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In the criminal justice system

the people are represented by two
separate yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

MAN: Okay, you're clear.

You're good to go, Frank.

POLLACK: Nice
take-off, Frankie.

You keep this up, you could
land on a dime, make change.

That was a joke, Frank.

FRANK: Okay. I'm sorry.

Five, plus pilot
on board, Robby.

Frank, you got a four
minute ETA to JFK Radar.

Wind's south-southeast at 12.
Visibility, five miles.

(STATIC)

I didn't read you,
Frank. Say again?

(BEEPING AND COMMOTION
IN BACKGROUND)

Oh, God. Oh, God!

Lewin Heli Flight 6947,
this is control.

Do you wish to declare
an emergency?

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Lewin Heli Flight 6947, Frank?
(EXPLODING)

Robby, call 911!

LEWIN: I've seen them go
down before, not like this.

Fell like a rock.

Six on board,
including the pilot.

We're gonna need names,
addresses, next of kin.

I'll get on it now.

The bureau wants the names
withheld, pending investigation.

ED: What about the pilot?

Frank Naransky. Decorated
chopper pilot from Vietnam.

Two tours.
Shot down twice.

Third time's the charm.

When was the last maintenance
on the helicopter?

Last week.

Frank already made two
runs to JFK this morning.

No problems.

We'll need the service records.

What's it look like?

Chopper's structurally intact. We
got three more bodies to pull out.

Bomb damage?

Nothing that punctured
the envelope.

But the luggage
compartment looks bad.

So it was a bomb?

We got debris, burn marks. Could be a bomb.
Could be mechanical failure.

Whatever it was, it's
gonna give us nightmares.

STARK: Luggage compartment,
back of the chopper.

From the scarring on the metal,

slight tinting rather
than major shearing,

seems it was a low order
of explosive. Not high tech.

Probably dynamite.

Where was it?
In a piece of luggage?

That's the million
dollar question.

There's a lot of damage
to the luggage,

but mostly from the crash
itself, not the explosion.

The initial explosion
wasn't that powerful.

It did the trick.

We're not talking Osama bin Laden here.
Bomb wasn't sophisticated.

If it had been, I wouldn't
have luggage to look at.

We talking a timer
or an altimeter?

I haven't found
pieces from either.

No telling when the bomb
was set to detonate.

It might've detonated
prematurely?

Strong possibility.

These people were
all bound for JFK flights.

The bomb could've been
meant for a jet.

We'll cover that end.

When can we get a definitive
answer on the luggage?

I'm not sure. We're working
as fast as we can.

All right. Check out
passengers, pilots,

anyone who might've
come in contact

with this chopper
before it took off.

LEWIN: I thought it was a maintenance
problem, now it's a bomb?

I'm sure your lawyers
will be relieved.

Not my point, of course.

Of course. Can I see
your flight manifest?

Mr. Lewin, who
loaded the bags?

Our people, all
long-term employees.

ED: Any grudges
you know about?

I pay my guys well.
They got good bennies.

Union says I gotta do this or that.
I go four steps better.

Just a generous guy, huh?

Just good business sense.
Turnover costs can kill you.

Anyone else have
access to the luggage?

Just my guys. Passenger
hands one of them the bags,

he puts it on board.

So where were you when
the flight was loading?

My helicopters. I'm always here.
I check with the pilot.

ED: Naransky?
Yeah.

Just before he took off, I gave him
a thumbs up and I headed back in.

Passengers Elliot and Janelle
Patchett, and their daughter, Ally.

Yeah. Kid looked
to be about five.

Joseph A. Callister.
Talk to any of these people?

No. Saw them board, is all.

Tony Rollins.

Changed his reservation
five times.

It happens, if they can't get the
flight they want out of JFK.

Rollins was bound for DC.

Um, a lot of people go to DC.
Yeah.

Lobbyists, politicians,
government officials.

If someone's looking
to make a statement...

Gibney Telecom, Rollins'
employer in Albany,

says Rollins comes to New York
three or four times a month.

Six trips to Montana in the last
four months and a couple to Wyoming.

Guy's got permits
for four guns.

Oh, audited by the IRS two
times in the last eight years.

A disgruntled taxpayer
on his way to DC?

Hey, he's the only passenger that doesn't
look like he's been dipped in Pine-Sol.

Well, I guess we're
going to Albany.

Yeah.

I wanted to go to New York.

To claim my husband's body.

The FBI told me they weren't
releasing any of them yet.

I have children to care for.

I don't understand.
How do I know it's him?

Tony wasn't supposed
to be in New York.

