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Can you get these downtown for me?

Hey, we don't allow dogs in here.

I'm here to report my wife missing.

Your name?

My name is Robert Durst.

Your wife's name?

Kathie.

Or Kathleen.

What makes you think she's missing?

I have not heard from my wife in five days.

- Five days? - Yeah.

Which is not completely unusual.

My wife is very busy with medical school.

The last time I saw her

was at our lake house in South Salem.

We had...

an argument,

and she asked to go on a train back to Manhattan,

so I put her on one.

The last time we spoke was later that night

when she got home to the apartment.

How's your marriage?

It's fine.

My wife has a drinking problem.

She saw a therapist for a while.

She stopped that, too.

Okay, uh, we're gonna need phone numbers

for your immediate relatives...

I don't have any of them.

What do you do, Mr. Durst?

I am in real estate.

My father is...

Seymour Durst.

How about a photo of your wife?

Yeah.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Okay.

All right.

Fill that out.

For an official missing persons investigation,

you've gotta meet some criteria.

You're not there yet.

I'll make a few calls and get back to you.

In the meantime, if you hear from

or you see your wife,

you give us a call.

Okay.

We running a kennel now, Struk?

Who was that?

A rich asshole.

Just came in to file a missing persons on his wife.

Sounds like a runaway spouse situation.

What was the guy's name?

Durst.

Robert Durst.

Real estate.

Durst?

His family owns half of Manhattan.

Good evening, Mr. Durst.

Good evening, Edward.

Is Mrs. Durst coming?

I don't know.

Hello?

Jim, it's Bob.

Hey, Bob. How are ya?

I just got back from the police station.

Police station?

I just reported Kathie missing.

Bob, I don't understand.

I have to go now, Jimmy.

I'm sorry.

Bob...

Call me if you see Kathie, please

No, Bob...

Bob? Bob...

All right. Are you good?

Yeah.

It's actually not that heavy,

don't you think?

Yeah, you got the light end.

Okay, so it's just on my left here.

- Okay. - Yup.

- Your left? - Uh-huh.

Okay...

Okay.

What do you think?

I'm gonna paint the whole place yellow.

What a surprise. Your favorite color.

You gonna be okay

all alone in the big city?

Oh, Jimmy.

I'm not a kid anymore.

I'll be fine.

Yeah, I know, I'm just...

New York's an expensive place

for a dental receptionist.

I know. I'll manage.

I'll budget.

You don't have to worry.

Oh, here,

can you take this down for me?

Yes.

Of course, I'm gonna worry about you.

I'm your brother, that's my job.

I know, but how about you don't anymore?

No promises.

I'll see you later.

Okay, see you later.

Thanks for your help.

You got it.

Oh!

- I'm so sorry. - No, I'm sorry.

I didn't see you.

Yeah, apparently not.

You can let go now.

Oh.

Yeah.

I'm not usually that clumsy.

Yeah, I'm not usually that elegant.

You're new in the building, I guess.

So, welcome to the building.

Oh.

Wow.

Oh, you like 'em?

Are those Earth Shoes?

They are.

Do they feel like you're falling backwards

when you walk?

They make me feel like

I'm climbing an endless mountain.

You're funny.

Then she thinks to herself, "This guy's odd."

"He's incredibly charming, but he's odd."

How did you know what I was thinking?

Intuition, I guess.

Welcome to the building.

Thanks.

Okay, well, I'm gonna go now.

Yeah, you should...

get out of here...

Unit 52,

please respond to a 3-11

at West 45th Street and 12th Avenue.

What's your name?

Edward Michaels.

Okay, I'm gonna have to ask you

a couple of questions, Edward.

Yes, sir.

Were you working last Sunday?

Till 6:00 a.m.

Did you see Mrs. Durst that night?

I did.

What time did you see her?

Uh... it was about 11:00.

Was she alone?

Yeah.

You remember if anybody else came to see her that night?

No.

She's always coming and going by herself.

Her and Mr. Durst, I hardly ever see them together.

Okay.

Thank you, Edward.

Oh, it's open.

Oh...

H-hi.

Oh, boy,

that's a lot of yellow.

I like things bright.

Yeah, you definitely do.

Blinding, I would... say.

Um, can I help you? Or are you...

Yeah, I'm here for the rent.

The rent? Do you work for the building...

I own the building.

Oh.

Well, my family owns the... building, and um...

Oh, this is so awkward.

No, no, it-it's okay...

What I meant to say is...

It's okay, I'll go get it.

God...

So, my place is kinda messy,

and I can't find a pen...

Would you like to have lunch with me?

Um... you mean...

now?

Yeah.

I-I'm not dressed.

Neither am I...

Oh...

is that the mayor?

Unfortunately, yeah.

My family has a table

right over there in that corner.

For two today, thank you, Maurice.

I'm sorry, Mr. Durst.

You know we have a dress code.

But I can offer you a jacket and a tie.

I don't want a tie.

I want lunch.

You know the rules, Mr. Durst.

Well, that's okay, we can go...

No, no, no, we're not gonna go.

I can see one right in here, Maurice.

Mr. Durst...

That's right.

That's my name.

If you'd just take the jacket.

Let's just... let's just go.

Let's go.

See, this is more like it.

We got beautiful scenery,

we got nobody telling us what to do...

