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In New York City's
war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued by the detectives

of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

Sammie says
if I wanna make friends

I have to look
like I belong.

Uh-huh.

You have to bring
all your good jewelry?

You brought
all your watches.

It's them.

Oh, okay.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Did I tell you that Bernard
is going to introduce me

to the Donald?

About 50 times.

I prefer A Hero's Journey.
It's...

It's so much more
involving.

Bernard, the concept
of heroes and villains

is so dated.

More champagne.

Bernard.

That German guy...

just invited me
to the Hamptons this weekend.

Ooh.

Well,
you could do worse.

He owns a shipyard.

Bernard...tell Marcel
to leave me alone.

Sammie!
I want to dance.

They pretend
not to like each other.

I suppose they think
I'll be jealous.

I'm about to pass out
on my feet.

Oh, oh!
Honey...

Well, I can fix that.

Come with me.

We're not talking
about drugs, are we?

We're talking
espresso, my friend!

Oh, drugs
are for people

who don't know
how to have a good time.

Russ.

Uh, yeah?

Your report looked
a little screwy,

so I ran the numbers.

Whoa! Heh.

Good catch.
Thanks.

You okay?

Uh, yeah.
Just, uh, caught a bug.

You need to party less,
buddy.

Where's Monica?
I have her drink.

Oh, she's in
the powder room.

Can't shake that flu.

I got it myself.

Aww.

Oh, my God!

We have
to get out of here.

What is it?
What's wrong?
- Come on!

I'll get Bernard.

Monica!
Monica, what's wrong?!

Tell me!
No! No!

No! Oh, no!
Oh, no!

No!

They been squatting here
since last week.

Every time I try
to get 'em out,

the lady takes
a swing at me.

Police, open up.

Come on, you junkies.
Get out of here.

Okay, lady,
get your clothes.

Sir.

Sir?

My husband is a very
important bank president.

Don't touch him!
He needs his rest!

His final rest.

He's D.O.A.

Sweetie?

Honey?

Honey? Wake up!

All they had
were their skivvies.

Turns out Mr. Corbett's
a bank president

from Grand Rapids,
missing since last Thursday.

Mr. Moody's a lawyer
for the bank.

What was Mr. Corbett
doing in the city?

He was on a six-month stint
at our corporate office.

Any drug incidents
in his personnel file?

No. I don't know why
they'd be at the hotel.

The bank leased him
a very nice townhouse

on the West Side.

Thanks.

From townhouse
to flophouse.

Fresh tracks.

Look at these bruises.

It's probably
from being beaten.

And then there's thisinteresting crescent-shaped cut

on his arm.

You got a timeline
on his drug use?

He's a new recruit.

Cause of death was
respiratory arrest

from an overdose.

His tan is even
between his fingers.

Spray on.

He got his eyebrows
waxed.

I doubt he picked up
metrosexual grooming tips

in Grand Rapids.

There was a party.

They didn't see it.

Who--who
didn't see it?

Russ.

Where's Russ?

Mrs. Corbett,
you said "they"?

Sammie, Bernard,
they didn't see it.

She's lucky to be alive.

The amount of heroin
in her system

should have been
enough to kill her.

To kill her?

They might have
used heroin

to chemically restrain them
over the long weekend.

While their nice townhouse
sat empty.

This is one of our most
distinguished properties.

It was designed
by Stanford White--

Oh, my God.
Oh, no!

Somebody had a busy weekend.

This--this place
was a masterpiece.

Look, they even
took the light fixtures.

I see.

Yeah, I've never
seen a burglary

quite like this one.

I--I think they
actually stole the toilet.

Something was up here.

The Venus ceiling.

Venus on a half shell.

Yeah, it was a one-of-a-kind
pressed tin ceiling.

I'm gonna call my office.

Same story upstairs.

They took everything
but the light bulbs.

Everything in five days.

Even Venus.

The neighbor saw a truck
parked out front all weekend.

Maybe a half dozen guys.
Nobody said boo.

Car, watches, china, art.

This gang
used the whole buffalo.

Anybody at the bank
know who the Corbetts

were socializing with?

They hooked up with
some party crowd

a couple weeks
after getting here.

