All language subtitles for Without.a.Trace.S06E16.A.Dollar.and.a.Dream.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Viv, I'm sorry.

I told the detective

that all the decisions
were mine.

You know, now is not the time.

SAMANTHA:
I don't want the baby

to get attached to you.

You know, he gets attached
to you

and... and then you wake up
one day

and decide
that it's all too much

and disappear,
so I guess the question is...

can you be here for him?

:
Whoa.

Hey, you're home.

Yeah, wow, you're still here.

Yeah.

What happened?

Oh, I got into it
with my Phillips head,

but I'm fine.

I'll be done in a few.

You know what-- you've done
most of the heavy lifting.

Let me... let me
take it from here.

You sure?

Yeah, yeah, I'm
an FBI agent.

I think I can handle
a screwdriver

without hurting anybody.

:
Right.

You know, I meant to ask you:

how much longer
are you planning on working?

I beg your pardon?

Well, my mom worked till they
wheeled her into the ER.

She went back as soon
as I was on the bottle.

Wow, um, I...
you know what,

I hadn't really even
thought about it.

Well, whatever you decide,

if you need anything,
just say the word.

Thank you.

Yeah, I will.

Here.
Oh.

Watch out.

:
Right.

Do you mind?

No, um, no, no...

Go... go, go ahead.

See you later,
little guy.

Thanks.

Sure.

Bye.

Bye.

MAN:
We were going camping
for the weekend,

and it was my turn
to bring the food, right?

This story again?

Elliot has not
heard this.

Okay.
So I go to this
dive bar,

and there's this
all-you-can-eat happy hour,

and when the barkeep
isn't looking, I fill

three of these
one-gallon baggies

with wings, potato skins,
everything.

Yeah, he's not mentioning
the fact that we were leaving

the next morning,
and he didn't

have a refrigerator
in his apartment.

WOMAN:
You know, I was
in the bushes

hurling for two days.

Oh, it wasn't so bad.

I dropped down
to like a size 3.

Yeah, you never thanked me.

Well, that was then,

and this is now, right?

Time to break it out?

Break out what?

We packed a surprise.

Ooh...

Just a little
something special.

Champagne?

Well, I can only have a sip
because of the baby,

but I thought
we should celebrate.

And I got...

beluga caviar.

The stuff's like
$295 a pop.

For fish eggs--
you're kidding.

Hey, you brought something
to put it on, right?

Like what?

I don't know.

It's supposed
to go on crackers.

Oh!

Oh-ho!

I'm gonna go to bed.

You're not gonna

have some champagne?

No, you know what,
I'm really tired,

and I'm leaving early
in the morning, so...

you guys have fun.

Oh, God.

Oh, man, she's
not missing out.

This stuff
tastes like ass.

Hi.

Is there anything I can do
before I take off?

Uh, no, we're good.
Right.

You sure you
want to leave?

Yeah, trying
to get the co-op board

to approve my bathroom plans
all week,

and today's the only day
he's free, so...

I'm gonna stay and help
with the rest of this.

I'll catch a ride.

Hey.

About last night,
sorry if we went overboard.

Jeff warned me
you wouldn't like it.

It's okay.

You sure?
Yeah, I'm fine.

I just... I really
have to go.

Nice place.

Our missing person bought it
a couple weeks ago.

Her name's Lacey Moran,
24 years old.

24?
24.

She won the lotto last month.

32 million bucks.

Before that, she was working
as a waitress

at a place called Saul's
on Houston.

When was she last seen?
Yesterday,

at 8:00 A.M., she was seen
leaving Harriman State Park.

She came back early
because she had a meeting

with someone on
the co-op board;

only I called the co-op board,

Do we know
if she even made it home?
Yeah.

Her car's in her space,
and we have this.

This is from the
parking garage.

Take a look at
the time stamp.

Yesterday, 9:30 A.M.
Mm-hmm.

So who called it in?

The cleaning lady.

Came in at 7:00 A.M.
this morning.

The door was wide open.

She found Lacey's purse
and her wallet,

so she got worried;
she called her cell phone;

she didn't answer;
she got really worried,

and that's when she

called 911.

Well, if she wasn't missing,

I'd say she's the luckiest girl
in New York.

Welcome back, sir.

Thanks.

:
Malone.

Hey, Alex.

Yeah, I'm fine.

You... I told you,
I take full responsibility.

Okay, you just tell me where
and when, and I'll be there.

Okay. Thanks.

Check the icebox.
Viv.

Hey. Hold on a second. Hi.

