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Although inspired in part by a true incident the following story
is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event.

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.

Come on, it's just for one night.

It's $1,000 and no sex.

You just take him to the club,
show him the town.

I've never done this.

And Dale and
I are starting a new life.

We're getting married.

So use the money
for your honeymoon.

What do you think?

Two big shots...
two men of means

want you to show
you them the town?

They're really
nice guys. I promise.

Okay? Tomorrow we meet here,

and then we hook up
with the guys at the hotel.

Okay?

Okay,

I'll see you.

I don't like her.

She's doing us a favor.

Yeah, but we don't need
to get married right now.

We can wait till
we're totally clean and

we got jobs.

People who feel the way we feel
about each other should be married,

you know?

I'm going to go
do this thing with Becky.

It'll be fine.

Lois,

why don't you have something?

She's not drinking, Billy.

What, she's on the wagon?

No, I've just never
been much of a drinker.

Stupid me.

I know what she needs.

No, no, I don't.

Not anymore.

We're going out
anyways to dinner, right?

Oh, sorry.

I forgot to turn it off.

Yeah?

Oh. Here, it's Dale.

Hi, baby.

They're creepy.

Like a couple of ex-cons in

brand new suits.

One of them's still got a tag from

the designer warehouse
still stuck on his sleeve.

I don't have a good feeling about this.
Can you come and get me?

With what? I spent it.

I tried. She won't even answer the phone.

Can't you just walk out?

All right,

I'll be there.
Just don't leave, okay?

I really need to borrow this money.

I loan you money,
your mother'll kill me.

She won't even know.

Cab fare, 20 bucks. Please.

- Cab fare?
- I swear to God.

Come on, they want
to go to dinner already.

I wanted to fix my hair.

You look good.

Grab her feet!
Grab her feet!

Last guest was a Belgian
diplomat, four days ago.

Jibes with the decomposition.

Jacket button.

Strangulation marks... big ones.

Belt probably.

They stuffed her in the box spring
and put the mattress over her.

Defensive wounds
on the hands.

Looks like she
fought the good fight.

Track marks. She might be
in the system for a dope pop.

Check out her fingers.
Her prints were burned off with acid.

Poor woman.

A broken toe.

Maybe from kicking the perp.

What is that?

Fish scale.

Great, she was
attacked by a shark.

Sharks don't have scales.

Belgian Consulate 772 Lexington
Place Wednesday, November 15

This is ridiculous.
I've never seen this woman.

Your consulate said you have an
apartment in town, so why rent a hotel room?

My wife and
I have an arrangement.

In any event, I left the hotel at 11:00.

What kind of an
arrangement with your wife?

None of your business.

What happened
in Bangkok? / Bangkok?

That's another thing
your consulate told us.

You were transferred after
spending nine months in Bangkok?

I'm a Belgian citizen,
employed by the Belgian consulate.

I have diplomatic status.

You can talk to our lawyers.

Goodbye.

The arrangement he has with his wife is
he gets to be a bad boy once a month,

but then he has
to tell her what he did.

Oh, those wacky Belgians.

She confirm what
time he got home?

11:00. We faxed the police in
Bangkok to get a line on his twist.

Any luck getting
a line on the Jane Doe?

Her bridgework has serial
numbers meaning prison issue,

but it doesn't match
anything in our system.

So she was in a facility out of state.

Start sending the
serial numbers around.

What else?

Sawdust and fish
scales in her stockings.

Might've been in a fish market.

You want to canvass
fish markets, be my guest.

You get a tox report?

Track marks
on her arms were old,

but she tested positive for crack...
very small concentration.

ME thinks she hadn't used
in at least a couple weeks.

She also tested positive for lithium.

It might've been for depression.

What's so depressing
about being a crack whore?

Pregnant crack
whore... eight weeks.

Could be why she went
off the dope... to clean up.

This diplomat, any idea
where he hooked up with our victim?

We're checking
his credit card receipts.

Good, put him together with
her Thursday night, we got him.