Corbett started
missing meetings.

His work got sloppy.

Fast lane
isn't for everybody.

Phone records?
Lot of calls
to no-name cell phones.

Nice.

Shouldn't be too hard
to unload this stuff.

Well, yeah.

They'd get
the best price

from someone restoring
a Stanford White building.

This website tracks
renovations

of architecturally important
buildings in the city.

You just passed it.
Harlem.

Stanford White row house.

138th Street.

It is beautiful,

but since it's not
original to the house,

I'm not interested.

You sure there's no
tin ceiling in this house?

Positive.

Just...

There's a cone nail.
A new cone nail.

That's what they used
for tin ceilings.

That nail is probable cause
for a search warrant.

So you can tell us now

or after we slap on
the handcuffs.

Okay, look, I didn't know
that the ceiling was stolen.

I just got a call yesterday.
I went to take a look.

It was exquisite.

Who were they?

I don't know.
Two guys.

I met 'em in SoHo,
corner of Crosby and Howard.

They had it
in a blue van.

And you didn't
think it was stolen?

We'll get somebody
over here.

Keep an eye on Venus
till she can be transported.

He's only here for three months,but he's very eager for company.

Now, what about
that other thing?

Marcel--

Don't question me.

You make the big
screw-ups.

Those hicks
should be dead.

What are you doing
with that watch?

I like it.

You better not
let him see you--

You're the one
to be careful.

Look at you, Hilary.

An old whore
with no tricks.

No blue van.

A boot scraper.

You know, the cut
on Russ Corbett's arm...

Dried blood.

Sounds like a party.

I am so sorry.

I don't know what happened.

We'll set up
another appointment?

Uh, excuse me.

Was there a party
in this building

last Thursday night?

The police--just the people
I wanna talk to.

Come with me.

Look at this.

They even took the faucets.

Have you ever seen
anything like this?

Matter of fact...

Where are the owners?

In South America.

He's been subletting it
to this screenwriter,

Wes Banyon.

Uh-huh, and where
is he now?

M.I.A.

And three months late
on his rent.

I got permission
to show the place.

Today I come in,
find this.

Loose fan belt.

Pry marks.

They tried to move it.

The screenwriter--
describe him.

Mid-30s, black hair,
goatee.

Ooh.

Fade out, Mr. Banyon.

Talked to Wes
three weeks ago.

Got him a rewrite job.
No can do.

Busy on a spec script.
A big secret.

Now this.
Very upsetting.

All right, Mr. Potter.
Thank you very much.

Very important voice.
Tragic.

Broken up--very.

Rest of the body
turned up.

The M.E. matched
this head to a body

that they found
in Staten Island last week.

Head and hands
had been cut off.

Now, the body is bruised,
probably from a fight.

Fits with
the cause of death.

Blunt force trauma
to the back of the head.

Except for finding
his head...

he might never
have been identified.

Eames.

1985?

No kidding.
Thank you very much.

A banker,
a screenwriter,

and now a missing heiress.

Latent found a fresh print
on the vegetable bin.

Belongs to
a Hilary Marsden.

Her parents reported her missingin 1985.

In Hong Kong.

God, my parents spent a fortunetrying to find my sister.

If Hilary were alive,
she would have contacted us.

There's no mistake, Mala.

It's her fingerprint,
and it's recent.

The missing persons report

mentions Hilary
was getting married?

Yeah. She called us
from Hong Kong.

Said she had
met her soul mate,

and she sounded so happy.

Then we didn't
hear from her again.

That must have been
hard for you, huh?

You were young when
your sister disappeared.

It must have made the world

a frightening place
for you, huh?

Is this supposed to be her?

You know...older,
blonder.

I saw that woman
at a party a few weeks ago.

I didn't think
it could be Hilary.

I just...couldn't
get her out of my head.

Whose party was it?

Um, a friend gave my name
to a party service.

They fax me
invitations, and...

I meet a lot
of interesting people.

Sometimes they buy my art.

Her name's Hilary Marsden,
Mr. Fremont, with a "D."

She might be blonde now.

Sorry, I don't recognize her.

What about your guest list
database?

Maybe she's on it.