Did I tell you that I opened

a health food store in Vermont?

Really?

Yeah, yeah, I did.

I got homemade granola,

I got sunflower seeds, I got...

You don't seem like a health nut.

Yeah, you're not the first person in the world

to say that.

My father hates the whole idea, too.

He wants to see me in a suit and tie,

but you know what,

that is my father.

That's him, not me,

you know what I mean, right?

Actually, I don't.

I lost my father years ago.

I watched my mother die.

It was a horrible accident.

I'm so sorry.

She was magic.

You know, my father,

he's got all these buildings,

and he makes these speeches

about how he wants to clean up Times Square,

but I'm telling you, it's...

The place is a dump.

It's all filled with like, hookers and pimps.

In my opinion,

the whole place has gone to the dogs.

Just... to the dogs.

Ruff.

Ruff...

I like the sound of your dog.

That's about as vicious as it gets.

Sure you don't want any?

No.

Do they have to do all that?

Standard procedure.

She was seen here last.

Let's go over that night again.

Again?

Um, okay.

Well, we had an argument,

as I told you.

Your arguments ever get physical?

No.

Never.

And you spoke to her later?

Yes, I called her from a payphone on Route 35

just to see that she was okay.

That's pretty far from your house, isn't it?

I was walking my dog.

And you didn't speak to her the next day?

No, sir, I had some properties to inspect

in Connecticut.

Okay.

Well, thanks for your time.

Thank you.

Do you ever call first?

Only collect.

So, I tried to find one in a blinding yellow,

but this is all I could find.

Yeah...?

Put it on.

The place we're going...

serious dress code.

Did you see that?

Oh, yeah.

I didn't know there were restaurants like this.

Yeah, it's Manhattan.

They got everything.

Everything.

Who's that?

That was...

that was Prudence Farrow.

She's, uh... Mia Farrow's sister.

You know how John Lennon wrote that song

"Dear Prudence"? It's about her.

So, what is it that you do, hmm?

Um, I'm a dental assistant for now.

So you like to see people in pain?

No.

It's a desk job.

It's a job to pay my bills.

But someday, I want to be a nurse.

You know, I'm feeling a little under the weather,

you think you could take care of me?

Where does it hurt?

Everywhere.

You're easy to talk to.

You are, too.

That's not true, at all.

I appreciate the compliment, though.

You should come with me to Vermont.

What?

You should come with me to Vermont.

You don't want to do this job

that you're talking about,

and I think you could come to the store with me.

We could work together, and...

- Yeah. - You're serious.

I'm serious, yeah.

Listen to me,

this place has got to be seen to be believed.

I mean, it's beautiful.

Not as beautiful as you are, of course.

But honestly...

It's happening.

I... I can't.

Why not?

'Cause I'm just starting a life here.

Okay, so start a new one with me.

We go and be hippies together in Vermont.

We can grow our own food,

we can have nobody telling us what to do.

You know what,

we can walk around naked together if we wanted,

and John Lennon can write songs about us,

how about that?

We'll live.

Well, think about it.

You think about it.

Come on. Here we go.

Thank you.

For what?

The flowers.

Oh, I think those are for the dog.

I feel so free up here.

Yeah. Me too.

It's a little better with you here, I will say.

Just a little.

Hi.

I'm so sorry.

So sad.

Ugh, it's depressing,

and not good for business.

Igor!

Igor!

Igor!

We'll never find him like this.

He'll come back.

Igor!

Igor!

Igor!

Igor!

Stop it, Bobby.

Bobby, stop it.

Stop it!

It's not funny!

You're not a dog.

I was trying to...

It's okay.

I get it.

I understand.

Bobby?

I don't have to do nothing.

Bobby...

Hey, what's wrong?

It's my father.

He wants me to go work for him back in New York.

You don't have to, do you?

"Have to..." Kathie, it's not about have to,

it's about need,

and I need that money of his.

You don't need the money.

You can stay here...

Sweetheart, you don't understand, okay?

Without that guy, I'm gonna be cut off,

and without him, I have nothing.

I have nothing.

You have me.

Right?

Struk, check out what I found out, man.

The wife Kathie,

she had a divorce lawyer.

Apparently, Durst wouldn't agree to a settlement,

even though he's worth millions.

Wouldn't even give her 400,000.

And then there's the dogs.

There's like five or six dogs that died or disappeared on him.

How do six of your dogs disappear suddenly?

We gotta get the phone records for his apartment

and his office at Durst headquarters.

I'll call the D.A.

Oh, hey, uh,

I think you got some visitors.

Is anyone going to talk to us?

Come on, you'd better hurry up.

What is happening?

Seriously, this is not a missing persons case,

this is a murder investigation!

Why hasn't Bobby Durst been arrested?

How do you all know Kathie?

We went to nursing school together.

I'm Gilberte Najamy.

This is Ellen Strauss and Eleanor Schwank.

We're her best friends.

Why has no one talked to us?

Yeah, it's complete incompetence.

Yeah!

We're investigating.

Investigating what?

Isn't it obvious that he did it?

Have you traced their calls?

We're waiting on those records.

It's been a month.

Ladies, we're doing everything we can.

Oh, come on, Kathie was afraid that Bobby would kill her.

Yeah.

Have you even searched their South Salem house?

No, because my jurisdiction is New York City,

where she was last seen alive.

