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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.

Five cats!

Kate, you want them all?

I promised Mrs. Batchelder.

You're an angel.

The firemen told me it
was her electric blanket.

That's terrible.

If you hear from her family,
could you give them my number?

I need to talk to them.

Okay.

Now, you take care it
doesn't happen to you,

dying alone like that,
all pathetic.

She was such a sweet lady, Mom.

You would have liked her.

Where's the rosemary
and the lavender?

Her son complained
they were too pungent.

They told me this would
be semiprivate.

Oh, it's not that bad.

Anyway, sweetheart,
you cannot keep

five cats in
your apartment.

What man will want
to come home to that?

I have to get to work.

I love you.

(man coughing loudly)

It's fine, sweetheart.

Oh!

You get used to it.

A private room is
very expensive.

That's no problem.
I can cover it.

That's not what you told us
when your mother checked in.

Things change.
I want her moved today.

It's sterling silver.

I'm really not supposed
to be doing this, but...

This is it?

Look, I told you over the phone
not to get your hopes up.

But shepromisedme.

I'm sorry.

I wish things had worked out
differently for you.

Good luck.

You'll have a check
in three days!

Just give me a chance.

All right,
three days.

Now good night.

This is Kate Finnoff.

I'm so sorry to bother you at
home, but about Mrs. Batchelder,

I know I had more coming to me,

and... and if I have to go
to a lawyer, I will.

Please call me tonight.

You have my home number.

Cat, get back inside.

Kate?

Kate, your-your cats are making
a break for it.

Kate?

Psst!

Kate?

(gasps)

Oh, my God, Kate!

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EAMES:
It looks stripped.

Definitely something

the building inspector
should have picked up on.

We figure he's
got at least

a dozen landlords
paying him off.

Nice sideline.

What we need to
know from you is

did she fall because

the handrail gave way,

or did she slip and
then grab the handrail?

We'd love to hit the inspector
with a negligent homicide.

We'll see what we can do.

Well, can we make
the Task Force's day?

That depends on what
she tell us, right?

The notch on the handrail's
where she lost the tooth.

The fingernails on her
left hand are broken,

probably from grabbing
the railing.

So, she was coming down the
left-hand side when she tripped.

Which is odd, seeing that
she's right-handed.

Uh...

Uh, the gums on her
left side recede more

than the ones on the right.

People brush more vigorously

on the opposite side
of their dominant hand.

So, she would
be coming down

the right side
of the stairwell.

(sighs)

Unless somebody pushed her
off the landing.

Oh, great!
A cat person.

She just became a cat person.

It's... homeopathic remedy
for cat allergies.

It's... It's
microscopic cat dander

that you put
under your tongue.

I had a girlfriend,
Lola, she had cats.

You ate furballs for her?

Maybe she did it
for a boyfriend.

Birth control pills.

(knock at door)

(door opens)

WOMAN:
Hello?

They told me you wanted
to talk to me.

I'm Mrs. Wing, the super.

Um, th-the young woman,

Kate Finnoff...

Yes. Everyone in the building
loved her.

EAMES:
That include her boyfriend?

Oh, I-I don't think she had one.

Then where did the cats
come from?

Helen Batchelder.

She lived upstairs.

She died in a fire last month.

And she had
no family.

Kate helped her
with her errands.

Well, Mrs. Batchelder had a nice
way of showing her gratitude.

It's engraved, "Helen."

It's a cigarette holder,
sterling silver.

It's a Dunhill.

From the '30s.

Something wrong, Mrs. Wing?

I thought I saw that at Helen's

on her coffee table
the night she died.

Was there a table lighter
with it?

They usually
came that way.

I think so.

Was Kate in her apartment
that night?

Getting the cats.

But I can't imagine
she would just take it.

It's not like her.

Seems there were
other things

she was doing that were
out of character.

Credit card bills.

Her past balances were
under a thousand.

Then last month,
she maxed out:

$2,000 on linens,
flowers every day,

1,600 at Lorelei's--
high-end nightgowns.

