All language subtitles for A.Daughters.Conviction.2006.English

You live here?

When I was a kid.

Why grow up?

Here you go.

Thank you.

How could you not be home?

Nothing changes.

Hello?

I'm home...

Mom.

Anybody home?

Jack?

Jack?

Whoops...!

Jack....

Mom?
MOM!

Mom!
Mom!

Mom!

MOM!

Mom!

Oh god....

You humiliated me!

You knew me when we first met...

Yeah, you were just
cream when we first met.

Put it down!
I'm going to bed.

Don't you turn your back on me!

You know,
Jack McBride changed us.

Twenty five years he
wrote that column.

People find out about this,
it'll be like losing

a member of the family.

I'm sorry for your
loss, Miss Hansen.

When can I talk to my mother?

We'll have to bring her in
and find out for ourselves

- what happened.
- I don't want her talking

to you before her lawyer
gets there.

With all due respect
that's her decision to make.

Were you close to him?

No.

My mother married him
about... three years ago.

Right.
I remember the wedding.

'Crime beat columnist
Jack McBride marries

flamboyant socialite
Maureen Hansen'.

Big headlines.
Nobody saw that coming.

Yeah, that's my mother.

Nobody ever sees it coming.

He was what?
Her third husband?

Fourth.

One before my father.
One before Jack.

Were your mother and
Jack having problems?

I mean anything she might
have mentioned on the phone?

We didn't have that
kind of a relationship.

I haven't even really been
back here since my father died.

Oh, what did he die of?

Heart attack.

And what brought you back now?

Taking some time off
before I start grad school.

I thought it would be
a good time to...

reconnect.

It's interesting timing?

- What do you mean?
- Oh, nothing...

Just that you arrive from
New York the... same day your

mother's husband is killed.

You're not very
subtle, detective.

What time do you
think Jack was killed?

The ME thinks
around two a.m.

At two a.m. I was on
the red eye from JFK.

And I'm sure with a little
effort you could find the

cab driver who dropped me off
here twenty minutes ago.

I'll do just that.

Now, if you don't mind,
I'd like to call my mother's

lawyer for her.
I can do that, right?

Yeah, of course.

I'm just going to ask that
you stay in Seattle

for a few days.
We're going to have

more questions for you.

You think I'd leave now?

Miss Hansen, you wouldn't
believe the things

I've seen people do.

- One other thing?
- Yes?

- Your clothes.
- What?

I'll need them.
They're evidence.

I'll be in touch.

Now, Maureen Hansen
was officially arrested

today in the murder
of her husband Jack McBride.

Jack McBride solved
cases the police couldn't,

earning him enemies in
high and low places.

It's perhaps a fitting
epitaph that the only murder

Jack McBride couldn't
solve was his own.

So no bail.
The district attorney

convinced the judge
that I'm a flight risk.

The idiot believed him.

Fletcher said he had him
wrapped around his finger.

Oh.
I never liked Fletcher.

Sweetheart, since when
did you ever like any

- of my friends.
- Okay.

Mom, can we not get
into this right now.

Oh... yeah.
I just want to go home.

Take a shower.

Have a nice glass of Shiraz.

Jack's dead, mom.

You know that, right?
They think you killed him.

But I don't think I did.

You don't think.

No. I... I think it's
highly unlikely.

Well, that's not the same
as, "No, I didn't shoot him."

I don't remember shooting him.

- What do you remember?
- I remember dinner,

and drinks.

That's all?

- More drinks.
- Mother!

All right. And then we
got home, and yes, we were

a little drunk, and I had
a splitting headache.

You know you're not
supposed to combine your

medications with alcohol.

I lay down on the couch.

And then I saw Jack...

and there was blood
pouring out of him.

And I th

And I thought,
migawd, he's dead.

And then I... ha, ha.

I ended up laying
on the... ha, ha...

because the sonofabitch
deserves this.

Keep that part to yourself.

Joanne.

I loved Jack.

And he loved me.

The only problem was,
Jack loved a lot of ladies.

He loved the strippers,
and he loved the models,

and he loved the editors.

You're one to talk
about being unfaithful.

All right.

I know this homecoming isn't
exactly what you expected.

You're looking good.

Have you come home to tell me
you're going to get married?

Sorry, mom.

I'm still single.

Now that, is a crime.

You've got to help me, Joanne.

And find out who did this.

I will, mom.

I promise.

I may have been a lot of
contemptible things in my life,

but never a murderer.

Miss Hansen!
Miss Hansen!

Do you think your mother
killed Jack McBride?

Jo, hi.

Hi.

Miss Hansen...!

Has your mother confessed
to the murder...?

Miss Hansen...!

Thank god.
I can't believe this.

I know.
This is crazy.

What are you doing here?

I'm covering
the story for The Trib.

- You're a reporter now?
- Yeah.

Well, a research assistant,
you know, thanks to Jack.

Yeah, I... I'd heard that
he'd given you a job.

Yeah, I'll tell you
all about it.

Just get in.

I can't believe it's really you.

It's really me.

Jo, I...
I'm just so sorry.

I know.

Thanks.

It's like I'm in a bad dream.

I just keep trying to wake up.

But it won't stop.

I... I was going to call.
See if I could find you.

It's okay.
It's okay, I found you.

Just in time.

Let's go.

I guess it was
about four years ago.

You know, just after
you went away to school.

I, um... I needed a job.

I asked your mom if she would
ask Jack if he would help me.

And the next thing I knew
I was a research assistant.

I didn't even know
what a library was.

Yeah...

He was just lying
there in a pool of blood.

Never seen a dead person before.

I hang at the morgue,
so I'm kind of used to it.

It's hard to picture
you hanging at the morgue.

Riding a mechanical bull, maybe.

Well, being a mother
changes everything.

- Oh, how is Marybeth?
- She is an angel.

The first thing in my life
that gave me purpose.

Although sometimes I worry,
you know, that I'm just...

and I'm trying too hard
to give her the mother

that I never had.
You know, I never met my

father, and my mom was
always taking extra shifts

- at the hospital.
- Um-hum.

You wanted to spend time
with your mom, but couldn't.

I could, but...
didn't want to.

Well, thank god
we had each other.

Yeah.

I remember in high school
you spent so much time at

our house you practically
lived there.

It was like you were
part of the family.

I wish.

Your dad died.

- And you went away to school.
- Yeah.

I'm sorry that I didn't
keep in touch.

Well. It takes two to tango.