No, she was never even in New York.

We have a witness who says he saw her at the penthouse.

No, I don't believe it.

I was on that train for days,

handing out her picture,

asking if anyone had seen her,

and nobody did.

And look,

I found this in his trash.

You went through his garbage?

Yeah, I did.

The day I knew she was gone.

You realize what you were doing?

Uh, yeah, I do.

I'm doing your job.

"10:00 a.m. Ridgefield coffee."

2:00 p.m. Bought boots.

"Tuesday, 7:00 a.m. South Salem..."

This is an itinerary.

Yeah. For an alibi.

He was throwing out her letters, unopened,

the day after she disappeared.

Oh, my...

Bob, this is where you grew up?

Let's have a toast.

My sons...

It's good to have you home.

There is a, um...

a traditional order to things.

My father passed this company on to me.

One day, I will pass it on to you.

In order for me to do that,

you will learn the business as I did,

from the bottom up.

But first,

go get your hair cut.

This foolishness ends now.

You look like a gaggle of dropouts.

Pardon me.

- Jesus, Bobby. - What?

Thank you, Pop. Thank you.

We've been humpin' this case for over a month.

The Durst family putting any pressure on the Chief

to find this girl?

No one told me to find her or lay off.

If I'm Seymour Durst,

I'd be doing everything I could to find my daughter-in-law.

The guy hasn't done shit.

Maybe they didn't like her.

Hey, you got those phone records yet?

No, I don't know what's taking so long.

What about Durst?

He stopped returning my calls.

Wanna get him in for a poly?

We could try.

I'm looking for Detective Struk.

Speaking.

This is Attorney Nick Scoppetta.

I've been retained by Robert Durst.

All calls concerning my client

will now go through me.

Good.

I got a few things I'd like to ask Mr. Durst.

Me first.

Are you going to arrest my client?

No, but I'd like to talk to him some more.

Mr. Durst would like to help,

but he's very busy.

There's nothing more he can add

to what he's already told you.

How about a poly?

A polygraph?

Are you seriously asking me that?

I did, just now.

My client has done nothing

to warrant such an invasion of his privacy.

You have any questions, you call me.

Yeah.

Durst just lawyered up.

Hello, Kathie.

Hi.

Your home is... really beautiful.

It's mixed emotions here.

We moved into this house

after the suicide of our mother.

Suicide?

I thought she fell.

Oh, I'm...

I didn't know, I'm sorry.

You seem like a nice girl.

Are you happy with Bob?

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

He's great.

Vermont was great.

You know, he didn't want to come back here.

Well, Bob can be odd.

You never know with him, what's real and what isn't.

Do you know where he is?

Uh, yeah, he had to go away somewhere

for a few days.

Never told you where, did he?

No.

He does that.

Just... disappears.

You take care, Kathie.

Hello, Kathie?

Kathie!

Hey!

Yeah! Yeah, the barbecue's fired up.

We went fishing.

We've been playin' cards.

Ma's cooking up a storm, yeah.

Ah, I'm sure.

It sounds wonderful.

Wish you were here.

On your birthday.

You and Bob havin' a good time?

Yeah.

Yeah, we're great.

Wonderful.

Say hi to the family for me, okay?

Yeah, sure will.

Happy Birthday, Kathie.

From all of us.

Thanks Jimmy.Bye.

Where have you been?

Uh, business.

For days?

You couldn't have called me?

Well, you know, sweetheart,

sometimes, I just have to get away from...

them.

You know?

But you know I'm always here for you.

Always.

You didn't honestly think that I forgot, did you?

Oh, my God.

What is this?

A collar.

Wait, no, it's a joke.

Honey, it's a joke.

Just wait, wait...

Come on, atta boy.

Who is this?

This is Igor.

What, the same name?

Yeah, the same name.

You love that name, don't you, buddy?

Igor...

Igor.

Igor the Second?

Well, the Third, technically, yeah.

The first one got hit by a car, so...

Well...

I'm glad you're here, Igor.

Happy Birthday, baby.

Come on...

Oh, my gosh...

Oh, my gosh!

You like it?

This is ours?

This is all, all ours, yeah.

This is amazing!

Oh, my...

It's all ours?

It's all ours.

How can I help you?

Susan Berman,

for Robert and Kathie Durst.

Hey, Susan, tell my brother

about some of those crazy stories.

Oh, okay.

I'm a writer.

Mainly non-fiction.

I started as a reporter,

but now I write mainly about my life.

My father was a gangster.

So, Suzy's father was Bugsy Siegel's right hand,

so when Bugsy got whacked,

her father took over the whole deal,

isn't that right?

- Mm-hmm. - Wow.

So, how do you two know each other?

They went to college together.

Yeah, Bobby is my oldest, very best friend.

I would lay down in traffic for this guy.

Hmm.

Well, growing up in a mob, that must have been interesting.

Mm-hmm.

My father was a wonderful man.

I never actually knew what he did

until I was much older.

But you know,

I didn't exactly have a normal childhood.

My mother made me duck in the limo

driving through Las Vegas,

and I could never understand why.

Oh, Bobby!

Bobby, I didn't tell you.

I went to see a psychic last week.

She said that I was gonna die by a bullet.

Can you believe that?

I've always been afraid of dying violently.

Mm-hmm.

