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Yeah.

So?

Yeah, you were right. Somebody else.

You sure?

Sweetie, it's what I do, okay? It's about the only thing in my life I am

of.

Who is she?

Forget it. I don't want to know right now.

Did you get photos?

Yeah, I got the photos. You want me to email them to you? No.

My assistant checked my inbox.

Just send the envelope over to the office. Mark it personal.

The fewer prying eyes, the better.

Okay. Listen, Victoria.

Sorry about that.

Oh, darling, I didn't hear you come in.

How was your day?

Oh, traffic was a bitch all the way from L .A., bumper to bumper.

I called you several times.

I was looking at property near Hammett. My cell doesn't work in the mountains.

Looks like you got a little sun.

Well, that could be.

So, did you settle your case with... Do you want me to prepare dinner?

Oh, yes, please. And we will be having a guest joining us.

What?

Les Bridges has hooked me up with a potential client.

He's coming in tonight, and Les asked if we could put him up and show him a good

time.

That's great.

What's wrong?

It's been a long day.

I promised Les he could pay the guest house.

And besides, this guy is connected to a lot of cash. How long do we have to

entertain this guy?

A few days.

A week.

A week?

We've never even met him!

I owe Les, especially after what's happened.

And if this guy is the fat cat Les claims, I want to be his new best

You know what kind of scum Les surrounds himself with.

What's that supposed to mean?

Figure it out.

I had an email from Les this afternoon. He's in Hong Kong on business.

Oh, business. Yeah, right.

Okay. Lev is connected.

I need him.

Be nice.

Hello. Hey, Nick. Yes.

Jonathan Carr. How are you? Welcome.

You must be Victoria.

Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you.

Please, come in. I hope you brought a good appetite.

Oh, I did.

Absolutely.

It's making new friends and new opportunities.

Cheers.

Cheers. Sell it.

Oh, my God. That's a hard act to follow.

The list tells me you're a real estate developer.

It keeps me honest.

Lots of activity out here?

The desert's been good to me.

What kind of a job affords you the opportunity to buy expensive bottles of

Software development.

It's technical, it's pretty boring stuff, but I was involved in the concept

stretching silicone across a computer chip.

What does that mean?

Basically, when you stretch silicone across a chip...

to make the electrons flow smoother, faster, and stronger.

Got a lot of company shares, and we went public.

Don't tell me you made a killing overnight.

Do you like Seattle?

Not really.

Nothing but rain and coffee.

So what keeps you busy?

I'm an attorney.

Don't cross Victoria.

She's got all the judges in her pocket.

Well, having an attorney in the house has got to help with those real estate

deals.

I'm in family law.

Somebody else handles my husband's affairs.

Wow.

This looks great.

You sleep in as long as you like. We'll probably be gone when you wake up, but

make yourself at home.

All right.

Listen, I hope I'm not intruding on your weekend.

Not at all. We just have an early round of golf.

Do you play?

Yeah, yeah, knock it around a little bit. Well, why don't you join us? We

thick 30T and the pro shop can set you up with clubs.

All right, sounds good. I'll be there.

Super. Victoria will be thrilled.

Oh, fine. Whatever.

Oh, for God's sake, what's the matter?

I've got a lot on my mind.

Well, join the club.

Personally, I can't wait to wipe the smile off his face.

Cocky little shit.

He's just a kid.

Yeah.

I'm going to Vegas tomorrow afternoon.

Really?

You didn't tell me that.

There's a lot you don't tell me.

Nice shot.

Thanks.

You may have been sandbagged by the kid.

He's not gay.

He's no 16 handicap, I'm telling you that.

Neither are you.

Nice.

Jonas, you haven't said, how is Les, really?

How would you feel if you were the one who organized the casino project that

went bust?

I'm down 500.

What do you say, double or nothing, I make this putt?

It's a grand if you lose.

I won't lose.

Don't worry about it.

Put it towards the next bottle of wine.

I see what they mean when they call it a dry heat.

Welcome to the desert.

Where's Nick?

He's in Las Vegas.

How long is he gonna be gone?

I don't know.

Must be over a hundred.

It's always over a hundred in the desert.

You get used to it.

Here, let me get your bag.

That feels good.

I'm getting spoiled here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Take care.

Bye.

Darling, remember me when you get off work. It's $500 worth of comfort.

Morning.

Victoria, did you postpone the deposition?

No, I didn't.

Tomorrow. I know that.

Can I talk to you for a second? Sure.

Go to my uncle.

What's wrong?

You don't look so good.