What?

He told me he was
going to DC on Thursday.

He couldn't have been on that
helicopter the next day.

Mrs. Rollins,
is this your husband?

(GASPING) Oh, my God!

I'm sorry.

Mrs. Rollins, did your husband have
a problem with the government?

A grudge against the IRS?

No.

Why would you ask that?

He had two audits.

His accountant handled it.

Mrs. Rollins, these people are
with our Crime Scene Unit,

we need them
to take a look around.

Why? You think he did this?

We have to check on everybody.
Can we get your permission?

Uh, do you know who
he saw in Montana?

No. It was work.

ED: How about Wyoming?

It was for his work.

Well, who did he
know in New York?

He just went in for
business when he had to.

He hated New York.

Did you talk to him
on Thursday?

He never called.

Instead, I get a call
from the police.

He's never coming home.

Nothing suspicious
about his travels.

Montana and Wyoming are
hot territories for us.

And the tax audits?
Was he upset about them?

Wouldn't you be?
But he handled it.

Tony took everything in stride.

Where was he on Thursday?

Supposed to be in Washington. Said
he was talking to some lobbyist.

That's what his
wife thought, too.

He have a habit
of disappearing?

Tony did his job well.

I figured he was where he
told me when he told me.

Did you handle his travel
arrangements, Miss Ippolito?

Most of the time, yes.

Did you, uh, did you book these
tickets to Washington on Friday?

Cheryl, if you
know something...

He said he had
to stay in New York.

He tell you why?

Personal matter.
I didn't ask.

ED: When was the last
time you talked to him?

Friday morning.
He was in a rush.

He asked me to call the hotel,

arrange to have his luggage
waiting him at the JFK Heliport.

Here it is. Two pieces.

Tote bag, standard suitcase.

Anthony Rollins,
Albany, New York.

Shaving kit, toothbrush,
toothpaste,

aftershave, box of
condoms, half used.

Victoria's Secret
receipt, dated Thursday.

Bra and panty set, size two.

Wife was at least a six.

That explains the condoms.

You're gonna blow up a plane, you spend
your last night with some bimbo?

You'd think he'd
spend it with his kids.

You notice anybody waiting
for the chopper to get here?

Couple of business
people. Regulars.

BRISCOE: Nothing suspicious?
No.

So nothing unusual
that morning?

Just a little late getting off
the last trip back to Manhattan.

Why late?

The pilot, Frank Naransky.
He was on the phone.

He usually hold things up?

No. Frank was by the book.

Except this time.

Even when we called the
return flight to Manhattan,

he stayed on the phone,
made a few more calls.

You talk to him about it?

He told me to back off.

He was into his conversation.
Seemed angry.

Didn't know if it was with me

or the person
he was talking to.

Who was he talking to?
No idea.

But every time he hung up he put
in more coins, dialed again.

Flight left 10 minutes late.

You can insist on talking
to my sister all you want,

but I'm telling you,
she is too upset.

Your brother-in-law called
home three times from JFK.

We need to know
what he told his wife.

I don't care whether he
called her every 30 seconds.

Maybe he wanted to
tell her he loved her.

Mr. Cusack...
Look,

that's it, you know? She'll call you
when she's ready, okay? Goodbye.

Give her a couple of hours,
take another run at it.

The next phone number on the
list is Schirloff and Company.

You're sure about the calls?

Two of them. From
JFK to your extension.

Frank Naransky. Oh, yeah.

Bad news.

Yeah. He died along
with five other people.

I didn't mean that.

His wife, Patricia,
she has lupus.

Naransky was on the warpath.

Wanted the company to pay for a kidney
transplant to get her off dialysis.

Is that so unusual?

Patty Naransky was sick,
dialysis once a week.

One doctor pushing
for the operation.

But our doctors say she's getting
better, the treatment's working.

Which doesn't qualify
her for a transplant?

Which makes it
elective surgery.

She doesn't need a transplant.

And Naransky didn't get this?

He didn't want her to suffer any
more dialysis, more hospital stays.

Big battle.

Naransky wrote letters, called two times
a day in the last couple of weeks.

How much money are
we talking about?

200,000 for an
unnecessary procedure.

So did you talk
to him that Friday?

No. We knew
what he wanted

and we didn't want
to hear it anymore.

Our hands were tied.

I bet.

BRISCOE: His bank says
he tried to get a loan.

But who's gonna put up
200 grand for a procedure

the HMO hasn't green lighted?

What are his finances like?

Second on the house. Took his
oldest son out of college,

sent him to a JC to save money.