Uh, Mrs. Wing...

did Kate have a friend
or a relative in the hospital?

KATE'S MOTHER:
I've been here three months.

She always tried
to make it like home.

(sobbing):
Poor, sweet Katie.

Th-The other ladies, they've
been here longer than you?

Them?

Yeah.

Rookies.

(laughs)

(sniffles)

I was just looking
at your plants.

They'd be better off
in the sun, you know.

Since you have
seniority here,

why didn't you take the bed
nearest the window?

I did, but they moved me
to a private room last month.

Katie had made a special
arrangement with the hospice.

But then they put
you back in here.

Did something happen
with the arrangement?

Katie said there was a mix-up.

Sounds like this girl's heart
was bigger than her pocketbook.

All right, thank you.

Well, her pocketbook wasn't
doing so bad last Christmas.

Her bank said that she cashed
a $10,000 bearer bond.

A bearer bond?

12%.

Probably issued
in the late '70s.

Maybe a relative.

Her mother would
have said something.

Well, the old lady
with the cats,

Kate helped her.

She could have given it to her
as a Christmas gift.

Ah, bonds are a little like
potato chips.

People don't usually buy
just one.

This old lady could have been
sitting on a stack of them.

If Kate knew that,
she might have thought

she'd inherit some cash
to go with the cats.

God knows, she needed the money.

DEAKINS:
This old lady...

she died in a fire?

An electrical fire.

It's a statutory
waiting period

to make sure all her
outstanding debts are settled.

Now, if she had a will...

But six weeks, man?

I mean, this junk,
I could care less,

but the money...

See, I could use the money now.

Look, Craig, I'm really not
supposed to be doing this...

but...

But what?

MAN:
The old gal peed herself
during the night,

shorted out the
electric blanket.

Did you find
protective undergarments

or a plastic mattress cover?

No. Some people forget,
or they're careless.

Well, look, th-these photos--

I see grab bars in her shower,

she's got four locks
on her front door,

a flashlight on her nightstand.

This woman wasn't careless.

All I know is that her bed
was drenched with urine.

It sure smells like it.

Did you check the urine?

Check it for what?

DEAKINS:
Testosterone?

Testosterone levels are higher
in women who take the pill.

Women like Kate.

God, I hope she's wrong.

Using urine to cover up
an arson, that's depraved.

Yeah, but maybe
worth the trouble.

Mrs. Batchelder's bank
sent over her records.

She only had 33,000,
okay, in-in the bank.

But in 1978, she used her
husband's life insurance

to pay out to buy $150,000
worth of bearer bonds.

12% interest over 25 years
compounded, that's...

over $21/////2 million.

The lab found testosterone
all right, lots of it.

The urine's from a male.

Miss Finnoff
has an accomplice.

Well, I-I need the White Pages
for Ossining.

There's a notation from
Mrs. Batchelder's bank file

two days after she died.

They got a balance inquiry
from a bank in Ossining.

Here.

"Batchelder, Craig M."

The super said Mrs. Batchelder
had no other family.

But this guy crawled
out of the woodwork

two days after she died--
what a coincidence.

Listen, I was just, you know...

I was just doing
some financial planning.

How much you getting?

33 grand.

And because she didn't have
a will, I got to wait for it.

Lighter fluid.

You thinking of doing
a Jimi Hendrix on your guitar?

Nah. It's for my
lighter over there.

(laughing):
A butane lighter doesn't
take lighter fluid.

It takes gas.

Nah. Um, I'm going
to be exchanging it.

(chuckling):
You were going to exchange it.

All these years, you never
visited your Aunt Helen?

I told you,
I blanked out on her.

Soup's burning.

GOREN:
You know what takes
lighter fluid, Craig?

Old table lighters.

You don't have one
of those, do you?

You know, like a...

a sterling silver
table lighter?

Where am I going to
get one of those?

You have an Aunt Helen.

Yeah.

It comes in a... a set.

