All language subtitles for UNFORGETTABLE - S02 E08 - Till Death (720p - AMZN Web-DL)

♪ Let's fall in love

♪ Why shouldn't
we fall in love? ♪

♪ Now is the time for
it while we are young ♪

♪ Let's fall in love...

AL: This is it... 872.

CARRIE: You're kidding.

AL: Why I... I
think it's beautiful.

I'm just... Wow.

What do you say we
officially christen the place?

Do you mean carry
me over the threshold?

If you're gonna do
something, do it right.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Don't drop me.

I've always wanted
to live in a brownstone.

And now you do.

And now I do.

Look at this.

Mm-hmm. Careful.

Our fancy neighbors will see.

That's the idea.

You know...

this whole marriage
thing isn't so bad.

♪ Let's fall in love.

AL: Hey, can you hear me?

CARRIE: I would hear you better

if you'd stopped
shouting. Where are you?

That Japanese place on
Green with the amazing sushi

where we went after we
closed the Burrell case.

Yashin, yes, and it was
after the Zuniga case, actually.

Right, so what did I get again?

It was some kind of roll with,
uh, sea eel and something.

What am I?

Your personal Zagat guide?

Come on, I know you remember.

It's almost my turn.

Fine, fine, fine.

You ordered a dragon
roll, which, by the way,

no self-respecting
sushi lover would...

Now, wait. I liked what
you had with the sauce.

Shinko. River fish.

River fish. Got it.

Remember you kept
leaning across the table to get

at mine, and you
got a stain on your tie,

which, by the way, was
an improvement on that tie.

Thank you.

Did you want something?

Yeah, I want river fish.

Hold on. I got a call.

There you go.

Can I help you?

Al Burns.

Got it. On my way.

Mister, you want
to order or not?

Next time.

Hey, can you meet me somewhere?

(camera shutter clicks,
garbled radio transmission)

MAN: Victims are, uh,
Glen and Ianna Truman.

Married, two kids in college.

He's some kind of ad exec,
she works for the Guggenheim.

Only things missing
are the wedding rings.

Just like the others, huh? Yep.

Just like the others? What.

Excuse me just one second.

Yeah.

Three and a half years ago,
Green and I worked homicide

together in Queens.

We had two cases
just like this one.

Husband and wife,
affluent like this.

Killed like this.

Wedding rings gone, too.

Any suspects?

AL: No arrests, nothing.

All we had...
Matching ballistics from

a .40-caliber. Then,
a few months in,

we found out about two other
couples... Columbus, Ohio, 2008.

Same exact M.O.

Two sets of two.

We kept at it, but
the trail went cold.

I guess it's heating up.

Alicia and Harvey Reid...
that's the first couple we found.

Killed in 2010, both shot
multiple times in the chest.

Married 18 years.

Two beautiful kids.
How was the marriage?

By all accounts,
solid as a rock.

They were both
investment bankers,

on the boards of
a dozen charities.

We couldn't find a single person

with a bad thing
to say about them.

Yeah, well, someone
had a problem with them.

What's with the
missing wedding rings?

No idea, but in each case,

more expensive jewelry
was left untouched.

Then, one week later,

Lexie and Donald Grant.

Successful art dealers.

Penthouse in Chelsea, same M.O.

MURRAY: Killing
couples is a pretty rare

serial killer profile.

I mean, you got the
Zodiac killer out in California.

He killed couples.

Son of Sam shot at several

couples parked in their cars.

Yeah, but all those
victims were teenagers,

early 20s at most.

The affluence and
age of these couples

doesn't fit any pattern
we can find. Mm-hmm.

Murray, if you could
get on the ballistics.

I'm guessing .40-caliber.

With some luck, we should
be able to match them.

You got it.

Burns.

AL: What, it's not major enough

for Major Crimes?

I didn't say that.

I said we had limited resources,

and the choice of how

to allocate those
resources belongs to me.

We're talking about a
series of double homicides

that I believe are related.

I know you have history
with this, but a serial killer

who randomly
targets wealthy middle.

Oh, I get it.

It's the headlines, right?

Al, fortunately
and unfortunately,

when we take on a case,

a certain amount of media
attention generally follows.

Yeah, you don't
want your rich friends

waking up to the news
they're being stalked

in their own homes.