Uh, this way.

We have thousands
of names.

If I like someone's
look or personality,

I add them to our list.

Uh, Sammie,
I need you to find

a number for
these detectives.

Hilary Marsden,
with a "D."

You know, Sammie...

we--we met someone
who has friends

named Sammie
and Bernard.

I'm Bernard.

Who's been
talking about us?

Your friend
Monica Corbett.

Monica and, uh...
ah, Russ.

We added them
to our list because

Russ has a goodish
sort of job.

You aren't
friendly with them?

They're very polite,
but, uh...

they're not our sort.

Oh, I think that they
want to be your sort.

He wax--he waxes
his eyebrows.

He also copies

your spray-on tan.

Detective,
you outed him.

He pays a lot of money
for that tan.

I hate my English pallor!

Russ is very
smitten with Bernard.

He has a boy crush on him.

Oh, Sammie thinks that everyoneis madly in love with me.

Oh, I--I'm afraid to ask.

Has...something happened
to Russ and Monica?

Oh, yes.
They were abducted.

And, uh...drugged.

While their townhouse
was being stripped.

Are they...all right?

Monica's in
a psychiatric ward,

and Russ died
of a heroin overdose.

So, no, they're
not all right.

How 'bout that database?

The loft was rented toa screenwriter named Wes Banyon.

Do you know him?

No.

Is there someone else
back here?

Blonde woman?

That was me.

No, no, no.
She was...

she was at
the fax machine.

There's only Sammie,
Marcel, and me.

I didn't find
a Hilary Marsden.

Is this yours too?

Salon AKS

on Madison Avenue.

It's for
chemically damaged hair.

You dye your hair?

Sammie...tell the truth.

Bernard insists my hair

be a very particular
shade of blonde.

I make so few demands.

Tell Monica
that we're very sorry

for her misfortune,
Detective...

Goren.

Goren, Eames.

20 years of hair salons

says that's not
a dye job.

But somebody who went
from brunette to blonde

would need
a special conditioner.

Bernard looked like
he knew our names.

Don't flatter yourself.

Yes, Hil's my client.

She used to be
a very pretty girl.

Why? Something
happen to her?

She's had a lot of work.

Figure enhancements,
facial...restructuring.

And, my God, what
we do to her hair.

She's very finicky
about the color.

What'd she talk about
when she was in the chair?

She's in real estate.

She's always asking me
if I know any clients

who are looking
for short-term rentals.

High-end clients
from out of town?

I get referrals
from the best hotels.

You have an address
or a number for her?

I messengered some products
to her,

to a Chinese restaurant
on Mott Street.

She lives upstairs.

My sister?

She saw you at a party.

How did you get
back in the country?

My mother's Irish.
We have dual citizenship.

I use my Irish passport.

I didn't want
to deal with my parents.

They spent a lot of money
to find you.

I'm sure they did.

And I'm sure
they couldn't care less.

You told them you were
marrying your soul mate.

That didn't work out,
that's all.

My partner has famously
bad taste in men.

Married liars.
That's my...special torture.

Oh, it's nothing
like that.

The man I fell
in love with

is the most fascinating,
intelligent, sensitive--

The problem was me.

And do you know him?

He's a writer.
Wes Banyon.

He--he wanted
to sublet his loft.

You've been in his loft?

Yeah, I do a very
detailed inspection

of every property
I represent.

Why, did he say
I did something wrong?

Wes was murdered.

Every stick of furniture
in his apartment stolen.

Except for the fridge
we found his head in.

Oh, my God.
That's terrible.

Hmm.

You ever meet
these people?

Russ and Monica Corbett?

They were abducted
outside Banyon's loft.

Their place
was stripped too,

floorboards to rafters.

No, I never met them.

You know, I just thought
of the perfect cover

for someone who's scouting
victims for a gang of thieves.

Real estate agent?

You can chat up the marks.

Find out where they live.

Find out how much
money they make.

Size up their furnishings.

Is that what you did

to Wes Banyon?

Corbetts?

I don't know
the Corbetts,

and Wes Banyon didn't have
a pot to piss in.

Are we finished?

Ms. Marsden hired
a lawyer for her sister.