A man in a deep hole.

Okay, it's all set up.

Listen close. The first
voice we're gonna hear

is the controller
at the heliport.

POLLACK: Frank, you got a
four minute ETA to JFK Radar.

POLLACK: Winds south-southeast at 12.
Visibility, five miles.

(STATIC)

Didn't read you,
Frank. Say again?

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
FRANK: Oh, my God!

Well, that clears things up.

PAYDEN: It will if
we reduce the static,

pull up the voice print
and slam out interference.

BRISCOE: If it's Michael
Bolton, I'm out of here.

(CHUCKLES) Okay, here we go.

Visibility five miles.

FRANK: I'm sorry. Didn't read you, Frank.
Say again?

I'm sorry... Just
tell them I'm sorry.

(SCREAMING) Oh, God.

Lewin Heli Flight 6947 this is control.
Do you wish to...

Frank had his flight bag.
What was in it?

Aftershave, clean socks,
personal stuff.

Did Naransky carry-on
anything besides the bag?

Just his bag.

You and Naransky,
what'd you talk about?

Nothing really.
Chitchat.

You known him long?

Twenty years. My best pilot.

So, if he had a problem,
you'd cover for him?

Much as I like someone, I'm
not gonna cover for someone

who turns five people
into pancake batter.

BRISCOE: Yeah. But if
you didn't suspect...

Mr. Lewin...

It's not what Frank said.

Attitude?

Yeah. I thought it was more
of the usual, you know?

Patty's so sick. Stress.

Enough stress for
him to lose it?

Guy flew 168 missions in Nam,
scooping grunts out of rice paddies.

He was gonna lose it,
he'd have done it then.

But he said or did something
that day to concern you?

He was tired, all right? He told me he
wasn't sure he could take it anymore.

Meaning what, the job?

Meaning he needed a vacation.

But maybe Frank was tired
or upset, but this guy,

he was a religious man.

Risky business,
piloting a chopper.

He carried
big-time insurance.

Union insurance.
Insurance through us.

Most of them carry
private insurance, too.

Might add up to 200 grand.

I know my husband.
It wasn't suicide.

We know you had a pretty
big financial burden.

Frank was under the gun.

My brother was helping Gonna raise
money for the transplant costs.

ED: Two hundred K?

I'm trying to mortgage my condo.

That's gonna
bring in... What?

Not enough, okay.

I got about 50,000 in equity.

Mrs. Naransky, we know
your husband had insurance.

Over a million
by our reckoning.

And you know what? They
determine he committed suicide,

they don't pay.

Think a man desperate
to save his wife

is gonna leave her with
no way to save herself?

The bomb was in
a small cardboard box,

probably inside a paper bag,
in the luggage compartment.

Maybe a gift box.

Hell of a surprise.

Any chance of getting
prints off the box?

Not with our equipment.
I've sent it over to the Feds.

See that dark loop on the top
of that one protruding piece?

ED: Looks like
letters, T and a Y.

Yeah. I was hoping
it was a watermark,

but there's nothing
in the American register.

We're trying European
and Asian markings now.

Hey, it looks like it was red.

Can't be sure.

Color can change from
exposure, a fading element.

Yeah, but...

Red box. Koty and Sons?

The gift shop on Madison Avenue?
Yeah.

You picturing Naransky doing
his Christmas shopping there?

It's a start.

It's a hunch.

I don't see a purchase
by a Naransky.

Maybe something shipped
to a Naransky?

This high-grade cardboard,

we only use it in the
smaller size gift boxes,

it's about nine by five.

BRISCOE: Could
you check for us?

Maybe a humidor,
very popular items.

They'd fit the
dimensions of the box.

No purchase by a Naransky.
No shipping to a Naransky.

Would you have a record
if he paid cash?

Our patrons rarely pay cash.

How about anything in that size
in the week before the ninth?

A clock, sent out of state.

A man's accessory box.

ED: Who bought it?

The name's Callister.

BRISCOE: Joseph Callister?

No. An M. Callister.

Close enough. Callister, the
passenger bound for Indianapolis.

Next of kin, Maggie Callister.

I haven't seen Mrs. Callister
in at least three weeks.

Before her husband died?
Yeah.

Did you see Mr. Callister
the morning he died?

Yeah. I got him a cab.
He was going out to JFK.

I told him I heard on the radio
that the tunnel was blocked.

So he decided to go
to the heliport instead.

Mrs. LaSasso. She lives next
door to the Callisters.

These detectives are
looking for Mrs. Callister.

Well, I haven't seen her.