You want to try dancing again?

If you can forgive
my two left feet.

Well, I don't
even have feet, so.

You mind if I do
a little research.

You've got the exclusive.

What do you think happened?

I think someone broke in,
found the gun and shot him.

My mom was passed out and
missed the whole thing.

But Gibson said that
there's only two sets of

prints on the gun,
your mother's and Jack's.

And there was no
signs of a break-in.

Maybe he knew the killer?

Opened the door for him?

I think we need
more than theories.

The D.A.'s got enough to charge
her, and

he hasn't is he doesn't
want to make a mistake.

Jack had as many powerful
friends as he did enemies.

I need a hotel and a car.

Well, a car you can rent,
but a hotel you forget.

You stay with me.

I've got a pull-out couch
in the living room.

Sam won't mind?

Sam will not know.
We're separated.

He was a great man.

Knew this city
better than anyone.

All its secrets.
All its lies.

I can't tell you how sorry I am.

So what can I do for you, Jo?

You can start by getting
my mother out of custody.

Well, given her resources
and the time she's spent

abroad the court considered
her a flight risk.

- Bail was denied.
- I know that.

Can't you claim medical
considerations,

something like that?

I can tell she's not ta

Well, actually that was my call.

I want her off all her meds
before her psychiatric exam.

My mother is not insane.

I don't think the judge
will accept your opinion

as expert.

'Not guilty by
reason of insanity'?

That's your strategy?

Joanne, you found Jack
with three bullet holes in

his back, all fired from the
same handgun your mother

liked to wave around at
parties after she'd had

a few too many cocktails.

She didn't own bullets.
The gun was never loaded.

It was last night.

She'd been drinking heavily,
on her medication, rendering

her judgment impaired at
best and psychotic at worse.

She's bipolar,
Fletcher, not psychotic.

You've known her twenty years.

But I won't be sitting on
the jury, and the people who

are will have no trouble
connecting the dots.

Your mother had
means and motive.

The affairs.

And the gambling.

Oh, Jack was a card player.
Very high risk,

like the rest of his life.
He'd gone through his savings

and he was starting

People heard them
arguing about money.

Mr. Matthews

they're waiting for you
in the conference room.

Thank you.
Tell them I'll be two minutes.

- Can I walk you out?
- I know the way out.

- And yet you're not leaving.
- You're not finished yet.

I suppose not.

The problem now is with intent.

If she meant to kill
him it's a capital case.

Not guilty by reason of
insanity takes the death

- penalty off of you.
- What about my mother

is innocent?
What about somebody else

- killed Jack?
- Your mother has asked me

to conduct this case
as I see fit, Joanne.

Feel free to take yo

Do you think she killed Jack?

I never ask my clients
or myself that question,

especially if they're friends.

Well, I don't think
my mother is a murderer.

So help me figure out who
might have wanted Jack dead.

Supposedly, Jack
was writing a book.

Twenty five years of looking
in the dark corners.

Maybe someone in the book,
if there is a book,

- didn't want to be exposed.
- So find the book,

- find the killer.
- Maybe. Look.

The psychiatric exam
buys you one week.

If your mother is innocent
that's all the time

you'll have to prove it.

Joanne...
Can I ask you a question?

- Go ahead.
- Why are you such

a bitch to me?

Well, it might have
something to do with the fact

that you've never missed an
opportunity to hit on my mother.

I flirt with her, Jo.

Maybe you're glad he's dead.

Give me the gun!

This meeting is over.

- Hey, good morning.
- Hi. What time is it?

Almost time to go to work.

You were out late.

I rented a car,
got something to eat

and drove around for awhile.

Yeah, it was late
before I knew it.

I forgot how much
I liked this city.

Hm... well, you grow up
someplace, you don't forget.

It's home.

- So did you get some sleep?
- Oh, not really.

- I can't turn my brain off.
- Huh, yeah.

I know that feeling.

Where's Marybeth?
I was looking forward to

meeting her.
I thought maybe she'd come

and wake me up, you know.
"Aunty Jo's here,"

or something like that.

She's just staying at a
friend's place right now.

Why?

It's just not a very good
environment for her right now.

Why would you say that?

Because I'm afraid that
one day I'm going to

come back and find out
that he's taken her.

I mean, Sam shows up
whenever he wants.

He rants and raves about
what a terrible mother I am.

And...
when he drinks...

What happened to him?

- He used to be so talented.
- Well, you know...

Three CDs, no label,
no management, lost his band.

He just... kind of fell apart.

Now he's a roadie for a band
that doesn't even tour.

Yeah, anyhow I'm sorry.

I said that I would not do this.

- Do what?
- Unload on you.

You've got a lot more

important things
on your mind right now.

I'd say t

Thanks.

I can help you, you know.

I mean, if you want to.
I have access to things -

people, files, computers.
I mean, I don't know what

you have planned but...
I've known you and your mom

my whole life so whatever you
want, you name it, I

- Oh, thanks, Erin.
- Yeah...

Yeah, I'm going to need
all the help I can get.

- Can I help you?
- UH!

You surprised me.

I'm sorry.

I hate surprises, too.

Are you a detective?

Who are you?

Joanne Hansen.

My mom lives here.
I was just...

No problem.

Hey, you didn't find Jack
McBride's book, did you?

How did you know I was
looking for the book?

Wild guess.

- Where's the damn book, Jack?
- If it was here,

I still wouldn't give you
the goddamn thing.

Would you mind
showing me your badge?

Sure.

Rule number one.
No screaming.

Rule number two, do not make
me ask twice - Where's the book?

- I don't know.
- Rule number two,

do not make me ask twice.

- It's in the bottom drawer.
- Thank you.

AAAHH!
Bitch!

SOMEBODY!
SOMEBODY HELP!

Oomph!

Get up!
Get up!

Get Up!

Where is it?

- WHERE IS IT?
- I DON'T KNOW!

Police!
Who's here?!

Who's in the house?

It's me.

You didn't see the yellow tape?

- I just wanted to go home.
- And he was going to

- burn your face?
- Yes.

"A greasy man with a knife."

Ask the officer,
I'm telling the truth.

The officer who was at the
house didn't hear anything.

He heard me scream.
That's why he came in, right?

You could have screamed
when you fell against the

bar, slipped and
broke the bottle.

Why don't you put that
imagination to work figuring

out who killed Jack.

I think you were
looking for the book.

Whoever killed Jack
could be in that book.

