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This is where the wealthy and the powerful rule.

It is her world,

a world apart from mine.

Her name... is Catherine.

From the moment I saw her, she captured my heart

with her beauty,

her warmth and her courage.

I knew then, as I know now,

she would change my life...

forever.

He comes from a secret place, far below the city streets,

hiding his face from strangers,

safe from hate and harm.

He brought me there to save my life.

And now, wherever I go, he is with me in spirit.

For we have a bond stronger than friendship or love.

And although we cannot be together,

we will never, ever be apart.

Standby passengers on Flight 102

please report to the Worldwide ticket counter.

What's an Aussie do in Kenya?

Runs photo safaris...

and hunts for a decent mug of beer in his spare time.

Purpose of visit, Mr. Sanders?

Tourism.

Still looking for that mug of beer.

Good luck.

Global Air paging Mr. Fortunato.

Mr. Fortunato, please proceed to the white courtesy telephone.

...so the PD motions for a dismissal

and we hear this loud voice from the bench,

"Motion granted."

No one's more startled than the judge, of course,

because he hasn't heard a w... a word...

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.

Catherine Chandler, Jeff Radler.

Jeff's going to be joining...

Trial division. Oh. So I've been told.

Welcome to New York.

Never underestimate the power of the grapevine.

Joe tells me

you're as good as they come...

and you have an enormous crush on him

you're desperately trying to keep secret.

Hey, wait a minute. I didn't say that.

I finally managed to get it under control.

I think I'm being framed.

So, uh... Joe tells me

we're gonna be working together.

Jeff's taking over the Ehringer appeal.

Ehringer?

Are you familiar with the case?

No. Not yet.

Joe, what is this?

That brief is due on Friday.

Which is why I want you to work with him on it.

Go over the file, Cathy.

Look, the subject's not open for debate.

Just do it.

I brought the Ehringer transcripts.

Sorry if I got a little hot.

This one means a lot to me.

Oh, Joe told me.

You had to interview all the victims.

Sit down.

Tell me about it.

I need to know.

Well, it broke my heart, all those little girls.

The youngest one was only four.

It's hard to believe that anyone can be that vile,

until you have to sit with the children

and listen to them tell their stories.

When we put Ehringer away,

that was the moment that I knew I belonged here,

and, if his conviction is overturned,

I don' t know what I'll do.

It won't be.

We'll make sure of it-- you and me, together.

But I can't do it without your help.

You got it. Anything you need.

I'll take these back to the hotel tonight

and look them over.

In the meantime, it would be really helpful

if you could just give me a brief summary

of the issues involved.

The first issue is the admissibility

of the videotaped testimony.

They also claim that the judge erred

in his instructions to the jury.

Holloway's notes on Ehringer.

Would you drop these off on your way home?

Radler's hotel's just a couple blocks from you.

Just when I thought I'd made a clean getaway.

Jeff!

Jeff!

Holloway's notes.

They're incomplete, but they still might be useful.

What's all this?

Looks like you made off with half the law library.

Just going over a few possible precedents

for the videotape issue.

There's an appellate case in the 19th Circuit

that's right on point.

You might want to have a look at that.

You must be mistaken.

There is no 19th Circuit.

These will prove very useful.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Tell me.

There's a new man in our office,

a trial attorney named Jeff Radler.

Does that mean anything to you?

Well, I think he knows about your world.

I followed him across the park

and he went to the drainage tunnel

and straight to the secret door,

and he uncovered

a name there-- your name.

Someone had scratched it on the tunnel wall.

I'd almost forgotten.

I'm the one that wrote that name there, Catherine.

I was only a boy.

It was the sort of thing that boys do.

He was looking for your name, Vincent.

He ran to the tunnel,

all the way across the park from the carousel.

The carousel?

This man-- what did he look like?

He's in his 30s, I guess.

Tall, dark hair, dark eyes.

And he has three deep scars on his left cheek.

Who is he, Vincent?

Not now.