Any idea where she is?

I would've said divorce court,
but I guess that's moot now.

Yeah, I guess. Callisters
didn't get along, huh?

Voices raised in anger,
doors slamming.

You know what they
were arguing about?

Just screaming. I wasn't
eavesdropping, Officer.

BRISCOE: Do you have any idea
where she might've gone?

I think she had family in Indiana.
Besides that, I don't know.

Thank you.

If Mrs. Callister
shows up, give us a call.

Sure.

Knock-down, drag-out. I wonder if she
even bothered to claim the body?

What can we do
for you, Detectives?

BRISCOE: Just come from
the coroner's office.

They gave us this address
for Maggie Callister.

Yes. Maggie's been
staying with us,

which explains why she gave this
address when she claimed Joe's body.

She's not here now, though.
She's returned to work.

How long has she
been staying here?

ELIAS: On and off,
for a couple of weeks.

Since before her
husband's death?

Joe stayed here
a few nights as well.

BRISCOE: Nice
bed and breakfast.

They're having their apartment painted.
Putting it on the market.

We heard they were
having marital problems.

If so, we never heard.

Neighbor said they were
really going at it.

They have strong personalities.

So do we. Nothing unhealthy about that.
(CHUCKLING)

Doesn't it feel great
when you say what you feel?

I tried that with
my first wife.

How long have you
known the Callisters?

Uh, we met at a rare
books auction last year.

We were bidding on the same first
edition of Sanders' Geografica.

If you'll excuse me
for saying so, uh,

you and the Callisters hardly
seem to be in the same league.

It's just appearances,
Detective.

If you have more questions,
you should ask Maggie.

Excuse us.

I had something to do with
Joe's life, Detectives,

not his death.

I'm sorry. We have to ask
these questions to...

To cover your bases. Well...

You're off base.

Mrs. Callister, uh,

did you purchase a man's
accessory box at Koty and Sons?

I shop there often, I can't
remember every purchase.

This you'd remember. A few days
before your husband's death.

Uh, I... I'm sorry.

Uh, your neighbor,
Mrs. LaSasso,

says she heard you two arguing.

Ellen LaSasso is a
very nice old woman.

But my husband and I were
still very much in love.

Pretty early
to be back to work.

If I sit in one place too long and dwell
on Joe's death, I will fall apart.

Were they selling to buy a bigger
place or to buy two places?

Can't find anything but the primary
real estate listing for sale.

There's no bids on prospective
property, nothing in escrow.

Their bank accounts
have minimum balances.

Joint account had just
enough to cover their nut.

Well, how much were
these people making?

She's a partner in an ad firm.
He owns a dot-com book company

that just went
public last year.

Mid six figures a month,
we can't find any of it.

When someone's thinking
divorce, they hide assets.

Maybe that's what Maggie
Callister was afraid of.

But if the husband dies, she
inherits all the hidden assets.

Did she strike you as
the happy bomb maker?

Bomb lab says it was
a simple device.

Something even the dumbest
hired gun could cook up.

(PHONE RINGING)

Van Buren.

All right. All right.
We'll follow it down.

Thanks.

The Feds found a print
on the gift box.

It's a match to
Maggie Callister.

(KNOCKING) Maggie.

Trust me. Do what they say.

Hold up your head up.
You can handle this.

BRISCOE: Margaret Callister,
you're under arrest

for the murder of your husband,
Joseph, and five other people.

I didn't do it.

You left your
prints on the bomb.

You will be fine.

ED: You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can...

Six counts murder one.

My client's an ad exec,
McCoy, not the Una-bomber.

She wouldn't know a stick of
dynamite from a set of spark plugs.

I'm sure she found
someone who did.

I'll only accept a plea
for the entire indictment.

What's my client's impetus?

A second bowl of
Jell-O at Bedford?

This goes to trial, no jury gives
her less than a death penalty.

Based on what?

A box she may have bought that
may have contained a bomb?

We have her fingerprints
on that box.

A, one partial print.

And B, touching a box isn't yet
a crime in New York State.

Motion to dismiss.

One SOB to another,
it's going to be a pleasure.

"Evidence insufficient, flawed
indictment." It goes on and on.

It's moot if we conclusively
connect her to the bomb,

find her bomb maker.

Check out who she knows, where
she's been spending her money.

IRA, money market account,
CDs. Money in, money out.

I'm only interested in the out.

Any canceled checks, wire
transfers, large cash withdrawals?

She's liquidated a number of
assets over the past few months.

Closed a brokerage account,
several cash accounts.

And where'd the money go?

