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It's really good to see you all here together.

It's been too long.

Miss Brasher, do you know what the slammer is?

I believe so, Sergeant.

Grandfather hated him.

Hated me too, as a matter of fact.

Did Miss Brasher remind you of anybody?

Yes.

- Uh-huh. - She did.

I just couldn't figure out who it was...

Who is it? - I don't know.

You are going to let me help you one in this case,

aren't you? - No, ma'am.

We're not. - That'd be fun.

Could be bizarre.

Do you know who killed him?

Of course.

Do you suppose it's broken?

Mm.

Maybe they're just not home.

How do you do?

Sergeant Harris, Sergeant McCall, Metropolitan Homicide.

You're the police?

Yes.

Answering the call about a homicide.

Ah, yes.

The homicide. Come with me, please.

The, uh, people you called are here, sir.

Thanks, Cecil.

Hello.

I'm Clarence Hyland. Hi.

Sergeant McCall.

Mr. Hyland Sergeant Hunter, LA.

Please be seated.

You had a homicide report?

Yes, I have.

But won't you please sit down?

May I offer you something?

No, nothing.

Thanks.

No, thank you.

Now, about the homicide, it hasn't

happened yet, which is why there are no bodies lying around.

Oh, please, don't conclude I'm a nut case.

I'm quite sane.

Here, uh, look at this.

That's a brake hose.

It's an essential part of the braking system in my car.

As you can see, it's been neatly cut

It's nothing short of a miracle

that Clarence wasn't killed.

Jenny, I'm so glad you dropped by.

Oh, dear.

Mm.

Police Sergeants McCall and Hunter, Jennifer Brasher.

Oh, how do you do?

Hello.

Hi, how are you?

Jenny's is my closest friend.

I have no secrets from her.

And that's because I always pry them all out of them.

Oh, sit, sit.

Mrs. Brasher. Brasher.

I know that name.

You're a writer, aren't you?

Well, that's debatable.

If you call writing screenplays writing, then I'm a writer.

She's a writer, and a darn good one.

Did you see "The Edge."

- No. - Uh, no.

Missed that one. - What about "Fatal Obsession?"

Clarence, those were not my best scripts.

They were just the ones that made the most money.

Mr. Hyland, let's get back to the homicide.

Uh, considering the circumstances here,

I think your best bet is the Traffic

Investigation Department.

Sergeant, whoever it was will certainly try again, probably

in some more conventional way.

And that person can only be one of four people I'd

like you to be my guest for dinner

tonight so you can meet them.

Well, it wouldn't have to be official.

Clarence simply wants to invite you on your own time

to be his guests.

And the other guests will be me, of course, his three

nephews, and his niece, one of whom

tried to kill him yesterday.

And what makes you think one of the four tried to kill you?

They all have a great deal to gain by Clarence's death,

and a great deal to lose if he lives

another 20 years, which his doctors assure him, he will.

Well, what are we expected to do at this dinner?

Eat.

Clarence feels sure that there will be another attempt,

and soon.

Now, if you have already met the four of them,

well, it would be of great assistance to you

in case an investigation should ever be required.

Don't you agree?

No.

You see, Mr. Hyland, I still think

that the Traffic Investigation Department is your best bet.

But, uh, now that I've met you and Sergeant McCall,

I'd be very pleased if you'd accept my invitation.

We'll think about it and get back in touch with you.

I do hope you can join us.

I'd be deeply grateful.

Mr. Hyland, thank you very much.

Cocktails are at 7:00, dinner at 8:00, and it's casual.

Please come as you are.

- Mr. Brasher, a pleasure. - Thank you.

- Thank you. - Bye-bye.

Nice to see you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

What's the matter?

Did Miss Brasher remind you of anybody?

- Yes. - Uh-huh.

She did.

I just couldn't figure out who it was... who was that?

I don't know. But I'll think of it.

Isn't that weird?

What do you about this dinner?

Oh, come on.

Bearnaise sauce and snow peas.

Forget it.

It'll probably be the best meal either one of us ever had.

Yeah.

Might be fun.

Could be bizarre.

Max, you're early.

And I'm glad.

Uncle Clarence, how are you?

Always good to see you.

Good to see you too.

Where's Jennifer?

In the garden, I think.

I'm... I'll be right back.

I wanna talk to her.

Something private?

Oh, it's very private.

And Jennifer will no doubt tell you all about it later on.