Not until I'm certain.

I'm sorry, I'm running late.

I have to go see a a man about an apartment.

How's it going?

Everything's under control.

I'll see you tomorrow.

What's this?

You tell me.

The Ehringer case.

What, does Jeff got one of the interns roughing out his brief?

No.

That's his own work.

So his first draft's a little rough.

He threw it in the trash, didn't he?

Maybe that's where it should have stayed.

Come on, Cathy, give him a break.

He's probably just feeling pressure.

Five will get you ten he's just nervous.

He's nervous, all right.

Hey, what's going on in there?

Let's go. Hurry up. Let's get out of here.

Devin.

No one's called me that for 20 years.

Oh, God, Vincent.

We thought you were... Dead?

Well, you know what Mark Twain said--

"The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated."

We searched for you for weeks, months.

Father was afraid you were lost in the maze.

I didn't want to hurt anyone.

I just had to get out.

20 years is a long time.

I wasn't even sure anybody would be... home.

I'll tell you, there's been a few dark nights

when I thought I imagined the whole thing.

The tunnels and... the old man... you.

Especially you.

What are you doing here, anyway?

It's like you knew I was going to be here.

Catherine saw you last night at the carousel

and followed you here.

Catherine?

You mean Chandler, from the D.A.'s office?

Small world.

So you have a helper in the D.A.'s office.

Catherine is...

...more than a help.

Things change, I guess.

So... the old man...

is he...?

Father is well.

Let me take you to him.

I don't... think that would be such a good idea.

The old man and I never got along too well,

you know that.

After I left, I never set foot in New York again.

I think I was scared he'd know if I did,

come drag me back down again.

Well...

you're here now.

So I am.

I've been having these dreams lately.

About the tunnels.

Weird, isn't it?

I've been to Casablanca, the Himalayas,

Paris, all over the world.

Everywhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

And I dream about a hole in the ground.

That's not so weird...

when that hole in the ground is home.

Ah, Vincent, there you are.

Pascal said you'd gone above, so we weren't expect...

Devin?

You've... you've changed.

It's been so long.

We thought, uh...

You know, after all these years,

and never a word,

never a hint as to whether you were alive

or dead.

Well, you're not exactly listed in the phone book.

No, but you knew the names of our helpers.

I mean, they could've gotten a letter to me.

Would that have cost you so much?

Have you any idea

of the pain...

and the grief you have caused?

Father.

It was so sudden.

Such a shock.

I'm sorry if I've upset you by not being dead.

Devin, please.

You know there is, uh...

so much I want to say.

So many questions I'd like to...

I just don't know where to begin.

How about, "It's nice to see you, Devin"?

Or, "We missed you."

Those would've been nice places to begin.

We have missed you.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah, I, uh...

Hell, I'm sorry.

This isn't easy.

Maybe we could just start over?

Yes.

Yes, Devin, I'd like that.

Well, now... come on.

Tell us where you've been,

what you've done.

Well, um, I'm currently an attorney with the D.A.'s Office.

Rubbing elbows,

as it turns out, with Vincent's friend.

An attorney, eh?

Well, that's a considerable

achievement.

But then, Devin, I always knew, even when you were a boy

that once you'd made up your mind to apply yourself,

you would do great things.

You must have studied very hard.

I'm working on that part.

Last month, I was in Kenya.

Derek Sanders, mate.

Pleased to meet you.

Ran photo safaris.

It was fun.

The land is gorgeous, and you meet some interesting women.

And before that, I was a monk

in Tibet.

Shaved my head, got in touch

with my spiritual side.

It was tranquil.

Hell, I've been just about everything by now.

A respected professor,

a knife-thrower in a carnie,

decorated soldier, a famous chef, a...

...a doctor.

I delivered a baby, Father.

There were complications.

I had to perform a Caesarian.

I-I was terrified, but I didn't let it show.

Uh, j-just a minute.

I mean, the procedure you've described is...

is major surgery.

