All language subtitles for Wall Of Secrets Spanish

Please move back.

Please move back, sir.

Sir, please.

Sir, move back.

Well, welcome to Chicago.

First time here?

Yes. Yes, it is.

So, what made you come
here from Seattle?

How do you know
I'm from Seattle?

I can read.

My husband, he grew up here.

Yeah? He a native?

Yeah. Born and raised.

Ah, my ex, she wanted
me to leave for Miami.

I wouldn't have it.

No way was I loosing my
home court advantage.

Well, if you loved her
you would've moved.

If she had loved me,
she would've stayed.

All right, let's see.

That's gonna be 50 bucks.

I should've charged you 65,

but seeing as you're
new in town...

Well, I thought the flat rate
from the airport was 35?

Hmm. Right there.

You're not the only
one who can read.

You're gonna do all
right here, lady.

Hey, sexy.

- Hi.
- Hi.

God! I'd forgotten
how good you look.

It seems like it's been years.

Oh, it's only been two weeks.

You know me.

When it comes to you,
I'm in dog years.

I missed you.

You're gonna love it here, Paige.
I promise.

Come on.

You think I brought enough stuff?

I was expecting more.

Here, let me get the small ones.

I'm okay.

Honey, what's in here?

The old apartment.

Oh. Wait a second.

- Close you eyes.
- Why?

Just close your eyes.

Now, open them.

This place is amazing!

I know.

I can hardly believe it myself.

It beats the hell out of that one
bedroom rat hole in Seattle, huh?

Hey, I liked our rat hole.

It had charm.

Oh, come on. Not like
this place though, huh?

How did you find this place?

This was the place
I told you about.

This was the last
one I looked at.

I still can't believe that
nobody snatched it up.

Oh, before I forget, hon,

the movers are coming
here tomorrow at 9:00,

and unfortunately
I can't be here.

They got me coming in for
this 8:30 meeting, so...

I'll be fine.

That was pretty easy.

I keep expecting to
wake up any second

and just realize that
this is all a dream.

Getting paid to design
sky scrapers...

I mean, who would have thought?

I knew you could do it.

God. I am so proud of you.

I bet... you're dying
to see the bedroom.

Bedroom now.

Welcome to the nest.

Oh!

Oh, Mark, I love it.

You sure about that?

I'm positive.

I just want to make sure everything
is absolutely perfect for you.

It is.

You'd let me know if
it wasn't, right?

It's perfect.

Mark?

Huh? What's wrong?

I heard something.

I think someone's
in the living room.

Wait here.

Wait.

Wait! Could we just...

- Do you think that's safe?
- Ssh. Stay there.

Mark?

Mark?

He got away, hon.

But he told me to give you this.

Jerk.

It wasn't funny. No!
Get away from me.

Come here. You weren't really
worried about me, were you?

Yes! Of course I was.

I'm sorry.

You care.
You really care.

I was scared.

Oh. Please put it over here.

Oh, no, no, no. Turn it.

Wait.

Could you hold the door?

Thanks.

Here we are.

Good. Thanks.

- Oh. Gosh.
- Oh.

No, I got it. I got it.
Can you hit six?

You're in 511, aren't you?

Yeah. Just moving in.

Yeah, I noticed.

- I'm Milton.
- Paige.

Hey.

So, uh, how long
you've been married?

Excuse me?

Right. Right.
It's six months.

Ah. Newly weds, huh?

So, what, you knew your husband
long before you tied the knot?

Huh?

Oh. Ah, excuse me, uh...

I just tend to, uh,
be a little nosy

when a pretty girl moves
into the building.

Especially when it reminds
me of my daughter.

- Oh, you have a daughter?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Ah, here we are.

You know, actually we've only
known each other nine months.

Love at first sight, huh?

Yeah, something like that.

Look, if you need anything,

you know, anything at all,
I'm just upstairs at 611.

Oh. So, you're right above us?

Yeah. Yeah, that's me.

Okay. Well, it's
nice meeting you.

Yeah, yeah. Take care.

- Hello?
- Hey, Paige.

Just calling to let you know
I'm running late tonight.

Oh. Is, is everything okay?

Oh, yeah. Everything's fine.
Just paying my dues.

Hmm. Okay.

I love you.

I love you more.

Oh, you got that?
Do you need a hand?

Oh, I think I got it. Thanks.

I'm Scott. I'm right here.

Paige. I'd shake
your hand, but...

No, no. Look, I
understand, I went...

through the same thing
couple of months ago myself.

Are you, uh, alone or...

- Married.
- Oh, cool. All right.

You know, actually, do you think
you could get the door for me?

Oh. Sure. There you go.

- Thank you.
- Any time.

So, get this,

after the meeting,
he pulls me aside

and tells me that in
another year or two,

I can head the
golden commission.

That represents, like, 20% of
the sky scrapers in this city.

They're just gonna let me
step into it, just like that.

That sounds like you're
impressing the right people.