Maybe the man who attacked me.

Your mother killed Jack.
That's what all the

- evidence says.
- The evidence is wrong.

Ha, ha.
You hear that Chris?

Miss Hansen's a
criminologist now.

Well, you better hope the
evidence isn't wrong,

Miss Hansen, because if your
mother didn't kill Jack

we might start to think you did.

She was at the crime scene
with blood on her hands.

This is ridiculous.

Am I under arrest for breaking
into my own mother's house?

I don't know. Gib?
We going to arrest her?

No. I'm feeling lenient.
But stay away from that house.

We're done.

I want that book.

Not smart, Joanne.

You should have phoned me first.

Instead, I'm left fielding
calls from Detective Gibson

who tells me you broke into
a crime scene, ransacked

- Jack's office...
- That's a lie.

...disrupted evidence
and god knows what else.

Did he tell you about
the man with the knife who

- tried to burn my face?
- Yes.

Unfortunately that argument
doesn't work in your favour.

If your mother is innocent
the murderer is still out there.

You come off as
reckless and foolish.

Oh, thanks for the
vote of confidence.

Look. Let's do us both
a favour and not mention this

little escapade to Maureen.
All right?

She's got enough to worry about.

I've got some better news.

One of your mother's
anti-depressants has

come under FDA attack.
A class action lawsuit has

been filed.
Physicians are lining up

against the manufacturer.

Your mother's dosage falls
inside the questionable range.

- My mother's dosage?
- I checked the prescription.

Above a certain milligram
amount, research has

shown this particular
antidepressant actually

triggers psychotic mood swings.

- Stop...
- And combined with alcohol...

And you're still using
the insanity plea.

I'm just doing what's
best for your mother, Jo.

Believe it or not I could make
a hell of a lot more money

just taking it to trial.

Now why doesn't that
make me feel any better.

You didn't tell me
about the gambling.

Well, Joanne, I was hardly
in a state of mind to

answer questions you
weren't even asking.

Did you know about it?

Yeees.

Jack played cards.

How much did he

Now, quite a bit, I imagine.

He took money from you
to pay it off.

- Yeees.
- How much?

I don't know... a lot.
It's only money, Joanne.

I don't think much about money.

I can't believe you, mother.
I really can't.

I mean this is off the charts,
even for you.

Doesn't look good, I admit it.

Doesn't look good?
Mom, it's pure motive.

Add the gambling to the
affairs and your mood swing

drugs and a half dozen vodka
martinis and jeezus, mom,

are you telling me
the truth or not?

Did you kill Jack?

Oh, god.

Did... you... do it?

- He smiled at me.
- What?

He smiled at me.
I was lying on the couch.

I couldn't make
it to the bedroom.

He said something funny.
I don't remember what.

- And there was someone else.
- Who?

I don't know.

But there was
someone else there?

Yes. He was talking to
someone, but it wasn't me.

Why didn't you tell
anybody about this before?

Sweetheart, it just came up.

Well, you have to
tell Detective Gibson.

Though I doubt they will
believe that just came to you.

Oh, but Joanne, you will
believe me, won't you?

Ohhhh....

Are you okay?

I'm not psychotic, if
that's what you're thinking?

- So where are you staying?
- With Erin.

Maybe you should talk to Sam.

Sam and Erin is none
of my business, mom.

Yeah, I know, but
Sam and Jack might be.

- Sam and Jack?
- Sam hated Jack.

- Why?
- I don't know.

He didn't talk about it much.

Jack would always say there
were bigger crimes to

investigate than gossip.

I'm with the band.

Ha, and I just
dropped dead of shock.

- How are you, Sam?
- I've been better.

I would have called,
but you don't have a phone.

Yeah, that's a problem.
I know.

- It's been a long time.
- Yeah.

- Seen Erin yet?
- I'm staying with her.

She's completely
out of her mind.

You know she hasn't let me
see my daughter in two months.

- Why not?
- Don't play dumb.

You girls are like
a sewing circle.

Did you come down here
to straighten me out?

Tell me to stop drinking.
Get a day job.

No.

No.
Oh, that's right.

That's because you
never gave a damn about me.

Thought Erin was too
good for my crap.

Well, you were right.
Happy?

I don't know if you know, but...

Yeah. I read the papers.
I'm not completely comatose.

- How's your mom?
- Not so good.

Actually she's the one who
told me to talk to you.

- About what?
- Jack.

He's a total ass.

I'm sorry, I'm not supposed
to spit on the dead, am I?

No.
Hell, no I'm not sorry.

Actually you didn't know him
well, anyway, did you?

Not really.

Yeah, well,

Spent nights, weekends and
holidays busting ass for him.

Left me to babysit.

You know how hard it is
lugging a kid to a club

- you're playing?
- When was the last time

you saw Jack?

- Are you a cop now?
- No.

Why you want to know?

Just trying to figure
out what happened.

Thought you might
know something... anything.

Anything?
Hm. Let me think.

Um... Oh wait.
I just remembered.

I killed Jack.

You and Erin get the
hell out of my house!

That what you're looking for?

I have work to do.

He's not even the same person.

- So I wasn't being paranoid?
- No, I was actually scared

of him for a minute.

I mean, he always had an edge...

That's a polite way
of saying that you never

- really liked him.
- I never said that.

You didn't have to.
I knew.

And I loved you because
you never tried to impose.

So... Sam hated Jack because
you worked hard for him?

Oh,

Oh, Sam's just twisted.

I mean, he blames Jack
for ruining his life.

I was... just as lost and messed
up as Sam was, and Jack

turned me around.
So Sam blames Jack for

killing our marriage.

Think he hated him
enough to kill him?

Oh, god...
I...

We should bring that
to the police.

Well, without any evidence
they're never going to

take us seriously.

Besides, if he didn't kill
Jack, then we would be making

a suspect out an innocent man
and ruin whatever little

bit of life he has left.

- My turn?
- Go for it.

- Jack had an agent, right?
- A book agent?

Um-hum. Here.
Martin Leitner.

I'd say if anybody knows
where that book is, he does.

- Erin that's great.
- It gets better.

Or worse, depending on
how you look at it.

What?

Six years ago Jack exposed
this ring of corruption in

one of the vice-squad teams.

They were stealing money
confiscated from their

drug busts, hundreds and
hundreds of thousands.

Plus, they killed
a bunch of guys.

Drug dealers, but still
they executed them.

And eight cops went to jail.

And one of them
is someone we know?