Meridian Bar 235 East 73Rd
Street Thursday, November 16

I don't know her.

But this guy,
he was here Thursday night.

Big mouthed Belgian...
comes in once a month.

Gets a snootful, starts bragging
about how many women he's had.

He leave with anybody?

Brunette named Becky.

A pro. Comes in
a couple times a month.

- They left around 8:00.
= How do we find Becky?

I'm sorry, I'm not
a close personal friend.

But try him.

How you doing?

We're looking for
a girl named Becky.

I'm just here to meet
a business associate.

That your money?

Yes. / Paying cash so the wife
doesn't catch it on the credit card bill?

Wife?

The one that gave you the ring
that left a tan line on your finger.

We're not here to bust you.

We just need to find Becky.

I haven't seen her
for a couple of months.

I don't have her number.

She have a favorite hotel?

No, we go in my car.

I find a spot, drop her off.

Where?

Near the seaport.
There's some bars.

Thank you.

Enjoy your evening.

The sawdust and fish
scales on that girl's feet?

Shannon's Bar.

The guys from the Fulton
Fish Market go there after work.

Becky? She was
here last Thursday.

With a little girl named Lois.

Lois?

Yeah.

Jeez, mate.

- What'd they do to her?
- That's what we want to talk to Becky about.

Becky's Jack Daniels
straight up and a good time.

- That's all I know about her.
- And Lois?

She was just here
twice with Becky...

on that Thursday...

and the night before.
She had a fellow with her.

- A Belgian guy?
- No. Not him.

Somebody more like her.
You know, scruffy sort.

So Thursday,

what time were
Becky and Lois in here?

First Lois was here for a bit.

Then Becky dropped by

and they left together
around midnight.

An hour after Mr. Belgium
went home to his missus.

You could've made it 21 grand.

20 grand's going to
be hard splitting three ways.

Are you complaining?

No.

Sorry.

This concludes our business.

You're not going to come
watch me dance no more?

No, I don't know you.

You don't know me.

Remind your friends.

You do remember
everything I told you?

Anywhere, anytime.

Our Belgian friend picks up Becky
at 8:00, takes her to the hotel at 11:00,

he goes home.

Becky keeps the hotel room,

she picks up Lois
at Shannon's Bar at 12:00.

They head back to the hotel
to turn over some extra business.

One of the johns gets too frisky.

Or Becky and Lois got in a fight over money.

We got an answer back
from Florida on Lois' dental work.

She's one of theirs.

Lois Romney.

36, two years for possession,

went to beauty school in prison.

Here she did 90 days
at Rikers last year for shoplifting.

You got a "last known" in there?

Apartment Of Lois Rommy 86
Ridge Street Friday November 17

Not your usual junkie hell-hole.

She was making an effort.

Someone's been through here...
took down some photos.

A pair of men's shoes.

Paycheck stubs
from a beauty salon.

The last one's
from six months ago.

Look at these.

Sterling silver.

"Lance Van Acker,

first place Westfield
Horse Show, June 20th, 1960."

Van Ackers.
Shipping, airlines.

Oh, those Van Ackers.

Oh, Mrs. Van Acker,

these detectives have
been waiting to talk to you.

Yes, about what?

I'm Detective Eames,
this is Detective Goren.

Yes? / During the
course of an investigation,

we found what seem to be some
pieces of silver belonging to your family.

This plate has an inscription on it.

Yes, to my father.

Good Lord, I didn't
know they were missing.

They were in the summerhouse.
Where did you find these?

In the home of
a woman who was murdered.

Has this woman ever worked for you?
Her name was Lois Romney.

Dear God!

It looks like...

yes, it's her.

It's my son's fiancee.

She was pregnant?

I didn't know.
I haven't talked to my son in months.

God, I hope he's all right.

Not talking...

your choice or his?

Dale knew he had
to meet certain conditions

before I had any contact with him.

What conditions?

His involvement
with drugs had to stop.