I guess so.

I don't want to sound
ungrateful, but...

I feel like I don't deserve it.

Some people have worked their whole
lives for something like this,

and they don't even
come close to it.

You're gifted, Mark.

Accept it.

You're not having any regrets,
are you, about moving here?

Mm-mmm. Absolutely not.

I just want to know,
because you came so close

to making junior partner, I...

It's no big deal.

I know how hard you
worked, Paige, and...

and to pull up stakes to
come out here with me...

It's fine.

Look, what's done is done.

So, let's just enjoy this, okay?

Because this is so
exciting for us.

I mean, it's, like, a once
in a lifetime opportunity.

I just want to make sure you're happy.
That's all.

I am happy.

To Chicago?

Mm-hmm. To Chicago.

Oh. Hi. I'm your new neighbor.

Leave a message.

Hi, you've reached the Emersons.

Leave us a message and
we'll call you back.

Fine. Don't leave a message.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Yeah, I'm looking
for Mark Emerson.

Who's this?

Let me start over.

This is Hugh, Mark's father.

Oh, my God. Hugh, hi.
It's Paige.

Oh, I'm sorry I
missed the wedding.

Did you get my card?

Yeah. I did. It
was, um, very nice.

Thank you.

It sounds like my son's
a very lucky man.

How's he doing?

Really good.

He just, uh, he got a job
at an architectural firm.

He's so excited.

Well, we're both very excited.

It's been crazy.

Yeah, he told me about
that a few weeks ago.

It's fantastic.

Paige, would you mind, uh,
giving him a message for me?

Sure. Hold on, just let me get
something to write it on.

Hello?

Oh, are you on a cell? It's
a really bad connection.

Hello?

Okay, call me back.

Hello, I'm Irene.

Paige.

It's nice to finally meet you.

Okay. Well, I'll see you around.

I wouldn't unpack those
boxes if I were you.

What do you mean?

Your apartment's cursed.

What do you mean?

Last year a man and
his girlfriend died

in their own bed.

They were punished.

Someone died in our apartment?

You have your fire
escape blocked.

Don't you think it's
kind of dangerous?

I wouldn't use it anyway.
I'm terrified of heights.

Then why do you live
on the fifth floor?

It reminds me of my mortality.

Excuse the mess, I... I
don't get much company.

Where was I?

You said that someone
died in our apartment.

Oh, yes.

It was rumored he was
connected to the mafia.

Everyone thought he
or his girlfriend

had fallen asleep
with a lit cigarette,

but I know what really happened.

They punished him.

"They"?

The bad people.

They were with him
the night they died.

I heard their voices so angry,

so full of hate.

He was punished for his sins.

They'll punish you, too.

For what?

How well do you
know your husband?

What do you mean?

Has he ever done
anything criminal?

No. No, my husbands
not a criminal.

If you're pure, you have
nothing to worry about.

But if you're
hiding something...

Beware!

Right.

Okay. Um, you know,
I have to go.

You haven't heard the
noises at night?

You haven't felt them watching?

You learn something
new everyday, huh?

This is nice.

Father-daughter shootout.

My dad likes skeet
shooting, what can I say?

Okay.

Something on your mind?

Okay, first of all...

there's our neighbor, Irene...

She says our
apartment is cursed.

"Cursed"?

That's what she said. She said
that someone died in here.

Well...

somebody dying in our
apartment is pretty creepy,

but totally possible.

And we're in a big city. It has a history.
People die.

She said, like, murdered.

These bad people punished
some guy in here.

Hmm. Sounds exciting.

You're not some sort of
serial killer, are you?

No, just a few hitchhikers
here and there.

I wouldn't go so far as
to say serial, like...

Ha. See? I knew
you had a secret.

Come on, sweetheart.

You don't really have a
problem with this, do you?

Not really. But the other day,

I heard weird
noises in the wall.

That wall, that we
share with Irene.

Maybe it was her television.

Right.

That's what I thought. But
Irene doesn't have a TV.

She doesn't even have a radio.

Ah... Well, it can
only mean one thing.

- What?
- She's right.

Our apartment's cursed.

What? Come on.

- Right here?
- Yeah.

I don't hear anything,
sweetheart.

It could be the plumbing,
or the wiring or something,

but you let me know if you
hear it again, all right?

Yeah.

You said there was
something else?

Today when I got out of the
shower there was this,

this man staring at me.

What?

That maintenance man.

He was right outside
our bedroom window.

He was watching you?

Well, he was...
he was outside...

Yeah, I mean, he was
outside the bedroom window

in one of those
cherry picker things,

and I was on the
phone, in my towel

and this man is staring at me.

You know, I'm gonna call the
super and complain about this.

No wonder you've been so jumpy.

Is there more?

Your father called today.

That's the first time
I ever spoke to him.

He seems like a nice enough guy.

Really?

What'd he say?

Not much. He had a message for
you, but the phones cut out,

and I think he was on a cell
and he didn't call back.