She took the money in the form
of several cashier's checks.

How many and how big?

200,000 over five months.

Endorsed over
to the KVG Corporation.

What is that?

She said she and her partner
were starting up a new business.

GARRET: I've never heard
of the KVG Corporation.

And I would've
remembered $200,000.

Could she have been pursuing
something on her own?

I wouldn't know.

You're partners, aren't you?

Used to be friends, too.

I knew Joe's brother, Pat, at Stanford.
That's how I met Maggie.

But six months ago,

no more weekends at the beach
house, no more dinners.

Haven't had so much as a latte
with Maggie or Joe in months.

Like I fell off their radar.

Did you ask why?

Couldn't pin her down long enough
to put the question to her.

And I wasn't the only one.

Pat called here last week
looking for his brother.

For God sakes, I had to be the
one to tell him about Joe.

If I hadn't called
Maggie's partner,

I would've missed
Joe's funeral.

I can't believe Maggie.

You didn't know they
were having problems?

No. But I hadn't heard
from Joe in months.

And I called, I left messages,
but never heard back.

It's like he cut himself
off from everybody.

I went to the funeral

and there was hardly anybody
there I recognized.

Who was there?

Uh, this couple, the Graces,
Elias and the wife, Valerie.

They seemed to be
running the show.

And there were all these
other people there.

There was no one
there you knew?

Yeah. Just one of Joe's buddies
from Wharton, Al Goren.

I asked him who all
these people were

and he told me that
they were some friends

that Joe and Maggie had met at some
seminars that the Graces had given.

What kind of seminars?

It sounded like
a business seminar.

Empowering success,
envisioning, whatever.

I tuned out.

Do you have
Mr. Goren's number?

Yeah.

Bid 42,000 Texas Sweet at 20.

Overcome their inertia with
your vigor, they'll play at 20.

Mr. Goren, you mind?

My apologies.

Joe Callister.

A terrible loss.
Joe was a fine man.

Apparently his
wife didn't agree.

That's absurd.

Joe and Maggie were
way past petty jealousies.

We had much more
important work to do.

What kind of work?

Running the world.

You're joking.

Aim high. Why settle for less?

And you got this from what,
the Graces' seminar?

With the right guidance,
you can get anything.

Meaning what, money?

Um, that's just
the outward trappings.

Success, beyond any measure.

That's what it's about, really.

And power, real power.

And what's the right guidance?
Elias and Valerie Grace?

The guy's magnetic.
And he's right.

That's why he's
on the speed dial

of a dozen CEOs
of the Fortune 500.

You know this for a fact?

You listen to him,
you're atop performer.

I'm here.

Give me a call if
you're interested.

What is this, some
kind of crazy cult?

More like
a self-actualization group.

Self what?

Self delusion, more like.
"Running the world."

I can't get a handle on it, but Elias
Grace hardly seems like a role model.

Six years ago, he was convicted of
assault and battery in Pennsylvania.

Some guy refused
to embrace success?

No. Someone refused to get
out of the car, his wife.

He beat his wife?
Charming.

What does this have to do
with the Callisters?

Maybe a lot. The Callisters,
separately and jointly,

liquidated assets worth over one million
dollars in the past six months.

That's one-fifth
of their net worth.

Where's the money?

It went to the KVG Corporation.

According to state records, it's a non-profit
operated by Elias and Valerie Grace,

who seem to be living high
off a whole herd of hogs.

Well, a million dollar's
worth killing over.

Ask the Graces if they agree.

I tried.

Five calls. No returns.

Then embrace them
with a subpoena.

The subpoena was
entirely unnecessary.

We knocked, nobody answered.

Ever lose anyone close to you?

Mr. Grace...

Hard, right? Please.

We went to our
Rockland County retreat.

Turned off the phones,

tried to understand how bad
things happen to great people.

Looks like things
started to go bad

for the Callisters
long before this.

Their lifestyles changed...

For the better. They
were rudderless before.

JACK: Before they met you?

Before they were in
touch with themselves.

Thanks to you?

I helped them understand that
nobody could take away the success

they were entitled to.

Success comes from in here.

So, maybe you can explain how a million
dollars of the Callisters' money

found its way into
the KVG Corporation.

(SIGHS)

People only value
the things they pay for.

Our friends value learning to
feel good about themselves.

Learning that is worth
a million dollars?

We make it stick.

You know the old story about giving a
man a fish versus teaching him to fish?

We teach our friends to fish.

Last year, three of our friends had
IPO's in the hundred million range.

It works, Miss Carmichael.

