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ALLISON:
I'm not really an art person,

but ever since
I was a little girl,

when I look at a work of art,

I sense things
about the person who made it.

I think it might be
because really gifted people

can't help but leave a piece
of their souls on the canvas.

Ever wonder why
the Mona Lisa is smiling

or what's bothering
Whistler's mother?

I really believe if I were
ever able to get to Paris

and look
at the original paintings,

I might be able to tell you.

Like this guy here.

Look at his face.

What do you see?

An artistic genius
or a jilted lover?

Creative fulfillment
or massive self-loathing?

Simple exhaustion
or overwhelming depression?

* *

Vincent Van Gogh fell in love
twice in his life,

but was spurned by both women.

He ended up spending
most of his short adult life

in and out
of mental institutions,

until at the age of 36,

after a ten-year frenzy
of painting,

he decided to end it all.

( gunshot )

( gasps )

MAN ( on TV ):
Van Gogh committed suicide

at the height
of his artistic powers.

Tragically, he sold but one
canvas during his entire life.

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Oliver Wendell Holmes

was appointed
to the Supreme Court

by President Theodore Roosevelt
in 1902.

He is one of the most important
justices in American history

and is sometimes called
"The Great Dissenter."

What does that mean?

He was called that
because he disagreed

so often
with the other judges.

His important cases were...

BRIDGETTE:
But I don't understand.

I thought that
disagreements were bad.

Mom...

Bridgette, Ariel's practicing.

Why don't we listen
to what she has to say

and we'll ask questions
afterwards?

JOE:
I was listening.

Ooh, look at you.

Wow, Daddy,
you sure look nice.

-Mm-hmm.
-Did you hear the first part?

I was riveted, and it's
the fifth time I've heard it.

Now hang on one sec,
and I'm coming over

to hear the thrilling
conclusion.

You're kidding, right?

Well, it's the law
of probabilities.

Every time
you wear a tie,

it goes into your coffee
or your coffee gets on it.

Come on, this is
your one tie.

Your boss asked you out
to lunch.

Thought you might want
to keep it clean.

I do want to keep it clean,
but if I put this thing

under my chin
and anyone sees it,

they're going to take away
my "man" card,

and we don't want that.

Ah, suit yourself.

Hello, ladies.

Now, you were saying...?

Daddy.

You still look nice,
Daddy.

( girls giggling )

Okay...

Mr. Man.

( groans )

Ariel, finish making
the lunches!

And, Bridgette, honey,
brush your teeth!

( gasps )

Don't waste your time.
That one's had it.

-You can't do that.
-Sure I can.

Yeah, that's one
of the best parts of being dead.

Yeah, you just wait
till it's your turn.

You'll see.

What are you doing here?

I'm just visiting my only son
and his only wife.

Go figure.

Boy's pushing 40,
and every time he dresses up,

he still fidgets like he's...

he's going out to have
his class picture taken.

Forget it, forget it.

Just get him the one
that's in your bottom drawer

that you're saving
for Christmas.

( phone ringing )

What?

What do you want?

Just concerned about my boy.

Now, we both know that he can't
make grown-up decisions.

No, I'm sorry.
I don't know that.

Please...

What? What is your problem?

You had no time for this man
when you were alive.

Now you're dead;
you think you can just pop in

whenever the hell you want
and offer some fatherly advice?!

Leave us alone!
This is my bathroom!

I'd like a
little privacy!

I'd like to
be able to use

the toilet, if you don't mind!

Hey...

no problem.

I'll tell him
to call back.

( stammering ):
Tell who to call back?

Detective Scanlon.

Any luck with that?

No. In my bottom drawer,
there's a new one

in a Christmas box.

Really?

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
give me the phone.

Thanks. Hello?

( police sirens blaring )

Oh, my God.

Who was it?

I don't know.

They haven't found
a body yet.

Doesn't look like
you'd have to look very far.

We've been all
over the park.

Nothing.

So far, all I've got
is what looks like

a couple of quarts
of type O-positive

and a vagrant who
claims he heard

a man and a woman
arguing in here

sometime last night.

I called the morgue.