There's a matching...
cigarette holder.

Your Aunt's name
is engraved on it.

Well, the lighter has your
uncle's name engraved on it.

Right?
Right, yeah.

Damn it!

You know, he told me he
wasn't going to say anything.

Who?

The guy... the guy
from the city office.

The one taking care
of my aunt's stuff.

He said he wasn't
supposed to do it, but...

But he let
you swipe it?

I mean, it's mine anyway.

You know, he said
it's better I take it now.

He said things this valuable

have a way of disappearing
down at city storage.

(sighs)

That's ridiculous.

If I let him take the lighter,
I deserve to be fired.

Ms. Batchelder's file,

is it in your "Current"
basket over there?

(chuckling):
You know, she always
does that with me.

She'll say like,

"Where's the sugar?" instead of,
you know, "Pass the sugar."

You know somebody like that?

Yeah.

Estates that don't have heirs,
what happens to them?

Well, after all the assets

are liquidated, the proceeds
go into a trust account.

And you sell off
the furnishings,

the stocks, the bearer bonds,
right?

Everything gets liquidated.

Says here Mrs. Batchelder
had a safety deposit box.

What was in it?

Birth certificates,

husband's death certificate,
old photos...

GOREN:
No-no bearer bonds?

No. Just old papers.

The reason why I keep harping
on the bearer bonds...

Do you have a medical condition?

Because I see all these
24-hour pharmacy

phone numbers...

It's my dad;

he has a chronic
condition--diabetes, among other
things.

He lives with me;
I take care of him.

The bearer bonds--

we think that Ms. Batchelder
gave one to a young woman

in her building...
a Kate Finnoff,

and... well, there might
be others floating around...

Not that I found.

Ms. Finnoff had
something else
of Mrs. Batchelder's.

A cigarette holder.

It's a set, probably
a wedding present.

We can't figure out how
Ms. Finnoff came to have it.

Maybe the old lady
gave it to her.

(chuckling):
Why, and split them up?

Anyway, we'd
like to go over

and look at
Mrs. Batchelder's locker,

you know, try our luck
with those bearer bonds.

Well, I can't go with you today,
but I can arrange a time

EAMES:
We can go today.
for you both...

We'll let you know
what turns up.

This stuff is great.

If Mrs. Batchelder had
any idea it would end up

in her nephew's
headbanger paradise,

she might have
made out a will.

You know, maybe she did.

This is a family Bible.

It's got baptisms,
marriages, deaths...

through eight
generations,

and she kept it
up-to-date.

Something she
planned to pass on?

Even to a
headbanging nephew.

Certificates
of Appreciation,
from Bid-a-Wee,

the animal charity.

A cat lover like her would
have left them something.

She would have had a will.

GOREN:
Yes, she would have.

She might have had a lawyer
prepare it.

Maybe the same lawyer
who took care

of her husband's estate
25 years ago.

Um, all these lockers, they're
filled with the belongings

of people who died
without a will?

Yes, sir.

They're tied up in here
until they get settled.

(football game
playing on TV)

(sighs heavily)

Hey, Dad.

What game is that?

Is that Broadway Joe?

They want me there an hour
early tomorrow.

They changed the appointment?

Well, I didn't
change it.

I'm not in control
of these things, Roger.

You always assumeI'mthe one
making things difficult.

Okay, I'll work through lunch,
leave early.

Just meet me at the curb.

Roger, I have
a bad hip.

I cannot wait at the curb
in the dead of winter.

Maybe it's
more convenient

if I took the bus
over the bridge.

Is that what you want,
Roger, me on a bus?

What?

Roger, is that what
you want me to do?

No.

No, uh...

I'll pick you up, and, uh,

I'll come upstairs and get you.

(door shuts)

It's Roger. Call me back.

I need to clear out
my inventory.

EAMES:
I tracked down Mrs. Batchelder's

late lawyer's secretary.

She remembers her having a will.