I am simply asking that,
despite your personal convictions,

we not jump to any conclusions.

You don't have to jump
to these conclusions.

They're staring you in the face!

Fine, use the team.

But you got 48 hours to
work this up as a serial killer.

After that, we're gonna
dump it down to Midtown South

as a home invasion homicide.

Fine, but by the way,

you hired me for my
personal convictions.

WEBSTER: 48 hours, really?

I'm gonna have to put
a rush on all my tests.

You know what?
Those lab techs owe me.

I am practically the only one
that goes to their bake sales.

You have bake
sales in forensics?

Oh, you would be
so surprised to see

what a little centrifuging
does to lemon meringue.

Okay, so... we have the obvious.

Cause of death...
gunshot wound to the upper

thoracic region caused
by a 40-millimeter projectile.

Markings consistent

with a Sig Sauer P250 handgun.

Was the same weapon used?

Inconclusive.

But why these
particular couples?

The only connecting factor

is that he takes
their wedding rings.

That's a bonus grab.

Those wedding rings were
probably worth a pretty penny.

So, you got nothing unusual, Jo?

You know what?

I don't know.

My predecessors in
Queens were not known

for their
intellectual curiosity.

Mmm.

Am I being catty? Mm-hmm.

Oh, good.

Okay, take a look
at this from 2010.

"Unidentified hairs
found on the victim."

Mrs. Grant, Lexie.

Now, a simple scan

with an electron microscope
would have indicated

that the scale
pattern was equine,

not human, but did
they bother to look?

No.

GREEN: Victims are, uh,

Glen and Ianna Truman.

Married, two kids in college.

He's some kind of ad exec,
she works for the Guggenheim.

Equine. Horse hair.

Exactly.

WOMAN: God, it's a tragedy.

Yeah, I know the Truman girls.

Everyone loves them.

I can't imagine how
they'll get through this.

That's Annie.

What about Talia Grant,
Lexie Grant's daughter.

You know her? Let
me see if I can find her.

I'm just wondering if maybe

they shared the same
instructor or something.

Oh, I'm not sure.

Here we go.

This is Talia Grant's class.

No, her instructor was
Claudia Baker, but she

left us over two years ago.

There's a Brenner in
both of these classes.

Those are Eileen Brenner's kids.

She's coming by here later
today with one of her daughters.

Thanks.

JAY: So we're talking

Eileen and Howard Brenner.

Married 15 years. They
live up in Scarsdale.

Turns out they
have two daughters.

One who rode with Annie Truman,

and the older daughter, who
rode with Talia Grant back in 2010.

Okay, so they took
riding lessons together.

Great. You got more?

Don't I always, Al? For
starters, I got a series

of cell phone calls in 2010 from
Donald Grant to Eileen Brenner.

So? Their kids are
in the same class.

They're making carpool plans.

Yeah, but how do
you explain calls

from the two other
dead husbands,

Truman and Reid, to
Mrs. Brenner, as well?

And the fact that the
number they used to call her

isn't the same one her own
husband used to call her.

Now, that's some pretty
secret carpool plans.

I don't know. They're all having
affairs with Eileen Brenner?

I don't buy it.

And by all accounts,

these marriages were strong.

Okay, go ahead.

What?

Ask me if I have more.

Jay.

Right.

So, after I found those calls,

I took all the data
you worked up

from the first two homicides.

Cell phone records, bank
statements, duplicated

with Brenners and our
last victims, the Trumans.

Lot of data. Which is why

I ran it through an NSA data
mining search engine, and...

found... that.

What is that?

Those empty spaces represent

three-hour time blocks

of no cell phone use.

Which means none of the
husbands made any calls,

used any cards or checked
any e-mail accounts within those

three hours.

Wait a second. I
know those dates.

August 8, August 17.

The Reid and Grant murders.

Exactly. Those couples
were killed within 12 hours

of the husband going dark.

Same goes true for Glen Truman

and his wife Ianna yesterday.

So, the question is,

what were they doing
in those three hours?

I might have an answer.

Turns out our Eileen Brenner
wasn't always Eileen Brenner.

Meet the former Eileen Hanson.

Complete with
a criminal history.

A prostitution charge.
MURRAY: Oh, several.