What about his
involvement with Lois Romney?

He knew I didn't approve.

As long as he was with her,
he'd get nothing from me.

- Nothing as in money?
- I had to be strict.

It was all her fault, really.

Dale spent 15 years
in and out of rehab.

He'd been off drugs for six months.
I really thought he was going to make it.

Then that woman came along
and he "picked up," as they say.

Is this him? / Yes.

He was very athletic
when he was young.

Priscilla, we should...

oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't realize we had guests.

They're detectives. Dale's
friend Lois has been found dead.

Murdered... in a hotel room.

Oh, God.

- How's Dale taking it?
- We won't know until we find him.

My husband still speaks
to him from time to time.

But it's been a few weeks.

He ever mention
a woman named Becky?

No.

No, our conversations
weren't about his friends.

He'd be your stepson, is that right?

Does it show?

Yeah.

Would you mind
if we borrowed a photo?

No. You can take that one
if you like. But I want it back.

We should dress. We'll be late.

Oh, yes.

It's my husband's Andover
reunion at the Yale Club.

He thinks George W.'s coming.

You wouldn't want
to get stuck in traffic.

If sonny gets rid of the girlfriend,
he can get back on the gravy train.

Being pregnant,
she wouldn't want to go easy.

Excuse me,

have you seen Mrs.
Van Acker's son lately... Dale?

Last Thursday
night around 1:30.

Did he go upstairs?

No. He knows better.

I let him use the phone here
to talk to his girlfriend.

Then he needed money for a cab.

You're a nice guy.
You helped him out.

I slipped him a 20. I'm not
supposed to because of his drugs.

But I made sure
he really took a cab.

I got a ride. Billy's coming.

Okay, see you tomorrow.

Too late. Show's over.

You and the other two,

I want you out of town.

Henry's Fluff And Fold 58
Market Street Monday, November 20

These detectives showed me a
picture of a man in the neighborhood.

I thought he looked like the guy you
had a problem with a few days ago.

That's him... the bum.

He has no money
for his laundry,

so he goes out and
comes back with a steel pipe.

He starts whacking
my change machines.

So I chased him away. He ran off
toward Coleman Park near the bridge.

He leave his clothes behind?

Yeah, I keep them for the Goodwill.

- Should I ask?
- It's sewer grease.

Looks like our boy's been
climbing down manholes.

He likes caves,
along with all the other rats.

Tunnels under the bridge.

You can get to them through
the manholes near the park.

It took you long enough.

I'm catching a cold out here.

I had to take the train from Brooklyn.

I'm living in a motel, you know.

Janice won't take me back.

Where's Billy?

He got a job cooking on a yacht.

We're getting out of town.

Here.

Six grand.

What happened to your face?

Are you listening to me?
We all got to get out of town.

W- what do you mean?
The cops know?

It ain't the cops you
ought to be worrying about.

Then I'm going to
need more money than this.

- Call your friend.
- Ain't going to happen, moron.

If the cops know,
than we got a real problem.

Okay, there ain't
no "we" anymore, Larry.

There is me and Billy,
and there is you.

So if you are smart,
you're gonna listen to what I said.

East River Park
Tuesday, November 21

No, too short.

Surveillance is my strong suit.

That's the nicest
lamp we've seen.

You ever think what it's
like living down there?

With what one bedrooms
are going for, I've considered it.

My butt is getting cold.

That's him.

A water run.

Suspect approaching
with two water bottles.

Get off me!

I didn't do anything.

Sure you did.

You're under arrest for littering.

I called Becky the next day

and she said she sent
Lois home with a lot of money, but

she never showed up.

Why didn't you wait for
her instead of running away?

I didn't like being in
the apartment without Lois.

You could've reported her missing.

Cops don't care about junkies.

They do when
your name's Van Acker.

And get my mother involved?

Did you try and find Becky?

I don't know very much about her.

She just came up to us at a bar
one day and started talking to us.

It's not making sense, Dale.

Please, I don't know
what happened to Lois.