Sounds like your life, Suzy.

What are you talking about?

I should get back to Long Island.

What, do you gotta get home, update that tackle box, Jimmy?

That's right, Bob.

That is...

that's exactly right.

Uh, well, it was nice meeting you.

Look out for my book.

I'm gonna call it, "Easy Street" by Susan Berman.

What do you think, Bobby?

Okay.

All right.

Thanks for coming.

You're welcome. Thanks for having me.

She's, uh...

So much.

They're fun, come on.

- All right, I love you. - I love you, too.

I understand your concern.

Isn't there something you can do?

We have to be patient.

People don't just disappear.

Can the police be pushed at all?

They don't seem to be doing anything,

and Bobby doesn't seem to want to help.

Bobby is very upset.

Oh, is he?

He's got a fine way of showing it,

telling the papers that Kathie's been doing drugs,

dragging her name through the mud like that?

He's not talking to the press now.

Why isn't he talking to the police?

Couldn't you hire a private investigator?

Wouldn't you do that for one of your own?

Kathie was like a daughter to me.

"Was"?

Was. Is.

What? Am I being interrogated?

No, Mr. Durst, we just need your help.

If it was your daughter,

you would do everything you could to find her,

but you just don't care.

- I... - What's going on?

It's about Kathie.

This discussion is over.

What? No...

Why won't you help us?

I said, the meeting is over.

No, please!

Is it that bad?

No.

You just look different.

He's always telling me what to do.

How to look, how to feel.

How to walk, how to...

It's okay, it's good.

You look handsome.

I've got a crazy idea.

What is it?

How about you and me get hitched?

What?

I'm the best me when I'm with you.

So, what do you say, Kathie McCormack?

Yes.

Yes.

Sounds like our song...

When would you go then?

Long weekend maybe.

I think it's two weeks, just outside of Chicago.

Yeah, I told him I'd visit him in Chicago.

This is for the newlyweds.

Oh.

Thank you.

On the house.

We need a bill.

Would you like a bite, my husband?

Your husband would adore a bite,

new wife.

Oh!

Now I want revenge.

Oh...

Oh, good. That's good.

Split it?

Um... of course.

What are you doing, Dad?

What am I doing?

Yeah.

I am paying my bill,

that's what I'm doing.

- It's okay. - No, Mom.

We'll pay, right?

I can pay for my own meal,

and yours.

It's okay, honey,

I don't need a handout.

Congratulations.

I am...

I'm late for a meeting.

Douglas speaking.

Douglas speaking.

Bob?

Knock it off, asshole.

You got a problem there, Doug?

Hmm?

You got a problem?

No?

Okay.

Okay.

Finally!

I've been waiting for over an hour.

You look pale.

You need a drink.

I need a lot more than a drink.

Tell me about it,

It took me three Valium and five Bloody Marys

to get through all the stories about you

in the papers, Bobby.

Gimme a break, okay,

you know that that's crazy, all that stuff.

They're animals, they'll print anything.

It's even on the news.

Prudence Farrow, Bobby, really?

She's a second-rate celebrity.

Okay, John Lennon wrote the song "Dear Prudence"

about that woman, and I...

So, that's a reason to sleep with her?

You know, you're impressed by stupid things.

Listen to me, I know that...

I know that the affair was not a good idea,

but it is over now, okay?

It's over.

Okay.

Okay.

I'm here for you.

How can Suzy help?

We need to get the press off my back.

I need a martini.

And I'm gonna need your phone, please.

Hello? Is this Mr. Thomas from "The New York Times"?

Yes, this is Susan Berman.

I'm calling to tell you

that Bobby's not talking to anyone, I'm sorry.

Just write that he's really heartbroken.

He's honestly unable to cope

with the disappearance of his wife.

Thank you.

"The Post."

Yes, this is Susan Berman.

No, I'm his spokesperson now,

helping him through this difficult time.

Just write that he's really heartbroken...

Really heartbroken.

Thank you.

Okay, next?

That bitch. That bitch is a nightmare.

He's completely distraught,

clinging to the hope that Kathie is still alive.

"The New Yorker" really wants to talk to you.

I'm not talking to anybody.

I'm sorry,

Bobby's not available.

"Distraught."

Thank you.

That went well.

You did good.

Hey.

Hi.

What's going on?

I have good news.

No...

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

You'll learn to love it.

No, I won't.

You will.

You'll be a great father.

No, I will not be a father.

You promised me,

and we promised together,

no kids.

I know, I...

but it-it happened, and...

It will bring us closer together...

Are you kidding?

It will tear us apart, Kathie.

No.

Bobby...

Please, do not... Let me...

You're taking care of this.

Don't make me do that.

You're taking care of this,

that's what you're doing.

You're taking care of this.

Please don't make me...

No.

We discussed this, and you...

I mean, you said to me over and over again...

You promised me!

You don't have to do this.

You can walk out of here right now,

go tell Mom the good news.

That I'm pregnant, and getting divorced?

It's better than getting an abortion.

Leave.

Okay?

You have a baby.

You have a life inside of you.

You will feel a love

like you have never felt before.

Far greater than the love you have for Bobby,

who doesn't want his own child.

How can you love a man that's so selfish?

He's not...

He watched his mother die.

Having a child would make him relive that.

I knew he didn't want it.