You ever gonna talk about him?

I talk about him.

No, you don't.

Look. You know all
you need to know about him.

He was an undercover cop,

he retired, and now he
just does his own thing.

He wasn't the most
open man in the world.

It's part of the lifestyle.

Yeah. But, I mean, maybe
if you talk to him now...

Sweetheart, I wouldn't
know where to begin.

It's not like we
were that close,

and quite frankly, I don't care.

He seemed really
interested in you today.

Well...

I'm sorry, I didn't... I
don't meant to upset you.

I'm not upset, all right?

I'm just gonna go in the other
room and finish up some work.

You need me out here,
or are you fine?

No. No, I can handle it.

All right. I'll go
call the super.

Hello?

Hello?

Excuse me. What happened?

Lady had an accident.
Fell off the fire escape.

Excuse me.

People, please stay back.
Do not cross this line.

Thank you.

Please stay back.

Okay, call me
at the police station.

- Anything else?
- Paige.

Are you the next door neighbor?
Thanks.

Yes. We just moved in.

Do you mind if I ask
you a few questions?

Uh, no, not at all.

Did she seem depressed
in anyway, or suicidal?

No. A little eccentric
maybe, but not suicidal.

Um...

the officer downstairs said

that she had an accident
watering her plants?

Yeah. That's
what it looks like.

That's not possible.

I went to visit her yesterday

and she had this huge armoire
blocking the fire escape,

and she said that she
was afraid of heights.

She never went out there.

Are you sure about that?

Yeah. I'm positive.

Would you mind coming with
me for a minute, please?

No, see...

See that armoire was here and...

Paige? How're you doing, Paige?

Uh...

Want to talk?

She didn't seem like somebody
who would kill herself.

Well, most likely she just
lost her balance and fell.

Or maybe she had a heart
attack, who knows?

What about the plants?

That I can't answer.

But, uh, I know
that Irene has been

a little unpredictable
over the last few years.

May God bless her. We
all loved her, but...

she was loosing it.

Really?

Well, you met her.

She asked me if Mark
did anything criminal.

She actually said that?

- Yeah.
- God.

She also told me that the
apartment was cursed.

That it punished people.

That sounds crazy, right?

The apartment punishes people?

I mean, you're
right, it does sound crazy.

She also told me that the guy
who lived there before us

burned to death in his bed.

Paige, I've been here for 20 years,
I don't know anything about that.

It sure sounds like
something Irene would say.

What do you mean?

Well, a few years ago she
tried to convince me

that this apartment was haunted
by the ghost of a serial killer.

I mean, I
couldn't sleep for weeks.

She told you that?

Yeah. I mean, ask
anyone in the building,

they all know an Irene story.

Hey.

- Late again, huh?
- Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

The firm's really cracking whip.

Oh. I called you at 6:00, but they
said you had already had left.

Really?

Oh, we have a new receptionist,

so maybe she got
our lines crossed.

I got your message about
the lady next door.

It's really awful.

I tried to get off work earlier
to be here, but I couldn't.

You all right?

Okay.

The police said that she had an
accident watering her plants,

but she did not have any plants.

And she had this huge armoire

that was completely
blocking the fire escape.

She said she was
afraid of heights.

She said she hadn't been
out there in years.

Are you sure there were plants before?
Maybe you missed them.

No, I'm positive.

Now, what?
You don't believe me?

I didn't say that.

Then why are you looking
at me like that?

Paige, you're under a lot
of pressure right now.

You're in a new city,
you're trying to adjust.

That's a lot of
stress for anyone.

What, you think
I'm losing my mind?

No. I know exactly what I saw.

- Where are you going?
- I'm going for a walk.

Paige, come on.

Oh.

Hey, Paige.

Scott. Oh!

I thought you were home,
I could hear voices.

Oh. Ah, no, I leave my TV on.

I just hate coming home to...
a silent apartment.

So, what's up?

Ah, it's just... You
wouldn't happen to know

who was in our
apartment before us?

No. Why?

Just curious.

Milton might know.

I mean, I've only been
here for couple of months,

but he's been here forever.

Yeah. Right. Okay.
All right, thanks.

Is there anything
else I could do?

No. No. Uh, I have to go.

Okay, bye.

So, Irene was right
about Martel...

and you told me that you
didn't know anything about it.

Why would you lie to me?

It's something that most
of us would rather forget.

I don't understand.

Paige...

It's just not something
you want getting around.

And you just moved
into the building,

I didn't want you getting all
weird about the apartment.

I'm sorry. I mean...
You mad at me?

No.

Oh, I'm just... I'm so confused.

About?

Irene said that she heard voices

the night that Martel
had his accident.

Well, I'm sure that Irene heard
a lot of voices in her day.

Oh, come on, Paige, you're
not gonna go there.

I mean, this "cursed
apartment" thing?

Can I help you?

Oh. I was, uh...

You're the neighbor
from next door, right?

You're not supposed to be here.