Oh... God.

Bunny...

my bunny.

This is a picture of
two dead people, Dale.

Lois, and the baby inside her.

Is it your baby?

Yes.

We think Becky and the
two guys that you mentioned...

the ones with the
store tags on their suits...

we think they killed Lois,

but we can't figure out why.

Maybe someone put 'em up to it.

No,

there was no reason.

Your mother gave us a good one.

She wouldn't give you
any money unless you got rid of Lois.

Maybe Lois wouldn't go easy.
Why would she?

She's carrying a Van Acker.
That's worth what,

50, 60 million?

Money wasn't important to Lois.

It's important to you.
You got a habit to feed.

I didn't kill Lois.

I loved her.

We were going to
get clean and get married.

And raise a family
on a junkie's salary?

I thought Mom would
come around in time.

Right. So you told her
you were coming to get her.

That's why you
borrowed the cab fare.

Yes.

So you went to the hotel and you
found out what room she was in...

No.

I forgot the name.

What, of the hotel?

So what'd you do if
you didn't go to the hotel?

You bought some dope

and you got high.
Is that what you did?

Yes.

Because you felt bad
about having Lois killed?

No! / You had feelings for her,

maybe you wanted to go on seeing
her on the side without Mom knowing.

But she went and got pregnant.

And you had to do
what you had to do.

Well, isn't this cozy?

Dale, your mother hired me to
represent you on this "littering" charge.

If we can get a little privacy?

All those in favor of he's
our guy, raise your hand.

Oh, that's good.

Well, I'm voting he did it.

Pile whatever you need
on top of the littering.

He's not getting out
without some serious bail.

Designer Wearhouse 22 Rivington
Street Thursday, November 23

If you could tell us
if it's one of yours?

Well, it sure looks like it.

This is worsted wool,
and that would be over here.

Was the murdered
body wearing the jacket?

Are you looking for
a promotional angle?

Why? Was it somebody famous?

No.

Janice, these detectives
are working a big murder case.

They're asking if
this is off one of our jackets.

I'm thinking
worsted wool with checks.

We had one of those
left a couple of weeks ago.

Well, I don't recognize it.

Do you mind looking
it up in your records?

I don't know what
good that would do.

- Is it in here?
- Yeah, I'll look.

- What about these tags?
- I'm getting there.

Are you getting any closer
to catching the murderer?

Getting closer by the minute.

- I don't see anything in here.
- What about this batch?

I don't have to look.

It's my husband.

Housekeeping, ready or not.

Hey, hey, what are you doing?
What's going on?

- I didn't do anything.
- Shut up, Larry.

You're under arrest for murder.

- But... but...
- Let's go settle your bill.

I'm innocent of everything.

- What's wrong with your leg?
- Nothing. It's fine.

Where'd you get this?

Over Lois Romney's big toe?

No, I don't know
what you're talking about.

This is...
it's a big mistake.

The mistake was pissing off
your wife. We talked to her already.

My wife?

Listen, all I did
was hold her feet.

Billy and Becky did the murder.

Last names, Larry.

Becky Stark. She's a stripper.

Billy's just Billy.

Where are they?

They're on a yacht.

No, Billy got a good job cooking.
He's a pretty good chef.

They said they
were going to Tortola.

I can't sleep, it's so noisy.

I can't eat the food.

Why haven't you paid the bail?

I'm not ready to have you home.

I don't want to go home.

I don't want to be
in the same house with you.

I want to get back into rehab.

I've been clean
two days on my own now.

Please, Mother,

- I hate this place.
- I know, but...

I've put some money
in your account here.

Don't give me money.

You can use it to
put your mind at ease.

This is no place to detox.

When you do get home,

Mother will help you get clean.

Becky knows the guy
who hired us. I don't.

I swear, she met him
at the strip club.

Look, I've got to get some sleep.

He hasn't slept since you flew him
and his girlfriend back from Tortola.

Just a few more minutes.

Becky must have said
something about him.