Hey, I just got back.

Uh, Sam will get you up to speed
on the case, okay?

Yes.

Sure.

Mr. Turner,

I'm Special Agent Johnson.

Please, have a seat.

Now...

Can you account
for your whereabouts

after you left the campsite?

My sister dropped me at home

because they're in Tillworth
this morning.

All right, well,
I'd like for you

to write down the names
and numbers of anyone

who can
confirm that.

You think I did something
to her?

I love Lacey.
I would never hurt her.

So, Paula Reiser's your sister?

Yeah, we knew Lacey
in Philadelphia.

What made you all
move out to New York?

Paula wanted to get
into fashion design.

Lacey just came
because they're best friends.

I visited one summer,

and Lacey and I hit it off,
and I came, too.

Well, it looks like Lacey lied

about why she came back
to the city early.

Why would that be?

I don't know.

But something
was going on with her.

After we set up camp
on Saturday,

I went out to gather firewood

while Paula and Elliot
were at the store.

MAN:
Is that a joke?

Because, if you're
trying to blow me off,

you can find a
better excuse.

LACEY:
I said I was sorry.

I want a real explanation.

TURNER:
Hey!
You need to...

get out of here.

What the hell was that?

I don't know.
You okay?

Yeah, this...
this man just came

out of nowhere and
started screaming.

What did he want?

I guess someone stole
his wallet from his tent.

I told him I didn't
know anything.

Thank God you were here.

We should go tell the ranger.

The ranger said he saw the guy,

but he didn't report
any robbery.

Think she was lying?

She stuck to her story.

Could it have been
an ex-boyfriend

or relative,
someone trying

to get a piece
of her

now that she's won
all that money?

Me, Paula, and Elliot
are all she's got.

And how did she handle
having all that money?

We all grew up with nothing.

Having money around

just takes some getting used to.

Thanks?

Um, I got it

in a fruit basket,
although I...

I don't know how a banana says,
"Sorry you got shot."

Maybe booze
would've been better.

So, uh, how we doing
on, uh, Stacey Morton?

Uh, you mean Lacey Moran?

Right.

Right, okay.

Well, um, the boyfriend
seems to alibi out, and, um,

I'm combing through
Lacey's financials right now.

Is that one bill?

Yeah. Since she got her

lump sum payout, Jack,
she's been averaging

30 grand a week.

It's a good thing
she's taking care of her money.

Not to mention that
she's been loaning thousands

and thousands
of dollars to friends.

Well, it looks like she's been
paying for everything

with credit cards and checks.

Do you have any idea
why she would need

$3,000 in cash?

That's Wednesday.
Hmm-mm.

Not yet,
but I'm looking into it.

Well, let me
know when you

find out.
Mm-hmm.

He doesn't look
familiar to me, no.

Ms. Reiser?

I'm sorry.

I can't even believe
we're doing this.

I know. It's hard.

Well, take
a good look, please.

Maybe he's somebody
that she worked with?

No.

Well, Lacey wrote you guys
a check for $10,000 last week.

Can you tell us
what that was for?

Our baby.

Paula's only three months along,

but Lacey wanted
to put away money

for a college fund so our kid
could be the first of us to go.

You may not know
what this was for,

but, uh, last Wednesday,
she withdrew $3,000 cash.

Do you have
any idea why?

You said "Wednesday"?

Mm-hmm.

I know I saw her that day.

It's not our old, stained beauty

with the springs
popping out, Lace,

but I'd lounge her any day.

Yeah, it's nice.

What's in the boxes?

Um, the lamps we picked
out finally came.

Aren't you going
to open them?

I guess. Yeah.

Hey, I didn't

push those on you, did I?

You said you like them.

I did.

No, I do. I do.

I met this guy
on the street today.

He was collecting donations
for kids

with cleft lips
in South America.

Did you give him money?

Yeah.

You can't help out everyone
with a sob story, Lacey.

Half of them aren't even true.

No, this was real.

You should've seen the pictures
of these kids, Paula.

They can't afford
a $250 surgery

to get their faces fixed,
and I'm buying $2,000 lamps.

It doesn't make you
a bad person.

I mean, think about all the good

you've already done
with the baby.

Me and Elliot could
never afford college.

I know. It's...

It's just the way
I got the money.

I guess I feel
this responsibility.

Like I need to do something
important with it that...

that helps people.

You need a break.

You've been going

nonstop since you won.

You know, go somewhere nice.

Then when you
get back,

you can start a foundation:
The Lacey Fund.