Out of Florida 17 years ago.

After graduating college,

she and a couple
sorority sisters apparently

started a little call girl ring.

Our squeaky clean Scarsdale
soccer mom was once a hooker.

Prostitution. Three
hours sounds about right.

Eileen Brenner?

That's right.

NYPD. Like to ask
you a few questions

about Donald Grant.

I'm sorry. Who?

Donald Grant.

Um, that name isn't familiar.

What about Harvey
Reid or Glen Truman?

I'm sorry.

Beth, I'll be in, in a minute.

I'm not talking to you.

CARRIE: Eileen,

do you own an apartment
on East 20th Street?

I may.

Well, if I was paying
$6,300 a month

and running an escort
service out of it, I think I'd know.

Mom, is everything okay?

Yeah.

Go on ahead. It's fine.

Look, Eileen, we're
not here to judge you.

I-I don't care how
you make your money.

But you are the only
thing that connects us

to six victims in a
multiple homicide.

Wait. Homicide?

Yes. So, if you
know anything at all,

right now is the time to talk.

I don't know anything
about anybody being killed.

AL: We're going to need

the phone numbers and
identities of all your workers.

I can't give you
that information.

Eileen, did you
hear what I just said?

I'm sorry. I can't give
you their names...

because I don't know them.

What do you mean, she
doesn't know who works for her?

That's how she runs it. She
only know her girls by aliases

and their disposable
cell phone numbers.

Okay, so all the husbands
used the same escort service

and the same apartment.

That doesn't mean
it's the same killer.

Which leaves you... 39 hours.

Oh, by the way,

I assume that you tipped
off Vice to the arrest?

What arrest? Okay...

I hesitate to ask this,

but how exactly did you
leave things with Mrs. Brenner?

We told her to keep doing
what she's been doing.

In fact, we insisted.

Oh, good. You insisted

that she continue to
operate a criminal enterprise.

We're not interested
in a prostitution bust.

We're trying to find a killer,

who's probably
about to kill again,

and Eileen Brenner's service
is the only thing that connects

all our victims. Great.

So now Major Crimes is
in business with prostitutes.

That a problem?

So Brenner only knows her girls

through their cell
phones, right?

Yeah, and they were all
burner cells, so dead end.

Maybe not. I tracked down the
serial numbers on the phones,

and check this out.

Most of the phones
were purchased

at a campus bookstore
at Hudson University.

A college? Oh, come on.

She's recruiting students?

Maybe.

Me and Murray are gonna
head over there right now.

MAN: Yeah, sure. Uh,
prepaid disposables

are popular, what with,
you know, two-year plans...

You get locked in,
they're super expensive.

And, uh, the kids love
the whole privacy element.

Well, it would be very helpful

if we could take a look
at your past sales records.

Sure, um, I mean,
I'd need to see

if we can generate
those kinds of receipts.

We can get you the phone.

I.D. numbers if that'll
help you find them.

So, now, you looking for phones

or, uh, the folks
who bought 'em?

We'd like to know who bought
these specific phones, yeah.

See, now, that I
don't know about.

That might be a little tougher.

Harvey, this is a pretty
important investigation.

No, right, yeah, you said, um...

"Major Squad" or whatever.

It's just that I'm not so sure

what I'm allowed to do,

and I really feel like I should

give the dean's office a call.

Huh.

Go ahead.

Yeah, sure. I'll
call. Go for it.

You'll have to excuse Harvey.

The bookstore's
sort of his domain.

He actually attended Hudson,

uh, dropped out sophomore year,

and he's been at that
bookstore ever since.

I get it. My cousin Chrissy,

she's been a junior
over at Bennington

for five years now, so...

Uh, Detectives, uh,
if what you suspect

regarding these
cell phones is true,

it would obviously be
quite disturbing to us.

Well, Dean Proctor,
we're not suggesting

the university was
aware of this activity.

The truth is, we were aware.

Excuse me?

About five years ago, a
couple parents raised concerns

about certain income that their
children couldn't account for.

And we conducted
an internal investigation

and found that several of
our students were engaged

in this sort of... activity.

The-the students that
were involved were asked

to withdraw, which
they did immediately

when faced with our evidence.

Sir, we're gonna

need access to your records.