She remembers it was filed
with the court

after the lawyer died,

and she remembers the old lady

had a stack of bearer bonds
an inch thick.

If the will was filed
with the court,

there'd be a record, no?

No. Coffman had access
to those records,

and he has access
to a delete key.

GOREN:
And when people
die without a will,

he becomes lord and master
of their estates,

and then he robs their graves.

Graves he dug.

STAN:
I-I can't talk right now.

I'm in the middle of overtime.

At 2:00
in the afternoon?

Where are they
playing, Tokyo?

Didn't I just hear them call
Johnny Unitas's number?

Yeah. it's the '58
championships, but...

Yeah, no, I know,
su-sudden-death overtime.

My dad was at this game.

You don't mind if I have a look,
do you?

You just move in,
Mr. Coffman?

No. Five years ago,
after my wife passed.

Oh.

That's a good son you have,

letting you move in with him.

I don't know how good.

He stuck you
in the dining room.

Well, that's because he
was still with Angie then.

His ex-wife.

(sighs)

The Princess.

No, my son takes
good care of me.

I bet you don't
catch him here much.

He knows he can't
leave me here alone,

not with my health,
diabetes, my kidneys.

He stays with me.

Come on, Mr. Coffman,
he's a single guy.

I bet on weekends, he just...
has a little, you know,

love shack in the country.

He has plenty of time for that
after I'm gone.

He's making time for it now.

Isn't that why he has a lock
on the door here

so you don't, you know,
walk in on him?

You know, you're
awfully snoopy.

A lot of people
point that out.

This isn't locked.

Of course it is.

It's always locked.
No, no, no.

Look at the deadbolt,
I can see the light
coming through.

Here, go ahead,
look, look, Try it.

See?

Look, I bet all this time,
you're dying to just have

a little peep
in this room here.

I don't care what
he has in here.

You see, this one here,

I can't tell
if it's locked or not.

Now, you can't go in there!

It's just clothes.

There's dust on the floor
where boxes used to be.

Big boxes.

Your son moved them recently

to a storage facility
or somewhere else?

No, there's no storage.

I didn't see him move any boxes.

Wait a minute. Wh-What is that?

No, it's a... sideview
mirror from a model car.

Roger have kids?

No. He did build models
when he was a little boy.

Just spent all his
paper route money on them.

Big waste.

I got to get a glass
of juice.

Let's go, come on.

You do dialysis, right,
for your diabetes?

You go to the hospital
for that?

Four times a week,
over in Queens.

They hook you up for what,
like, three hours or so?

What does Roger do
during that time?

Does he... does he sit with you?

Oh, I don't expect that.

He goes to dinner,
close by the hospital.

Buys me lottery tickets.

You know, like these here?

Lucky Kim's Grocery.

I feel lucky already.

Yeah, I've seen him before.

He comes in a few times
a week to buy tickets,

but he never wins.

Figures. Why does he
keep coming back?

Does he have
a place around here?

He says he's got a sick relative
over at the hospital.

Does he ever buy anything else
but tickets?

Sandwiches, fruit...

Last month,
he bought lightbulbs.

What kind
of lightbulbs?

Floodlights.

Floodlights.

Is there a storage place
nearby here somewhere?

Like mini-storage?

No, but one street over, there's
a guy that rents out space.

MAN:
Not sure what
he kept in here...

just that he cleared out
last week.

GOREN:
Motion sensors, cameras,
probably on the Web as well

so he can watch things
on his computer.

It's all disconnected now.

Chamois cloth.

(sniffing)

Meguiar's wax, the good stuff.

My dad used to use it
on his Cutlass.

That's...

Six sets of tire treads.

Six cars parked here.

The design of... of this tread,

it's simple, like an old tire.

Paint flakes.

There's some more over there,
near the front of the car.

Looks like all
the cars had them.

And they're all clean
underneath.

The oil drip--

there's... there's one spot
under each car.

These cars were never moved?

Now, he just... he just...
he just sat in them,

turning the wheel...

like some kid?