I'm leaving.

How did you get my address?

Well, I told you
I, I looked it up.

You can find just about
anything online these days.

I don't know anything more about
my brother and his girlfriend.

I already told the police
everything there is to say.

Oh, Mrs. Martel, I'm
not the police.

No?

Then who are you?

I'm living in his apartment now.

I just... I want to
know what happened.

They called it an accident.

Bruce didn't have an accident.

He had enemies.

So, you think that
someone killed him?

Most definitely.

Who?

Bruce told me...

that he felt like people
were watching him.

He was paranoid.

Was almost as if...

As if the place was
making him insane.

Do you understand?

They said that my brother

burned in his bed
from a lit cigarette.

That was no accident.

How do you know?

Because Bruce didn't smoke.

And neither did his girlfriend.

So tonight you're going
to meet the man himself.

Mansfield can be a little
intimidating, but...

I think you'll like him.

Earth to Paige.

I did some checking up today

on what Irene said about the
guy who burned to death

in our apartment.

She was right.

Why're you so
obsessed with this?

Because it's just not adding up.

Everything doesn't
have to add up, Paige.

Life is like that.

Yeah, right. But don't you think
it's kind of strange that

right after she tells me
this, she has an accident,

and falls off her fire escape?

Maybe it was a coincidence.

And maybe it was a coincidence

that Martel fell asleep
with a lit cigarette,

and the man didn't even smoke.

How do you know he didn't smoke?

Because I, I spoke
with his sister today.

You spoke to his sister today?

Uh-huh.

You see, that is what makes
you an amazing lawyer.

And you're gonna make junior
partner in record time.

You just latch onto
something like a pit bull

and you don't let go, ever.

That's what I love about you.

Mark, I'm serious.

I know you are.

But if you go out
looking for a problem,

you're gonna find one,
whether it's there or not.

Now, come on, let's
go have some fun.

So, how are
you settling in, Mark?

It's been hectic, but now that
Paige is here to help out, it's fine.

You should be
proud of your husband.

Oh, I am.

I brag about him
every chance I get.

He's gonna go far in this firm.

It's not everyday you find a
man with his kind of focus,

his kind of work ethic.

Well, thank you very much, sir.

When can we see the
revised plans?

Monday morning at the latest.

I've also got some new ideas
I'd like to run past you.

You know, it was like when
we had our first child.

I mean, all our energy was there
in one place, but she did it.

She passed the bar first try.

Oh, congratulations.
I'm so happy for you.

I was lucky in few questions.

And I had Jim's help.

Come on, honey, you were in the zone.
It was all you.

Jim, you're embarrassing me.

What? I can brag a
little, can't I?

Paige, what do you do?

I'm a criminal lawyer.

I'm just getting
settled in right now,

but I'll look for
something in the spring.

Hmm.

Better not wait too long.
You might lose your edge.

Personally I want to know

how he stepped over
Anthony for that job.

I mean, Anthony has been

working his butt off for
the last eight months.

It's obvious someone
pulled strings.

I mean, Mark may be good, but
there's no way he's that good.

Any idea what she does?
His wife.

Well, I heard she's a lawyer.

But she sounds more like
a Stepford wife to me.

I mean, she left a promising
career to move here with Mark.

Now, she has to start
all over again.

Herrgott.

You look amazing.

Thank you.

You are thousand miles away,
sweetheart, what's wrong?

I just overheard some
of the other wives

at the party, in the
bathroom, talking about us.

Oh, yeah?

What'd they say?

They said that someone pulled
strings to get you your job.

Right.

Well, they're just jealous.

You have to tune that stuff out.

Hmm.

Unless of course
you believe them.

Um... all right.

Maybe I pulled some strings
on my grades, too, huh?

Or maybe I bribed someone

to get on the top five
percent of my class?

And all those evenings
you saw me studying,

I guess they just
never happened, huh?

Wasn't it you who said I
of all people deserved it?

I'm not questioning you.

Well, you did.

Look, I'm not gonna pretend

that I'm not amazed
that I got this job.

Because I am. Believe me.

I just find it a little ironic

that they said that considering
all the other junior partners,

every single one of them,

the only reason they got
through the front door

is because of their families.

I didn't exactly grow up
in a life of comfort.

Everything I got, I
got it on my own.

My mom died when I
was a kid and...

my dad was a cop.

So, there's not a lot
of good he's gonna do

in a situation like that.

Is that why you're not close?

We're not close because
he doesn't care.

When he was around, my mom and
I were like furniture to him.

The only thing he cared
about was his job.

I just find it funny that he's changed
his tune now that he needs me.

Why? How does he need you?

You know something...

I don't want to talk about him.

- Why not?
- Because I don't.

Can you respect that?

Fine. Whatever.

What's with all the
questions lately?

I'm curious.

No, it's more than that.

Ever since you came
here, you've...

Yeah?

You've been acting
a little paranoid.

Every little thing
means something.