There are no records.

Um, after we were

convinced that the
activity had ceased,

we destroyed all records

of our investigation.

You destroyed records
of criminal activity

to spare the school
some embarrassment?

It wasn't only the school that
was spared embarrassment.

Our investigation
uncovered the identity

of many of these girls' clients.

I assure you, if you
had seen that list,

you would've
appreciated our discretion.

People are being
killed, Dean Proctor.

If you or your university has
obstructed our investigation

in any way, your endowment
will be the least of your concerns.

CARRIE: Have you ever seen
any of these men going in or out

of Eileen Brenner's apartment?

I don't know.

There's some medical
offices on the first floor,

the psychologist
and a podiatrist.

So there's a
lot of foot traffic.

No pun intended.

You got a hard drive for these?

DVR's been out a while.

Don't want to record
any faces, huh?

Hey, I just work the door.

Sure you do.

I got two in the front.

Should take in the
whole sitting area.

And one back here.

I could rig up a
special just for the bed.

No, that's okay.

We just want to I.D.
the clients and the girls.

We don't need the whole show.

This is all just... sad.

CARRIE: What, you mean rich
married guys sleeping with girls

young enough to
be their daughters?

Yeah, and then the rich

married guys get killed.

You know, it seems
like... whoever's doing this

is making a point
about these men.

But why kill the wives?

All right, what if
it's not the men?

What-what if it's the marriages?

All of these couples,
they seem... perfect. Mmm.

The money, public
displays of romance.

Storybook relationships.

Every one a lie.
Every one a lie.

What if our killer is
punishing the hypocrites?

Husband and wife.

Mmm.

Hey. Surveillance camera
picked up our first one.

Already? She should be in class.

Use your head, girl.

Showtime.

Am I alone in feeling

like I don't want to watch this?

What, you mean rich married guys

sleeping with girls young enough

to be their daughters?

Yeah, and then the rich
married guys get killed.

That clock.

Wait a second.

When we were there this
morning, it was accurate.

Now it's says 3:34.
What time is it, Jay?

It's, uh, 2:34.
It's an hour off.

So someone went in
after we left and changed it.

But why?

Let's find out who it was.

You put a camera in the clock.

Okay, but I didn't kill anybody.

Not only do you record
these girls and their johns,

you stupidly record
the time and date.

We found these
in your apartment.

"September 15, 5:45 p.m."

Glen Truman. September 15.

You were working that day.

You saw him come
in, you saw him go out.

You followed him home, and
you murdered him and his wife.

No! No, I swear to you, no!

All three men were in the
building when you were working.

All three couples were
murdered when you weren't.

Am I missing something here?

I'm telling you, all I did
was set up the nanny cam

in the clock. I
didn't kill anyone!

I swear!

I'm just a perv.

Jay, you get anything
off the videos?

I think our doorman
shouldn't quit his day job.

His shot selection is awful,

and with the films
taken together...

Forget it... this man displays

a certain narrative monotony,
you know what I'm saying?

All right, you think
he's our guy or not?

I doubt it.

His alibi for the Truman
killings checks out.

He did record all
three of our victims

but each with a different woman.

I sent the pictures of
the girls to that dean

over at Hudson University to
see if he can help I.D. them.

All right, so the question is,

if the link isn't one escort,

does anything tie
these victims together

other than their profiles?

Well, our killer chooses
his victims, right?

So if it's not the doorman,
where does he see 'em?

You know, usually these
high-end operations,

the girls like to check
out the johns first.

Some public place,
restaurant, nightclub.

Only problem is, because
of the number system,

we can't ask Brenner.
She wouldn't know.

Yeah. It's not like we
can ask the victims.

You know what? Maybe
there is someone we can ask.

With what Brenner charges
these guys, you figure

they got to be
heavy hitters, right?

Mm-hmm. I think I even

recognize a couple of them.

If we can get 'em to talk to us,

maybe we're in business.

They don't have to talk to us.

You look good, Eliot.
You lose some weight?

Uh, no, actually, I have
put on a few pounds.

Stress eating. Ah.

Don't I know it. So...

how's the new gig
treating you? Uh...

seems like you're getting
a lot of nice press out of it.

It's going well. Thanks.