And does this happen with all
the members of your group?

ELIAS: Group?

JACK: You do have
a group, don't you?

A wide circle of friends.

Followers.

If a friend sees a movie
on your recommendation,

is he a follower or just
interested in your opinion?

And how is your
opinion delivered?

We have meetings, retreats, seminars.
We're people.

We share our
ideas with friends.

And in return,
they make you rich.

Our friends are grateful, yes, but we
aren't a business. Check our records.

We intend to.

I could contest any subpoena.

But why would we?

Maybe you'd like to see
a pamphlet on our courses?

An ambitious guy like you might want to
consider looking at things a new way.

First look, it seems
totally innocent.

People taking courses, attending
seminars, making contributions.

All of them paying
for the privilege.

Another fine example
of free enterprise.

The Grace records
show 20 people

who consistently show up at retreats
and seminars, and give money.

There are others,
less consistent.

Maybe not true believers yet.

Maggie Callister gave the Graces
20% of her monthly income.

Same as all the others,
including the IPO millionaires.

Adds up.

What'd Joe Callister pay
for his self-actualization?

In dollar figures,
a little more than his widow.

But he was earning over four
times as much as she was.

Mmm-hmm.

Was he holding out
on the Graces?

(EXHALES)

Got a Harley Ellison,
guy from Scranton.

He's getting 20,000
a month from the Graces.

I consult for the Graces.

You write their pamphlets?

No.

You already have two
convictions for check-kiting.

From eight years ago.

One more strike and you're out.

I met Elias doing
a summer job at a quarry.

His name was Karl Gratz.
We were college students.

And the 20,000 a month,
that's for old times' sake?

It's a royalty.

We didn't plan on spending
the rest of our lives here.

We had active imaginations.

One night, Elias,
Valerie and I got together

and played at creating
our own religion.

And how did the game end?

By dawn we'd come up
with eight rules.

I came up with the first
rule, "Love yourself."

I lose touch with Elias.

Five years ago, I see him
on the cover of a magazine,

an article about him and "Mastery
For Success," he called it.

All the rules we'd dreamed up.

So you put a call on Elias to see
if there's something in it for you.

He's raking it in,
hand over fist.

With "love yourself"?

Know your audience.

The people who go
to his seminars,

dot-com millionaires who 10 years
ago, they didn't have a dime.

Now they have millions
and they feel guilty.

They're filled with
self-loathing and insecurity.

So, yeah, "love yourself"
goes a long way.

But giving away one-fifth
of their total net worth?

Rule number four,
"Only the chosen can join"

Elias made it
an exclusive club.

If you didn't have seven figures in
your bank account, keep walking.

And what do the Graces get for their
pay-off to you? Your silence?

And my absence.

I didn't like the place anyway.

Guns make me nervous.

Guns?

At the Rockland County place.

That's it for guns?
Two $15,000 Parkers?

They shoot skeet.

What do you keep in the shed?

Tools.

Show us.

(DOOR CREAKS)

What's the dynamite for?

We got beaver dams.

Pretty big beavers.

Eight half-sticks. You got enough
to take you into the next decade.

Eight? Ought to be 10. I bought
a dozen half-sticks, used two.

Anybody else have
a key to this shed?

Just Mr. Grace.

"Docket 34305, People v.
Elias and Valerie Grace."

"Murder in the first
degree, six counts each."

How do the defendants plead?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

With my husband, not guilty.

Domestic accord, how touching.
People on bail?

Remand, Your Honor.

The Graces killed six people in
collusion with Margaret Callister

in an effort to keep one of
them from leaving their cult.

Cult?

There is no cult, Your Honor, and no
evidence linking my clients to the bomb.

Our lab made a chemical
match of the bomb

with the explosives seized
at the defendants' estate.

Any one of a number of people
had access to that dynamite.

Elias Grace worked with
explosives at a quarry

and has a history of threatening
and violent behavior.

A domestic incident
six years ago?

Judge Mannheim, that hardly
merits consideration.

I think my wife would disagree.

And as to motive, Your Honor,

the notion that my clients
would harm Callister

over a relatively
insignificant sum...

Approximately one million dollars
at last count, Your Honor.

My clients have access
to over 50 million dollars.

Then 10 million each
shouldn't be a problem.

CLERK: "Docket number
27354, People"

CARMICHAEL: Your husband was
withholding money from the group.

He was planning to leave.

Did they tell you that's
why they wanted him dead?

If you want to save your
life, Mrs. Callister,

you'll cooperate.

RICKS: She didn't do it.