Jennifer.

Oh, Max.

Wow.

You look lovely as usual.

You've never said that before.

What have you got on your mind?

Problems, Jenny.

I got problems on my mind.

Well, it sounds serious.

I, uh, I need money.

I need a loan.

Can you help me?

You need a loan?

The bank has been lavishing money on the four of you,

$300,000 a year last I heard, and you need money?

Jenny, before those vultures would lend us a dime,

they gotta make sure we'd outlive Clarence.

They made each of us gets life insurance.

Max, I assume that.

So.

I, uh...

I flunked my physical this time.

Oh, I see.

They cut you off.

He wouldn't even lend me cab fare home.

Well, Max, I am not a wealthy woman.

I... I can't lend you money to live on.

I just need enough to get by on till I

figure out what to do.

Well, let's go inside. And we'll talk to him.

With Clarence?

You know what he's going to say.

Not with Clarence.

It's really good to see you all here together.

It's been too long.

Hm.

I should say all, except Michael.

Michael is Devon's fiance.

Fine young man.

I'm very fond of him.

How is Michael, Devon?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Don't tell me you and Michael...

I'd rather not talk about it, Jennifer.

I'm sorry, dear.

Oh, I think you could say that we each have a calling.

Take Byron, for example.

He's true to his namesake.

He's a poet.

Novelist.

How is your novel progressing, Byron?

What page was I on the last time you asked?

Oh, I think it was 450.

Now, it's about 300.

I made the mistake of reading it.

You're a writer?

No I write.

A writer's someone who makes a living writing, like Jennifer.

Jennifer doesn't write, Byron.

You got to get that straight.

Max says that what I do isn't writing, it's typing.

No, Jennifer. Truman Capote said that.

I merely stole it.

Did he say it about me?

Wonder who he stole it from.

Have you known my uncle long?

No, actually, not long at all.

But, you know, I think he's one of most charming men

I've ever met.

Yeah?

How many men have you met?

Not many.

Max, you're drunk.

Oh.

Hey, you know, you really ought to take the time

to get to know this man.

As you can see, he's brilliant.

He's brilliant

Uncle Clarence tells me you're a stockbroker.

Are you really?

Do you always believe the things your uncle tells you?

He used to tell us the most awful lies when we were kids,

and we loved them.

Well I'm afraid he's done it to you again.

Actually, I'm a... I'm a botanist.

Oh, really? What do you do?

Do you teach? - Yes, at the university.

Oh.

Thank you.

Do you believe in love at first sight?

No.

Do you?

I do now.

Aren't the others joining us?

No.

Jennifer hates my cigars, and the others?

Well, the others will do whatever suits them.

Sergeant Hunter?

Uh, no, thank you.

I think I'll, uh, make myself a drink.

Please do.

I, uh, I won't like this if you share Jennifer's

low opinion of cigars.

It's fine, really.

Go ahead.

Well, what did you think?

I find it difficult to believe that any of them

would want to kill you.

I think they all genuinely like you.

I always felt they did.

I love them, actually, all of them.

But you think one of them's trying to kill you.

You see that stern-looking gentleman?

Seamus Hyland.

Born in 1845 without money or prospects.

He died in 1929 and left a fortune worth $30 million.

Oil, of course.

Oh, he didn't drill for it.

He just found a way to monopolize

the distribution of it.

And over there, my father, Edward Hyland.

Grandfather hated him.

Hated me too, as a matter of fact.

I was too young to notice it.

I was only six when the old buzzer died.

And when grandfather got ready to pass on,

he set up an irrevocable trust.

His son Edward would inherit nothing,

and Edward's children... that's me,

I'm the last grandchild left...

Would inherit nothing.

You had to have inherited something, Mr. Hyland?

Oh, yes, the income from the estate.

It went first to my father, and when he died,

it passed on to my sister and me.

And after her death, it all came to me.

The income's considerable, of course,

but the estate has remained untouched.

It's valued at over $200 million today.

Well, then your nephews are brothers,

and Devon is their sister?

No, no, no, no.

My dear sister married seven times.

They all have different fathers.

But to get back to your question, Sergeant, when I die,

the trust will be dissolved, and the assets

distributed among the four young people you met tonight.

In the meantime, they haven't a cent to their names.

I used to give them a generous allowance,

but I stopped doing that over a year ago.

Why is that?