That way, you can control
who the money goes to.

I like that idea.

To be honest,
I'd rather go camping.

Would you and Elliot
be up for that?

Like old times?

Definitely.

Even before Lacey had the money,
she was generous.

Did Lacey tell you
anything else

about the money she mentioned
or the charity?

No.

But I know she went down
to The Village that morning.

Do you think this guy
did something to her?

Certainly going
to try and find out.

Okay. Thank you. Bye.

Well, we can add "pizza
for dinner" to the timeline.

Lacey's doorman
let a delivery guy

up to her apartment
around 8:00 last night,

but he doesn't remember
what pizzeria the guy was from.

That's weird. I didn't see pizza
places on her phone records.

Yeah, well, someone's going
to have fun

canvassing pizzerias,
and it's not going to be me.

It's not going to be me, either.

NYPD just picked up our suspect,
Raoul Perez.

He was soliciting

donations in The Village
for a charity called

Smiling Faces Around the Globe.

Hey, Raoul.

Where's Lacey Moran?

Uh, I don't know
who you're talking about.

I'm talking about the girl
that you assaulted

Wasn't me.

No? Okay, so I guess the guy

that scammed her for $3,000
wasn't you either?

I'm helping kids.

You're lining your own pockets.
Look, I spoke to the people

at Smiling Faces
Around the Globe,

and they said you quit
four months ago,

because they caught you
stealing donations.

That was never proven.

I just figured it out.

She realized
you were scamming her

and you did something
to keep her quiet.

What'd you do, Raoul?
Nothing.

What happened at the campground?

I already told you: nothing.

Raoul, fraud's one thing.

Kidnapping's another,
and murder?

Do you want
to deal with that?

You want to deal with murder?

All right.

Okay.

After her first donation,

I convinced her to pledge more.

When she didn't show up
with the check,

I thought she made my con.

I had to make sure I was okay.

Raoul?

What are you doing here?

Uh, you said you were
going to drop off

your check before you
went out of town.

So you came
all the way out here?

You told me where you were going
and I need the money now.

Some of the surgeries
are already scheduled.

I'm sorry.

I can't give you the money.

What do you mean?

I thought you wanted
to help those kids.

Of course I do.

It's just my situation
has changed.

Changed how?

Look, you wouldn't understand.

Why not?
Because you're a good person.

So are you.

My God, the money
you pledged...

that's going to let 40 kids
smile for the first time

in their lives.
I wish I could

give you the money, but I can't.

I just want to know why.

I mean,

what am I supposed
to tell those kids?

The money's not mine!

And I have to give it back.

Is this a joke?!

Because if
you're trying

to blow me off,
you can find a better excuse.

I said I was sorry.

Look, I want a real explanation!

JEFF:
Hey!

LACEY:
You need to...

get out of here.

I figured it was time
to cut bait.

Do you know what she meant
by the money wasn't hers?

No idea.

What do you think?

Makes me think
that the lottery ticket

didn't belong to her
in the first place.

was sold on March 18
at Reed's Marketplace

right down from Chelsea Park.
I'll have it

cued up here in a sec.

ELENA:
You know, the drawing
was a couple days later,

and Lacey didn't
cash it in

until the 27th.

Probably didn't want
to draw the attention

of whoever she stole it from.
We're up.

ELENA: That's our guy?
It's the right spot
in the time code.

Unfortunately he paid cash,
so there's

no credit card to track.

What is it that he's carrying

in his right hand?

That looks like
a prescription bag.

Yeah, let me call
the store's pharmacy.

Desmond Carter?

FBI!

Desmond Carter...

Hi, excuse me.

I'm with the FBI.
I'm looking

for Desmond Carter.
Could you help me out?

You're a few weeks late.

Why

Nope, died in his Laz-E-Boy
right in there. Cancer.

Um, have you seen this

woman before?

Lacey?
She was one of his friends.

Actually, his only friend.

Okay, do you know
how they know each other?

Guess he was a regular
at the diner where works.

When he got sicker, she took
to helping him out around here.

So he tells
these passengers,

"I've been turning left
at this light for 14 years.

"Today, I'm turning right

and we're all going
to the boardwalk."

So what happened?

When he got back,
my boss fired him.

Hmm.
But at least he got a tan.

WOMAN:
Desmond?

We need to talk.

Hey, Maureen?
What's going on?

I loaned
your buddy $95

so the power guy wouldn't
leave him in the dark.

Haven't seen a dime back yet.

Okay.