She had a very
plausible explanation

for why her fingerprint was
on Mr. Banyon's refrigerator.

She has
a plausible explanation

for every coincidence.

What are we
dealing with here?

Some kind of Manson family?

If the Manson family
shopped on Madison Avenue.

Marcel, you're almost
out of Creme de Menthe.

Let us toast.

To no more mistakes.

We've been making mistakes,

and when I say "we,"
I mean you.

You let that woman live,
Hilary.

That was a mistake.

But not a stupid mistake.

You make stupid mistakes!

Leaving a severed head
where police can find it.

Letting Hilary get caught.

Who...needs her?

The old whore!

But Sammie

had the brilliant idea

of contacting Mala

to get Hilary
out of jail.

We're lucky Mala's
our sort.

Bernard...

I--I can't move my arms.

Ah, let me help you.

You...

Mala, come here.

Did I tell you
how pretty you look tonight?

Now take both ends
of the tie.

Uh-huh.

See how little pressure
it takes to kill a man?

Oh, she's a natural.

I met Hilary at
the Four Seasons hotel.

She invited me
to a gallery opening.

Where you met
Bernard and Sammie?

Yes.

Russ and I,
it was our dream

to come and live
in New York.

Bernard and Sammie
were a part of that dream.

Bernard ever
talk about his life?

No.

Whenever we would ask
him a direct question,

he'd make a joke.

A joke?

He'd say,

"Soon you'll know more

than you everwanted to know about me," or...

"You'll brag to your friends
that you knew me."

She can't remember
how she got in the hotel,

who drugged her?

We started pulling
robbery-homicide cold cases

involving out-of-towners.

Two years ago,
Belgian couple,

rented house in Connecticut,

came to the city
for a big weekend.

Found unconscious
in Central Park.

They'd been
doped with roofies

while their house
was being gutted.

Here's another one.

Australian executive
last summer

found dead off Canal Street
of a heroin overdose.

They hit his rental
in the Hamptons.

Find rich tourists,
dope 'em up, take 'em down.

The only deviation
is Wes Banyon.

We have any background
on these characters?

Bernard's a Brit.

Became a U.S. citizen
by marrying Eileen Fremont

six years ago.

Two years later,
he moved to New York.

His wife
is still in London.

Far as we know,
they're still married.

This is interesting.

From the two-seven aboutan office robbery two weeks ago.

Look who the complainant
names as a suspect.

Wesley Banyon?

Wasn't he already dead
two weeks ago?

Give a man a place to work,
and he steals.

It was like this
when you found it?

The whole place was.

You know what
he was working on?

A screenplay.

He said it would
redefine him in the business.

I saw one page of it.

It had somebody setting
a corpse on fire.

Did he write
with a typewriter?

Yeah, an IBM Selectric.

Sounded like a tank.

That's what
this ribbon's from.

The cartridge
of a Selectric.

Not many places
to unload those.

Turned up at a typewriter storein the Flatiron Building.

Guy there said somebody

who looked like
Bernard's friend Marcel

brought it in.

Got 50 bucks for it.

Have latent
take a look at it.

See what other
prints turn up.

I totally forgot
I need an eye exam.

I'm just copying down
the letters

the same as they are
on the ribbon.

And once we know
what his script is about,

then--then we'll know, uh,
why he was killed.

See, I'd rather know who.

Eames.

Where?

Okay, we'll be there.

Homicide in the West Village.

The witness who found the bodyis asking for "Inspector" Goren.

His name's Marcel Costas.

The manager said this man,
Mr. Fremont,

told him he hadn't heard
from his friend in a few days,

and asked him
to open the apartment.

I didn't know
who else to call.

It's horrible.

Who would do such a thing?

Well, maybe we can think
of some ideas downtown, huh?

If that's an invitation...
accepted.

Marcel and I
met a year ago.

Over ties at Sulka.

He had flawless taste
in neckwear.

You were close friends?

I don't think
it was possible

to be really close
to Marcel.

But he was very loyal.

And, uh, a good
extra man at dinner.

Though he never really
favored the ladies.

Marcel liked to maintain

the illusion that he
was straight, but I know

that he preferred the...
rough types.