And, uh, yes, we
do get the press.

Listen, I'm sorry
to cut to the chase,

but I have a meeting later.

Exploratory committee.

I'm thinking about throwing
the old hat in: mayor,

2017.

On the Q.T.

Q.T.

Of course, I am accepting
support of all kinds.

Uh, it's funny.

I have something that I
need to speak with you about

on the... Q.T. also.

And what's that?

Does the name Eileen Brenner

mean anything to you?

Well, I meet a lot of people.

Should it?

She is a madam.

And you are a fairly reliable
customer of hers, so...

yeah, it should.

No idea what
you're talking about.

I-I didn't want to
do this, Stanton.

You trying to shake
me down, Eliot?

God, no. No.

Although, now
that you mention it,

should these aspirations of
yours come to fruition, I'm...

I'm sure I'll think
of something.

Fine.

What do you want?

The bar's called the Windover,
between Lex and Park on 57th.

According to Stanton, all the
first meets take place there.

I'm telling you, this guy
hasn't been this speechless

since the Dinkins
administration.

He'll do anything for us... he'll
set up meets, give us names...

As long as we keep
his name out of it.

We don't need him.

He was practically
begging to wear a wire.

What do you mean,
we don't need him?

He doesn't fit the
profile of our victims.

Stanton Ward is divorced.

Our guy's not
going to target him.

Burns, believe me, this
guy will be of help us.

Oh, he's already helped us.

We know where the
girls make their first meet.

What's the plan?
We just sit and wait

for the perfect married
john to show up,

which could be God knows when.

CARRIE: No, we
don't have to wait.

Hey. Oh.

No, see, I hate it
when you do this.

Do what? You know.

Have Burns soften me up
with a jab, then you come in

at the perfect moment
with the left hook.

I prefer to think of
it as an uppercut.

Listen, Eliot, I think whoever
we're after is a person

who grew up in a world that
was perfect on the outside

but rotten on the inside.

By killing these
married couples,

this person, in their mind,
is killing their own parents,

the ones who made them
suffer behind closed doors

by denying the lies
in their own marriage.

This person is targeting

perfect couples, ones who
seem too good to be real

because they aren't real.

All right, I'll
buy your profile.

But where do we
find such a couple?

Al, will you marry me?

Thought you'd never ask. Ah.

MAN: What can I get you, sir?

I'll have your best
Irish whiskey, neat.

CARRIE: You could order
a martini or something, Al.

Irish whiskey is
a little cop bar,

don't you think?

I like to taste my whiskey.

How do I look?

Uh, suit's a little tight.

CARRIE: Well,
that's 'cause it fits.

CARRIE: Wow, that was quick.

Hey.

Hey yourself.

That whiskey?

Irish. Can I get you one?

Only cops drink Irish.

CARRIE: I told you.

You're not a cop, are you?

: Scotland Yard, retired.

Nah, I wish.

I play around a little
with hedge funds.

I never know what
that actually means.

Well, it means
I'm a little boring...

I have time to kill

and... maybe some cash to burn.

You want to burn some on me?

I'm old enough
to be your father.

So?

I feel old.

You know?

Mmm.

Yeah. Maybe.

You're nice.

Just go online and pick a time.

"Lauren."

I'm Al.

How did I do?

Fine. But, you know,

you could stop smiling.

Who's smiling?

I'm working.

Mmm.

♪ Let's fall in love

♪ Why shouldn't
we fall in love? ♪

♪ Now is the time for
it while we are young ♪

♪ Let's fall in love.

Wow. I've always wanted
to live in a brownstone.

And now you do.

And now I do.

Look at this. Mm-hmm.

Careful. Our fancy new

neighbors will
see. That's the idea.

You know,

this whole marriage
thing isn't so bad.

Hmm.

JAY: Okay, guys, we
are... up and running.

I'm sorry, am I interrupting
something here, guys?

No, we're just practicing

our overt displays of affection.

Yeah, Al's really getting
into the role-playing.

He's a total exhibitionist. Me?

CARRIE: Yeah, you.

December 24, 1999,
Madison Suites,

room 108... there was
that big window... Jay,

Okay, guys... don't
ever get married.

Don't do it.

Speaking of
exhibitionists, Aw...

uh, we kind of got you on a
bunch of screens over here.