Why don't you
go unpack these,

and I'll be in
in a minute.

Thanks a million, Lacey.
Okay.

Look, his disability check
will be in in the next

day or so, and once
it's deposited,

he'll get you
your money.

I got bills
of my own to pay.

I know how it is.

Just think about how hard
it is for your or me

to make ends meet,
and then imagine being sick.

He needs all the help
that we can give.

I'm not running a charity.

I know. Just... give him
a couple more days.

If he doesn't have it,
I expect the money from you.

Desmond was lucky
to have her around.

When he died, she was
the only one who bothered

to come clean out all his crap.

Do you know
if he has any family?

His son stopped by
about a week after,

wanted to know where all
his father's stuff went.
Got a name?

I just remember
it wasn't Carter.

Well, then how'd you know
it was his son?

Because he said so.

And what did you tell his son?

I gave him
Lacey's name and number.

Figured let them hash it out.

Thank you.

Hi.

Hey.

Something
that I wanted

to ask you, but I can't remember
what it was.

Are you okay?

Mm-hmm.

I'm fine.

I'm just, you know,

just getting back
on my feet.

Well, then I'm sorry
to spring this on you.

Um, but it's already
a week and a half late.

Um, maternity.

Um, here's what I'm thinking.

I'll take three days off before

the baby's due,
two weeks after,

then I'll take half days
and-and full days whenever I can

to kind of make up
my six weeks' maternity leave.

I've already talked
about it with personnel,

so it shouldn't really
be a problem.

I promise you won't
even know I'm gone.

Very well. I'm glad
you thought it through.

So, what's going to happen
to the kid when you're on call?

Well, there's a woman
who lives in my building.

Um, and I'm thinking that Brian

could take nights
and weekends.

And...

Brian?

The dad.

I don't think
I ever met him, did I?

What's his last name?

Donovan.

Um...

Is he a good guy?

Well, I-I hope so.

I mean I wasn't expecting to be
connected to him for the rest

of my life
or anything.

So, you know it's a
little weird trying

to trust someone
you don't know that well.

But you know what I thought?

And then I remembered what you
said, and I did the opposite.

So I've decided
to give him a chance.

Smart girl.

All right.

Viv...

meet Desmond Carter's
alleged son.

Well, there's nothing
in his records

to indicate that he has one.

Well, maybe this guy's
pulling a scam, too.

Hopefully someone
from the neighborhood

will recognize him.

All right.

Did you get your call yet?

About an hour ago.

Look,

I have no problem
telling OPR how I feel.

That was your case.

Jack was out of line
and then...

Well, do what you got
to do, Danny.

But thanks.

I'm going to run the sketch.

Uh, excuse me, Gail?

It is Gail, right?
Yeah.

Um...

I'd like you to do
a little, um,

black bag job for me.

Okay.
It's no big deal.

It's just a
background check

on a guy named
Brian Donovan.

I'll see what I can do.

Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

Curtis?

Your manager said

that you made a delivery
last night to a woman

on 91st
and Central Park West.

Yeah. That was me.

Is this about the money?

Why don't you tell me
what it's about.

Well, I was just making
a delivery.

Oh, uh. Ooh.

Um...

uh, I don't carry
that much change.

That's okay.
Just keep it.

Thanks.

We should just go to the cops.
Quiet, Jeff.

Look, we cannot change
what happened, okay?

We just have to stick
to the plan,

get the money
and go.

That's the best
tip I ever got.

And are you sure
she called this guy, um, Jeff?

That's what it sounded like.

Okay. Thank you so much.

Agent Johnson.

Hey, so I just found a hole
in Jeff's alibi.

Yeah, he was with Lacey
last night.

It sounds like they were trying

to get the lotto winnings
before they left town.

Okay, I'm going to head over
to his apartment.

Okay.

All right,

Turner's not answering
his door

and his neighbors say
they haven't seen him

since this morning.

Well, he probably
took off to meet Lacey

after he spoke to us.

Agent Johnson,
I think we've got him.

Where?
Where?
Right over here.

He's inside,
but he's not responding.

Okay.

Mr. Turner,

I need for you to step
out of the vehicle.

Mr. Turner?

Well, we're still waiting
for the residue test.

You know, if this
wasn't a suicide,

somebody sure as hell
took their time
making it look like one.

Well, maybe Lacey
got rid of him

because he wouldn't run
with her.

Or the man claming to be
Carter's son caught up

with them, killed Turner,
and took Lacey with him

in an attempt
to get his money.
No.