No John or Jane Does
were brought in.

Same deal
with the hospitals.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Does "Jack's Gal"
mean anything?

MAN:
Hope you brought your appetite.

Absolutely. It travels
with me wherever I go.

So, I'm guessing you
know this by heart.

Afraid so. Probably eaten here
at least twice a week

for the last eight years.

So what do you recommend?

What's good?

Me? I recommend change.

I recommend that nobody eat
in the same place

twice a week
for eight years.

It dulls the palate
and mutes the soul.

I'm leaving Aerodytech, Joe.

I'm giving my notice
at the end of the day.

Okay.

Well, congratulations,
I guess.

Our loss is somebody
else's gain.

So who poached you?

Was it Grumman? Boeing?

Nobody poached me.

I'm starting my own company.

And the reason I asked you
to lunch is,

well... I need a partner.

I've got the financing,

but I need a sounding board,
a confidante,

not to mention
a gifted engineer.

Close your mouth, Joe.
You'll draw flies.

What do you do
if someone knocks on the door?

I don't open it.

What do you do
if you smell smoke?

I dial 911.

And what do you
do if I want

to watch something
and you don't?

( Ariel scoffs )

I want a regular
baby-sitter.

We don't need a
regular baby-sitter.

I'm old enough
to baby-sit,

and besides, it's
an emergency.

Right, Mom?

Bridgette, honey,
Daddy called at the last minute.

He wants me to meet him
for dinner downtown.

There's something very important
he wants to talk about.

I don't care!

She's going to
be mean to me!

She's not going
to be mean to you.

She's your sister.
Now come on.

Mom!

Okay, come on,
everybody out.

I'm going to be late.
Let's go.

Come on, out.
Out, out, out, out. Go.

He says he's got to
know in three days.

Something about
the financing.

Well, what do you think?

What do I think?

I think it's scary
and flattering,

and scary and
flattering,

and scary and...

The guy's the
best combination

of businessman and
engineer I've ever met.

I keep thinking about all
these magazine articles

that I've read about Wozniak
and Jobs getting together,

about... Bill Gates
and Paul Allen.

I keep wondering if
this is the beginning

of something like that.

And then I keep
thinking about the...

( sighs ):
the company health plan,

and my great
parking space,

and the company
Christmas party--

the stupid stuff I've
come to depend on.

Hey.

No fair. Where'd you go?

What does that say?

What's what say?

That sign.

Jason Morrow.

Okay, tree with
stuff hanging from it.

Nice.

I kind of like this one.
I wonder who she is.

She's so beautiful

and her eyes are so sad.

Her eyes?

Are you okay?

Yeah... I'm fine.

Sorry.

It just looked like...

Never mind.

You sure?

What time did
you tell the kids?

( gasps )

( panting )

( screaming )

( choking )

( yelling )

( gasps )

JOE:
Allison...

Allison.

( gasps )

Allison.

( baby crying )

MR. DUBOIS: Quite a set of lungs
on that one.

Must take after her mother.

Do you mind?

Me? I'm dead. I don't mind much
of anything anymore.

Well, I do, so I'd appreciate
it if you'd just go away.

I can't go away,
Allie dear.

Not until I've...
I've said my piece.

About what?

My son--
the entrepreneur.

Oh... you know
about that, huh?

I know everything.

That's one of the perks
of my current condition.

Now, look, far be it from me
to stand in the way

of my son's dream.

But trust me when I say
that this new business venture

is not the right way
for him to go.

And why would I do that?

Trust you, I mean.

What the hell's that
supposed to mean?

It means you never
once supported

any of Joe's decisions.

Even when you were alive.

I let him marry you,
didn't I?

Fine, be that way.

Just make sure that Joe knows

that Versailles's
running on fumes.

What?

Just tell him that.

Versailles's running on fumes.

He needs to hear that.

It's important.

Thought you might
want to know

we got a positive ID
on the owner

of that blood we found
in the park yesterday.

Gloria Soto.

Mexican citizen, but a frequent
border-hopper.

That's how we had her
DNA on file.

She was brought in
on a solicitation charge

in El Paso.