Not one of them has ever done an honest day's work

in his life.

I thought it was time they did.

And have they?

Unfortunately, no.

On the prospect of their eventual inheritance,

every bank in town lined up to lend them money.

Let me ask you a question, Mr. Hyland.

Have you ever done a day's work in your life?

Of course not.

Neither did my sister or my father.

We didn't have to.

But to get back to the problem I face,

those four young people are paupers

living on borrowed money, and will till the day I die.

My grandfather lived to be 84.

So you think, uh, one of the four is tired of waiting.

Somebody tried to kill me yesterday.

What else am I to think?

Well, I believe the others are in the game room.

Shall we join them?

Excuse me.

Hello?

I'll take this in my study. Will you hold, please?

Terribly sorry.

I won't be long.

You know, I wonder who's going to get this house and all

the furnishings.

I don't know.

Let's ask him when he comes out.

Do you know the names of The Three Musketeers?

Let's see.

Uh, Happy, Peewee and Sneezy.

You've had enough of this.

Yes, I have.

Well, where's Clarence?

Clarence went into the study to take a phone call.

Oh.

How long has he been on that phone?

What?

About 10 minutes.

Clarence?

That's odd. It's locked.

Hello?

Hello?

He's dead.

Oh.

Hunter?

Hm.

22 Ruger.

Well, I'll gather everybody up in the dining hall

and call the lab.

Behind this wall is the living room.

Is there another way in or out of this room?

No.

Just the door and those windows.

Well, this window's locked from the inside.

Did you or Sergeant hunter leave

the foyer, even for a moment, after Clarence

came into this room?

No, Mrs. Brasher, we didn't.

Then, nobody could have left this room.

Which means the murderer must have already been in here.

So he or she must still be in here, wouldn't you say?

Well, it sounds logical Mrs. Brasher,

but I really don't think that there's anyone else in here.

Just us two.

Well, it would appear, then, Sergeant

McCall, that we have a locked room puzzle, wouldn't you say?

No, I would say that there is another way into this room.

No.

If there were any such thing, Clarence

would have told me about it.

And I'm very surprised that you haven't

commented on another very significant clue.

What's that?

Well, the murderer left the gun behind it.

So he or she must have wanted it found.

Wouldn't you say?

No, I wouldn't.

The killer obviously knows that everyone in this house

is going to be searched.

I would doubt that there would be any prints left on that gun,

and it's probably not traceable. - OK.

The lab's on its way.

May I stay with you, Sergeant Hunter.

I'd like that. Yes.

Oh, good.

Uh, perhaps I can help you look for clues.

We'll, actually, see, the technicians

will look for the clues.

Why don't you... why don't you have a seat right there.

Oh, yes.

Tell me, Jennifer.

There was about 10 or 15 minutes from the time everybody

cleared out of the dining room to the time

you came into the foyer.

Where were you?

Well, didn't you see me carrying fresh flowers

in my hand when I came in? - Yes.

I picked them in the patio garden.

Mm-hm.

Tell me, who stands to inherit Clarence's estate, this house,

for instance.

I haven't any idea.

But I wouldn't be a bit surprised if I do.

Do you know who killed him?

Of course.

One of those four idle, now very wealthy young people,

or a combination of them.

Maybe all four of them planned it together.

And very cleverly too.

They're not stupid.

They're not unimaginative nor unmotivated.

Could you tell me what's behind this wall here?

Oh, uh, guest study, and stairs

leading to the second floor.

You know, Sergeant Hunter, I'm a very serious student of crime,

especially murder.

And I do know a great deal about all those involved in this one.

You are going to let me help you with this case, aren't you?

No, ma'am.

We're not.

Oh.

Ernie, let's go.

Reuben, I'll be in the dining room.

Jennifer, what's happening?

We're getting a lot of questions and no answers.

All I know is that Clarence is dead.

Somebody shot him.

What do you got?

Mr. Magesca and Mr. Loire went into the game room

immediately following dinner.

They say that they stayed there and played backgammon

until you came to get them.

Mr. Van Aanholt and Mr. Thornberry went into the bar.

After while Mr. Van Aanholt went up the stairs

and left Mr. Thornberry in the bar alone.

Mr. Fowler and the staff were in the kitchen.

We were all in the kitchen eating,

from the time we cleared the table

till you came down and told us Mr. Hyland was dead.

Eric, you went upstairs. How come?