She said he was
hooked up to the government,

some kind of
badass secret agent.

She was scared
to tell me anything.

That's all I know.

It was Larry.

It was at a party
and we were all high.

Lois mouthed off

and Larry went nuts.

He said that you all got 20 grand.

You and Billy had about
12 on you when you were busted.

Larry's lying.
We saved that money.

You saved the money.

Yeah, we work, pay taxes.

She's hilarious.

What's that on your
face near your eye?

Nothing.

- It's a shiner, isn't it?
- I ran into a door.

Someone slapped
you around pretty good.

I'm betting it wasn't Billy.

It was the guy that hired you.

You're scared of him.

You're facing the death penalty.

That means you die.

Yeah, right.

Guys like him push a button
and you're dead no matter what.

Badass secret agent or not,
she's afraid of him.

We're not going to budge her.

You looked at her sheet?
Maybe your secret agent man's in there.

Little girl's been busy.

- Been hustling since she was 15.
- Billy's no slouch either.

He learned to cook while doing
three years for attempted robbery.

You gotta wonder,

why would anyone
with a yacht hire him?

Well,

you're going to find out, aren't you?

Ralston Office Tower 26 New
Street Friday, November 24

Unbelievable chaos.

Cops running all over the
ship at the crack of dawn.

And worst of all, now
I have to find a new cook.

How'd you end up with
a four-star weasel like Bill Coffey?

On a recommendation.

- From whom?
- A classmate.

A floor mate, actually,
from my prep school.

Jameson is the last person I would
expect to actually know somebody.

How's that?

He's a jarhead.

A real G. Gordon Liddy type.

Always bragging
about covert operations.

I tried my best to
avoid him at the reunion.

Obviously I didn't try hard enough.

Class reunion.

George W. Show up?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, he did.

Mr. Jameson,

Carl Ralston sends his regards.

What's this? / You're under arrest
for the murder of Lois Romney.

What, you're serious? / You don't
see us wearing clown shoes, do you?

Anderson, call my wife.

On the one hand, you told the
detectives you didn't know Becky.

On the other, you
recommended her boyfriend for a job.

You're operating under
a misapprehension of the facts.

- Roger. - Holden, I've
been interrogated by experts

and I've got the scars
on my genitals to prove it.

They asked me if Dale
had ever mentioned Becky to me.

He hadn't. I didn't know
they'd become friends.

Now you're
saying you know her?

In my former profession,
I developed contacts

across all stratas
of society. I still do.

Becky might've sought
Dale out after meeting me.

Maybe she had
her eye on his trust fund.

Maybe she decided
to get Lois out of the way.

- You'd have to ask her.
- We asked her accomplice.

He said, and I quote,

"Some badass secret
agent was behind this. "

And so far, Mr. Jameson,
you are talking the talk.

My client is a career military man.

He has no money of his own...
no discretionary income...

so the idea that he gave
anyone $20,000 is ridiculous.

Other than that,

he's invoking his
right to remain silent.

It's incredible.

First my son
and now my husband.

You people are all over the map.

We're pretty good
at reading maps, Mrs. Van Acker.

I checked your son's status.

His bail hasn't been paid.

Do you have children, Detective?

No.

When you do,

you'll understand that
a mother's love isn't all about cookies

and kissing their boo-boos.

Priscilla Van Acker.

Assistant District Attorney Carver.
Thank you so much for coming.

I didn't have much choice.

You stripped me of my family.

I can't believe Roger had
anything to do with killing that girl.

Doesn't seem to have a motive.

Maybe to help your son.

And why would he do that?

Never occurred to me.

What's that, Mrs. Van Acker?

If..

Roger knew
the girl was pregnant...

There's a codicil
in my late husband's will

that excludes Roger from any part
of my estate if Dale has an heir.

It cuts him off entirely.

I'm older than my husband
and not in the best of health.

I hate to say this but...

maybe he was thinking ahead.

Arraignment Court Part
72 Monday, December 2

Docket number 396015.