So that explains what she was
doing in the park.

What?

I've seen this woman before.

Last night, actually.

What do you mean?

Like in a dream?

It was in a gallery.

I was at this art gallery

and this local artist,
Jason Morrow--

I saw this woman
in one of his paintings.

You sure it was her?

Can you take me there,
to that gallery?

I don't think
it'll help.

The painting in the gallery
is of the back of her head.

Then how do you know
it's Gloria Soto?

Because...
she turned and looked at me.

( classical music playing )

( knocking )

Hello?
Jason?

Jason Morrow?

( music stops )

Detective Scanlon.

This is Allison Dubois with the
District Attorney's office.

We're, uh...
we're working

a missing persons case

and your name came up

during the course
of our investigation.

That sounds ominous.

Who's gone missing?

Gloria Soto.

She's a Mexican,
34 years of age.

Very pretty.

I'm sorry, I don't
know that name.

Maybe you'll know the face.

No. I've never actually seen
this woman before.

Wait a second.

Are you telling me that
she never posed for you?

That's right.

I don't use models.

Actually, Gloria
was a prostitute.

I don't use those either.

But if you
could tell me

how my name came up,

perhaps I could be
of a little more help.

( wind whistling )

( whimpering )

Allison...

Allison, you okay?

Yeah, I-I'm fine.

Could... could I trouble you
for a glass of water?

In that back room
over there.

( sighs )

What are you doing?

It's not just me, right?

You see her face, too?

Plain as day.

Want to tell me
again, Mr. Morrow,

how you never met
Gloria Soto?

Good morning.

Good morning.

Um, if I could just
have a word.

Excuse us.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

That's my office.

I know, I know,

and honestly, we've been
in there all of three minutes.

He insisted.

And he is?

David Morrow--
worth conservatively

a quarter of a billion dollars.

Or at least
his late wife was.

Okay.

And late
last night,

apparently on
your say-so,

his son was ordered held
in connection

with some missing persons case.

So he called his good friend the
mayor, who called you...

-At 3:30 this morning...
-And told you to get down here

and convince me
to let him go.

Well, I'm sorry
to disappoint His Honor,

but as he very well knows,

I can hold
a suspect, any suspect,

rich, poor
or otherwise,

without actually
charging him for 24 hours.

No, he knows that.

It's just-- since there's
no firm evidence

to actually implicate this man,
we were wondering

if you could
possibly see your way clear...

No, I can't.

And you tell the mayor
I have a bathroom full of blood

and a team
of professional investigators

telling me that
Jason Morrow is connected.

That's enough for me,

and it should be
enough for the mayor.

Mr. District Attorney,
David Morrow.

Mr. Morrow.

I couldn't help
but overhear

the tail end
of that exchange.

Look, just so everyone's
intentions are clear--

when this evening
rolls around,

if you still don't have
enough evidence

to charge my son,

I will be filing a lawsuit
against you

and the City of Phoenix

for wrongful arrest.

You thank the mayor
for his help.

I'll see myself out.

It's not here.

( phone ringing )

I'll get it.

Hello.

Oh, good morning, sir.

You did?

Well, I'm sorry.

I lost it.

( whistles )

I found it!

Joe found it.

It's Devalos.

He was trying to call me
on my cell phone.

Yeah, I can be there
at 10:30.

Fine.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Look at you.

You're as nervous
as a cat.

I-I haven't been to a lawyer

since we bought this house.

You have your little
list of questions?

Do I ever.

I got my health
insurance packet,

Aerodytech contract,
my pension fund statements.

You know, the irony is I'm going
to spend the whole day

with this guy, and then
when it's over,

I'm still not going to know
whether to do it or not.

I'm sorry, honey,
I wish I had an answer.

What good are you?

I'll show you
what good I am.

( chuckles )

Does the name "Versailles"
mean anything to you?

Used to be a big fancy
building in France.

Why?

Well, your father showed up
again here last night.

And he told me
you shouldn't

go into business
with Andrew because...

Wait, I want
to get this right...

"Versailles is running
on fumes."

"Versailles is
running on fumes?"