I don't feel so good.

Mick's having an affair.

How do you know?

I know.

I've suspected it for some time.

Do you know who with?

Not yet.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

I love him.

Don't ask me why.

What can I do?

Just, uh, just tell me I'm not crazy for being with him. Give me your ear when I

need it.

Of course. Anything you need.

Oh, honey.

Okay. I gotta get to a depo.

Place smells like shit.

It is shit.

The septic tank is full.

Really?

I love what you've done with the place. Come on. I live on a cop's pension. I

buy beer and bait.

You ever catch anything out here?

Croaker. Too hot for anything else.

You ought to go where the fish are.

I did 25 years ago. Moved out here.

Should have seen this place in those days. The fish would jump right into

boat. Hell, I'd be jumping out this nasty -ass shit.

Yeah, it's pretty bad.

Fertilizer and development.

I don't know which is worse, shit or real estate development.

You got to get out of this place, buddy. I'm going. Saving my money. I'm going

to buy a big boat and just sail away.

How much you got to pay?

Hell, I can't afford to get my septic pumped.

I always knew you were full of shit.

Hey, I'm taking off.

You want to go have a drink?

We don't even have to talk about business. Hell, we don't even have to

Got a lot of work to do. You go ahead.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Everything all right.

That looks inviting.

Why don't you get in?

I don't think so.

Why don't you get changed? I'm going to take you out for dinner.

So what's Nick doing in Vegas?

He's meeting with some people.

Business.

Is he trying to build another casino?

No, no.

He never tells me exactly what he's doing.

You know, I rarely go to Vegas.

The odds are always with the house, and I prefer them in my favor.

You're a very smart young man.

You know what else I know?

What?

Big Nick takes you for granted.

I could see that the second I walked in your door.

I don't want to talk about Nick.

I just want to have some fun tonight.

Okay.

Fun it is.

It's been a long time since I've done this.

Done what?

Who's that?

No one.

Hi.

I'm so glad I'm not driving. I go too fast.

You like to go fast, huh?

Depends where I'm going.

Well, where would you like to go?

I want you to take me home.

We're gonna be bad, aren't we?

As bad as you want to be.

Hello. Where the hell were you last night? I called you four or five times.

I went out with Jameson.

Really? Unlike you?

Well, it was late and we needed a drink. It's no big deal.

Do you mean Jameson or Jonas?

Don't be ridiculous. Why would you think that?

I don't know. Why would I think that?

I'll talk about it when I get home.

Listen, last night was a mistake. I'm sorry I let it happen. I have to be

with you.

What's the problem?

The problem is I'm married.

Please don't take this the wrong way.

What we started last night has to end this morning.

Are you serious?

Married?

Do you really want to stick your head back in the sand and act like

okay?

He's having an affair.

Everybody knows.

You don't think Les and Nick talk?

I think you should leave now.

You know, you're the one that came on to me.

Don't pretend like last night didn't mean anything.

Just leave right now.

I can't go down that road.

Mr. Evans, did you ever say you were going to take care of your wife

for the rest of her life?

Asked and answered. You know, I never said I'd take care of her. You're lying.

No, that's ridiculous. Did she have access to all the income tax returns

the past five years? Again, asked and answered. Where you been, Counselor?

I think we need a break.

Are you sure?

I know what it's worth, Sam. Why don't you stick to real estate?

Leave litigation to me.

Victoria.

Hello, gorgeous.

How's everything?

Victoria knows you're having an affair.

Well, how do you know?

Because she told me, Nick.

Does she know it's you?

I don't think so.

Have you met with Jack Sweet yet?

Not yet.

Oh, God, I don't trust him.

Why? Because he's a politician.

Don't worry, he gave me his word.

When an honest politician is bought, they stay bought.

That's not Jack Sweet.

Yep, there's my phone, Nick.

How are you, Nick?

Good to see you, Jack.

You too.

How are things going with the re -election campaign?

They're going well, thanks for asking.

But this fundraising?

It's always such a bitch.

You're so right.

Please, have a seat.

I assume that's it.

I thought the case might be bigger.

You know.

how guys like you could be given a roadmap to money.

And you still managed to screw things up.

But I thought the casino idea was solid.

It was.

Until you fucked it up.

Look, just because you came up with the 50 million from investors to get things

started didn't mean that it was a done deal.

And we'd actually be able to build that casino.

I didn't know the tribal capital... You don't know shit.

You lied to me.

And brought me dirty investors like that crazy fuck, Vance Rowland.