To see my old room.

I, uh, I always go there when I visit Uncle Clarence.

It helps me to remember the good times we had here.

Clarence was the only person in all our lives

ever gave a damn about us.

Where is that room located?

It's up the stairs, directly above the study.

Oh.

I'm gonna go check it out.

Yeah.

Mr. Fowler, would you and your staff wait in the kitchen,

please? - Certainly.

Thank you.

You say that after Mr. Van Aanholt went upstairs,

he left you alone in the bar, correct?

As my blood alcohol content will no doubt establish.

Did you see anyone?

The heavy question is, did anyone see me?

The two of you were in the game room.

Did one of you leave for a minute or so?

No.

We were together the whole time.

How well do the four of you know this house.

Very well.

We grew up here.

Byron's the youngest.

He was four when our mother died and Clarence brought us here.

Is there another entrance into Clarence's study

other than the door from the foyer?

No.

Is there a phone in this house it's not connected

to the three PBX lines?

Why?

Well, the call that came through took your uncle

into his study alone.

It's possible that that call originated

from inside the house.

There is a phone in the extra study.

Clarence liked to call it Jennifer's office.

That phone's is not part of the PBX system.

Jennifer's office.

So Mrs. Brasher... uh, when did she leave?

A minute ago.

Officer Biggs is going to have to take

all of your fingerprints, if none of you mind.

No.

Thank you.

I gave this lamp a twist, boom, open sesame.

Now, I used two fingers, so if there are any prints up there,

we'll get them.

But Hunter, this door hasn't been opened in a long time.

Months, maybe years.

So.

It still appears we have a locked room

puzzle, hey, Sergeant?

How you doing, Jennifer?

I see you're still on the case.

Mrs. Brasher?

Uh, would you mind going back into the dining room

and having Officer Biggs take your fingerprints?

I'd be very happy to, Sergeant.

Oh, Miss Brasher, uh, before you leave, uh, tell me,

when did Clarence build this house?

Oh, he didn't.

When his sister died, he needed a place to raise her children,

so he bought this house.

Did he know about this paneling?

I doubt it.

I certainly didn't.

Huh. OK.

Thank you.

Jennifer, how good to see you again.

Is that the door leading to the study you talked to me about?

Oh, yes.

Clarence used to call it Jennifer's office,

but I seldom used it.

Do you have a key for it?

Yes, but I never locked the door.

Anyone could have used the phone in there.

I think you should dust it for prints.

Well, speaking of prints, why don't you hop into the dining

room and have yours taken?

All right.

Good.

Thank you.

When Sergeant Hunter comes out of there,

no one touches anything.

No one goes through that panel. - Reuben?

Yes?

I need a complete set of blueprints,

and ownership history of this house.

I want to find out who built this..

Hello?

Hello.

I wondered when I'd be seeing you again.

- Moving, huh? - Yeah.

The banks cut off my credit.

I can't afford to live here anymore.

Hey, babe.

Who are you talking to?

Michael, this is one of the police sergeants

I told you about. - Oh.

Hi.

Hi, what's up?

Well, actually, I had something to discuss with you.

Perhaps you'd prefer to do it in private.

Michael and I got married yesterday.

Nothing is private between us.

Well, congratulations.

Thanks.

I guess I really owe it to this case you're on.

Devon had some kind of crazy idea

I wanted her for her money.

But when she found out that the trust executives were blocking

the distribution of the estate and I still wanted

to marry her, she said yes.

That's great.

We're looking for your brothers Max and Byron.

Apparently, they've both moved, and neither one's

left a forwarding address.

Do you have any idea where we could find them?

Byron's using a friend's house at Malibu.

He'll either be writing or sleeping,

so you'll find him there.

I don't know where Max is.

I'm very worried about him.

Thanks.

Devon, I have another question concerning the gun that

was used to kill your uncle.

The registration number on it had been filed off,

and we had it restored.

The gun is registered to you.

That gun was stolen.

I reported it stolen six months ago.

Do you have any idea who may have stolen it?

Devon told me that Eric took it, because...

No, Michael.

I just happened to notice that it was gone the day after Eric

and Mrs. Brasher had lunch with me here.

Well, then, why didn't you suspect Mrs. Brasher?

I didn't suspect anyone.

I see.

Is your brother Eric still at this address?

Yes, but I'm sure he didn't take the gun.

And the address on these boxes.