I double-checked.

No money was removed from
Lacey's bank account last night.

So the, uh, owner
of the coffee shop

across from Lacey's apartment

ID'd Carter's alleged son.

He was in for breakfast
yesterday,

paid with a credit card.

Alex Shaw.

MARTIN:
Mm-hmm.

And he was waiting
for Lacey.

According to the witness,

he confronted Lacey
when she left her apartment.

Let's pick him up.
Okay.

I am so sorry
for your loss.

I don't understand.

How could this happen?

Have either of you
ever seen this guy?

Do we have to do this now?

I'm afraid we do. Yes.

No.
No.

No, me neither.

You think this guy
killed Jeff?

We don't know yet.

His name is Alex Shaw.

And he is Desmond Carter's son.

Lacey's friend.

Yeah.

You know, we would have
identified him sooner,

but it appears that he and
Mr. Carter were estranged.

Why would he want
to hurt Jeff or Lacey?

You know, I-I bet
you already know that.

It doesn't make
any sense to me

that Lacey will tell
a total stranger

that the money
wasn't hers,

and then she's not going
to tell her best friends?

About a month ago
Lacey called and told me

she had to see me right away.

So what's so important you
couldn't tell me over the phone?

I found it while
packing up Des's things.

So while he's depending
on handouts from you

he's flushing what little
he has left on a Pick 6?

Paula...

Yeah?

He won.

What?

The drawing last week.

The one that-that
no one claimed.

Those are the winning numbers.

I just checked.

You're kidding?

How much?

$32 million.

Bullcrap!

I swear.
I don't know.

He must have bought the ticket
right before he died.

I can't believe this!

It's the greatest thing
that's ever happened!
You're gonna be rich!

Come on, I can't...

I can't keep it.
It's not mine.

Of course you can.

Okay, Des said you could take
the stuff of his you wanted.

It's one of his things.

No, Des mentioned
having a son once.

He should get that.

He doesn't deserve that money.

You're the one
who took care of Des.

Got him to his appointments,
filled out

his insurance forms,
like he needed.

That doesn't make
taking that ticket right.

You're not taking
anything from him.

He can't miss something
he never had.

Come on.

Think about it.

Who would Des want
to have the money?

His one real friend...

...or his son
who abandoned him?

Me.

I think.

Yeah.

Oh, my...

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

What are you going
to buy first?

I don't know!

If I had any idea
it would end up this way...

You couldn't have known, baby.

Can I see my brother?

Of course.

I'll have someone
take you.

Come on.

My client would like to know
what he's being charged with.

Nothing yet.

We'd just like to ask
him some questions

about the disappearance
of Lacey Moran.

Well, Mr. Shaw doesn't have
anything to do

with it.
No? Then

what's he need you for?

Oh, I'm not a criminal attorney.

Mr. Shaw retained me
to get the $32 million

Ms. Moran stole from him.

That girl tried
to screw me over.

Yeah, what happened
with that girl yesterday?

Nothing.

Well, unfortunately, for you

there's a witness
that says different.

I'm telling you I talked to her
face-to-face once.

After my dad's neighbor
gave me her number,

I read about her in the paper
and knew something was up.

They told me at your old place
where you moved.

Not bad.

Thanks.

I'm sorry about your father.

He was a good man.

Yeah?

I really wouldn't know.

I had the
Salvation Army

pick up his furniture.

I hope that's
all right.

Why don't we cut the crap, okay?

I'm sorry, I don't know
what you're taking about.

Your big lotto win.

I know you stole the ticket
from my father.

That's ridiculous.

I was sure as I read
those numbers that hit.

Three, eight, eleven,

seventeen.

Those are me
and my mom's birthdays.

My dad played those numbers
since I was a kid.

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

Going to tell me you play
the exact same numbers?

You know what?
You need to leave.

Not too proud stealing
money from a dead man.

You're the one that
should be ashamed.

You never even visited
him when he was sick.

I made sure that he
took his medication.

I took care of him.

Not that it's any
of your business,

but my dad cut me out
of his life.

Not the other way around.

Well, that's not my fault.

None of it is.

This isn't over.

A couple days later
she called me.

Said she was on some trip
in the woods,

wanted to come back early
to return the money.

But she never showed.

Yeah, well, that's all well
and good

but we still have a witness.

No, that wasn't her
in front of her apartment.

It wasn't?
No.

After she didn't show
with the money,

I figured she got cold feet.

So I waited for her.

Lacey,

we need to talk.

Lacey?