It was the middle of the night,
and it was your father.

He told me
you needed to hear that.

Thanks, Dad.

-( laughs )
-I'll be sure and tell that

to the lawyer.

( both sigh )

Do I look okay?

I'm paying this guy
$250 an hour,

and I'm worried
about what I look like.

You look like a
captain of industry.

You look like an
admiral of industry.

Admiral's bigger
than captain, right?

I have no idea.

I got to go.

I understand, Judge,

but I'd be remiss
if I didn't tell you

I think you're making a mistake.

( knocking )

Jason Morrow is
our only connection

to this missing woman.

Respectfully, I disagree...

We will work harder, sir.

You can count on it.

No warrant.

The judge seems to feel
that we're reaching.

So, I guess Jason Morrow's
car, home, studio--

they're all off-limits?

Well, we can still hold him
for another 10 hours,

but unless we have
any physical evidence

that he was involved

in the disappearance
of Gloria Soto, he'll walk.

I wish I could tell you

that I had a dream
last night

that would narrow down
the search for the body.

But so far I've only
been able to see things

when I look at one of
Morrow's paintings.

Well, in that case,
I think you'll appreciate

the homework
we've assembled for you

in the conference room.

( gasps )

47 paintings in total,
every one of them

a Jason Morrow original.

Figure it'll keep you busy
for the rest of the morning.

Wait, I thought
that we couldn't get

a search warrant
on his studio?

We couldn't.

I spent
most of last night

visiting all
the local galleries,

flashing my badge
and asking

if the Phoenix P.D.
could "borrow"

everything they had
by Jason Morrow.

Just watch
where you put that coffee;

we break anything,
we pay for it.

Give us a call
if you see something.

Where are you going?

I'm going to go look
for a tree

with a hundred pairs
of sneakers dangling from it.

( sighs )

"Self-Portrait."

Jason, it doesn't look
a thing like you.

( silhouette grunting,
woman gasping )

-( gasping )
-( grunting )

( yelling )

( grunts )

( gasps )

( short gasps )

( gasping ):
Good-bye, my darling.

-( body thuds )
-( Allison gasps )

( phone rings )

Hello?

How much you know about
local high school football?

Not much. Why?

It turns out
the Flagstaff Cougars

have this
funny little tradition.

Every year
the graduating seniors

tie their cleats together
and throw them over the branches

of a dead ash tree
near their favorite

drinking spot in the woods.

If I give you directions,
how soon can you be here?

One adult female,

one male child.

Forensic techs figure

they've been here
at least 20 years.

Which means she couldn't
possibly be Gloria Soto.

And unless
Jason Morrow was

one very advanced toddler...

I'm guessing
he's not our killer.

Let me see if I understand this.

We're 20 hours into the custody
of Jason Morrow,

and we're still no closer to
finding the body of Gloria Soto.

We have, however,
found two bodies

that we weren't looking for,

but we can be reasonably certain
that our suspect

had nothing to do
with their deaths,

given the fact that
he was a toddler at the time.

I don't know
what to tell you.

All I can say is,
I saw Gloria Soto

being buried in that grave.

SCANLON:
No, you didn't.

You saw her mother, Inez Soto.

We I.D.'d her
off her dental records.

They matched a missing persons
report her family filed

-in Mexico in 1982.
-1982?

Apparently,
the Mexican authorities

forwarded it to us
at the time.

Someone spent about a half a day
looking into it,

and then it sat in a drawer
until this afternoon.

Oh, my God, she looks exactly

like her daughter.

I thought I saw someone
digging

a grave for Gloria,
but I must've seen

someone digging a grave
for her mother.

SCANLON:
Now, here's

an interesting factoid--
care to guess

who Inez was working for
when she disappeared in '82?

According to the file--
David Morrow.

Wait a second, the woman
whose corpse you just found

worked for
Jason Morrow's father?

According to her family, she was
working for him as a maid,

making money to send back home
to Mexico to her daughter.

Had a son, too. Tomas.
He was born here in the States.

-Disappeared when she did.
-That must've been the boy,

the same one I saw
in Jason's paintings.