What was the wheelbase
on this one?

108 inches.

Ford Shelby GT500.

'67 for sure.

The guy's using
original stock tires.

I don't see any wear on them.

Detective Alex.

Down, boy.

Lewis, thank you...

Oh, sure, Bobby.

...for your help.

Good-bye, Detective.

Look at this.

Okay, it's a '57
Bel Air, '66 Stingray,

'64 Carrera,

'68 Camaro,

and a '65 XKE,

and a '67 Shelby.

And they're all
in mint condition.

All with the
original equipment,

over a million dollars
of automotive masterpieces.

All this for a hobby.

Not just a hobby,

a lifelong obsession.

Here.

This is a... a sideview mirror

from a model car
which matches
the '57 Bel Air.

When he was a boy,
he made models of these cars.

But now he's killing

for the real ones?

EAMES:
Maybe not.

The M.E. reviewed
all the deaths.

Natural causes. No foul play.

Wait. Except Mrs. Batchelder.

Yes.

And unlike her, none
of the others had wills.

So, Roger has a pattern.

He waits for people to die
without wills,

with modest estates, then he...
he plunders them.

He does this over and over,

doing nothing
to attract attention...

till Mrs. Batchelder.

She's the only one with a will.

She's the only one
that he killed.

The only one worth millions.

Yeah. Must have been
something urgent...

that he needed it for.

I mean, he searched
the records of wills

that are filed
with the court,

he found her, but you know,
she's... got money,

she's old, she's alone.

The analysis
on the orange paint flakes:

It's the same paint
the city uses.

Of course it is.

MAN:
Here's the cashier's check.

He made it out
like you said.

So, kiss them good-bye.

Rog...

the keys.

Okay, let's
move them out.

(car engines starting)

He buys a pair at a time
as Christmas gifts.

He says people
really appreciate them.

The Denver Boot.

Nobody's going to
steal your car,

you got a couple
of these babies

clamped on the wheels.

How's our guy pay?

Cash. He's bought
seven pairs.

Seven. When did he
buy the last one?

Couple of weeks ago.

Seven pairs for six cars.

He's getting another car.

A $21/////2 million car.

That's why he went
after Mrs. Batchelder.

His need isn't just urgent,
it's pathological.

We checked the auction circuit--

no cars sold for over a million
in the last six months.

Ditto for private sales
of antique cars.

$21/////2 million car--
that's a big jump

for Mr. Coffman.

Well, the car probably has
a special significance for him,

a token of achievement
or self-worth,

which is why he won't run
until it's delivered.

Public Administrator's office
uses shippers

to send stuff out of state...

So, he might use
an existing account

to hide his car shipment.

All legitimate invoices would be
for outbound shipments,

so any inbound shipments...
that would be suspicious.

Like this one--

it's a container

arriving at the Port
of New Jersey.

It doesn't say what's inside.

Ah...

GOREN:
Roger.

Wow!

(laughs)

It's a Ferrari. This
is a 1962 Ferrari GTO.

This is incredible.
What, they made
only, what...

They made, like,
32 of these, right?

What, the leather--

ah, you could
smell that leather.

Have you ever sat
in one of these?

No? I-I-I
haven't either.

I-I think I need to get inside.

I think I need to get inside.

You can't!

Yes, he can.

Baby, baby, baby.

I wish I could tell you
how this feels.

I-I can't do it in mixed
company, but I wish I could.

(engine revving)

Roger, you're under
arrest for murder.

You have no idea.

You son of a bitch.

You have no idea.

Get out of my car.

Get out of my car!

(engine continues revving)

We have the urinalysis
of the blanket.

We have his name
on the rental lease.

We have the Ferrari,

and once the accountants
untangle your client's

financial Gordian knot,
we will have everything.

I don't know
who this Gordon guy is,

but let me cut through the crap.

My client was in Surrogate's
Court filing papers

when Ms. Finnoff was killed,

and this urinalysis --
where's the Lipitor?