Rowland was legit. Don't fuck with me, Nick.

Vance Rowland did time at Lompoc for wire fraud, money laundering, and tax

evasion. When it comes to ownership of a casino, that is one big red fucking

flag.

And the whole deal started to snowball from there.

And everybody knows it doesn't snow in the desert.

Rowland came through with the cash, right? and it was an Indian casino, for

God's sake.

Exactly.

In Indian land, it's a sovereign nation like the Pope and Vatican in Rome, okay?

The deal was fail -safe.

But the tribal council queered the deal because of you.

So, that money?

All right, well, I'll just take my fee and I'll be on my way.

I'm not done with you.

Sit down.

I'm giving you ten.

No, Jack, that's not... And that is way more than you deserve.

I'll deal with... Ten mil is a hell of a lot of money for fucking things up.

wasn't for Sam.

Sweet Sam.

I definitely would not be giving you this much.

She used all of her female charm, if you know what I mean.

But at the end of the day, she's just another hooker.

And you, my friend, are nothing but a two -bit grifter.

My friend Nick Compton referred me to your office.

Can you please tell me who handled his Cathedral City Casino project?

That would be Samantha Green. I'll connect you with her secretary.

Did you get it?

He fucked us. He only gave us eight million.

Eight? That wasn't the deal.

Go back and get the rest.

Eight is plenty.

Sweet, not someone to mess with. If I push him, I could end up in the desert

with a bullet between my ears.

You better not be fucking me.

Like Sweet?

What?

You know what I'm talking about.

You just call me the minute you get back in town.

Hey, hold it up.

I got to lean on you to get some answers.

Sure, whatever you want.

Go on.

How about a beer?

This is the file for Nick's cat city project, and it's encrypted.

It's all right. I know a guy who can break this down.

Can you trust him?

He owes me money.

How'd you get it?

I went fishing.

I want to know what they're really up to.

I hate this high -tech crap.

Whatever happened to pencils and paper?

They went in the way of morals and values.

You need about a day.

Thank you.

Oh, you look good.

Car trouble?

Yeah, flat.

Yeah.

Okay. Well, pop the trunk. I'll fix it for you.

Don't worry about it. I'll just call AAA.

No, seriously. I'm already here.

May as well.

Name's Jonas, by the way.

Samantha.

Great. All right. Thanks.

Well, pop that trunk, Samantha.

Nick, you got bigger balls than I gave you credit for.

Thank you so much. Oh, no problem.

No problem.

You're not from around here, are you?

No, no, no. I'm from the Northwest.

Didn't think you were local.

So what do you do, if you don't mind me asking?

Oh, no, not at all.

Real estate development.

Starting out.

Really?

Yeah, nothing too fancy, but I like dirt. It doesn't talk back to me, you

What is it you do?

Attorney.

Real estate, actually.

Oh, we got to talk sometime.

You know, I should buy you a drink.

So do you live in Palm Springs?

Grew up in the desert.

Cat City.

Cat City.

What's that?

Cathedral City.

Cat City to the local.

You know, I didn't even think anybody was really from here.

Love your shirt.

Oh.

My boyfriend has one just like it.

You must have great taste.

I have great taste.

I gave it to him.

He is a lucky guy.

Mm -hmm.

Nothing like a drunk olive.

Well, my boyfriend's out of town.

Won't be back till tomorrow.

What does that mean?

It means that he's out of town.

He won't be back tomorrow.

You

must

be one hell of an attorney.

Thank you.

Not at all.

You good?

Why don't you entertain yourself a little bit, make a drink?

I'm gonna get changed.

Okay.

It's down there.

It's just some old mining road. No one ever uses it.

I see.

That is sexy.

What?

You're scorpion. Whoa, Craig, slow down.

You're going a little fast, aren't you?

Come on.

Look, you're scaring me. You know what we came here to do. Hey, back the fuck

off.

Maybe we should call it a night. Don't you have some homework to do or

something?

Homework.

What's the matter? Don't you trust me?

No. Not when you act like that.

Well, that's a shame.

It's a real shame. I was planning on staying here tonight.

Kind of wearing out my welcome with Vicki and Nikki Who the Comptons you

what I'm talking about No, I don't don't you lie to me I

know the game you and Nick are trying to play

You lose some

I'm gonna call the police

I don't think you want to do that.

They ask an awful lot of questions.

Thank you. No problem.

Goodnight. Night.

Good evening, sir. Can I get your table?

No,

I think I'm going to sit at the bar.

Thank you.

What

are

you drinking?