Um-hum.
Detective Gibson.

But not our Detective
Ryan Gibson.

His brother, Rich,
Captain of the vice squad.

He got 25 to life.

Jack busted the brother of
the detective who's trying to

pin the murder on my mother.

I got a message from my brother.

Exactly. That's one more
reason not to talk to

the police anymore.

Okay.
So, it's either Gibson...

Sam.

Or the man with the knife.

But it was not my mother.

I don't think so.

How do I prove it?
All of the evidence

still points to her.

Jack always said
you never stop digging.

Sometimes you strike gold.
Sometimes you dig your

own grave, but he

- Nice to meet you.
- Miss Hansen.

Thanks so much for coming out.

Thanks for taking the time.

My pleasure.

Yeah, this horrid little
place was one of Jack's

favourite haunts.

I thought it appropriate for
us to meet here

where Jack and I met.

To discuss his book?

He called it his
last public act.

He was going to walk away
from the column and the book

would be his final expose.

Though he spent his career
exposing the dark side of

others, he said a final
self-examination would be

fitting and fair.

It was time to tell all the
private personal stories

he'd withheld from the column,
including his own.

He could knock this
town on its ass.

Did he let you read any of it?

No.
Jack had, uh... trust issues,

when it came to his book.
He'd offer updates,

discuss chapters
in generalities.

How much of it had he written?

Well, believe it or not,
he called me the day he was

killed and told me he was
going to finish it that night.

I had a publisher lined up,
$250,000!

I could get twice that now.

I'm sorry.
Truly, but I could.

So, where is it?

The dark side of the moon.
I have no idea.

Did Jack talk
about his gambling?

Your stepfather had
a love-hate relationship

with cards.
He loved to play, hated to lose.

Do you know who he played with?

Miss Hansen,
I'm a literary agent,

not an expert in
personal security,

but even I feel qualified
to advise you against

this line of enquiry.

You know what, Mr. Leitner?

You can either talk to
me or Detective Gibson.

But I have a feeling that
if he talks to you...

well, it might just get
back to whoever it is

you're warning me about.

There were various games
throughout the years.

The stakes grew larger as
Jack became more successful.

When he married your mother
his resources increased

dramatically and so did
the size of the games.

You know, not just
anybody can ante up.

Who are they?

So where're you from?

New York now,
but here originally.

I haven't been back for
a couple of years.

- You miss it?
- I miss the trees,

not the rain.

Well, we've had a great summer.

Thank god for global warming.

So is James here?

James?
Don't know a James.

Hm.
Because I heard he lives here.

Heard he does business
in the back room.

I think you just
finished your beer.

- I didn't get your name.
- Nope. You're not going to.

Maybe I can help.

If you're James.

And what if I was James.

I'd be asking to
sit in on a poker game.

Gambling's illegal
in this state...

Miss Hansen.

So you know who I am.

Then maybe you know that I
couldn't give a damn about Jack.

He was an ass.

But he knew a game.

He told me all about yours.

Really.

Yeah, he said you ran one,
took a cut of the pot.

He said he lost a fortune
but had a helluva time.

You a player, Miss Hansen?

Well, maybe we should
continue this conversation

in the back room, then.

Nice talking to you!

Go Mariners!

- Enough! No more!
- Nothing happened.

Jo, you have to let
the police do their job.

Detective Gibson
doesn't want the job.

Maybe he's convince
my mom killed Jack.

Or maybe he killed Jack out
of revenge for putting his

brother away.

Either way, he's made my
mom the perfect suspect.

I promised I'd get her out.

I'm not going to stop.

I'm sorry.
Don't take this the wrong way,

but you're so much more like
your mother than you know.

God forbid.

Come on, once you two get
something in your mind

there is no looking back.

Hm.
It's called denial.

Maybe this terrible thing
will bring you guys

closer together.
Yeah.

Kind of hard to look at the
silver lining right now.

I'm sorry.

Okay, well, if you're going to
be a superhero, then you're

- going to need a sidekick, right?
- Right.

So, I made some phone calls.

I went down to the morgue.

And......guess
what I found?

- Dead bodies.
- Ha, ha... beautiful and funny.

I hate you.

A copy of the police report
from the Coroner's file.

One thing that I have learned
is that close-range gunfire

means blood splatter.
There are specific pat

for different guns and
distances and positions, but

there is always blood splatter.

And?

Well, Jack was shot
three times at close range.

There was blood all over him,
all over the floor,

and there was not one
drop on your mother.

But it was all over somebody.

There's no doubt about that.

Just a minute.

Detective!

Miss Hansen,
Detective Gibson asked me to

give you a lift to our office.

I got a phone call from a
dirt bag named William Garner.

An attorney for an even
bigger dirt bag named

James Haggerty.
Now Mr. Garner's only job

as far as I can see is to keep
his client this side of prison.

Which isn't an easy task
because Mr. Haggerty likes

to hang out on the
wrong side of the street.

- I heard the same thing.
- You did? Well, guess what.

Mr. Garner called to inform
me that a young woman named

Jo Hansen was harassing
Mr. Haggerty's staff at a bar

he owns on Washington Drive.

They were harassing me.
They threatened me.

Now they're not
threatening charges.

But, and this is as close to
a quote as I'm comfortable

with, "If she doesn't cease
and desist her efforts and

allegations, Mr. Haggerty
will shut her trap."

He already tried.

The guy at the bar?
Works for Haggerty.

- Who?
- The man who attacked

me in my mother's house.

Well assu

errand boy to tear
up McBride's office.

Because Jack played
cards in Haggerty's game.

And what?
And McBride owned him money?

Or he's in the book!

Miss Hansen, if you don't
stop sticking your nose into

other people's business,
I'm going to have you arrested

for impeding a criminal
investigation.

What investigation?
You haven't done a single

thing since you
arrested my mother.

Because all the evidence
points right at her.

With her record I'm surprised
she hasn't been arrested for

killing somebody before this.

What record?

My mother has never
been arrested before.

Well, that shows how well
you know your own mother.

You see this?
That never saw the

light of day thanks to
Jack's friends upstairs.

- Domestic abuse.
- Yeah, that's right.

The neighbours heard a gunshot.

The officers found your
mother smashed out of her skull.

The wife of a crime reporter
arrested for beating up

her husband.
Now, you know, that's irony.

You want irony?

How about you
investigating the murder

of a man who put your
brother in jail.

Get out of my office.

- OH!
- OH!