CARMICHAEL: They gave you the bomb to
give to your husband, didn't they?

I won't turn against them.

Elias and Valerie...
They're multiple murderers.

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

They're con artists,
Mrs. Callister.

They used you and your
husband to get your money!

No, that is not what they did!

They taught me how
to maximize my success.

They taught me how
to negotiate for power.

We're giving you a
chance, Mrs. Callister.

If you don't take it, you'll be
destroyed along with the Graces.

Elias and Valerie are the
greatest people on earth.

You're Neanderthals
compared to them.

How does an intelligent woman
like Maggie Callister,

get drawn in by
these megalomaniacs?

Are we sure the Graces
are behind it?

They had the means, the motive,

and Elias had the
wherewithal to make a bomb.

You have to put that bomb
in the Graces' hands.

JACK: Somebody in that
group must know something.

Yeah, but if they're anything
like Maggie Callister...

At the arraignment,
the Graces' attorney said

anyone could've had
access to the dynamite.

Well, the groundskeeper said

he and Elias were the only
ones with the key to the shed.

He could be wrong.

Let's take them at their word.

Impute the motive
to the group as a whole.

Arrest them all? Jack...

For conspiracy
to commit murder.

And Abbie, this
time, get remand.

Conspiracy?

No way you prove
an overt act, McCoy.

My client had nothing
to do with it.

If he didn't, he knows who did.

You people are so off base
about Elias and Valerie.

You're scared of them. That's
why you're hounding them.

We're hounding them because they
killed six people, including

a five-year-old child.

Am I an idiot? Do you think
that I would associate myself

with anybody who'd do that?

All that I have achieved,
I owe to Elias and Valerie.

I hope you are prepared to
give them your all, Mr. Goren.

You'll be here a long time.

(GATE OPENING)

I don't know anything.

My husband brought
me to the Graces.

I thought it was an
investment group at first.

And then?

Alice, don't
trust these people.

Help yourself and your husband.

If the Graces didn't
do anything wrong,

they don't have
anything to hide.

My husband said if we signed
over 20% of our assets,

they'd be returned
a hundred times over.

Were they?

My husband made a lot of
money under Elias' guidance,

but it felt like
I was losing him.

And Elias never said anything
about Joe Callister?

Was Elias angry at Joe
about the missing money?

It's nothing like that.

I heard Joe was
having an affair.

With whom?

I don't know.

Maggie told me
he was on his way

to see his mistress
when he was killed.

We're back to a
crime of passion?

Takes the Graces off the hook.

It's just a rumor.

Have the police chase it down.

Joe Callister was booked on
a flight to Indianapolis.

No sign of any
affair in New York.

If Callister was cheating on
his wife, he was a real pro.

Hmm. If you took a page from
this guy's book, Lennie,

you'd still be married.

Bite your tongue.

He's been to Indianapolis
once in two years.

So, he wasn't getting
it at that end, either.

Guy was booked on United's 10:00 a.m.
to Indianapolis.

Hmm, it's a business trip, so?

American's got
a Joseph A. Callister

booked on their 5:00 p.m.
to Indianapolis.

Same guy, same day.

A seven-hour layover,
figuratively speaking, of course.

Check the airport hotels,

see if Joseph A. Callister
had a reservation that day.

Callister, Mr. Joseph A.

Room reserved the day
before, never checked in.

BRISCOE: Did he
call to cancel?

Records only have
him as a no-show.

We held the room
until 4:00 p.m.,

then voided the transaction.

Did anybody show up
looking for him?

BRISCOE: Maybe a woman?

Oh, yeah. She came to the desk.

She said if he came
in, to tell him

she was waiting for
him in the restaurant.

ED: Describe her.

Pretty. Brown hair. Petite.

You wouldn't still
have the tape

from the security
camera, would you?

We don't.
But the FBI does.

Bureau scooped security tapes

from airport hotels from before
and after the chopper went down

as part of their investigation.

Score one for the good guys.

JACK: Valerie Grace.

Joe Callister and mother
superior, one big happy.

She was Callister's lover?

Gives Elias Grace
motive in spades.

Yeah, but that still doesn't
put the bomb in his mitts.

Talk to his wife.

She might like to nail
the man who killed her lover.

Well, so far, she's
standing by that man.

They're into self-realization,

let's see how they
self-realize this tape.

Call their lawyer.

Neanderthals.

Please, sit down.

We'll take your
apologies standing up.

(SIGHS) We know about your
affair with Joe Callister.

What are you talking about?

This was taken by a security
camera at a hotel near

the airport the day
Joe Callister was killed.