Jack and soda.

Jack and soda.

And a bourbon.

What do you think your name was again?

I didn't say.

I know you didn't say.

That's why I asked you.

I'm Amber.

Amber.

That is a beautiful mouth.

Really? Does that line work for you?

Works for me. Does it work for you?

Anything works for me.

Then we're going to get along great.

Nick? Way off.

How'd you get in?

Mail's out in Nick's car.

You know, y 'all should really try paying your bills.

Maybe sell that fancy car you got out in the garage.

Get out.

Why all the hostility?

Hmm?

Did I do something to piss you off?

It's because I was out all night.

Just have a little cappuccino on top of those.

Your bag is by the door. Get it and leave.

My bag's by the door.

You went through my shit, and you packed it, and you put it by the door.

Are you out of your mind?

I really don't want to hurt you.

I don't.

But I will. If you don't start showing me some fucking respect!

Hello?

Good morning.

Morning.

I'll need to see your security pass, please.

Thank you very much, Mr. Compton.

Eight million is a lot of money for two people.

What's your problem, Nick? You think too small.

Where's the money?

I took it to Dunhill. It's safe.

I thought we were going to do that together.

It was on the way.

Welcome to our future.

Come on. What's wrong?

Something happened last night.

What?

I met a guy named Jonas.

He said that he's staying with you in Victoria and that he knows all about us.

Who is he? He's a friend of Les Bridge.

What's he doing here?

He's visiting. Les asked if he could stay at the house.

What does he know about us?

Les must have told him.

Do you think he told Victoria anything?

I don't know.

Wait, where are you going? To get to the bottom of this.

Well, you better be careful. He's got my gun.

How in hell's name does he have your gun?

He took it from my purse.

And how in hell's name did he have your purse?

Maybe you're the one who can't be trusted.

Max. Victoria.

Where the hell have you been? I've been calling you all morning.

I just got back.

This Jonas guy is not who he says he is.

What do you mean?

I found his passport. His name is Vance Rowland.

Shit. What? Who is he?

Just get out of the house now.

What's wrong?

Don't ask questions. Just do it. Maybe at the Winston in an hour.

Please leave a message. I'll call you right back. Thank you.

Les, this is Nick. This is the sixth time I've called you. Your boy Bantz is

down here and all hell is breaking loose.

I mean, what the fuck? Call me back!

Hello, Nick.

What are you doing here?

What do you think?

It's the Cathedral City Project, isn't it? Look, I'm sorry. Oh, yeah, you

be.

What do you want?

Do you have any idea what it's like to be scammed for $20 million, Nick?

That's a dangerous game to play.

People get hurt playing those kind of games.

Ask Les.

What do you mean?

You've got no idea who you're dealing with, man.

I want my money back.

When Les talked me into investing in your little casino project, he said it

a no -lose situation.

All projects have risk.

Who has my fucking money?

The money's gone.

All the investors got a letter explaining that the Indian Tribal

the deal. The money was eaten up in expenses. I lost money, too.

I don't believe a word you're saying.

Where'd it go, Nick?

In your pocket?

Call the tribal council if you don't believe me. I'm not lying.

I've been out to the property, Nick. I've seen it myself. There's nothing

but fucking sand for miles.

No plans to even start a development.

It's not true. We had architects.

We had plans. We had construction. Shut the fuck up.

I know you're in trouble financially.

I've seen your reports from your creditors.

You live in an house of cards.

A score like this would make you whole.

We'd spend millions.

Getting a gaming license from the state with the Indian Council fees, the

attorney fees, geological surveys, plans, permits. Nick, Nick, Nick.

Giving you 12 hours to get more money.

That's crazy, man. I don't have your money. Sensei.

Payback's a bitch.

Don't get me wrong, she's a great kisser, but Sam? Oh, man.

I will

fucking

kill you!

You come out of there, you are fucking dead!

Get the... Get the fucking...

What are you doing here?

I just told him all about it.

I don't think he took it too well.

Okay, okay.

What the hell is going on?

I might ask you the same thing. Oh, don't start with me. He said he slept

you. He's a little young for you, don't you think?

What do you care?

Open it.

Answer the question. Open the envelope.

I'm sorry, Victor. I don't know what to say. You're a pathetic cliche.

The divorce papers are in there. Sign them and get them to my office.

Nick, I want my key back.

What are you talking about? I just came from the office. My dental storage key's

missing. You're the only one who knew where I kept it. I don't have your key.

Give me my keys.