Are you not happy here?

Why would you say that?

If you're uncomfortable,
moving here to be with me,

then just come right out
and say it, all right?

These games, Paige,
it's not you,

it's not the person I married.

Yeah, well, if my gut is
telling me something,

then I'm gonna listen to it.

It's who I am.

What about your heart?

Are you gonna listen
to that, too?

Hi, you've reached the Emersons.

Leave us a message and
we'll call you back.

Oh, God.

- Hello?
- Hello, Paige.

Hugh! Hey, why don't you
ever leave messages?

Why do you let your machine
answer when you're there?

I'm sorry we got cut
off the other day.

Oh, it's... I understand.

Listen, you want me to give
you Mark's number at work

and you can call him there?

I'm calling because, uh, I'm
coming to town in a few days.

I hope we could get together.

Oh! Oh, that's great.

Oh, it will be so nice
to finally meet you.

I want this to be low key.

I don't want Mark to make
a big deal about this.

Yeah. But, I mean,
it is a big deal.

Hello?

Paige, I'm really
busy right now.

I thought you would wanna know
that your father called again.

You still there?

Yeah, I'm still here.
What did he say?

Well, he said that he is coming
to town in a couple of days,

and he wants to get together.

He actually said that?

Yeah.

Why? Is there something
wrong with that?

Oh, God, I thought you were
gonna be happy about this.

You know, I called you
as soon as I found out.

Look, can we talk
about this when I get home?

Is something wrong?

There's nothing wrong.

Then why are you acting
so weird about this?

Look, Paige, I'm at work and
I'm really busy, all right?

I'll call you later.

That'll be $15.60.

- Keep the change.
- Thank you.

Lady?

Lady, you're getting
out or what?

No.

Can you just keep driving?

It feels so weird
telling you all this.

It's just that I don't
know anybody in this city.

Are you kidding?
It's, it's an honor.

My daughter went through the same
thing about two years ago and...

she never talked to me about it.

What happened?

Oh, it turns out it was
just a misunderstanding.

Maybe it was one
of his colleagues.

Yeah. Well, I don't know,
I saw her the other day.

I was in this cafe, and
she was watching me.

Sometimes everything isn't
what it seems to be,

and I'd hear Mark's side of the story
before I jump to any conclusions.

He's just gonna lie.

Like he lied about his dad.

Why did he do that?

If what you told me is true,

it's not exactly something
you brag about.

He told me he retired.

You know, I thought that they
just had a strained relationship.

I never would've thought
his dad would actually...

Well, I'm sure Mark had a good reason.
I mean...

Maybe he was ashamed,
Paige, or...

Or maybe he was just
trying to protect you.

No wonder he freaked
out when he called.

I can't even imagine what
Mark must be feeling.

Oh, God.

You don't think that he
could be helping his dad?

Oh, God.

Stay away from me!

Get off of me.

Help!

Help me!

Paige?

Paige?

Oh, my God, I heard you scream.

Are you okay?

Oh. Look.

- Why?
- Come on.

Come. You're okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

Do you have any idea
what he was after?

Mrs. Emerson?

No. I...

He just... He was
just in the bedroom.

She said she saw the same guy

looking in our window
a few days ago.

Is this true?

Yeah.

I got out of the shower and I
caught him looking in at me.

Have you noticed anything else
unusual since you moved here?

Detective, we just moved in,

and we are under tremendous
amount of stress here.

All right. We can
finish this later.

Give me a call if you
notice anything else.

I will. Thank you.

Thank you.

You feeling any better?

He could've killed me.

I'm just thankful you're safe.

Should I get someone for
you to talk to about this?

I don't need a shrink, Mark.

Okay.

Is there anything I can do?

Don't.

Did I do something?

Why don't you tell me?

What is that supposed to mean?

Who is she, Mark?

- Who?
- I went by your office today.

Who is she?

Nobody. She... She's nobody.

I don't think you argue
like that with nobody.

Paige.

And I saw her at the cafe.

She was watching me.

Paige, this is not
what you think it is.

Yeah, right.

I'm leaving, Mark. I'm
going back to Seattle.

You're going back to Seattle
because I was talking to a woman?

There's a lot of things
you're not telling me, Mark.

What?

Your father didn't retire.

You lied.

I can't tell you
everything right now.

I want to more than
anything, but I can't.

Why not?

Because I can't.

You're just gonna
have to trust me.

Well, until you start
actually talking to me,

Mark, that's impossible.

I love you, Paige.

You have to know that.

And you have to know that
I wouldn't do anything

to hurt or betray you.

That's enough.

You...

Just relax, okay?
Nobody has to get hurt.

Who are you? Why are
you watching me?

Put the baseball bat down.

Stay away from me.

Damned, Paige, why
did you have to do that?

- Milton?
- You jeopardized my entire operation today.

You almost killed one of
my best cops yesterday.

I got to hand it to you,

you're on a roll.

Cops?

What are you talking about?