That's you, Mrs. Grace,

there to meet Joe Callister,
who had reserved a room.

Only, thanks to your husband,
Joe never showed up.

I don't know what that
tape purports to show,

but my wife was
not having an affair.

Sweetheart.

We're willing to consider
a deal, Mrs. Grace.

Elias knew about Joe.

Valerie, I strongly urge you
to keep your mouth shut.

(SCOFFS) This is absurd.

It was a week before Joe died.

Elias came in the room,
I was knitting,

I... I do that
when I'm bored.

Valerie, focus.
Think what you're doing.

He said he knew
about Joe and me,

heard me on the phone with Joe.

All right, now I'm
telling you, be quiet!

I just kept knitting, and
then he said he forgave me.

He said

I was only human,
people make mistakes.

And I believed him,
and he believed me.

(SIGHS) I'd like
a word with my wife.

Her turn now, Mr. Grace.

If I could just speak to her...

You've spoken quite enough.

My attorney, then...

Time to listen!

Please continue,
Mrs. Grace.

I kept knitting.

And I lied to him and I told
him Joe and I were finished.

I lied even when he forgave me.

I lied

and I never dropped a stitch.

You knew your
husband killed him?

No.

Not until Mr. Heckstrom told me
the dynamite came from the shed.

CARMICHAEL: Why didn't
you come forward then?

I know what he's capable of.

I was terrified.

Who are you? I made
you what you are!

And then you lied!

You couldn't stand
that I strayed.

And look what you did.

Mr. McCoy, take the death
penalty off the table,

we'll work something out.

There are six dead people who can't
work something out, Mr. Heckstrom.

You gain nothing
by executing Elias Grace.

Please don't kill my husband.

Mrs. Grace, you just admitted you
knew your husband's a murderer.

Just let him live.

If it weren't for me,
for my weakness.

I found out she was
having an affair

when I was on a business
trip to Seattle.

I called Valerie at home.

It was late.

No answer. Nobody
knew where she was.

(SIGHS) A week later,

I overheard her talking on the
phone to someone named Joe.

Her voice was

different.

I confronted her.
At first she denied it.

Then she told me the truth,

she was with Joe Callister.

She asked me to forgive her.

A week later,

I found a hotel card
key in her purse.

She'd lied to me.
She was still seeing him.

I discovered Joe was
withholding money,

they were planning something.

I told Maggie Callister.

She was very angry.

I gave her the box
to give to Joe...

You know the rest.

People wish to inquire?

No, Your Honor.

Then, Mr. Grace, in accord with your
agreement with the district attorney,

you are hereby sentenced
to six consecutive terms

of life imprisonment without
the possibility of parole,

to be served in a facility

to be determined by
the Department of Correction.

(GAVEL STRIKES)

Maggie Callister pleaded
out, six life sentences.

Lost her money, lost her
husband, lost herself.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

We have a problem.

What now?

In his plea allocution,
Elias Grace said

he called his wife from
Seattle, she wasn't home.

She was with Callister.
She admitted it to him.

Valerie Grace
never left the city,

and Joe Callister was snowed
in in Buffalo that night.

You know this how?

Hotel charges on
Callister's credit card.

I even checked with
the hotel and the airlines.

It never happened,
did it, you and Joe?

You gaslighted your husband.

What did you do? Convince
Callister to withhold funds

to make your husband
even crazier?

Don't you think we can dig
deep within ourselves

and achieve the success
for which we're destined

by staying strong.

Being patient?

You were destined to lie?

I was destined for this.

The townhouse,
the money, the power.

Well, there's that, but
that's not the point, is it?

I don't know what
the point is, lady,

but you're making
my skin crawl.

You wanted the power. Why?

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Years ago when Elias hit me,

he did it to let me know
I did not have any power.

You could've walked away
from him at anytime.

And walked away from this?

I was determined
never to be hurt again.

By anyone.

Six people died because
of your determination.

(SIGHS)

My husband is a passionate man.

His passions expressed
themselves in many ways,

not all of the nice.

He had endless needs.

What did he need?

(SCOFFS) Everything.

There was never enough,

enough power, money, attention,
women, enough control.

Why did you speak up in his
defense and let him live?

So he would have
to sit very quietly

for a very, very long time,

and know that now I had it all.

I wanted him to know
that, for him,

there wasn't
going to be any more.

There has got to be
something we can do.

We can't prove she meant
for anyone to die.

We can't touch her.

Elias Grace conned millions of
dollars out of these people

and he turned out to be the
biggest sucker of them all.