I don't want to lose him, Mary.

Mrs. Durst?

Hi.

I took care of it.

Maybe you and I should just get out of here for a while.

Why don't we go someplace

and get a change of scenery or something?

You know?

Whatcha think?

Why are you making that face?

I'm not making a face...

Yes, you are.

You are making a face.

I'm watching you make a face.

What are you talking about?

I am not making a face.

I just killed our baby.

Stop it...

You're telling me...

Stop!

Don't you yell at me like that.

Don't!

Bobby!

Stop it... Stop...

No!

No!

I know it's a fixer-upper,

but, uh...

Come on, huh, that view?

The fireplace, the...

I mean, everything, it's...

Baby, I want us to start over again.

You and me.

Just us.

Okay?

We'll take it.

You want it?

We'll take it.

Hey, Robert.

Yeah.

We got the phone records.

Finally.

He never made the call that night

to the penthouse,

the phone call he supposedly made

on his three-mile walk in the rain and sleet.

Never happened. He lied.

He was trying to hide where he was that night.

Kathie disappears on a Monday.

On Tuesday, there's a collect call to the office.

That's his M.O., right?

Collect call?

Yeah.

This one was from Ship Bottom,

near Atlantic City.

Shit.

The Pine Barrens.

Ship Bottom is near the Pine Barrens.

The mafia's dumping ground.

That son of a bitch.

He killed her.

Hi.

Hi. I'm Robin Hill.

Housecleaning?

Oh, okay.

Come on in.

Let me show you the house.

This is, um...

This is pretty much it.

That's Bobby, over there...

This is beautiful.

You guys must have a nice life.

The evidence is compelling,

but it's still just circumstantial.

There's no body.

If we went forward,

think about what would happen.

Durst would be indicted.

He'd hire the best criminal lawyers

with all his money.

They'd destroy our case,

attack the wife,

drag her through the mud,

and if Durst is acquitted,

which is highly likely...

Double jeopardy protects him for the rest of his life,

even when one day

someone does come and tells the truth.

He's guilty, Roger.

He did it.

Maybe.

But I am partial to winning my cases.

Good morning.

Hey, how you doing?

Good morning.

Aw, there's trouble.

Morning, Henry.

Hey, Hollywood?

Detective Becerra.

Hey, it's Tim Martin.

Timmy...

Uh-oh, are you in trouble again?

Not really...

Kinda, yeah.

But I got information for you.

Remember Kathie Durst?

Married to Robert Durst?

Rich city guy.

Yeah, vaguely.

What about her?

Well, he killed her,

and he was never arrested for it.

Really?

How do you know he killed her?

My ex-sister-in-law told me.

She used to be their housekeeper.

That's good, right?

This'll help my case, right?

What's your sister-in-law's name?

Robin Hill.

All right, I'll get back to you.

Yo, Henry.

Yeah?

You ever heard of a Kathie Durst?

No, never heard of her.

Well, Timmy Martin says

that he knows that the husband killed her.

Maybe a cold case?

Maybe.

Kathie Durst?

Early '80s.

Disappeared. Probably dead.

That's everything we have on it.

Knock yourself out.

That's it?

That's it.

The case was New York City's.

They didn't do much here at State Police.

Whoa, look at this.

A woman disappears,

it says the husband beats the crap out of her,

and he's not even a suspect?

17 years ago.

I guess people were different then.

I'll say.

One Police Plaza.

Becerra. NY State Police BCI.

Can you get me whatever files you have

on the Kathie Durst case?

D-U-R-S-T.

You know,

I'm thinking of going to nursing school.

Now, why would you want to do that?

'Cause I want to do something.

Something that's all mine.

What else am I supposed to do with my life?

Well, you used to be happy making me happy.

You used to be happier.

Maybe I was.

Okay, forget I said that

Forget I said...

Kathie, I think it's a wonderful idea.

How about you go to nursing school,

you earn a few extra bucks,

you might actually make a contribution around here.

What happened to you?

You've changed.

You never used to talk to me like that.

Maybe I'm not the one that changed.

Ever think about that?

All right.

I'm done.

Okay.

Thank you.

Is something wrong?

You seem... off.

No, no, it's just Bobby.

He's controlling.

Well, at least he's rich.

You always say that.

Hey, so I'll see you next week?

Unless you want to go out again.

No, I'm headed back to the city,

and I've been partying too much with you.

All right, well, hang in there.

Enjoy your millions.

Hey, are you new?

Uh, hi.

Yeah. Is it obvious?

Yeah, it's the deer in the headlights look.

I'm looking for Intro to Nursing.

Oh, yeah? Me, too.

Just come along.

What's your name?

Kathie.

I'm Gilberte.

Nice to meet you.

You too.

Hey, this is Kathie.

- She's new. - Ellen.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

Eleanor.

Hi.

- You guys want to go? - Yeah, let's go to class.

Just as a reminder,

service-learning is required

with a 10-hour activity,

and a written report

on the anatomy and case study we just discussed.

Have a good week. Class dismissed.

So, what did you think?

Oh, it was great.

It was interesting.

Yeah, I never slept so well in my life.

You're so bad.

You don't know the half of it.

All right, come on, let's get lunch.

Welcome to the rebel nurses club.

Wait, what are you talking about?

My mother taught me how to box when I was 12.