Scott?

How's the secondary mic?

Ah, looks like she nailed that one, too.

We could have it replaced
in another hour or so.

What the hell is going on here?

They're undercover police officers.
They work for me.

Carrie, can you
give Diego a hand?

I'm on it.

You are watching us?

No, we got a live
feed in every room.

You see everything that
we do in our apartment?

It's not an apartment
actually, it's a, uh...

surveillance unit.

We move suspects in.

Let them get comfortable.

We gather the evidence
that we need.

We have, uh, kind of a deal with
the apartment management company,

it gives us free reign.

So everything you've done has been
carefully monitored and recorded.

Every sound...

every gesture...

every breath...

Everything.

Oh, my God.

Why?

Because, Paige...

your husband's under
surveillance.

Because of his father?

That's right. We think
he's been helping Hugh.

Hugh killed this undercover
police office last year,

'cause he got too close
to his operation.

Operation?

Yes. He's taking a cut on some
illegal gambling here in the city.

Supplementing his income,
if you know what I mean.

This poor cop cornered him,

paid with his life.

Hugh slit his throat
with a buck knife.

Quietly, efficiently...

then he disappeared.

And no one seen him since.

Except maybe Mark.

We think that Hugh
has contacted Mark,

maybe, dozen times
over the past year.

So we backed off, and, uh, made him
think that we've just given up.

Then we moved you
into the fish bowl.

You moved us here? How?

Well, that was easy.
We followed Mark,

identified the realtor
he was using.

Chicago Police Force carry a
lot of weight in this city.

You know what I mean?

Quite a great deal you got in
that apartment, don't you think?

So, when Hugh contacts Mark...
we know it.

When Mark makes a phone call,
or visits a website...

or talks to you in confidence
about his father...

we're on to it.

What about Martel?

Let's just say that situation
got out of control.

So you burned him in his bed?

No. No. But we did set fire to the
bed in order to cover our tracks.

What about Irene?

Oh, come on, Paige,
we're police officers.

We don't push little old
ladies off balconies.

So, why are you
telling me all this?

We need your cooperation.

What do you want from me?

We want you to pretend
this never happened.

When we're done here, you're going
to go back to your apartment,

we'll help you clean up
the mess that you made,

and then, when your
husband gets home,

you're gonna act like
the good little wife.

And you are not going
to rock the boat.

Are you kidding me? I can't just
act like none of this happened.

I suggest you try.

Because I'm telling
you right now,

if Mark or anyone else
gets wind of this,

we're going to haul his ass off to prison
for aiding and abetting his father.

And as for you...

Well, you're an accessory now.

So, connect the dots.

Any life you thought that you
two might have together,

well, that's gonna vanish...

like that.

How's this gonna go down, Paige?

Huh?

You decide.

Hi.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

You don't have to apologize.

I don't blame you
for being angry.

I should've told you.

I just was really
upset last night

and I wasn't thinking clearly.

But, today I, um,

I had some time, you
know, to sit down and...

really put things
into perspective.

So, you're not leaving?

I can't leave.

There's things that you're not
willing to share with me,

and that's, that's fine.

I could learn to live with that.

You mean that?

A good relationship is
built on trust, right?

Listen, Paige,
about my father...

- No...
- No, please.

Let me say this.

He wasn't exactly the
best chapter in my life.

I didn't tell you,
because I was ashamed.

I understand.

When you told me he
was coming here, I...

I freaked out.

I didn't want to bring
you into all of this.

Bring me into what exactly?

My father could be a murderer.

That woman you saw
me arguing with,

she's a cop,

and she was asking questions.

They know I've been
in contact with him.

Mark, I mean, if you know
your dad killed somebody,

why would you help him?

Before he took off...

he told me not to believe what
they were saying about him.

He said he was innocent.

When they approached
me in Seattle

and told me what he had done,

and all the evidence
they had against him,

it seemed like he
was guilty, but...

In my heart, I just...

couldn't believe it.

He's still my father.

Did you paint this wall?

Yeah.

That is weird, I know.

Um...

I just couldn't stand
looking at it anymore.

Just kept reminding
me of what happened.

I can't imagine what you're
going through right now.

You have no idea.

Mark.

Mark.

I, I can't right now.

It's okay. It's okay.

He called me at work today.

Are you gonna see him?

If it means getting him
out of our lives, yeah.

Give me the phone log
from his office.

Why can't I come with you?

I told you, it's
out of the question.

Mark.

I really, I want to
be there for you.

I know you do. But this is
something I have to do myself.

I'm not dragging you
into this mess.

Mark...

Honey, please, it's
hard enough as it is.

Don't make it any
more difficult.

Okay.

Thank you.

Get out of here! What
the hell are you doing?

Get out of here!

Just listen to me.

We want you to
follow Mark tonight.

Get out of here.

And then, we're
gonna follow you.

Do you understand that?

You want me to follow
my own husband?

Well, if you want to keep
him out of prison, yeah.