So, here's how it lays out.

I got surveillance cams all
throughout the brownstone.

Two in this room, one in the
bedroom, one in the kitchen.

Now, they're all
Bluetooth-enabled,

so you can turn them on
and off with the remotes

you see around
you. Oh, look at that.

We're gonna have
constant visual contact

from Major Crimes.

CARRIE: Perfect little

love nest for the
perfect little couple.

Perfect little trap.

Mmm. Well, now we're
just gonna have to show

our perfect little
selves off to the world.

Oh, that shouldn't
be an issue for you.

Oh, don't start with me.

Remember, I said

"constant" visual
contact, right?

We're working here.

♪ Our day will come

♪ And we'll have ♪ Everything

♪ We'll share the joy...

You can't be serious.

Oh, I'm serious.

Really? I am seriously
in love with you.

Oh... Oh, wow.
Well, that is a lot...

of diamonds, honey.

147, actually.

Circular, pear and
marquise-cut diamond clusters,

internally flawless.

Oh... Hmm. Have you got any

that are externally flawless?

Well, sir, I... To
match her? Oh...

brother! Uh...

AL: That looks
beautiful, doesn't it?

Oh.

I'm in love with you.
Mmm, say it again.

He's gonna... I'm
in love with you.

We'll take it.

JEWELER: Very good, sir.

Well, sweetheart,
what a wonderful day.

Magical. Mm-hmm.

Oh, hell. I'm late for
my manager's meeting

at Gramercy Park.

Oh, you have to go?

All right.

: Today really was fun.

It really was.

Be careful.

Nothing's going
to happen till later,

and by then, I'll be home.

Home?

You know, you should probably...

kiss me good-bye in
case anyone's watching.

You're probably right.

♪

I love you.

LAUREN: It's open.

Well, hello. Hey.

I remembered.

Oh, uh, thanks, but, uh...

no, thanks. No?

I don't drink on the
job. Everything all right?

Yeah. It's, um...

No, it's-it's not. Listen.

Jay. Jay, do you read?

Loud and clear, boss.

LAUREN: What's going on?

AL: You got a visual on Carrie?

JAY: Indeed I do.

LAUREN: Oh, my God.

Oh, I don't

believe this! It's okay.
It's all right. It's all right.

Just sit down.

We got to talk.

How much longer
do I have to sit here?

I don't know.

How long do these
things usually last?

Honestly?

About ten minutes.

The rest is all chitchat.

Listening to them
drone on and on

about their jobs

and their stupid, stupid lives.

You know, no one's
forcing you to do this.

I take six classes a semester.

My time is precious...
I'm not trading it

for minimum wage and tips.

Fine. I hear you.

It just seems
like... such a waste.

You have any idea how
much law school costs?

: You're gonna be a lawyer?

Why is that funny?

You know what?

Totally makes sense.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

This guy... kills
their wives, too?

We think.

He sees the wives
as... partners in the lie.

Their husband's lie.

You have a partner?

Yeah.

I'm... working
with her right now.

She's posing as your wife?

Mm-hmm.

: Wow.

What's she like?

She's good at her job.

I mean... she's
brilliant at her job.

In general, she's pretty...

she's pretty brilliant.

Huh.

What?

Now, that's funny.

What?

The guys I see, they...

they probably had their
wedding announcements

in the Times.

They show up in
the Style section,

at all these events,
wives on their arms...

and yet they're here with me.

And I never hear even a whisper

of what I just
heard in your voice.

What'd you hear?

You know.

♪

Hey, Jay. I read you, Carrie.

: Hi.

How is Al doing?

Any news?

He's just sitting there talking
to the girl... I can patch you in

if you want. No. No, no,

No, it's not a big
deal. Not necessary.

You know, they're just...

No, I mean it, really,
no. What else you got?

I think I may have
I.D.'d the undergrads

who are part of our
escort operation.

Wow. How.

Surveillance footage
from the college bookstore

finally came in...
I isolated the girls

who bought Eileen
Brenner's burner cells.

Voilà.

Our prostitution ring.

LAUREN: Only cops drink Irish.

You're not a cop, are you?

Scotland Yard, retired.

The bookstore manager.

That guy, Harvey
Reynolds, right?