But you--you're married.

Yes.

To dear, sweet Eileen.
She lives in London.

She look like Sammie--
busty, you know,

cheekbones, blonde?

What a peculiar question.

We just know that
you favor that type.

One--one of the girls,
she dyed her hair.

She went under the knife
to look more like your type.

What was her name?
Hilary Marsden?

Her again?

I do not know her.

Uh...

You speak another language?

Well, some French,
of course.

And Italian and--

No, no, another,
like an Asian language.

No, because I noticedyou have a slight glottal stop.

Very good, detective.

My father was in the foreign
service in Taiwan.

And I learned Mandarin
in grammar school.

Chinese.
Really?

You know,
that's a coincidence.

We have a Chinese restaurant
we go to lunch at.

They're goofin' with me.

The name is in Chinese.

And they won't tell me
the name of their restaurant.

Do you think you could
tell me what it is?

"Uncle Shanghai's
Fragrant Kitchen."

Uncle Shanghai's
Fragrant Kitchen.

Could you say it in Chinese?

Good day.

For your amusement...

Saang hai suo suo
shaang tsu fang.

Now you have absolutely
everything you need from me.

You hit a nerve.

But which one?

He spoke Chinese
with an accent.

But not a European accent.

With the accent...

of another Asian language.

Bangkwang Prison?

Yeah, in Thailand.

That's his accent.
That's where Bernard grew up.

That's where
he learned Chinese.

The script that Wes Banyon
was writing...

It's about Bernard.

Let him have his fun.

It's the only way
to keep a man.

Come on, it's a party,
not a wake.

Hilary, Bernard
is taking me to Miami!

There's a bikini sale
at Bergdorf's!

Oh, you can both take her
shopping tomorrow, hmm?

You know what I like.

Bangkok Times, 1988.

Ah, my skin's
already crawling.

I see Nicole Wallace.

And is that who
I think it is with her?

Bernard Fremont.

A.K.A. Thierry Gervais.

Just after they were
arrested for murder

at the Bangkok airport.

Fremont's French,
he's not British.

He grew up in Thailand.
He was Nicole's boyfriend.

He taught her how to kill.

He's the school of murder.

"Mr. Gervais,
alias Bernard Fremont,

was released from prison
after serving eight years."

And Nicole served 10

for the same murders.

Ms. Wallace didn't have
a well-connected

American heiress greasing
the wheels of justice

on her behalf.

What have you come up with
on Marcel's murder?

Drugged with Rohypnol
before being strangled.

Latent found the prints
of five known male prostitutes

in the bedroom.

We're finding what
Bernard wants us to find.

Monica Corbett survived.

You found Mr. Banyon's head.

He didn't
make those mistakes.

That's why Marcel is dead.
It's punishment.

Then find a mistake
he did make.

And, by the way,
I'm sure it's occurred to you

he might be in touch
with... Nicole Wallace?

The tourist murders
in Thailand

all have the same M.O.

Except for Bernard and Nicole
getting caught at the airport

with the passports
of two victims,

they were perfect crimes.

"Her betrayal"?

Who betrayed who?

When Bernard was arrested
at the airport,

where were the passports?

He was traveling
with Nicole.

The passports were found

in their...luggage.

Seems like a rookie mistake.

Unless they were set up.

Hilary met him

in 1985?

Her "soul mate."

Three years later,
he's with Nicole.

Hilary was jealous.

She planted the passports.

Then she
rescued him from jail.

She's still
in love with him.

I wonder if she knows
Nicole's been in New York.

Old jealousies never die.

Yeah!

Thank you.

He's just training her,
that's all.

Yeah, well,
I don't like her.

I don't like the way
she looks at me.

Well, this is a surprise.

You said you didn't know
Hilary Marsden.

Well, my friends know me
as Hilary Dobbs, so...

We just saw your sister.

With Bernard.
They look pretty chummy.

Well, if you're just
here to harass us--

You, know, uh...

Bernard...he told us
that he thinks that, uh,

it was one of Marcel's
dates that killed him.

We were hoping
you could

come down to the station,
look at some photos.

We never really met
any of Marcel's dates.

You know, we'd really
like to close this case.