In our kitchen,

with gloves and everything.

She didn't want anybody kicking me around.

Well, you know,

it's actually a good skill to have.

Like, self-defense.

Yeah.

My mom taught me how to make a martini.

Well, that figures.

Yeah.

Hey.

Oh, I found these.

What are they?

I didn't know what they were.

Okay, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, you...

you found those, you found...

You caught me.

What's that supposed to mean?

Isn't it obvious, Kathie, that I'm having an affair?

Do you want me to spell it out to you?

A woman comes,

I arrange the apartment

to make it look like I'm single.

The woman leaves,

I take these Polaroids,

and I use them to rearrange everything

so it looks like it did before,

so you don't notice.

But now... you noticed.

So here we are.

Look, you don't have to worry about it.

I don't...

You don't know her.

Thank you for coming down to see me.

I'm not sure why I'm talking to you.

Well, you know,

to help out your brother-in-law, Timmy.

Ex-brother-in-law.

He's a creep.

I don't even care what happens to him,

but I do care if Bobby finds out I'm talking to you.

Are you afraid of him?

He comes from a powerful family.

Well, he won't know.

You have my word.

Come on, you came all the way down here.

Isn't there anything you can tell me?

After Kathie disappeared,

I was at the South Salem house,

and I found personal ads.

Kinky stuff

that Bobby was putting in "The Village Voice."

The dates went back, too,

like he'd been doing this for years.

And he put a new ad in the paper

right after Kathie disappeared.

There's a lot at stake here,

Crazy Bobby could drag the whole family down.

"Crazy Bobby"?

You don't know how weird he was.

He would bark and growl to himself.

Sometimes, he would scream at the edge of the lake,

just stand there, screaming.

And he would disappear for days.

Disappear for days?

Nobody knew where he went.

He never said.

But the clothes he came back in,

well...

let's just say they weren't the ones he left in.

What are you doing?

I'm taking out the trash.

What does it look like I'm doing?

It's empty.

What do you want from me, Kathie?

Okay, well, you know, actually,

I need, um... I need some spending money,

for my books, and for subway tokens,

and for food...

Surprise, you need money, okay,

So, why do I have to give you all the money?

Why can't you do any of this?

What?

Anything at all?

Are you really that cheap?

You're my husband.

You used to be my wife.

Bobby, you pretend like you're nothing like your father.

You are exactly like him.

Can I help you?

Hi.

Are you, uh, Gabrielle Colquitt?

Yes. Why?

I'm Investigator Becerra.

I'm looking into

the disappearance of Kathie Durst.

Kathie Durst...

She lived in this house originally.

I thought that was over a long time ago.

We received some new information.

Okay.

Come with me.

Nice place you got here.

Thank you.

I bought the house from the previous owners,

the Garceaus.

Thank you.

They bought it from Durst in '90.

I don't know what you'd find here now.

I'm sure the police searched it back then.

No, they didn't.

I mean, not really.

I'd just, I'd like to come down with a team,

and just, you know, look around a little bit.

Maybe even go down to the lake,

if that's possible.

I mean, maybe we'll find something,

maybe not, but...

at least then we'll know for sure.

Do me a favor,

and get a couple of guys to check under the crawl space.

What happened to you?

This grill...

did you pick it up in a junkyard?

It's disgusting.

Everything's all rusted.

Aw, sweetie.

This is a great party, thank you.

How are you feeling?

Good.

Yeah, well, doctor degree next.

Yeah, I'm thinking maybe medical school?

Why not?

You would be an amazing pediatrician?

Papa would have been so proud of you.

Yeah.

I wish he was here.

Yeah, me too.

Bobby! Bobby!

Finally.

Bobby!

Oh, God, I can't believe I made it.

It was raining on the Tappan Zee,

and I nearly died.

And you know how I feel

about bridges, tunnels, and freeways,

and rain.

Where's Kathie?

Right there. She's over there.

Hi.

Hi, Susan.

Yeah, I suppose it's about time.

Congratulations!

Congratulations, I believe, are in order.

My little nurse, Kathie.

Anybody sick here?

Do we have any sick people?

I mean, anyone around who has a sickness? No?

Bobby, what are you doing?

Any takers? Pass?

No, what? Come on, we got some sick people?

Because we have a regular Florence Nightingale

over here, don't we?

Come on, it's...

No, what, I'm saying she's Florence Nightingale.

She can take of everyone...

else.

No, don't do that.

You know what,

the only thing that my wife is gonna be nursing tomorrow

is a hangover,

so you might have to wait.

- Stop it. - What?

Get out of here. Come on.

What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?

Just ignore him.

He's just jealous.

Yeah...

I don't know what it is.

Hey, what's this all about?

I want you to know

that I've reopened the case

of your daughter's disappearance.

You mean her murder?

How's it gonna help,

after all this time?

Kathie deserves justice,

and Robert should be held accountable if he's guilty.

He is guilty.

Did you know that I had to go to court

to look over my own daughter's estate?

That monster challenged me and won.

He forged stock-transfer documents

held in Kathie's name

just to sell them.

Jim and Mary, they went to his apartment,

found Kathie's jewelry,

her diamond earrings,

her watch, her wedding band,

heart pendant...

Bobby lied,

told us she was wearing them when she disappeared.

Good. Good, this is all good.