Is this where I'll be able to reach you in the future?

Yeah.

Can I write it down for you?

Yeah, Thank you.

And may I use your phone?

Sure.

It's right there.

Thanks.

Hunter, I'm over it Devon's.

She has no idea where Max is, but I do have Byron's address.

I'm going to head on over there right now.

And by the way, that address on Eric is current.

11490 Wilshire, Suite 1505.

Are you crazy?

That cost me $5,000.

What about this?

What did this cute little item set you back?

Look, don't touch that.

Koslow knows I'll pay him.

Like hell he does.

He asked for the money over a week. ago.

He got nothing.

I'll pay him.

How?

I'll borrow it.

The banks won't even let you in the damn door.

Look, I got friends.

Yeah.

They're going to hand you 200 grand tomorrow.

I asked you a question. - No, please.

Don't break that.

Tomorrow.

Yeah.

You're a liar.

Freeze, police.

Don't move.

Eric, get their guns.

Get your hands up.

Eric, over here on the table.

All right.

Both of you, down on your knees.

Let's go.

Come on.

Cross your legs behind you.

Put your hands behind your head. Clasp them.

Good.

Now both you idiots stare up the cottage cheese on the ceiling.

Come on.

Don't move.

Jimmy, this is Hunter.

I want you to send a black and white

out to 11490 Wilshire Boulevard Apartment, 1505.

Make it quick, will you?

Yeah, thanks.

Eric, I suggest you pay Koslow the money you owe him,

and get on with your life, huh?

Yeah, I'm going to do that.

I passed the bar, and I graduated from Stanford Law

six years ago.

The firm that's been representing me

offered me a job.

I start Monday.

Good.

Where's Max? - I don't know.

I've been trying to find him.

He just vanished.

Go away.

I'm busy. - It's the police.

Open up.

What can I do for you, Sergeant?

May I come in?

For how long?

That depends on you.

Have a seat.

Thanks.

I gather you still don't know who killed my uncle.

We're working on it.

You and Devon alibied each other.

I think you ought to know the gun

that was used to kill your uncle was registered to Devon.

You sure of that?

Absolutely sure.

Well, she did have a gun, but somebody stole it.

I told her to report the theft.

I don't know if she did.

Yeah, she did.

But maybe that gun was stolen by one of her brothers.

Like, maybe you.

That's a lot of maybes.

Look, can I save you some time?

You can try.

Neither Max, nor Eric, nor me, nor Devon

is capable of killing anyone, but especially not Clarence.

We loved him with all our hearts.

Well, then, that leaves Mrs. Brasher, doesn't it?

Is that what you're trying to tell me?

Jennifer killed him?

I'm just saying that we didn't.

I see.

Your brother Max is missing.

Do you have any idea where he is?

Max is an alcoholic.

He'll show up when he needs some money.

Working on your novel, huh?

Yeah.

It should be finished in two or three months.

What's it about?

People who have nothing because they have everything.

Sort of autobiographical?

Do you have any idea what it's like to discover that there's

this great fabulous game being played out there,

and you haven't been eligible.

Who said you weren't eligible?

Nobody had to say it.

It's like, everybody's out there in the thick of it, you know?

Trying to figure out who they are, what they've got to give,

what they...

How far they can go.

Whether they'll kill the beast or be killed.

I never realized what a wild wonderful challenge that

was until they told me that the distribution of old Seamus

Hyland's fortune was going to be delayed, maybe for years

to come.

It was like being born again.

I threw out the novel I was writing.

I started on this one.

For the first time, I'm in the damn game.

Heh.

It's a great feeling to know that either I

finish this thing, or I starve to death.

Well, good luck.

Thanks.

I'll need it.

Oh, Sergeant Hunter.

Heh.

How nice to see you.

Come on in.

You know, uh, Max Thornberry disappeared.

You were the last one to see him.

What about the questioning?

I think I'll refuse to answer.

You know what the slammer is?

Oh, I believe so, Sergeant.

Would you like to go there?

On what grounds?

Obstruction of justice.

You know much more than you've been telling me.

I drove Max to the Farnsworth Clinic in Palm Springs

and signed him in for the full 12 week cure.

That's a very expensive visit.

Who'd pay for it? - I did.

Why?

Max would've been dead in a month

if I hadn't taken him to the clinic.

I did it for Clarence.

You know, Max had a very good motive for killing Clarence.