Uh, you got me confused
with somebody else.

I'm sorry.

What are the chances?

Two women looking
that much alike, living

in the same
building?

And you're sure it wasn't Lacey?

Once I got a good look
at her up close.

Was this the woman you saw?

With longer hair, yeah.

Who is she?

Clearly somebody else
that was after your money.

So records at one of the pay
phones at the campsite confirm

that Lacey did call
Alex Shaw.

You know, no one has seen
Paula or Elliot Reiser

since they left the morgue.

Hmm.
And look what ERT found
at their apartment.

We know that Lacey was
wearing a hat like that

when she came back
from camping,

and that has blood on it.

Think they... think they killed
her brother, too?

Well, ME's officially

classifying Turner's death
as suicide.

Hmm.

Maybe he couldn't live

with what he and his sister
and the brother-in-law

did, you know?

So, now the three
of them conspired

to kill her?
Well, $32 million.

It's a lot
of motivation.

I don't know.

I'm not saying that
it was premeditated.

You know, but think about it.

They're probably blackmailing
this girl,

saying, "You stole the ticket
and we're going to expose you."

And Lacey didn't want to go
along with it,

so things turned ugly.

Mmm.

You know, that helps explain
Paula trying to disguise herself

to look like Lacey.

Make it seem like Lacey's alive
long enough

so they can go after her money.

You know what?
That pizza delivery...

...maybe that wasn't
really Lacey either.

And around

the same time was when
her bank records were accessed.

They were trying
to transfer her money.

You know, if Lacey

was already
dead here,

when was she killed?

It's possible she never made
it out of those woods.

So, Paula, you sure
were in a rush

to get out of town, huh?

Excuse me?

The state trooper
that pulled you over

said that you were doing 86.

Where were you headed?

Pennsylvania.

I was back home.

I was pretty shook up
after seeing Jeff.

Where's my husband?

Your husband
is being interrogated.

You know that

we found Lacey's hat
in your apartment

and forensics confirmed
that her blood is on it.

I want to talk
to my husband.

Why don't you worry
about yourself, Paula.

Because I don't know exactly

what he had to do
with Lacey's death,

but I'm pretty sure about you.

Well, I don't know how
it could have gotten there.

Really?

Because I know you had it on

when you pretended
to be her friend.

You want to see?

Look.

I want to talk to a lawyer.

Here. Use my phone.

Call one.

Because once I find
Lacey's body,

you're done.

Think about the baby,
Paula.

You'll help Elliot?

I-I can't.

If he's responsible.

But if he's not,

do you promise?

I'll do what I can.

I knew
something was bothering Lacey.

Right before she was going
to leave the campsite,

she admitted she was going back

to return the money
to Desmond's son.

Taking that ticket
was wrong.

And I haven't been able
to stop thinking

about it
since I met him.

You don't have
to do this.

He doesn't have
any real proof.

It's not about proof, Paula.

Okay, those numbers
that Desmond played,

they were Alex's birthday.

His and his mom's.

So what?

So we didn't think
that Des cared about him,

but he must have.

Why else would he have played

those numbers
every week?

Lace, just let it go.

I can't. I can't live
with what I've done.

So, what?

We go back to the
way things were?

Us being dirt

Maybe you care about the money,
but I don't.

I just want to stop feeling bad
about myself.

Well, it's not just
about you, Lace!

It's about us!

All of us!

I'm sorry, Paula,

but it's my decision, okay?

And I've made it.

Lace.

I'm done talking

about it.
Stop! Just...

Leave me alone!

Lacey?

Lacey?

Lacey.

Lacey!

Paula, what did you do?

Jeff wanted to go to the police.

I talked him out of it.

Then we buried the body

and I went back to the city
ahead of them.

She had no right
to give it back.

We deserved that money.

Assuming your husband
confirms your story,

I'm going to have a confession
for you to sign shortly.

Delgado.

We found her.

Agent Malone?

Gail.

Sit, please.

So what do you have?

NCIC, vital stats,

federal and state court
docs all clean.

Then I dug a little deeper.

Lived in Delaware in 2006,

so I called the local
sheriff's department.

Huh.

Sex with a minor.

No charges were brought.

Family didn't want
their daughter's name

dragged
through the mud.

You mind if I ask
who this guy is?

Let me ask you something, Gail.

Where do you see yourself
in a few years

from now?
Well...

legal counsel has its perks.

But I am interested in making
a move to violent crimes.

Well, when that time comes,

call me.

And I'll make
the recommendation.

Thank you.