Oh, god, Erin, you
scared me to death.

Jo, what are you doing?

I had a nightmare,
so I came here.

- Making toast?
- Um.

The butter was attacking me.

I heard the door
being forced open.

Oh, yeah, it just sticks.
I've got to get it fixed.

I thought you
were sleeping, too.

You just coming home?
It's like 2:30 in the morning.

I just had to finish a
story before we went to press.

Welcome to the
newspaper business.

- Hey, Erin?
- Yeah

Do you mind if
I ask you about this?

It's a paternity test.

Sam made me do it.

Why?

He thought I was having
an affair with Jack.

- Were you?
- Please. Jo.

He was like 30 years
older than me.

He was married to your mom.

No, Sam was just crazy.

He thought I was,
so he wanted me to prove it.

He thought Marybeth
was Jack's daughter?

Um-hum.

I'm telling you, his brain
is soaked with alcohol.

Why didn't you just tell him no?

Erin. Talk to me.

What?

Because he hit me.

Erin.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

He just pushed me down,
like, punched me in the face,

gave me a black eye.

I was so embarrassed.

I was too humiliated
to go to work.

He broke a bunch of
stuff in the house.

He threatened to kill me.
It was just bad.

- So I took the test.
- You show him the results?

Yeah.
You know Sam, he's crazy.

I mean that's why I sent
Marybeth away, really.

I was just afraid that maybe
he would do something to her...

or both of us, like...

You know, I'm really tired.
I think I'm going to go to bed.

Yeah, goodnight.

You're ready for that butter.

I'm tired of the psychiatrist.

He's a ridiculous man.

His preliminary findings
are leaning towards

anxiety and depression.

Psychosis doesn't
seem likely to him.

I have anxiety because you
have taken away my meds,

and I'm depressed because
you're still

You can fire me any time
in the process, Maureen.

How many times have I fired you?

Over the years?
I've lost count.

Well, you're fired.

Look, if you plead to
manslaughter it's 12 to 15,

- you'll be out in eight.
- Months or weeks?

I can't put you on the stand.

You won't hold up to
cross examination.

Now, this deal's on the
table for 24 hours.

After that, Gibson has to
let you go, or the DA

- has to charge you.
- With what?

- Murder in the first degree.
- No.

- No, what?
- No deal.

She's not guilty.

- I need more time.
- Time to do what?

All your running around so
far has produced exactly

nothing but complaints from
the police and accusations

of harassment.

Have you been harassing people?

No.

- Yes.
- Who have you been harassing?

Jack played cards
at this bar downtown.

The guys there didn't
like me asking questions.

I think their boss
is in the book.

You can't introduce
a book that doesn't exist as

- evidence into a court of law.
- It's somewhere.

- Where?
- Did you look in

Jack's storage?

What storage?

Well, Jack was a collector
and I didn't want to

bring all those things into my
house so he got a warehouse

by the paper.

- Do you have an address?
- Details, Fletcher.

Isn't that what I pay you for?

Matthews.

Detective Gibson.
He'd like to see you.

Can you tell him that
I'll stop by later today.

I believe from his tone
of voice he meant now.

You picked a bad boy
to mess with.

Ken Curry.
KC, they call him.

Assault,
assault with a deadly weapon,

illegal possession
of firearms, rape, robbery,

conspiracy to commit murder.

This guy has spent half his
life in prison and the other

half trying to get back in.
We picked him up for driving

without insurance outside
Haggerty's bar.

The problem is
we can't keep him.

We just want you to
confirm this is the guy.

Did you question him?

Up, down

Up, down and sideways.

He's never heard
of James Haggerty.

He's never heard
of Jack McBride.

He's never heard
of Maureen Hansen.

He doesn't watch the
news, read the papers.

In fact, this guy has no idea
about anything in the

- world, whatsoever.
- He's lying.

Every time he opens his mouth.

But it's still
a he-said, she-said.

So this is just a show for you?

- Excuse me?
- Picking him up.

Bringing me down here.
You're covering your bases.

You're going to let my mother
drown and me get killed to

get back at Jack for what
he did to your brother.

Jezus, you bitch at me
when I won't follow your

orders and then when I do...
We might as well be married.

You think the real
killer is in that book?

Turn it over - it belongs to
the Seattle Police Department.

You're in it, aren't you?

Haggerty, you, your brother...

You're all in it together.

Sometimes I wish
I didn't wear a badge.

Jo, you can't just
go around accusing the

- detective of being crooked.
- I saw the picture.

He played on Haggerty's
softball team.

Probably knows the
guy who attacked me.

You need to be careful,
because those guys

- are dangerous.
- At least they know that

we're on to them.

She's gorgeous.
Just like her mother.

You're making me blush.

You're obviously
doing something right.

Oh, I'm just trying to
copy my mom, you know.

She didn't have a lot
of time for me, but, uh...

she was there, she was there.

She was awesome.

Yeah.
I miss her every day.

Anyway, when she died
I cried for weeks.

It was just...
she was just young.

She was too young.

Full time nurse,
full time single mom.

Pretty soon that's me.

Does Sam know
you want a divorce?

No. I'm still trying to
muster the courage.

And what if he killed Jack?

He hat

He hates me way more
than he hates him.

If he got away with it once
what is to stop him from

doing it again?

We won't let that happen.

- Yeah.
- Daddy.

Hi, baby.

You see this?

Aw, you're so beautiful.

He should've called.

Do you want me to come with you?

No.
Please, just... just stay.

Hi, sweetie.

I thought you were
working today.

What do you care?
I already paid the rent.

I just feel a little
uncomfortable when you show

up wherever you want,
whenever you want.

- Marybeth's happy to see me.
- Hm. Honey, why

don't you go over there
where Aunty Jo is and you

just go get some lunch, okay?

You have a lot of
nerve showing up here.

Hey, you. I saw you.
You were the best little

monkey out there.

- What are you doing?
- What am I doing?

- What are you even doing here?
- You kidding me?

I can't even have time
to see my own daughter?

No. Not any more.
I'm done.

How about you
want some more juice?

Okay.

Are you kidding me?
This is where you do it?

- In a goddamn playground?
- Where would you like

me to do it?
In a bar?

I'm going to get a lawyer
and I'm taking Marybeth.

You can't even
take care of yourself.

Like you're a perfect mother.

I'm done, I'm not
listening to this any more.

- I have a... Let go!
- UH!

Stay here, sweetie, okay?