The banks stopped lending him money

because you couldn't pass his insurance..

Make up your mind, Sergeant.

Am I the suspect, or Max?

Why not both of you?

I wondered if you'd find out about Max's

insurance difficulty.

So you know?

Oh, yes.

And you didn't tell me about it?

Why don't we have some tea, Sergeant?

I recognized the murder gun as Devon's.

I also know that Eric is a compulsive gambler

who owes a great deal of money to a bookmaker named

Eddie Koslow.

You could have told me that earlier

and saved me a lot of problems.

So you think Max and I joined forces

to bump off Clarence Hyland.

You don't really believe that, do you?

Does the date February 2, 1987 mean anything to you?

No.

Why?

Because that date was circled in red on Clarence's calendar.

Four days later, all monies were cut

off to his niece and nephews.

Sorry.

Can't help you.

Let's not forget about the slammer..

If that secret panel was there when those children moved in,

they would have found it, which points to all four of them,

because they all claimed not to know

any other way into that room.

But you and I both know that they didn't do it.

Right?

What's the other choice?

I don't know.

But I'm going to find out.

Thanks for the tea.

Well, call Hunter.

I'm at the morgue with Barney.

Look, I got an idea.

Take exhibit A, load it with blanks,

and meet me out of the Clarence Hyland estate.

That's right.

Yeah, as soon as you can.

I'll explain it to you when you get there.

OK, thanks.

Hey, great.

Thanks for coming.

The gun hand is loaded.

Fantastic.

Come on over.

Now, I found this string the other day while I was looking

through Clarence's desk.

Little loop right around here.

Tighten it down to keep it in place.

What are you doing?

Barney did an autopsy on Clarence.

Found out he had leukemia. - What?

He had probably less than a year to live.

- Are you kidding me? - No.

He didn't want those kids inheriting $50 million apiece,

and he was going to do whatever it

took to keep that money on ice.

Maybe February 2 was the day that Clarence

found out he was sick.

That's exactly correct.

Excuse me.

And four days later, he cuts off all monies to them.

Now, Clarence is sitting here.

Of course, he had a cigar Lights the string.

Pull the trigger.

As you can see, the string burns without a trace of ash.

Clarence killed himself.

That's all very true, Sergeant.

I was with Clarence when he was told he had leukemia.

And when the bank stepped in to lend the money,

Clarence brooded about it for a year.

And then he did what he thought he

had to do to be sure that the trust was not distributed

for as long as possible.

Are you saying that you knew he intended

to kill himself that night?

No.

He would never have told me what he was going to do.

He knew I wouldn't let him do it, but he did it.

And if you report what you have just found,

you will undo everything he died to accomplish.

What was he trying to accomplish?

You've already seen it happening.

He wanted his children to have meaningful lives.

His father and his sister had meaningless, empty, worthless

lives, and so did Clarence, until those four children

suddenly became his to raise.

They were his salvation, and he loved them.

You placed the call to Clarence that night,

didn't you?

You got him into the study alone.

He asked me to place the call.

Yes.

Then he put me on hold, and he came in here.

And he asked me to go out and get some fresh flowers,

and bring them in.

I demanded to know what was going on, and he said,

just pick the flowers, Jenny.

I promise I'll tell you about it later.

I should have guessed.

I'll never forgive myself that I didn't.

When we found him dead, I knew then, of course.

And I knew why.

So I tried to make it as difficult as possible for you.

The children had to look guilty, if that will was to be held up.

But surely, you must have known, that had we not

figured this out, the four of them could have gone to prison

or worse.

No.

Clarence knew I would never let that happen.

He knew that I would be able to figure it out just as you have.

I wanted Clarence to achieve what he died for,

and I still do.

It would be a terrible, terrible thing if you reported

what you have discovered here.

No crime was committed.

Suicide is not a crime.

Jenny, we can't do that.

Are you really prepared to take away from Clarence

what he did for those kids?

It's not up to us to make that decision.

But it's already working.

I mean, Byron is writing.

And Devon is finally able to accept a man's love.

Eric is doing what he was trained to do.

And Max, well, I don't know, but...

But there is hope that he can be cured.

Please.

Forget what you found.

Look, Jennifer, it's going to be very difficult

for us to make this report.

But we will be telling the truth.

For Clarence's sake, I had to ask, didn't I?

Yes, you did.

Thank you for understanding why.