Bernard was so sure
that it was one of them.

He'd love to know

you helped us.

I met them.

Marcel was more open with me.
I'll look at the photos.

Sammie--
Come on.

Come on, Hilary.

I don't recognize any of them,
I told you.

This one.

I saw him with Marcel maybe
three weeks ago at a party.

Marcel said he was
a real lowlife.

That's what
he liked about him.

-Really?
-Well, that's Detective Carmine.

I doubt he's been
hustling on the side.

You were right.

Hilary knew better.

Better training,
more experience.

Bernard taught you
all the tricks.

You must be
the one he loves.

He loves me more.

Shut up.
They're playing us.

I don't care, it's true.
He's my soul mate.

We're gonna be married.

Well, he's Hilary's
soul mate too.

Isn't that right,
Hilary?

He'd never marry her.
He makes fun of her.

All the work she's had.

How her boob job
came out crooked.

Well, if you're
his soul mate,

what's he doing
with Hilary's sister?

He's using her.

Will you shut up?

Hilary, it--

Why don't you get up,
go back downstairs?

No, I'm not going
without Sammie.

No, see, you are leaving
and she's staying.

A little thing about
lying to the police.
Hilary...

She doesn't know anything.

Marcel did the Corbetts.

Bernard didn't know
anything about it.

And Wes Banyon,
Bernard was working with him,

and Marcel got
insanely jealous

and he killed Banyon.

Marcel was unstable.

He was a danger to Bernard,
so...

So I killed him.

Bernard and Sammie
had nothing to do with it.

Sammie, let's go.

Well, that was very bold.

You knew that she'd break.

Implicate Bernard.

But you don't believe that
we actually think

he's innocent, do you?

We know all about
his work in Thailand.

He paid his debt.
He earned his freedom.

You earned it for him.

It must kill you
to see him with Sammie,

and Mala.

Well, at least he's not
with Nicole.

Those tactics
might work on Sammie.

They won't work on me.

You know, we found out that
plastic surgery in Thailand

is very cheap.

Is that what you did
while you were waiting for him

to get out of...jail?

You knew that he
was missing Nicole.

So...you remade yourself

in the image
of his true soul mate?

He just likes blondes.

Do you know why
he's here in New York?

'Cause Nicole is here.

He knows that.

And that's how
he knows our names.

From newspaper clippings
of the work that she did here.

It's a shame.

After you tried to get rid
of her all those years ago.

What are you talking about?

When they were arrested
at the airport in Thailand

with the passports
you planted in the luggage.

Me? I was 400 miles away in
Phuket when they got arrested.

Nicole put the passports
in the suitcase.

She wanted
Bernard arrested.

She wanted to leave him,
but she was afraid

that would come after her!

So she got herself
arrested with him?

Well, I'm sure that
wasn't part of the plan, no.

No, no.

He taught her
everything she knew.

She was loyal to him.

Don't you know her at all?

About her father?

Nicole hates men.

Okay, you're right.
She would turn on him.

Does he know?

She's his creation.

He thinks she's perfect.
Poor Bernard.

"Poor Bernard."
He's a monster.

A monster?

Look at him.

He comes to New York.

Everybody wants to know him.

Everybody wants
to be his friend.

Because he's special.

He makes you feel special.

And that is the story
that Wes Banyon

was hired to write!

A Hero's Journey.

Hilary, don't throw
your life away.

It's done!
Marcel and I did the killings.

Now I want a lawyer.

If she wants to fall
on your sword for Mr. Fremont,

who are we to stop her?

Alone or not,

she's murdered
at least three people

that we know of.

Banyon was writing
Bernard's life story.

I don't think
he got what he--

he bargained for.

"I treat killing
like a business,

"as impersonal...

as a handshake."

Now, does that sound
like the words of a hero?

It's absurd.
I live here, minding the laws.

Making an honest living.

Can't say the same
for your friends.

We had Hilary Marsden--
Dobbs, whatever--

in here.

She gave this statement.

Love makes some people
commit outrageous acts

in the name of loyalty.

I'm curious
about this screenplay

that Wes Banyon wrote
about you.

It was excellent.

It was...mythic.