Stop it, Sam!
Stop it!

Are you crazy?
She is right there.

Are you out of your mind?
Just... go home.

Go home!

I don't have a
goddamn home anymore!

What are you going to do?
Are you going to hit me, too?

I never hit her.

I'll call the police.

Sam, will you just go.
Just go!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

- What was he yelling about?
- I did it. I did it.

I told him I want
to get a divorce.

Come here.
You're so brave, honey.

I don't know.
I don't know.

It just came out.

I just... I thought maybe he
wouldn't do anything

- because you were here.
- You were smart.

I'm so worried that he's
going to take Marybeth.

I'm calling Detective Gibson.

No, don't.
Stop...

I know how this goes already.
They'll just slap a useless

restraining order on him
and he just gets more

pissed off than he already is.

God.

My god, what
happened to my life.

Hey.

Everything is going to be okay.

I promise.

Okay.

I want to see how she is, okay?

Marybeth.
Sweetie, it's okay.

Mommy just fell down.
Hey.

Okay.

Where do you have it, Jack?

My thoughts exactly.

Good to see you
again, Miss Hansen.

And I believe you've
already met Ken Curry.

You following me?

Well, you're being a pain
in the ass, Miss Hansen.

I'm simply returning the favour.

Just like you did Jack a favour?

- I gave you six months.
- I gave you all I have.

Why don't I just kill you and
collect it from your wife?

I don't remember killing Jack.

KC, did we kill Jack McBride?

No, Mr. Haggerty.
Jack owed us a lot of money.

That's right, he did.
He did.

Jack owed us $165,000
and change.

I definitely remember that.
You see, it's not likely that

I would kill somebody that
owed me that kind of money.

- That would be bad business.
- That would be stupid.

Stupid.
Exactly.

- Then who did?
- Why, your mother did.

That's what the papers say.
Don't you

The gambling, the women,
the prints on the gun.

They've got a clear case
against her.

Jack was a friend of
mine, Miss Hansen.

I know that's hard
for you to believe.

But I'll lay you two to one
odds that I saw more of him

- than your mother ever did.
- I'm sure he wrote all about

his quality time with you.
Hm?

The games, the important
people who played them.

Definitely bad for business.

Is it here?

Look for it yourself.

Patience.

It's just not a quality
that I care for.

Except we don't have
time, Miss Hansen.

And so, unfortunately,
neither do you.

So, please, please, please,
do not make me ask you again.

Remember rule
number two, sister.

All right.

Well, if I can't have it,

nobody can.

Well.
Here we are again, Miss Hansen,

only this time you
need an attorney.

Breaking and entering.
Attempted arson...

Miss Hansen had her mother's
permission to go into that...

Shut up, Matthews.
Just... shut the hell up

for ten minutes, okay?
Will you do that for me,

- please?
- I'm fine, detective.

Really, you don't have to worry.

Oh good.
Haggerty, again, is that it?

He was there with Ken Curry.

They followed me.
They wanted the book.

They knocked me out
and started the fire.

Oh, okay.

Why would I start the
fire and knock myself out?

I don't know.
Because you're not that bright?

Uh... I'm not going to
allow you to...

Shut up, or I'll
personally shut you up.

- Did they get the book?
- No.

Did you search the
warehouse for it?

Yeah, as a matter of fact I did.

And I'm beginning to think
that book is a figment of

your imagination.

I don't think
Haggerty killed Jack.

Really? And you changed
your mind after he supposedly

- tried to kill you?
- Yes.

His record's worse than Curry's.

I don't think it was him.

Well, if it wasn't
him, and it wasn't your

mother, then who was it?
Wait a second. No.

- It was me, right?
- Hold on here.

Joanne, look.
It's my advice as far as...

I think you should
take a look at Sam Lee.

- I don't know who he is.
- He's a musician.

He's married to
a friend of mine.

He's off the deep end now.
He hated Jack.

Not going to fly, Miss Hansen.

He thought that my friend
was having an affair with Jack.

He thought Jack was the real
father of his daughter and

he ordered a paternity
test to prove it.

Swan's Lab.
Look it up.

No, I don't think so.

In the meantime, the owner of
the warehouse is assessing

damage before he
presses charges.

So, you're free to go.

Hello.

Oh...
You got my message.

I came as fast as I could.

- How are you?
- Huh... okay.

I'm sorry.
I am so sorry.

They wanted the book.

- I didn't have it.
- I know.

Did you find it?

It wasn't in
Jack's storage place.

Mr. Leitner, is there any
other place it could be?

Please... did Jack trust
anybody else?

Okay.

- All right...
- Hm?

Okay, take a look at these.

Do any of these ring a bell?

- Haaaah...
- What is it?

Tom.

Tom Carver?

Carver.

Do you know where
I can find Tom?

I'm going to see him,
but I wanted to ask you

about him first.
You have no idea who

- Tom Carver is?
- No.

You know, Jack wrote one of
these every single week.

Five days.

No drinks, no pills.

I guess I've won my own private
little Olympic event.

- I'm proud of you, mother.
- Well, yeah...

Look who's the mom.

You know this is the last day
of the psychiatric evaluation.

And today the psychiatrist
goes before the court and

tells the judge whether or
not I'm fit to stand trial.

Of course I'm crazy
as a loon, but he'll...

they won't say I'm insane.

And, I think I should
have taken that deal.

Mom, don't give up.

What if I did kill Jack?

I can't believe that.

Well, you thought
I killed your father.

- What?
- Um-hum.

It was the weekend
Jack and I got married.

And you and I were arguing
about what shoes you would wear.

And I finally yelled at you,
"How can you be so selfish

on my day?"
And you stomped your foot

and you said, "Murderer.
Daddy died of a broken heart,

and you broke it."
I think those were exactly

- your words.
- Now... is not... the time.

I'm running out of time, Jo.

And you've been angry
with me for too long.

Joanne, your father's mistress
was his work,

long before I ever met Thomas.

Somebody had to
pay your bar bills.

Good, you're being direct.

Doesn't it feel better?

No!
Mom.

It doesn't feel good saying
whatever comes to your mind

when it hurts other people.

So I'm not the
fantasy mom you wanted.

Ev

Everyone makes
mistakes, you know.

For god's sakes, mother,
would you just take

responsibility for your actions!

I'M SORRY!

I'm sorry.

Would you come sit down.

You think I'm a to

You should know
your grandmother.