That guy... was watching Al
and Lauren at the Windover.

He was there.

You sure?

Yes, I'm sure. Pick him up.

Pick him up now.

Copy that.

JAY: Harvey Reynolds,
this is the NYPD.

Mr. Reynolds,
please open the door.

Clear.

Nothing on this side.

Hey, Jay, over here.

Nah, stay put.

CARRIE: I'm not very
good at staying put.

How much of a head
start does he have on us?

We don't know. We got
a BOLO out on his car,

but if he's coming
for you, for me...

No, that doesn't
fit the profile.

He wants us both in this house.

My point. Stay put.
We're gonna finish

what we started.

I'm not arguing.

I'm just saying, I'm
not very good at it.

Don't worry, I'll be home soon.

Oh, well, I'll have your pipe
and your slippers ready for you.

I think married life suits you.

Yeah. Bye.

So, what happens to me now?

You take me in?

You know what?

Nothing happens.

We made a deal with your madam.

Go back to the books, Lauren.

Please don't patronize me.

I know you feel old
inside, but you are anything

but old.

Save your justifications
for law school.

You don't belong in this.

And besides... you
got lucky this time.

Okay.

What about you two?

What about us?

You gonna finish
what you started?

Yeah, Jay.

Hey, we found Harvey Reynolds.

His body, anyway.

You sure?

Positive I.D. Gun,
too. Sig Sauer .40.

Looks like the
kid offed himself.

Way to go, guys. And you only

needed 45 hours.

You owe me three hours.

We didn't even have
to use your crazy plan.

Who are you calling crazy?

That's okay. It doesn't matter.

We had a nice day.

Oh, yes, we did.

Just tell me that
you kept the receipts

for all the things
in those bags?

Did we need receipts?

Did you get receipts?

Rich people don't need receipts.

We didn't get receipts.

JAY: So, boss, looks like

it's open and shut
with Harvey Reynolds.

Even down to the
murders in Columbus.

Coincides with a leave
of absence he took

from the university bookstore.

We haven't finished
our analysis, but so far,

he's a dead-on
match with the profile.

Harvey was an orphan,
raised in a state facility,

abusive manager
who skimmed funds

to keep him and
his wife in luxury.

He grew up hating and
resenting his parental figures.

When he realized how
close we were, he panicked.

Suicide was his way out.

Well, finish packing up,
people. You have any idea

how much that brownstone's
costing me by the hour?

Sure, after dinner.

Burns?

I'm taking my three hours. Oh.

Fine. Just don't break anything.

I want my deposit back.

Okay. Bye.

Bye.

So, what?

You making me dinner?

I thought I'd get take-out. Oh.

Japanese place on Green.

Ah. You happen

to remember what we liked there?

You're kidding me, right?

No.

Twice in two days?

Okay, fine.

Shinko. River fish. Shinko.

Got you.

And open a bottle of wine.

All right.

Bye.

♪ Butter my bread

♪ Sugar my lips
with strawberries... ♪

I gave you a key.

MAN: Delivery.

Um... hey.

Mrs. Burns? Yeah.

Uh, these are, uh... these
are from your husband.

From my husband?

: Yeah. Can I just set 'em down?

Uh... Oh, sure. No.

Kind of heavy. Why
don't you just put 'em

on that coffee table right
over there? Oh, great.

CARRIE: It's totally fine.

Your husband must
love you very much.

My... husband, yes, he
does love me very much.

Oh.

Would you, uh... would
you mind, uh, signing that?

CARRIE: That is
a lot of diamonds.

JEWELER: 147, actually.

Circular, pear and
marquise-cut diamond clusters...

Sure.

That's an interesting ring.

Yeah, it's a... a
family heirloom.

Oh. It belonged to my father.

It's funny. I...

I thought I saw someone wearing
the exact same ring at Versani.

It's a jewelry store.

I've never been there.

My mistake.

I'll sign this for you

so you can, uh... get going.

Here...

AL: Okay, look.

I don't know which river
fish is the one, okay?

So, there are two of them.
I want to get both of those.

Whatever you want,
you can have it. Only...

It's not a robbery.

I just... I hate this part, but
it's necessary, you know?

So, you move. My
husband... You move!

Right now.

Okay, okay.