People versus Dale Van Acker.

Is there an application
from the People?

Yes, Your Honor, the People move to
withdraw all charges against Mr. Van Acker.

So ordered.

Next up.

Docket number 396151.

People versus
Roger Lucas Jameson.

Murder in the first degree.

Conspiracy in the first degree.

How do you plead?

Not guilty.

- People on bail?
- Remand, Your Honor.

Your Honor, my client
was a military officer.

He has ties to the community.

To many communities, your honor.

Mr. Jameson has
homes in four countries.

One of which has
no extradition treaty with us.

He is a flight risk.

I agree. Bail is denied.

Docket number 396016...

It's heartwarming, isn't it?

You gave her a choice
and she chose to send hubby to jail.

Well, she got what
she wanted all along.

Are you suggesting
what I think you are?

If you want to get to her,

first close the noose on Jameson.

Prove the $20,000
payoff came from him.

Caldicott says they
found out about the codicil.

How in God's name do they know?

I'd even forgotten about it.

Every day they show
up with a new warrant.

They've taken every scrap of paper.
They were bound to find out.

But it doesn't matter.

Priscilla,

they now have a motive
they can only ascribe to me!

There's nothing to worry about

as long as that stripper
of yours keeps her mouth shut.

I told you, Roger,

I've forgiven you
your little indiscretion.

Now I know you're
going to get out of here soon.

In the meantime,
make the best of it.

And remember,

I do love you.

These people were living off
the interest on their tax-free munis.

2 million a year net.

Practically hand-to-mouth.

It wasn't all caviar and champagne.

They put half a mil
a year into their charity,

"The Equine Rights Foundation. "

Let me guess, they find
homes for retired polo ponies.

I can't see where Jameson
came up with the 20 grand.

He's got no money of his own,

and Mrs. Van Acker was giving
him an allowance of 10 grand a month,

all of which is accounted for.

Here's where he might've gotten it.

It's a letter to Jameson dated last month
asking for the breeding registration

on a four-year old
quarter-horse named Mr. Lincoln.

He sold a horse.

To the Burgman Stables.

Apartment Of Lana Burgman 188
East 63rd Street Friday, December 6

We'd been after Priscilla
to sell us Mr. Lincoln

since we first saw him
workout as a two-year-old.

Then Roger called and said

she'd decided to sell
Mr. Lincoln for $25,000...

which was a steal.

We said, "Hooray," and
wrote a check and got our horse.

So Mrs. Van Acker knew
her husband sold the horse?

I thought so,

but I ran into her at Payard.

I thanked her for Mr. Lincoln.

She said she had
no idea Roger had sold him.

What'd she do?

She wanted Mr. Lincoln back.

So they sold a horse.

They sell a few horses...

Except this time the check was
cashed at the Burgman's bank,

and there's no record that
the cash was deposited anywhere.

Another "so what?"
Is this all you've got?

We traced the $100 bills

that were found on Becky
Stark to the Burgman's bank.

In the trade we call
that conclusive evidence.

Now the DA and I hold a dim view
of people who hire other people

to kill pregnant women.

So we've already agreed amongst
ourselves to seek the death penalty.

So you might start thinking
about cooperating with us.

You have your story, we have ours.

The money was
given to Dale to get...

Lois Romney an abortion,
to pay her to go away.

If Dale used that money
to have Ms. Romney killed,

that's his responsibility.

Can anybody verify that
you gave the money to Dale?

Ask my wife, it was her horse.

We asked Mrs. Burgman.

Your wife told her
she never agreed to sell.

In fact, she said
she asked for the horse back.

So you see, Mr. Jameson,

the only fingers
in the pie are yours.

One more thing...

did we mention it was your
wife that told us about the codicil?

The one about your
being cut out of the inheritance.

That...

vindictive stupid bitch.

We are all ears.

It was her idea.

She was afraid that if Dale had
a child, she'd lose him forever.

I said we should just pay
the girl off, but she said no.