And then what?

And then you're going to introduce
yourself to his father,

and while they're distracted
by your glowing personality,

we're going to move in.

Why can't you follow
him yourselves?

We need you to wear a wire, so
we know when to make our move.

And, Paige, don't even think
about messing up tonight.

Because if Hugh gets wind
that something is wrong,

he will kill you.

He'll slit your throat without
even thinking about it.

So, just be cool.

Because if you don't,

he's gonna jump right
back into hiding again.

Do you understand that?

Paige, do you understand that?

Yeah.

Good.

Good. So, just do your job.

Act as if nothing is wrong,

and I'm sure everything is gonna
work out for you and your husband.

Oh, and, Paige,

just try to relax, will you.

Relax?

Give me a break.

We'll be watching you.

Meter's ticking.

I know.

Let me guess. Follow that car.

Could you?

Been a long time since anybody
told me to follow that car.

Roll out.

Hooking up with
his favorite squeeze, huh?

Can you just follow him?

I'm sorry. We
don't have to talk about it.

Men can be real
stinkers sometimes, you know?

Yeah. Here you go. Thanks.

Thanks.

Give him hell, lady.

Looking for somebody?

Excuse me.

Hi.

What the hell are
you doing here?

- I, um...
- Did you follow me here?

I really want to meet your dad.

I thought we talked about this.

But he's your father.

You're leaving right now.

I told you I wasn't going to bring
you into this mess, and I meant it.

- Come on.
- Well, we're we going?

- Home.
- What about your dad?

Another time. Not now.

- He's leaving.
- My, God, he's gonna blow everything.

Mark, I'm not leaving.

Paige, you have no idea
what's going on here.

- Then tell me.
- I can't.

Why not? You don't trust me?

How am I supposed to trust
you when you don't trust me.

All right.

- You want to know what I'm doing here?
- Yes.

I'm giving him money

so he'll go away and
leave us alone.

Mark.

I know that he's your dad, but
you could be helping a murderer.

If I thought he was guilty,
you think I'd be here?

But how do you know?

I don't.

Mark, please, let's
just get out of here.

She's turned on us.
She's helping Mark.

Can we please
just get out of here?

Do you want me to move in?

Let's just go.

Mark.

I'm sorry I'm late,
but traffic was nuts.

You must be Paige.

You are much prettier than
you are on the phone.

Oh. I brought this for Mark,
but, since you are here...

Ah, it's a little late,
but, uh, wedding gift.

Thank you.

Uh, why don't we
go and sit down?

Yeah, why not.

You all right?

Just say the word, I'll move in.

Just give them a
chance to settle in.

You seem awful
tensed tonight, Mark.

I wonder why.

You know, it's a real
surprise to see you, Paige.

I really didn't expect
to see you tonight.

I had to meet my
husband's father.

I mean, he talks
so much about you.

I can only imagine
what he had to say.

So, tell me, uh...

what did you do before my son
ripped you out of Seattle?

This isn't the right
place, or the right time.

Why not?

I'm her father-in-law, I have rights.

I'm currently an out
of work attorney.

Oh, so, you left your job
for my son, did you?

No. It was my decision to come.

You're awfully quiet
tonight, Mark.

I guess I have a lot
of things on my mind.

Why? Things are going
great for you.

You got a great job. You
have a beautiful wife.

You've come a long way.
I'm proud of you, son.

Paige knows, Dad. So, can
we just get this over with?

Hmm.

I see, you're still mad
because I missed the wedding.

It's got nothing to do with
the wedding, and you know it.

Look, just take this...
and go away.

I believe you, Dad. I do.

That's why I'm helping you out right now.
But this is where it ends.

Mark.

Just a second.

I refuse to bring her into
this, do you understand that?

Where you going?

The ladies' room.
I'll be right back.

Okay, let's wrap this up.

What's going on, Paige?

Huh?

Who's waiting for me?

He knows.

Paige, who is outside
waiting for me?

- No one.
- You're lying, Paige.

- I... I'm not lying.
- Yes, you are. You're lying to me.

Please don't hurt me.

Then you better talk fast.

What's this?

All right, go.

This is what we're gonna do.

We're gonna walk out
of here, Paige.

If you scream...

I'm gonna have to kill you.

Do you understand me?

Okay.

Let's go.

Carrie, move in.

He's going for the back door.

Freeze!

Drop your weapon.

Drop it.

Drop your weapon.

Damn it!

Scott, I need you in the alley.

Hold on! Hold on!

Back up, he's turned left.

What are you gonna do with me?

Are you gonna kill me?

Of course not.

Milton told me how you killed
that undercover police officer.

He said you slit his
throat with that knife.

It figures. Turn right here.

Right.

Okay, park here.

Where are you going?

So long.

Wait. Just like that?

Just like that.

Yeah, well, if you leave,
they're gonna put Mark in jail.

I'm not letting
Milton take me in.

It would be the
right thing to do.