I saw your grandmother
once a week,

when she came to church
Sunday morning, wearing dark

sunglasses to hide the
hangover from the night before.

I didn't see her again until
the next Sunday because every

night was a party to her
and she was unavailable.

And so when I had you, I swore
things would be different.

And I would be a
different kind of mom.

And you wouldn't have that.

And then somewhere along
the way, it all fell apart.

I came back because I
wanted to reconnect with you.

Not some fantasy,
super-mom version.

But the real you.

I love you, mom.

No matter what.

I want us to be close.

That's just what I want.

I don't blame
you for not eating.

I learned how to cook
in prison, you know.

You must have hated Jack f

Oh, I only held a grudge
for about 20 years.

I guess I deserved it.
I killed a guy for not

shaking hands with me
after a fight.

Three years ago I walk out,
land in this glamorous place.

And what do you know?
Here's Jack, sitting right here.

Maybe he knew who
I was, maybe not.

I don't know.
He didn't say.

It was old news.

I'm starting to understand
what my mom saw in him.

And what did he see in her?

She didn't kill him.

Well, then who did?

I'm working on that.

You cost me 20 years
in the hole.

You remember me now?

You're out of your
element here, young lady.

Did Jack talk to you about
any trouble he was in lately?

No. Jack never
talked shop with me.

Boxing, that's what we
had in common.

- Did you read his columns?
- Of course.

You know, this morning I go
to open the paper and look

for his column and I don't
see any and I think,

what the hell is this?

And then I remember he's dead.

You don't seem that
broke up about it.

Yeah, well...

Nah.

Jack would piss in his grave
if he thought I was talking

about him like he's
some kind of saint.

He wrote here because this
is the only place in Seattle

where nobody gave a
rat's ass about him.

Did you say he wrote here?

Used to make me burn those
little napkins he scribbled

- on every night.
- Did you burn all of them?

What is it you're
asking me, Miss Hansen?

Mr. Carver.

Tom.

Do you have Jack's book?

He stopped in early
the night he was killed.

In a good mood, too, 'cause
he'd finally written the end.

Asked me to stash this here
for safe keepin', because he

was going out to celebrate.

Crazy, huh?
Trusting me of all people.

If you ask me, he'd have
been better off leaving

- the bodies buried.
- How come you didn't

give it to anyone?

You're the first one to ask.

You look like you're not
buying a word I'm saying.

Should I?

If I wanted to kill Jack
I wouldn't have shot him.

I'd have made him
drink my coffee.

Hey, look at you.
Uh-uh, be careful.

Hey.

- Hello, Miss Marybeth.
- Hi.

Did Sam come around?

No.
Thank god.

I think that he knows we know.

Or at least suspect that
he might have killed Jack.

What do you think he'll do next?

That depends on how
much he's been drinking.

When he has one
beer too many he gets

a little... unpredictable.

Let's just hope Jack
mentioned him in his book...

something, anything to
take to the police.

Yeah, well, that would be
great if we had the book.

- I found the book.
- What? Where?

Right in front of me
the entire time.

You wouldn't believe it,
the boxer, Carver, had it.

However, for a second I wasn't
sure if he was going to

- give it to me or kill me.
- Oh, you...! See?

Look at you. I knew it.
I knew that you would find it.

That makes one of us.

You are a godsend.
Where is it?

- Can I... can I see it?
- I have to give it to Gibson.

- He's waiting for me downtown.
- Gibson?

Do you think that
it's a good idea?

You have to trust somebody.

And so far there's been
no mention of our Gibson.

- Only his brother.
- Hm. Am I in it?

Not yet.
What do you mean?

Well, it's just that
I worked for him.

I thought he might
have mentioned me.

Huh. Maybe he did.
I'm not finished.

But I'm surprised,

it's really not very personal.

It's just one amazing
crime story after another.

Did he mention anybody
that he might have

- been afraid of?
- Jack didn't seem to be

afraid of anybody.
But everybody in it might

have wanted to kill him.

Can I...
can I just see it?

Just... really, I just want
to look through it..

I'm getting it copied.
I don't have it with me.

I thought if Haggerty was
watching me I don't want him

- to get it.
- Yeah. See? You...

You're good at this
investigative thing.

Have you thought
about being a...

No. No.

After all this is done
I'm going to grad school

and I'm going to study
something safe

like...
I don't know.

- Botany.
- Ha! Yeah. Botany.

No.

Can this wait 'til
morning, Miss Hansen?

I have evidence to file here.

I'll be damned.

Jack didn't even mention you.

My brother's got problems.
It doesn't mean I do.

I owe you an apology.

I just saw the softball
picture there and put

two and two together.
Except somehow I got five.

I was never good at math.

I keep that picture there
to make sure my head

stays screwed on straight.

Haggerty was
right to be worried.

Jack opened all the doors.

There's going to be a lot of
people scrambling to cover

their tracks.

Three guys alone in the first
chapter could have killed him.

- I can keep this?
- It's a copy.

All right.
It'll do for now.

Look, um... I guess I owe
you an apology too.

I underestimated you,
and your mother.

You believe she's innocent?

She didn't call you?

- Not yet today, why?
- Where have you been,

Miss Hansen?
It's all over the news.

We released your mother
30 minutes ago.

- Really?
- She didn't kill Jack McBride.

- Sam Lee did.
- How are you so sure?

We're sure, because you
and your friend were right.

There was a paternity test.
We confirmed it

We went over to Sam's
house to ask him about it.

We found all kinds of hate
mail that he had written to

Jack and never sent.
Death threats...

and these.

Ohmigawd.

I was just about to pick him up.

Mom. Where are you?

I'm home now, thank god.

Why didn't you call
when they released you?

- I would have picked you up.
- Oh, that's all right,

sweetheart.
Erin was at the police station.

She told me that you were
working with Detective Gibson

and she wouldn't mind
giving me a ride home.

I'm coming home, right now.

Uh... bring the book, okay?

I'm on my way.
Uh... Erin, have you heard

- from Sam?
- No. Why?

- Do you know where he is?
- Um... I guess if he's still

in town he could be
working at the club.

Okay.
If he calls, don't answer.

I want you to lock the
doors and set the alarms.

They're going to pick
him up for Jack's murder.

- What?
- Um... I'll explain

- everything when I see you.
- Hurry home, sweetheart.

Okay.

Bye.

What?

I don't know... something
about my mother's tone.

Well, she did spend
nearly a week in prison.

A week dodging bullets
and I'm getting paranoid.

