to see you, right?

And she confessed
all her sins to you.

She told you about

her made-up past,
the lies, the cons.

She apologized for everything.

You've been lying to me
since the moment we met.

No, but I'm telling you
the truth now.

Look at me.

Please look me in the eyes.

I swear to you
I am telling you everything.

CHRIS:
Yes.

That is exactly what happened.

And you still felt betrayed.

No.

You thought
that she was the one.

You trusted her.

You thought she was different
from all the others.

And the whole time,
she was scamming you.

And that broke your heart.

I forgave her.
No, no, no, no, no.

You tri to forgive her,
and then she suggested

that the two of you
run away together,

and you went along
with the plan

because you loved her.

But you couldn't handle
the lies, the manipulation,

the con, the tricks, the games,

the stories.

Am I right?

So you followed her
to Saratoga,

only she wasn't meeting him
at the track.

She was meeting him
in a hotel room.

( knocking )
* To get the things we want

* But we lost each other
on the way *

( Vohland moaning )

* I guess you know

* I never wanted anyone
more than you *

* Lived all our best times

* Left with the worst

* I-/////!ve danced...

DANNY:
And that's exactly

when you knew what you had
to do to make her pay.

And the best part about it is,

that you had the perfect
person to frame.

Oh?

Lucas Vohland.

( laughs ):
Oh.

This is so creative,
but you don't have any proof.

Not yet, but I tracked down
that call to the bellman,

and it turns out
that it was placed

from a pay phone at a bar

across the street
from the hotel.

So I asked myself,
who calls a bellman

from a pay phone?

Pretty smart.

And you needed a witness
to see the two of them

together.

Now, Christopher,

I may find your prints
on that phone,

I may not.

But either way,

I'm going to
canvas every inch

of that area,
and you know

what the good thing
about small towns is?

What?

The people there--

they never forget
strangers.

I have a feeling

somebody there is
going to remember you.

( biting ice )

You killed her.

You waited for Vohland
to leave the room,

and you went in there,
and you made her pay

for betraying you.

* There-/////!s something in the
air *

( groans )

* Something in my eye

* Do-do-do

* Do-do-do...

DANNY:
You want to know
what the real tragedy is?

You didn't
have to do it.

You didn't know
what was going on
in that room.

VOHLAND:
She showed me the money.
I started counting.

That's when she told she
wanted out on account of

she was marrying this guy.

So you're getting
married, huh?

Yes.

I didn't think
you were the type.

You don't know this guy.

He's really sweet.

Really sweet and really rich,

I'll bet.

It's not about that.

It's always about that.

No. Not this time.

I don't know.

It's different with him.

I don't have to pretend anymore.

I almost believe you.

Well, you should.

Because it's over, and I'm out.

You can't prove any of this.

I will.

And you will go to jail.

You blew it.

She loved you.

She really did.

* Something in the air

* Do-do-do-do

* Do-do-do-do...