She wanted her out
of the picture permanently,

and she told me what to do.

And you did it?

For her.

She was beside herself.

You have no idea...

the effect that boy had on her.

Does he know what his mother did?

He must by now. He's the
one who told her the girl was pregnant.

Of course, if you want my client
to repeat any of this on the stand,

murder one is off the table.

Your client's testimony against
Mrs. Van Acker is of no value to us

unless we can corroborate it.

If your stepson knows anything,
would he talk with us?

And send his mommy to jail?

He's an only child.

He may hate her with
every bone in his body,

but he can't live without her.

Mr. Jameson...

would you like to help me
with a covert operation?

Dear Mrs. Van Acker
Thanks you for your...

How's it going?

This is good.

I'll tell you,

it ain't easy copying
off a grocery list.

What a horrid place.
I can't believe you've lived here.

Was it absolutely
necessary to bring us here?

We only need Dale's help,
you're welcome to wait downstairs.

That's all right.

I've mucked out stables.
It can't be any worse than that.

Dale, please open a window.

Now what is it you
want Dale's help with?

We need you to show us
where Lois kept her important papers...

birth certificate,
bank book, things like that?

How about it, Dale?

She had a shoebox...

in the drawer
in the kitchen table.

What are you
looking for precisely?

We found evidence your husband
might've given Lois money.

We're trying to confirm it.

Really? How much?

- $100,000.
- That's impossible.

Roger doesn't have
that kind of money.

We'll see.

Have a seat.

The Medical Examiner said that
Lois stopped using a couple weeks

before she was killed.

She was getting
ready for the baby.

Yes.

She was a strong person.

Yes, stronger than me.

Weren't you trying to get clean, too?

Yes.

Sounds like she brought
out the better part of you.

Yes. / How much
longer is this going to take?

"Returned due to
insufficient postage. "

Somebody must've
missed the last rate hike.

It's addressed
to you, Mrs. Van Acker.

Is this your handwriting?

No, it's Lois'.

Can I open it?

Go ahead, it's of
no consequence now.

What is it?

It's a check.

For $100,000, made
out to Lois Romney,

signed Roger Jameson.

That's impossible.

Is that your husband's signature?

Yes, but I can assure you
I did not authorize this check.

Lois wrote you a note.

"Dear. Mrs. Van Acker,

thank you for the...

check, but Dale is more important to me
than all the money you could give me. "

We're going to get married
and have a beautiful baby.

All I want to do is help Dale
become the man he was meant to be.

And just because he loves me,
doesn't mean he'll stop loving you. "

You should read this yourself.

This woman loved you.

You know who killed her.

That's why you didn't
go home after she died.

You... you couldn't...

you couldn't face the person
that took Lois away from you.

Dale, let's go.

Don't let your mother
get away with this.

Leave my son alone.

You don't owe her anything.

That's not true.
He owes me everything.

That's why you
destroyed the person he loved?

She was destroying him.

That's what they all say.

My mother didn't like my girlfriends
either, even if she pretended to,

but she didn't kill any of them...

because she
wanted me to be happy.

Your mother doesn't
want that for you.

Don't listen to this.

No, listen to her.

What did she
just say about Lois?

"She's of no consequence"?

Come on, Dale!

Be the man that
Lois wanted you to be,

the man that Lois
knew that you could be.

Dale, if you think
I will ever forgive you...

How could you have
done that to her?!

You had no right.

Dale, be quiet.

What did she do, Dale?

What did your mother do to Lois?

I told her Lois was pregnant,

because I didn't
want her to feel left out.

She said,
"I'll take care of everything. "

I thought she meant
Lois and me and the baby...

that she'd help us.

After Lois was missing,

I called her and she said,

"Didn't I tell you I'd
take care of everything?"

She took 25 to life,
same as the other four.

I've got to meet with Penzarella,
thank him for his work.

You'd find this guy interesting.

I would? / He's a forger.

Specializes in letters
from famous people.

Sometimes not so famous.