I have...

a present for you,
by the way.

A little something, to, uh,
complete your collection.

Where did this come from?

Stopped by to see
Jason Morrow

in his holding cell
to see if his plush surroundings

triggered any new recollections
about Gloria Soto.

He was working on it
the whole time

I was there-- I asked him if
I could see it.

He told me to keep it.

( gasps )

( gasping )

( short gasps )

( gasping ):
Good-bye, my darling.

Feel better, little baby.

There were two little babies--
there had to be.

There was Inez's son,
and there was Jason.

Jason was a witness.

He doesn't remember anything;
he was too young.

But it's all in there.

Every time I see one of his
paintings come to life,

I'm seeing what happened
through his eyes.

I-I'm sorry,
I'm not sure I follow you.

Well, think about it.

He couldn't have killed
the mother and son.

But he could have
seen his father do it.

Look, I think what happened
to Inez and her son is terrible.

From what little I remember
of them, they were nice people.

But if you're suggesting
that I had anything to do

with their deaths...

We just wanted to ask you
a few questions.

Well, considering the fact that
you just released my son

after incarcerating him
for 24 hours,

you'll forgive me if I'm not
feeling especially cooperative.

You ever been convicted
of a felony, Mr. Morrow?

( scoffs )

Yes, I was arrested
several times,

but I'm guessing that
you already know that.

Heroin possession,
right?

It happened over 20 years ago,
Detective.

-A youthful indiscretion.
-More like three

youthful indiscretions,
actually.

What about assault and battery
charges your wife filed?

Emily dropped those charges.

It was a misunderstanding.

Now, are you finished,
or do I need

to call my lawyer?

No, no.

I've only got
one more question for you.

Why'd you kill Inez and her kid?

( exhales )

She hear something
she shouldn't have?

Try to blackmail
you, maybe?

That's your theory?

I killed her
to protect my money.

That's a good theory,
it's clever,

except for one thing.

Everything you see here,
none of it belongs to me.

It never has.

My wife's family didn't
particularly like me,

and I'm guessing

that had something to do with
the arrest that you mentioned.

While my wife was alive,
we lived off of her trust fund,

and after my wife passed,
all of the assets

were transferred
to my son Jason. Okay?

This house is his.

Everything.
He lets me live here.

He gives me...

( chuckles ):
an allowance,

-(baby crying loudly)
-I guess you could call it.

Okay.

Maybe you two
had an affair.

-(loud crying continues) -She
called it off, you got angry.

DAVID: Detective,
you're embarrassing yourself.

( crying continues )

I told you not to play
with that boy!

He can make you sick.

He can kill you.

Now, tilt your head back.

Dr. Tedesco said
we have to be sure

to get every drop
of blood off you.

( crying )

Keep your eyes open.

( crying )

SCANLON: I guess we'll be giving
you a call, and, uh,

you can come down to the station
to make a statement.

-That was productive.
-Actually, it was.

You saw something in there?

I saw Inez Soto again

when I was looking
at that painting.

She was giving one
of the boys a bath.

Sounds like a hot lead--
I mean, she was the maid.

No, it wasn't like that--
she was scared of something.

She mentioned the other boy,
she said he was sick.

And she mentioned a doctor.

Tedesco. Dr. Tedesco.

It seemed important.

A name-- now,
that I can work with.

Oh.

Hmm.

Mm!

After a long day
of hard work,

I really look forward
to a brewski.

Hmm, well, then, my dear,
you are doomed

for an evening
of disappointment.

A man-- a man with a mask--
came into our house

-and stole all of our brewskis.
-Mm.

( chuckles )

So I'm sitting in our
$250-an-hour lawyer's office

and I think it's hour three
and he says to me,

"Is it true the fellows
from Versailles Capital

are funding you and Andrew?"

And all I could think of is...

"Versailles is
running on fumes."

And I was, like,
"I don't know".

I mean, I do know.

At least I strongly suspect

based on our conversation
this morning.

But I don't know.

So what do you do?

I pretended my phone
was vibrating,

that it was a call from you.