I saved your ass by negotiating for our money, and now you're trying to fuck me

out of my share.

But the money is at Dunhill Storage. I've already told you that.

Don't play me for a fool, Nick.

Look, here is my pass card and my key.

I can't get in with your pass.

And I can't get in without it.

If you don't believe the money's there, let me call Dunhill.

Security, this is Tyler.

Hi, this is Nick Compton, ID 57864.

Just want to confirm what time I was at the storage unit today.

Sure, one moment, Mr. Compton.

Yes, sir.

11 .15 this morning.

Thank you.

Satisfied? I know how you work, Nick.

Victoria has just served me with divorce papers. She's got photos of us

together.

I don't care about Victoria.

That's your problem.

My only concern is the money.

Well, you've got more to be concerned about.

The man you tangled with last night is Van Roland.

How could you let this happen?

You crazy bitch, are you out of your fucking mind?

You need to get your shit together.

Mr. Compton, I'm Detective Rook. This is my partner, Detective Pullen.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Is something wrong?

You want to come inside?

Yes, certainly.

Please, sit down.

Mr.

Compton, do you know... Samantha Green.

Yes, of course. She's my attorney.

And were you at her home this afternoon?

Contra, do you mind?

Yes, I stopped by for a few minutes to discuss some business.

How long were you there?

Not long.

Why? What's going on?

What time did you leave her home?

4 .30, maybe.

There's a nasty scratch you got on your cheek there.

How'd you get that?

You haven't answered my question. What's all this about?

Mr. Compton, Samantha Green was murdered this afternoon.

Do you own an aluminum briefcase?

Yes.

Where is it?

It's here somewhere.

So you don't mind if I look around?

What? Actually, I do mind.

Well, we have a search warrant.

Why did you bother to ask?

Just to see your reaction.

It wasn't good.

Mr. Compton, did you...

Have an argument with the victim this afternoon.

No.

Well, we have a witness who heard you shouting at her.

It wasn't an argument.

It was a brief... a brief discussion.

Is that your black car out there?

Yes. And what time did you say you left her home?

I told you, about 4 .30.

You said about 4 .30. Could have been 5 .15?

But I don't know. You tell me. You seem to know everything.

You left your briefcase at Miss Green's home, didn't you?

I get it.

You think I killed her.

That's ridiculous.

I want an attorney.

Your attorney's dead.

Victoria, Samantha's been murdered, and the police think I killed her.

Murdered? How?

She was, uh...

Stay after death with a steak knife.

I didn't kill her.

Mr. Compton, I'm going to have to take you down to the station for questioning.

Looked like a match.

You have the rights to remain silent.

Thank you.

I think the butler did it.

Lookie here.

Criminal always returns the stain of the crime.

You got him? I got him.

Damn.

You're beautiful.

Hand tied, so be careful with him. All right, where's mine?

Got the whole case file here.

Your boy Nick dared me.

Prince all over the murder weapon, which is also from his kitchen. How clever is

that? His skin is under her fingernail. He's got facial scratches.

A speck of her blood is on his clothes.

Let me ask you a question. Did Nick mention a guy named Vanth? All the time.

He's a real killer, according to Nick.

We had him in. He's got a record.

But no warrants and a solid alibi.

He was shacked up with some hooker named Amber the day of the murder. She swears

to it.

Though there does seem to have been an altercation between Nick and Roland at a

bar.

Something about an investment scheme that went terribly wrong.

But Nick's our man.

Wise not gonna waste any more time on this.

Let me throw another name at you.

Les Bridges. Does that ring a bell?

Yeah. Nick says we should talk to him, too. Says he'll tell us all about

So what happened?

Well, we tried to find him.

Nobody seems to know where he is.

Maybe somebody should look for him.

You're right. All right, buddy, I'll give you a call.

Say, uh, any more of these floating around?

Maybe.

Thanks.

You really did it this time, didn't you?

I have the belief that I'm going to find this Roland here. I guarantee you he's

the killer.

His fingerprints aren't all over the knife.

Yours are.

One lie always leads to another with you.

I think you like seeing me in here.

No, I pity you.

I've got to get out.

Don't hold your breath.

Victoria, please help me.

I still love you.

I never understood why a fisherman would live in the desert.

Everyone knows the Salton Sea is dead.

I always saw myself on a big boat.

Deep blue water.

This is as close as I got.

My husband is in a lot of trouble.

He was in over his head with this casino scam. These people don't fool around.

What did you find out about Vance Roland?

Enough to know he ain't leaving without his money.