My client takes Lipitor
for his cholesterol.

If it was his piss
on that blanket,

it would have shown
up in the test.

Well, there's still
that little wet dream

that he took delivery of
this morning.

A stolen car shipped
from Marseilles?

That would be under
the jurisdiction

of our good buddies,
the French.

As for this jurisdiction,

he might be guilty of
receiving stolen goods.

Just point him to a judge,
and he'll post bail.

The smell of Italian leather...

it's... it's intoxicating.

Have a smell, Roger.

My assistant checked
with the Surrogate's Court.

The time stamps on the papers
Mr. Coffman filed

provide enough of an alibi
to impress an arraignment judge.

We found the Ferrari.

Receiving stolen property.

He'll make bail
and vanish.

No, I mean we found
this Ferrari.

These are the boxes
from his warehouse?

Anything of evidentiary value?

He only kept things
that had value to him.

It's the Chevy Bel Air.

Whoa.

It's the one missing
the sideview mirror.

The Stingray.

Wow.

XKE.

Now, this is a car.

And the Shelby.

The detail is remarkable.

There's no Ferrari.

You two having a playdate?

The lab redid the urinalysis--
no trace of Lipitor--

and Roger's doctor confirmed

he takes the stuff.

Um, there's one more playmate
that we forgot.

Right in here.

All right, not so fast,
I'm 72 years old,

and I've got a bad hip.

What is he doing here?

He's here
to help you, Rog.

1 got to get you
out of this jam.

Is there at least
a chair here?

Right here, Mr. Coffman.

EAMES:
Here we go.

We believe Roger embezzled
nearly $5 million

from the estates
of dead people.

That's not true, Dad.

We believe he
used the money

to buy vintage cars,
like these.

We're not saying that
he killed these people.

They died on their own.

Well, most of them.

But a few months
ago, he learned

that a car came
on the market,

a car that he desired
more than...

anything.

And he needed a lot
of money to buy that car,

and he found it
in the estate

of a lonely old lady.

EAMES:
Except this old lady
was still alive.

So, your Roger
set her on fire

in the middle
of the night.

And when her young friend

raised a stink,
he killed her, too.

My son's not a killer.

Come on.

For just a car?

Oh, well, if
they were only...

just cars.

You know, Mr. Carver
and I, we were...

we were admiring
your workmanship

and your detailing.

Especially
the undercarriage.

How did you get
this effect here?

Well, I weathered it

using Rustall, baking soda
and some white glue.

That's great work.

And the tire stems?

I made a hole using
a .019 drill bit,

and a piece
of black wire.

And you said he was
wasting his time.

Why'd you stop
model building?

Why would you stop that?

I got other interests.

That was around your 12th
birthday, wasn't it?

All these dates on here
are the same.

February 19, 1969.

That's a couple of days
after your birthday.

That's when you put
all these away.

I really don't remember.

GOREN:
Well, I guess it just,
you know, slipped

out of your memory.

But there's one missing,
you know?

The Ferrari--
it's not in here.

I never had that one.

What about this one?

You never had this one?

You had this one, right?

Did you buy it with
your paper route money?

I got that for
him on his birthday.

I bet he bugged you
for months

for this model
Ferrari, huh?

Oh, yeah.

Had his little
12-year-old heart set on it.

This one came
painted already,

with the decals
already on it.

Now these here--

how many pieces
for each? 50, 100?

110.

The more pieces,
the more intricate,

the better it is, right?

That's the whole point.

This one only has
ten pieces.

See here, it says,
"Snaps together

in ten minutes.
No glue required."

But I mean,
it's a birthday gift

from your dad, so...

Still, you slather on
all the Rustall, and
baking soda you want--

it's still kind
of a cheap knockoff, really.

This is the only model
of this car they had.

No, no, no, no.

That's not true.

That's not true,
is it, Roger?

I mean, there were
better models, right?

There were
better models.

He was just
too preoccupied
to find one.

Too busy and preoccupied

with his own life
to realize

that it would make
a difference to you.