I told him I had to
wrap up this meeting

and I got out of there and I
went over to Andrew's house,

and I just asked him.

And?

And he said, "Keep it
under your hat, Joe, but yes,

"Versailles Capital has agreed
to provide 100 percent

of the startup funding
for Gossamer."

That's the name
we came up with-- Gossamer.

That's a great name.

That's a beautiful name,
my emperor of industry.

So what are you going to do?

I already did it.

I told him
I couldn't join him.

Told him I wouldn't.

Did you tell him why?

Did I tell him
my dead father told me

the money's not going
to come through?

No, I didn't.
I don't know why.

It was a spur-
of-the-moment thing.

But, Joe, maybe you could find
somebody else to fund you guys.

Maybe... but
I already told him.

I'm sure he's out
to somebody else by now.

I'm so sorry.

I would've missed
the Christmas party.

( wry chuckle )

And my great parking space.

Mm-mm-hmm.

And we do have a hell
of a health plan.

You're a liar.

( phone rings )

( kissing )

I should get that.
The girls...

Oh! Wait, you just
sit. I'll get it.

( ringing )

Hello?

SCANLON:
Tracked down this guy Tedesco.

Turns out he's an immunologist,

one of the first pediatric AIDS
specialists in Phoenix.

I... I don't understand.

Was Inez's son sick?

D-Did he remember him?

He doesn't remember anything.

He passed away in '86,

but his wife still has
all his old medical files

in the garage,
and I badgered her

-and she let me take a look.
-And?

And he never treated Tomas,
but get this.

He did treat Jason Morrow.

Turns out Jason's parents were
both intravenous drug users,

but only mom got sick.

Apparently she passed AIDS
to him in the womb.

According to the file,
Jason's case was terminal.

Life expectancy,
four years, max.

Wait a second,
how is that possible?

Jason's got to be at least 25.

Actually, no.

He's not. He's dead.

You led us to his body.

Oh, my God, that little boy
in the grave.

Wasn't Inez Soto's son.

Tomas Soto's still alive,

only he thinks
he's Jason Morrow.

( elevator bell dings )

Mr. Morrow, thank you for
coming in on a Saturday, sir.

I'm only here
because my son asked me

to come down
and join him.

He's waiting in the
conference room.

Right this way.

Jason.

You all right?

I'm fine.

Why did they bring you
down here?

To formally apologize.

Jason, the city of Phoenix
sincerely regrets holding you

in connection with the
disappearance of Gloria Soto.

We recognize it
as an ordeal

and a massive inconvenience

and for that,
we sincerely apologize.

Fine. That's
a start.

But if you think it's going
to make us stop our lawsuit,

you're wrong.

I can assure you,

I'm under
no such misapprehension.

Good. Then we'll
see you in court.

Probably sooner
than you think.

What's this?

ALLISON: It's a medical report
on Jason Morrow.

Your son. It dates back to 1982.

You got this
from Dr. Michael Tedesco?

His widow, actually.

Imagine Jason's surprise

when he heard that he'd been
diagnosed with AIDS at birth.

Seems like the type of thing
you'd mention... Dad.

I don't know where you're
going with this, Manuel,

but you know damn well
that file is protected

under doctor-patient
confidentiality.

Absolutely.

But since Jason here is
supposedly the patient,

he found the contents
fascinating.

I never told you
because it wasn't true.

I mean,
I fired this doctor.

He misdiagnosed you.

I mean, obviously, look
at you, you're fine.

So what was wrong with me?

You suffered from a rare form
of pediatric pneumonia.

I took you to a clinic
in Switzerland.

You recovered.

And you have documentation
to prove that?

My client is not obliged

to produce medical
records of any kind.

It was very important to you

that Jason stay alive,
wasn't it?

Of course. He's my son.

SCANLON:
Right.

And after your
wife, Emily, passed,

if Jason hadn't
survived his bout of--

what'd you call
it, "pneumonia"--

you would have been cut out of
the family money, wouldn't you?

DEFENSE ATTORNEY: Mr. District
Attorney, I demand to know,

are you accusing my client
of something here?

Only murder.

Two counts for now.