But if he killed Samantha, and I think he did,

he didn't get any help from her.

How do you know?

He didn't have time.

The gardener was right outside, and he saw Nick leave. She was dead a few

minutes later.

And it was a kill wound.

It was up close and personal, real quick.

He never gave her a chance to say anything.

Maybe Nick did kill her.

No.

Nick's right about that. This is a frame.

All that physical evidence.

Buddy's steak knife.

Briefcase. The clothes.

It's all just sitting there?

No,

Nick ain't the brightest bulb in the room, but he ain't that dumb.

And the cops...

The cops think that Nick's a slam dunk for this thing, so they're not going to

do anything.

Vance Rowland is our problem now.

And he's not the kind of guy who's just going to go away.

See, catching a bad guy is a lot like catching a fish.

You got to know what they're biting on.

And you got to have the right bait.

You remember that email that Nick got from Les Bridges saying he was going to

in Hong Kong on business?

The local ISP for that email was right here in Palm Springs.

He was here?

Well, this computer was here.

Have you heard from Les Bridges?

No.

That's the next piece of the puzzle, right?

We went to Dunhill Storage.

Then you found the money.

No. Your storage room was empty.

Empty? Thought you might find that interesting.

Mrs. Green signed in and cleared it out a couple hours after you were there.

It's all on video.

Impossible.

Is that why you killed her?

Because she took your money?

She took your money, you found out about it, you went and got it back, and then

you killed her.

There's no way.

I didn't kill her.

Where's the money?

Roland must have it. Somehow he found out she'd taken it, and that's why he

killed her.

Don't insult us, okay? We know what went down. Where is the money?

Have you spoken to Les Bridges?

Les Bridges isn't talking.

Seattle police found him hanging in his garage.

for Mr. Thompson?

He went to the club. They called.

All right.

Can I say he called?

If you talk to her, tell her how I was looking for her.

Now it's time to settle our account, Victoria.

I don't know where your money is. Nick and Sam took it. I don't have anything

do with it. Sam's dead.

And Nick's in jail for murder. We both know he didn't commit it.

How do you know?

Because old Nicky doesn't have a stomach for murder.

He chokes under pressure. Don't you remember that?

The money's gone.

I heard the same bullshit from Wes Bridges.

Lance. Lance, I swear to God, the money's all gone.

I swear.

You gotta believe me.

You

really

think that I'm gonna leave here without my money? You think you can get rid of

me that fucking easily?

I WANT MY GODDAMN MONEY!

Mrs. Compton, did he say what happened to the money for the Cathedral City

Casino?

Come on, guys. Leave her alone, all right?

What about my husband?

We still have to finish our investigation, but it looks like Roland

Samantha Green and set your husband up for the fall.

Nick will still have to deal with the casino investment.

He will do prison time.

Your husband's starting to cooperate, Mrs. Compton. He's angling for a plea

bargain. in exchange for his testimony against Jack Sweet.

What? Senator Jack Sweet?

There have always been rumors that Sweet was tied to a Vegas mob.

Your husband says he was behind it all, so that's a big catch for us.

Yeah, Sergeant McDyess, please.

Hey, Phil.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Listen, Phil, I need another favor.

Hey, Mitch.

I'm glad you don't have that cholesterol problem anymore.

Nice to see you too, Harold.

They remind me to have parking tow that piece of crap you call a car, will you?

Hey, be nice. That car's a registered historical landmark.

Uh -huh.

I got you put up in the back.

Okay, then.

Got some salt on your shield there, Vic.

I'll see you, Vic.

There's your evidence. Now, exactly what are you looking for?

I just keep asking myself, what the hell happened to the money?

Samantha buried it someplace.

Or maybe Nick did.

Or maybe Roland after she was killed.

Look, Roland killed her, okay?

We know Samantha took the money out of Dunham. The question is, why would

go after Victoria once he killed Samantha and he had the money? And if he

doesn't have the money, what the hell happened to her?

Look, we got our man.

Just look at the evidence. If you find something, let us know.

Oh, and, uh...

Jack Sweet's turning himself in tomorrow to the feds in Vegas.

No kidding.

You got enough to put him away? Nick Compton is singing like an Italian

And by the way, you were never here.

How could you, after all this time?

Nick never loved you.

He only loved me.

He

doesn't love you.

He loves money.

Somebody else handled my husband's affair.

Huh.

Have a nice day, Missouri.

Yeah. Harold.

Victoria.

Thank you.

Anything okay?

Perfect. You know, I'd like some fruit.

Of course.