I'm going to need to know all of this.

We'll sit,

we'll do a statement,

I'll take down all the info.

Mr. Becerra...

how can we,

a little family from Long Island,

fight rich, powerful people like the Dursts?

What justice is there for people like us?

My daughter is dead.

I've made peace with it.

You want to investigate, you go ahead.

You'll get tired of the case someday,

or you'll transfer,

or retire.

We've already failed once.

I can't go through it all over again.

This was not an easy decision to make.

You know that I love you both equally.

I've given it much consideration,

and I feel that it would be best if...

Douglas take over the company

after I step down.

I know the tradition is for the eldest

to take that position, but, uh...

for many reasons,

I feel this would be best for all.

Well, congratulations, Dougie.

You deserve it.

We all know that this... this makes perfect sense.

I mean, come on.

You know...

Let's be honest with ourselves,

what the hell did I ever do for this place, right?

You know?

I mean, you, Dougie,

I mean, you're just such a solid guy,

you're such a good boy, you know?

I mean, you're a good boy, Dougie.

That's the thing,

you're just such a good... boy.

You're special that way.

You're definitely considered special.

You know, Daddy loves you.

He really, really loves you.

So, told her I needed to tie her shoe,

so I got down on one knee,

but we're on the beach, so she's in bare feet,

and she didn't even figure it out.

What she said was, "Are you sober?"

That's what she says?

No, she's, "No, I got this ring on my hand!"

Let me see it again, it's so pretty.

Oh, thank you.

We're so excited. It's going to be beautiful.

My parents have actually offered

to let us have the reception at the Brookville Country Club.

I'm hoping you can maybe help us decorate.

Do you have any themes planned?

Or, like, colors...

Time to go.

Hey, Bob, you just got here.

I don't wanna leave yet.

Sorry, just... forget about him.

Oh, yeah, listen,

Sharon's extended family

could populate all of Long Island.

That's wonderful...

Bobby... Bobby!

Hey! Bobby!

What are you doing? Let her go!

What are you doing?

Bobby!

What the matter with you, Bobby?

- Hey! - Jimmy...

Don't.

Oh, my God, okay...

I'm sor...

Just don't say anything.

No, Kathie...

I don't know what happened to me last night.

I...

I guess I see you and your family together,

and you guys, you're just so...

happy.

You're just happy.

I never had that.

Look...

I know this doesn't make up for what I did,

but I kinda got you something...

that I thought would look beautiful with you.

I'm going to go to medical school.

I want to study pediatrics.

Pediatrics...

Well, father will be pleased

to have a doctor in the family,

and you know what,

you'll get to be with kids.

Did you find Anatomy 101?

Um, yeah, it's right here.

Thanks.

Sure.

Mark Bowen.

Kathie.

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

Edward Michaels?

You were the doorman that was on

the night that Kathie Durst disappeared?

Yeah, that was me.

And you... you stated

that you saw her that night?

Is that correct?

I might've got that mixed up.

I don't think I saw her.

In fact, I know I didn't.

What?

I'm sorry, you... you remember that now?

18 years later?

I was drinking on the job back then, okay?

So that night, I had left my post for a while,

and when the cops came askin',

I had to say I saw her,

otherwise my boss would've known I'd split.

And besides, Mr. Durst was so upset,

and he seemed so convinced that she came,

that I just went with what he said.

But for real,

I never saw her.

What?

Yeah, he doesn't think he saw her now.

He made it up.

She was never in Manhattan?

No, I'm afraid not.

I should have done more to nail that son of a bitch.

Hi.

Is Dr. Bowen here?

He's right over there.

Bobby, stop.

I need rest.

I have a final.

I wanna feel something.

Sometimes, I can't feel anything,

only what you feel.

Let me guess...

Fries. All of them.

You never order your own.

That's cause yours taste better.

Mm-hmm.

What?

Nothing, I...

Nothing.

Bobby?

Bobby...

Bobby...

Where's...

Where's Igor?

Bobby, you took him down with you.

Bobby, what did you do with him?

Bobby!

What did you do with him!

Bobby!

Ms. Durst, can I talk to you for a second?

Sure.

Were you aware

that your account was past due?

What?

Robert...

Why haven't you paid for my tuition?

Robert!

When I am a doctor, I will have my own money,

and you will never have to pay for me ever again!

Did you ever think about that?

How about this,

why don't you ask your boyfriend

to pay for it?

Oh, this is what this is about?

You are a hypocrite.

You have had affairs!

You...

You have something to say?

Bobby!

How long has he been hitting you?

I need you to be honest.

Um, he's grabbed me before,

but the slapping and hitting

started a few months ago.

After eight years of marriage?

So, what changed a few months ago?

I don't know.

I can't do my job

unless you tell me everything, all right?

Okay, I guess he found out that I'm seeing someone,

but he's been cheating on me for years.

For years?

And you stayed.

Why?

I... I guess I just...

thought things would go back to the way they were before.

Kathie,

are you sure you're ready for divorce?

I mean, the Durst family,

they are not gonna make this easy on you...

Yes...

You might still walk away with nothing,

not even legal fees paid.

I don't care.

I want the divorce.

All right, all right, well, in that case,

I suggest you get your affairs in order,

and you document the abuse.

"Dear Mr. Durst,"

I'm writing in reference to Robert Durst, age 11.