Probably three
when all is said and done.

This meeting is over.

Jason.

Sit down, Dad.

Jason, I don't know
what they've been telling you,

but it's not true.

DEFENSE ATTORNEY:
David, we should go.

Your wife died of AIDS in 1982.

You knew your son
didn't have long to live,

and you knew
that when he died,

your last connection
to your wife's family money

would die with him.

So you did the only thing
you could do.

You went looking
for a replacement.

And luckily you didn't
have to look far.

Your maid's son was about
the same age as Jason.

She was
an undocumented immigrant,

somebody you thought
nobody would miss.

So you killed her.

And then you did
something unthinkable.

You killed your own
diseased child,

and you raised Inez Soto's
healthy boy as your own.

Jason...

none of this is true.

Well, there's a simple way
to prove that.

Jason has agreed to give
us a blood sample.

If you're willing to do
the same, and the DNA

indicates that the two of you
are, in fact, related,

then we'll know that

all of this was just a product
of our overactive imaginations.

Come on, Dad.

Doesn't even hurt.

At the end of the day,

we can show them
how wrong they are.

DEFENSE ATTORNEY:
Manuel,

you know you cannot
compel my client

to give you
a DNA sample.

DEVALOS:
You're right.

But I can compare the sample

I already drew from Jason
to the DNA

from Inez Soto's remains.

In fact, it's being done
right now.

And if the comparison shows me
what I think it's going to--

that the man raised as Jason
Morrow is in fact Tomas Soto--

then I'll have more than enough

to make a case
against your client.

You're welcome to go somewhere
and wait it out if you want,

but I'll be on your ass
the whole time.

DEVALOS: Or we can stay right
here and talk about a deal.

Who knows, you tell me
where Gloria Soto's body is,

and I'll even consider taking
the death penalty off the table.

My card's higher.

You sure?

I'm this sure.

I call.

I win!

No, you don't.

I have an ace.

You have a one.

Daddy,

doesn't four
beat one?

Sorry, kiddo. Ace beats all.

Ha!

Hey, nobody told me
we were having a barbecue.

Hey.

How'd it go?

Well, the father
confessed to everything.

He even told us
where he buried Gloria Soto.

Congratulations.

Oh, I guess there's
good news all around.

I had an interesting call.

It seems they're having a hard
time filling Andrew's position,

and guess what?

They want me
to interview for the job.

Way to go, Emperor!

I'm going to go change;
I'll be right back.

Hey! Hey!

MR. DUBOIS: See? Everything
works out for the best.

( sighs heavily )

Apparently.
Thanks, I guess.

Ah, one thing,
though.

Um, that firm

of theirs, that Gossamer thing?

It's actually
going to be a success.

It's actually going
to do all right.

Not, not huge,
but... all right.

What? I don't understand.

Well, I just didn't want
you to see it happen later

and get angry with me.

I mean, like I said, everything
works out for the best.

Well, wait a second.

Now I'm not so sure it has.

Trust me. If he took
that partnership,

he'd spend the next 12
years working 70-hour weeks.

And he'd have told himself
that he was doing it for you,

for the kids.

And he wouldn't have known
that he was losing you guys

until it was too late.

Are you crazy? Lose us?

Joe could never lose us.

Uh, not all at once.

It happens gradually.

Late night by late night,
weekend by weekend.

Before you know it,
you miss a birthday,

then an anniversary.

And then one day your
kid is packing up

to go to off to college,

and you realize you're saying
good-bye to a stranger.

So you thought
Joe was going to turn into you?

I knew he was. I saw it.

No, you're wrong.

It wouldn't have
happened that way.

Joe is not like you.

And I don't care.

Joe and I are grownups.

We have the right
to know the truth.

That was our risk to take.

I don't know. It's 1:00
on a Saturday afternoon.

You're home. He's home.

The burgers are
almost ready.

And your little girls have cards
stuck to their foreheads.

How about a burger?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

Days like this-- why would
you risk them for anything?

JOE:
Yeah, all right.

Okay, okay,

and now we'll...

( indistinct voices )

BRIDGETTE:
Hey!