He probably picked
this up, what,

like last minute
on the way home from work.

That hurt bad, huh?

To realize that you're
just an afterthought

in your father's life.

Sucked the fun right out
of making models.

That's when you
put these away

and you moved on
with your life.

Huh?

You got married.

You put all this stuff
in the past.

Until your dad came
and moved in with
you and your wife.

The Princess, that's what
he called her.

Oh, but I didn't mean
it in any way...

How could you?

It was her idea
to take you in.

GOREN:
Then he drove
her away.

Then what
was left?

Hmm?

Just the two of you?

You and him.

And that's when what?

And that's when the clock
just rolled back

to 1969,

and you were that disappointed
child again.

That little 12-year-old
with the big hole
in his heart.

And you needed to fill it,

but not with plastic cars,

with real cars.

So what you did is you stuffed
all of your resentment

and all of your
hatred

into that one task.

No, no.

It's not true.

My son does not hate me.

(Goren laughing)

He doesn't hate you?

He implicated you
in a murder.

What?!

EAMES:
You wear a catheter,
Mr. Coffman,

with a bag?

Yeah, so I'm a sick man.

Well, thanks to your son's
helpful suggestion,

we took another look
at the urine used

in the murder
of Mrs. Batchelder.

We didn't find his
anti-cholesterol medicine,

but we found high levels
of protein and bacteria.

Protein because diabetics
dump protein into their urine,

while the bacteria's
from the catheter.

GOREN:
See, that's another thing
we believe, Stan...

That you supplied the urine used
to kill Mrs. Batchelder.

You ungrateful little punk!

You mixed me up in with this?!

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

He's just a senile old man.

STAN:
Senile? You stealing
from a poor girl

who only wanted to take care
of her sick mother?!

You talk to her...

Kate Finnoff?

No.

How else would you know
about her mother?

The hospice called
Kate.

Told her they were moving her
mother out of a private room.

Kate was desperate

for money.

So she called you.

No...!
She tried you
at your office,

but you were out all day.

But you're in the phone book,
so she tried you at home.

And you were there because...
you're always there.

You talked to her
a little bit.

She told you just enough

so you'd know what
Roger had been up to.

And then you panicked.

Panicked about
Roger going to jail.

But you panicked for yourself.

You panicked about
your own life.

"What's going to happen to me?

"Who's going to take care of me?

I don't want
to be alone."

I did no such thing.

So you dragged yourself
over to Kate's apartment.

You talked to her just
a little bit more.

How'd you get her
into the stairwell?

Did you tell her
you needed help?

Did you tell her that
you had a bad hip?

And then you shoved her.

I don't have to listen
to any more of this.

I'm going home.

We can prove
it, Stan.

You see how you have

your hand
on the wall there...

to steady yourself?

We will find your prints
in her building.

I'm a sick man.

I'm going home.

Do you believe
this guy, Roger?

He's taken everything
away from you.

First it was the model cars.

And then your wife...
who loved you.

He's taken everything
that ever mattered to you

away from you.

And just when you had it
right in front of you.

Well, if he hadn't killed
Kate Finnoff...

we might not have gotten
on to you.

You'd be riding
this Ferrari

right out to the sunset.

Instead of a prison bus
into a hellhole.

You stupid old man.

You stupid, stupid,
selfish old man!

You wrecked everything.

My marriage...

my birthday.

You always
wreck everything.

Wreck what? I gave you
what you wanted.

How do you know
what I wanted?!

I never mattered to you.

Never!

Get away from me.

Get away from me.

You never cared!
You never ever cared!

What about me, huh?

What about me?

When do I get
a little consideration?

Right now,
Mr. Coffman.

You are under
arrest for murder.

What?!

Look what you've done to me.

You dumb punk!

You see? You see
what he's like? You see?

Yes, I see.

(sighs)

What did Clarence Darrow say--

"The first half of our lives
are ruined by our parents,

the second half
by our children."

Only if you let them.