Oh. Is that what you think?

Yeah. It's not our fault you
killed that police officer.

What are you talking about?
I didn't kill anyone.

Oh, come on. Why
would Milton lie?

Because he killed him.

You didn't know, did you?

Milton's dirty.

Yeah, well, he says the
same thing about you.

So, tell me why, why
should I believe you?

Because if I wasn't
telling the truth,

you'd be dead now.

So, when I threatened to blow the
whistle on Milton's gambling operation,

he killed my partner,
pinned it on me.

That's when you
went into hiding?

I had to.

Spent the last year trying
to piece enough evidence

to take Milton down.

And Marks' been helping you?

They can track everything. I can't
access my credit cards, or my accounts.

Mark's been helping me out.

Okay.

So, what now?

Well...

right now Milton's
holding all the cards.

What if I went back there and
tried to reason with him?

I think you'd assume the worst.

So, what are you saying,
my life's over?

I'm sorry.

There might be a way.

What are you doing?

Ever used a gun before?

Hello?

Mark, meet me
downstairs, now. Hurry.

Paige, listen to me. There's
something I have to tell you.

Mark, just come outside.
I'll be right out front.

- Hurry. Come on, get in.
- Paige, get out of here.

- What?
- They're here. Go.

- No, wait.
- Forget about me. Just get out of here, now.

Get out of the car. Now.

- She's clean.
- Good.

I want to speak to my lawyer.

Yeah, yeah. After
the interrogation.

What the hell's going on here?
I know my rights.

They're dirty, Mark.

You're right about your
father, he's innocent.

He didn't kill his
partner, Milton did.

Milton set him up.

Let me guess who told you that.

What would posses you
to believe a murderer?

A cop killer?

You killed Irene too, huh?

What? Was she jeopardizing
your little stake out?

Leave my wife alone!

Leave her alone!

Where is Hugh?

I'm asking you,
where is he hiding?

I don't know.

Bastard!

No, no, no. It didn't
have to happen this way.

I want to know everything. I
want to know what he said.

I want to know
where he's hiding.

I want to know everything...

No wait.

He has a message for you.

A message?

He wants to make a deal.

He said that he'll give himself
in, in exchange of Mark's safety.

No, he wouldn't.

No, he knows you have Mark.

He knows you hold all the cards.

He's no threat to you.

There's no way that he can prove that
you murdered that police officer.

It's your word against his.

How can I be sure of it?

Well, you've already
pinned it on him.

He'll take the fall for your crime
in exchange for releasing us.

It can't get much
cleaner than that.

Aside from trying to
buy him off again.

Look, I gave him an out,

he didn't have to come after me.

His partner would still be alive
today if he'd just taken my deal.

Hugh didn't pull the
trigger, you did.

Quit trying to blame everybody
else for your actions.

You don't get it.

He cornered me. I had no choice.

All right, where does he
want to make the deal?

Mark!

Damn it, we need him alive.

Hey! Get her.

Come out, bitch!

Don't come in here.
I have a gun.

You won't use it.

You are not gonna
kill me, Paige.

You do not have what it takes.

I'm coming in now, Paige.

Don't!

I gave him an out.

He didn't have to come after me.

His partner would still be alive
today if he'd just taken my deal.

Hugh didn't pull
the trigger, you did.

Quit trying to blame everybody
else for your actions.

You don't get it.

He cornered me, I had no choice.

Hugh?

I still have your son.

Remember what happened the
last time you cornered me?

Diego, I need you in here.

So, I'm giving you till the
count of three to get in here.

Oh, and, uh...

hands over your head.

You might wanna hurry.

Mark's leaking pretty badly.

One...

two...

Close the door.

Didn't have to go
down like this.

You could've taken my offer.

You must've confused
me with someone else.

Indeed I must.

Diego.

I'm sorry, Mark.

We tried to corner
your father today,

turned on his only son.

He shot him.

Mark?

Okay.

You're going to be okay.
Do you hear me?

No, no. No. No. Don't do that.

I need an ambulance.

- Mark?
- My son's been shot.

We're gonna get through this.
Do you hear me?

We're gonna get
through this, okay?

1212 Somerset Avenue.
Apartment 511.

Mark.

Thanks.

Mark?

Mark, hang in there, baby, okay?

Mark, hang in there, baby.

Do you hear me?

Hold on. It's gonna be okay.

How are you doing?

I've been better.

The doctor says he'll be up and
out of the chair in two weeks.

Good. Good.

And, uh... how's the new place?

It's not as big and twice as expensive.

Well, I'm, uh...

I'm glad you're staying in town.

I read about you in the paper.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, we're trying to
sort this mess out and, uh...

But, hey, I'm back on the job.

Congratulations.

- That's great.
- Mmm-hmm.

Well, I think we got
off on the wrong foot.

So, why don't we all get together and
go to dinner and do some catching up?

Yeah, I'd love that.

Okay.

I'll see you around.

Yeah.

All right.