What the hell?

Hey, Carrie, did you
turn this thing back on?

Hey, Murray?

This thing came
back on by itself.

I don't get it.

Where are they?

I don't know.

Well, rewind it.

Right. You know, with
all this stuff, I keep...

You know what? Forget it.

That's why we VCR people
are here to remind you.

Oh, my God.

That's the dean from
Hudson University.

Just gonna check.
Want to make sure.

Oh.

Yeah?

Get a radio car over there
right now. I'm heading over.

Yeah, send ESU. Send
everything you've got.

What about the other cameras?

The system's pretty primitive,

but I think I can
override the cutoff.

Meaning? I can turn it back on.

Got it.

This is a lovely place.

Oh.

You have an excellent
eye, you know that?

Well, thank you.

It, uh, takes one
to understand it.

I grew up in a house like this.

My father was a banker.

He was a handsome man,

just like Mr. Burns. Mmm.

Ah, we really loved him.

We?

Mother and I.

Oh.

Please let me go.

Okay, she's playing along.

Yeah, that's smart.

She doesn't want to
challenge his pathology.

She's buying time.

I can't, don't you see?

He's been cheating
on you, Mother.

With a hooker.

Mother?

No.

Don't. Don't pretend.

You knew, didn't you?

When he touched
you at night, you knew.

Yes. When you wore the
clothes that he bought you

and you went to his parties.

Admit it, you always
knew. I-I didn't. I didn't.

Don't lie to me!

I did know.

But I loved him.

We both did.

That's what's so hard.

We do. We love him.

Yeah.

I've watched you.

You love him so much,
you would die for him.

But don't worry.

It's going to be all right.

We're going to make him pay.

AL: Honey, I'm home!

Shh.

Say, "Hi."

Just say, "Hi."

Okay.

Hey, honey.

Hey, I picked up
some Indian food.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, from Jay's.

The Murray Curry.
I got a double order.

You know what?
I hate Indian food!

No, I thought you
liked it. Well, how

would you know what I like?
You're at the office all day.

Be nice. Why should I be

nice to him? You
said it yourself.

He's a lying cheat.

I was just playing
along to protect you.

No, no. You-you adore him.

You're just a little boy.

How could you understand?

We weren't lying to the world.

We were lying to
protect you. No.

No. I saw you.

I'm not your mother.

And I'm not your father.

Murray Curry, huh?

I had to improvise.

Okay.

ELIOT: But the best part is,

I was expecting to get nailed
with expenses for all this.

You know, the brownstone,
the wardrobe, whatever.

But I just got a call from my
new best friend, Stanton Ward.

As comptroller, he's got
access to discretionary funds,

and he thought it best if
our little operation didn't

"raise any red
flags," is how he put it.

Oh, the putz will probably
be mayor someday.

Good job, Burns.

Hey, Al, just got back
background on Proctor.

Turns out he was an only kid.

One of Dad's regular
hookers turned out

to be a federal agent.

Dad was sent up the river,
Mom had a nervous breakdown,

and poor little Adrian
ended up in foster care.

And Harvey Reynolds?

MURRAY: Proctor killed him.

Looks like they met when
Proctor was investigating

the call girl scandal at
Hudson five years ago.

I think he sensed
Harvey's own damage,

figured he might find a future
use for him, which he did.

Hey.

Uh, hey, Carrie.

Pretty slick move
turning on the camera.

Well, you know
me, Jay. I'm slick.

Although, I will say,
it's a little disturbing

that you could have watched
us any time you wanted.

Why.

Well, I'm a little
embarrassed to tell you, Jay.

But you'd have seen two people

in an absolute frenzy,

ravenously
devouring... raw fish.

Whatever happened to my sushi?

Oh, something came up.

You still up for it?

I'm always up for it.

I do have a question, though.

Two hours alone in a room
with an undergraduate call girl.

Three hours.

Even better. What happened?

We talked.

What, did you give
her life advice? No.

She gave me advice, actually.

What kind of advice?

The kind you don't ask
for but you get anyway.

Fine.

Are you planning
on taking her advice?

You'll be the first to know.

♪ While we are young
♪ Let's fall in love

♪ Let's fall in love

♪ Let's fall in love

♪ Let's fall in love.

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