Mythic?
Mm-hmm.

I'd love to read it.

Wes wouldn't
let me have a copy.

He made me come
to his office to read it.

Did it mention the languages
that you speak?

And my travels and my trysts

with the most beautiful women
in the Far East.

Your good taste in clothes.

In all things.

And my uncanny ability

to always
come out on top.

Except for your
eight years in prison.

A judicial mistake
that I corrected.

I don't dwell.
I move forward.

Is Nicole in it?

She'd have to be.

Have you heard
from her lately?

Nicole is a fugitive.

Thanks to you two.

And, no, she'd never put me
in that kind of danger.

She's...very protective.

Well, you'd be very proud
of your star pupil.

I can't take the credit.

She's a...natural.

She's very adept
in poisons.

Is that something
that you taught her?

I'll take a pass on that.

I've asked myself

what she would have
been like if...

if she'd never
run into you.

I guess not very different.

As they say, detective,

nature will out.

I'd love to see
how Banyon portrayed her

in the screenplay.

Wes...

did our relationship
justice.

He made it "mythic."

Oh, like giants
straddling the world.

We haven't been
completely honest with you.

We do have a copy
of the script.

Where would you have
possibly found it?

In Hilary's apartment.

She found it
cleaning out Wes' office

after you killed him.

Ohh, you little liars.

In her statement,

Hilary said
that Marcel killed Wes.

We weren't honest
about that, either.

That's not really
Hilary's statement.

She broke.

She implicated you
in all of the murders,

including Wes'.

I don't believe it.

I know her.

And I don't believe that that'sthe script that Wes wrote.

Well...

"I gave Nikki the courage tobecome who she was meant to be.

Murder makes her complete."

The hag!

I can't believe
she kept a copy.

Wes has you saying,

"I treat killing
like a business,

as impersonal
as a handshake."

I never said that.

He makes you out to be

nothing more
than, you know,

murderer and thief,
you know, with...

There's nothing
about language.

Nothing about
your taste in clothes.

There's nothing about giants--

what was it--
straddling the world!

He took everything
out of context.

Uh, here's my
favorite line.

He has one of
your girls saying,

"I'm tired
of sleeping with him.

"He smells bad,
and he's lazy.

He's not much
of a man anymore."

Liar, liar!

He twisted every confidence.

I paid him to write
A Hero's Journey!

And he just wrote about
how you used people.

They used me.

Those Sammies and Marcels
were nothing

before I came along!

Oh, empty carcasses,

devoid of dreams
and ambition.

And you bent them
to your will to commit

unspeakable acts.

Uh, your charisma...

God, it must have
been astonishing.

Oh.

I was so beautiful.

You should have seen me.

I had...a perfect body.

And that's why the movie
was so important to you.

I was raised
in the slums.

Look how far I've come.

My life is the stuff
of legend.

Banyon, he wrote the truth.
He didn't write legend.

He was so smug.

He said that he could write
anything he wanted about me.

That's when you hit him?

It was a reflex
to his bad manners.

Nobody deserved it more.

And then you called Hilary
and Marcel and Sammie

to help you
get rid of the body?

Clumsy idiots.

Oh, but you already know
all about that.

We didn't until now.

Hilary never broke.

But you...
have the script.

This is from Wes Banyon's
typewriter.

Not guilty.

People on bail.

Remand, Your Honor.

The defendants are facing
life sentences.

They have hidden monies,
dual citizenships.

They are the definition
of flight risk.

Your Honor, they have
surrendered their passports.

Mr. Fremont wants
to clear his name.

They request
reasonable bail.

Your honor--
- I'll split the difference,
Mr. Carver.

Bail is set at $2 million
for each defendant.

I never got what smiling
is supposed to prove.

Innocent people aren't happy
to get their mug shot taken.

Hilary's sister
bailed him out.

What is it
these women see in him?

The door to another world.

Bernard, please...

Baby...

Bernard, please...

Wait, there was a woman
on the stairs.

She bumped into him,
and then she ran out.

Call EMS.
Secure the area.

There's no pulse.

Nicole?

Maybe poisons was a lesson
he should have skipped.

He showed her the door
to another world.

And she repaid
the favor.