Welcome to my world.

FREEZE!
UP AGAINST THE WALL!

Against the wall!

- Jeez.
- Cuff him.

What does this have to
do with, for christ's sake?

Gi

- You're under arrest.
- For what?

For the murder of Jack McBride.

We found the evidence
at your place... the letters.

What letters? What the hell
are you talking about?

Hate letters to Jack McBride,

pictures of him cut to shreds,
the bloody gloves.

None of that stuff was
mine, I didn't kill him.

- You had motive, pal.
- What motive?

The paternity test.
You thought Marybeth

was Jack's daughter, not yours.

Jezus. You're wrong.
You're not even close.

All right, you got two
seconds, then you're

- going to jail.
- If I had letters and

pictures and bloody gloves,
you think I'd leave them out

for you to find?
Look, Erin ordered the

paternity test, not me.
I know Marybeth is my kid,

and so does she.
This was never about Marybeth.

- Now don't you get it?
- Sonofa... take him in!

Hold him till you hear from me!

Hello?

Hi, sweetheart.

I am so sorry I didn't call you.

I'm just glad you're home.

Did... did they find Sam?

I don't know.

I've been telling
your mom all about him.

It's pretty unbelievable.

Erin, it's been so sweet
of you to stay here

with me tonight.
But I'm sure you're tired

and... it's all right
for you to go home now.

With Sam running
around out there?

I think it's a good
idea if she stays.

Well, I am really exhausted.

I'm not leaving
until I read that book.

Okay.

- Erin, is something wrong?
- You mean besides my

husband getting
arrested for murder? No.

I'm sorry.

No, I mean, we're
here together, right?

It's like... like
when we were kids.

Erin, are you going
to tell her, or do I need to?

- Tell me what?
- Erin was telling me

earlier that she believes
Jack was her father.

What?

I never wanted to
bring you into this, Jo.

The paternity test - it wa

was Jack's daughter.
It was to prove that I am.

And I'm sorry that
I lied to you.

I..I just had to wait for you
to find the book so that

you would believe me.

I... I don't understand.

I know.

Right before my mom died she
told me that she'd had

an affair with Jack, and
that I was his daughter.

Why didn't you
tell me this before?

We lost touch when you
moved to New York, you know.

And this week didn't really
seem like a good time

to tell you.

They met, when he was
doing a story about corruption

in the health care industry.
He interviewed her.

I hardly even believed it.

But then... then he
gave me that job.

And he was so good to me.

And I started thinking that
maybe it was because he knew

that I was his
daughter, you know?

So, I told him and I asked
him to take the test.

Mom, did Jack tell you
about any of this?

Sweetheart, Jack stopped
telling me a long time ago

about girls who tried
to blackmail him.

I never tried to blackmail him.

But, Erin, the results
were negative.

No. Jack had them altered.
Don't you see this?

He knew everyone.
He... he used his influence.

Erin, I told you, Jack
couldn't have been your father.

You just shut up, Maureen.

Jack... couldn't...
have... children.

Jus

Just shut the hell up!

- Erin...
- Erin, you better calm down.

Erin...
This is pretty u

Sit down.
Please, sit down.

Come sit down.

I'm sorry.

I just want to stay here,
and I want to read the book,

because if there is one
mention of my mom here,

then we'll know
the truth, right?

- Of course.
- Thank you.

He doesn't even mention her.

Don't get upset, Erin.

I don't understand.

Maybe a chapter is
missing in the book...

or he was planning
on writing more.

No.
No, no.

He told me... he told me...
he told me he was finished.

When did Jack tell you that?

I don't know...
a couple of weeks ago.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm positive.
Why?

Erin, both Jack's agent
and Tom Carver told me that

he didn't finish writing
the book until the night

he was killed.

So?

So it seems unlikely that
he would have told you that

a couple of weeks ago.

Were you here the
night Jack was killed?

What?
No.

I think you were.

- Jo.
- You came over that night

to con

to confront him.

You told me that
you slept with her!

- You changed it!
- That's not even true!

When he denied fixing the test,

denying you,

you knew where the gun was.

You practically grew up here.

Don't, don't do it!
Jack, stop!

Ohmigawd.

No.
I did not..

You panicked.

You saw my mom passed
out and you put the gun

in her hand.

I just wanted him to admit it.

I didn't want your
money, Maureen.

I just wanted...
and I just thought

maybe he could help me
take care of Marybeth.

It was an accident.
I swear it.

I believe that, Erin.

And when you realized what
you'd done, you decided

to frame Sam.

The gloves, the photos,
the letters, you hid them

at his place
for the police to find.

But I need... I need to keep
him away from Marybeth.

You know that.

Wha... what are you doing?

Maureen, don't!

I said don't do that!
Stop!

All right.

Erin. Sweetie.

Think about Marybeth.

I am thinking about her.
She is my life.

And if you... if you turn me in
then Sammy will take her.

We'll say it was an accident.

How? How?
Nobody will believe me now

because I've screwed
everything up.

- I'm sorry.
- Okay, calm down.

- Don't! Please, don't!
- Calm down.

POLICE!

AH!

- Well, she'll pull through.
- Oh, thank god.

- I feel bad for Marybeth.
- Yeah.

Sam will really have to get
his act together, won't he?

Child Services will help him.

But, um... they're not going
to cut him much slack.

I can't help but feel
bad for Erin, too.

Did Jack have an
affair with her mother?

Well, now, you have to
remember he was Jack McBride.

I guess.
He was one of a kind, huh?

All right, well first thing in
the morning I'll need full

statements from both of you.

All right.

If you hadn't had come...

You going to publish the book?

I think he'd
probably want us to.

Well, that's going to be
one hell of an epilogue.

All right, then,
tomorrow morning.

- Good night.
- Good night.

You cook?

Nope.
You do.

- Hey, mom.
- Um-hum

You know I have
a life to get back to?

Yeah. I know.

Well, I bet there won't be
another student in the whole

class who will have a better
report on how I spent my

spring vacation.

I'm in college now.

We don't really do the
spring break essays anymore.

Right.
I'm sorry.

You know, now that
I've got you here,

I hate to let you go.

I know the feeling.

You know what I've
been thinking I might do.

- What?
- Well, I was thinking...

I might just sell this house
and move back East.

- Really?
- Yeah. What do you think?

You think New York's got
room for another

flamboyant socialite?

God help New York.

All right.
Together.

- Ready?
- Oh, gosh!