"Dr. Schonfeld's opinion was..."

What if you get a position in California?

I don't know that yet.

Well, what if you get a position in Denver?

You're married.

I know.

That can change.

It will change once I get my money.

You're married now.

Let's talk about now.

I'm here,

you're married.

I wanna be with you.

You are with me.

I thought you were at the lake.

Did you send personal documents to Senator Moynihan?

Answer me.

Answer me!

Just give me the divorce!

Who else saw these documents?

Who else did you send these documents to?

No one, I swear,

I only sent out one envelope.

I swear.

Did you honestly think that you could expose my family,

my father,

without there being any consequences at all?

For the record,

let me inform you about what happened, okay?

He sent them right back to my father, who is not...

No!

You don't leave me.

You don't leave me.

Did he use his fist? His hands?

Both.

Anything else?

Is Mark Bowen here?

Dr. Bowen?

He left the hospital.

He took a position in Denver.

Okay, but why do you keep digging up

this old case?

Young, beautiful wife disappears?

Guy's got millions, nobody can find her?

What is that?

It's a waste of time.

Look, cases like this never get solved, man.

Let me tell you something,

you solve a case like this,

you give somebody else a chance to keep going.

For me, that's worth it.

What the...

Who the hell told the papers?

Now Durst knows.

They said that they would option the script,

but you know how it goes.

One exec says yes, then they're fired,

and the studio throws everything out.

So it didn't happen.

Again.

I was counting on that money.

It would have been enough to float me till next summer,

and by then I could be back in New York.

I'm sorry to hear about your troubles, Suzy.

I've been trying to reach you for months, Bobby.

You never pick up the phone.

Yeah, you know, I'm busy.

I'm working, I'm traveling...

You haven't forgotten your Suzy, have you?

No.

We've been through a lot together.

I know, Suzy. I know.

Who knows more about you than me?

Anyone know everything about you like I do?

Nobody.

Haven't I been a good friend?

Loyal?

I'll get you that money, Susan.

I knew that you would.

Just... just send me a check.

How about I give it to you in person?

Oh...

O-okay, sure.

Okay.

Thank you, honey.

I love you, honey.

You'll always be my sweet, precious baby.

I don't feel so precious anymore.

You just have to have a little faith, honey.

In your marriage,

in Bobby.

Sometimes, he can be so nice.

Then he can be so awful.

I know.

I just believe that people can change, honey.

You have to have hope.

Okay?

Hey...

I'm gonna make us some tea, okay?

Okay.

I'll get it.

Hello?

It's me...

Baby, I'm so sorry.

I don't know how things got so out of hand.

I don't...

I...

want this to work,

and I...

I think you and I

should just go away for the weekend together.

How does that sound?

What do you think?

Kathie?

When did you get him?

Last week.

What's his name?

Igor. What else?

Where are you going?

Out.

I thought we were gonna...

I know.

I won't let anything bad happen to you.

Hello.

Hey, I'm having a big party.

You have to come.

Promise you'll come.

Hi, hon'.

You know what, um,

Bobby just stepped out,

and we were supposed to talk,

and I don't know when he'll be back.

Then come!

Even for a little bit.

You know, Kathie,

he's never gonna change.

You have to leave him.

I know.

I'm not gonna let him screw me over.

No, you have to demand what's yours.

You put your foot down,

and you tell him tonight.

Do it.

Is there a Kathie here?

Phone for you!

Oh, my gosh, I bet that's him.

You tell him right now.

I'm gonna tell him right now.

- Hello? - Hey.

Bobby, yeah, we're gonna...

Sweetheart, Kathie,

you were right, I was wrong.

We should have talked, okay?

Bobby...

Now, listen...

No. No, you listen to me.

You're drunk, Kathie, you're...

No, Bobby,

we're gonna talk tonight, you and I.

Yes, we should talk.

Listen to me...

- You hear me? Okay? - Listen...

This is it.

You can crash heretonight, you know.

I know. I'll be okay.

Well, I'm proud of you.

Be strong.

Okay.

I love you, Kathie.

I love you, too, Berte.

Bye.

Call you tomorrow.

Becerra.

Hey, listen, I've been thinking, um...

You need to talk to this woman, Susan Berman.

Um, I was around her, she's gotta know something.

She was Bobby's best friend.

She was his confidante, you know?

Yeah, no, I know, I'm already on it.

I haven't been able to get ahold of her.

I'll try again right now.

Thanks, Jim.

Yeah, bye.

Los Angeles Police Department.

This is Investigator Becerra.

Your office was helping me locate

Susan Berman's phone number.

I'm just, I'm having a little trouble getting through.

One minute, please.

Hi. This is Detective Simon.

I'm sorry to tell you, but Susan Berman is dead.

She was murdered.

What?

You're kidding me.

What happened?

Shot in the back of the head, execution style,

a week ago.

Nothing was stolen.

Seems like it was someone she knew.

I wanted you all to hear it from me first...

Susan Berman is dead, and Bobby's a suspect.

There is a lot of evidence that points to Durst.

It's all circumstantial, of course,

but still,

I think we're gonna lock him up eventually.

Ma, this is what we've been waiting for.

But do you think they can prove it?

It's just a matter of time before he gives himself away.

He'll make a mistake,

he'll expose himself,

and he will be stopped.