Have you had any medical training?

I had some medical books.

Oh, you had some medical b--

Well, that's fine, isn't it?

You... had... some... medical... books.

Do you realize the risks you put this poor woman through?

Infection, internal hemorrhage...

You were completely irresponsible.

You're the oldest of the boys.

The others all listen to you.

Vincent looks up to you.

Now, maybe you don't care

what happens to you, but what about him?

Hmm?

Suppose he'd been hurt or caught up there.

You risked his life and for what?

So that you could have a ride on a merry-go-round.

You might've lost that woman

or the baby or both!

But I didn't.

Which is more than you can say, isn't it?

You and all of your "medical knowledge"

couldn't save my mother from dying in childbirth!

Devin.

You, too?

Fine.

I don't care.

I told you this was a mistake.

I'll find my own way out.

No, Devin, don't, please.

Devin, come back here.

Devin?

Please.

That was his pain talking...

not his heart.

I did not.

You did so!

I did not; it wasn't me.

Liar-- it was so you.

It's always you.

I hate you.

I hate you, I hate you.

You startled me.

I thought you might come here.

I guess you would.

My scars

and my old clasp knife?

That's all I took with me when I left this place.

Gotta have something you can count on.

Right?

The old man, is he all right?

You and Father were always so hard on each other.

I'm well into my 30s, Vincent.

I walked into that chamber, and I was 14 again.

Maybe it's because of my mother,

because he couldn't save her.

Maybe that's why he's been so hard on me all these years.

He sees me... and he remembers that failure.

You won't come back?

Maybe in another 20 years.

That baby I delivered?

He's doing fine... him and his mother both.

They named him after me, Vincent.

Harvey.

That's the name I was going by at the time,

so they named the baby Harvey.

Father will not speak of it,

although I can sense how troubled he is.

And Devin.

With all the places he's been and all the lives he's led,

he still seems lost.

Father is right, you know.

Your friend is irresponsible.

This charade of his may end up

putting a monster back on the street to molest little girls.

Devin would never allow that to happen; I know him.

You knew the boy he was many years ago.

You don't know the man he's grown into.

I know his heart.

I'm sorry, Vincent, I can't allow this to go on.

There's too much at stake.

We were going to build a raft together.

Huck and Jim on the Mississippi.

I had other friends, others who grew up with me

in the tunnels, but Devin...

Devin was the only one who...

was irresponsible enough...

to dream dreams...

that included me.

Years after he left, I would still hear his voice

in the whispering gallery,

see his face reflected in the mirror pool.

And when I would turn...

he would be gone.

If you expose him, Catherine,

he'll be gone again.

I'm sorry, Vincent... but I have no choice.

Good morning, Jeff.

Or should I say Devin?

Doesn't matter.

I answer to just about anything.

Did Vincent tell you?

I'm not going to have you arrested.

I know what that would do to Vincent and to Father.

But I want you off the Ehringer case and out of this office.

I appreciate that.

You give me the rest of the day to sort this out

and figure out what I'm going to tell Moreno,

I'll be out of your life by night.

I can live with that.

Tell me one thing.

I'm charming, intelligent, and hardworking.

So why?

Is that what you want to know?

I never figured out what I wanted to be when I grew up.

She will not expose him, but...

he has agreed to resign.

Yes, well, I suppose it's for the best.

The best?

How can you say that?

Not easily, I assure you.

Some relationships can only bring us pain,

no matter how much we wish otherwise.

You loved Devin as a brother, I know that.

I loved him, too, and yet he left both of us

for over 20 years without so much as a good-bye.

And last night you made sure he would leave again.

You blame me?

I blame both of you.

How could you be so hard on him?

If I was hard on him as a child,

it was for his own good.

His little escapades endangered not only himself

but all the other children... especially you.

I know what happened that night at the carousel,

and I know why it happened.

You don't know anything

about what happened that night!

For as far back as I can remember,

you were always harder on Devin than on anyone else.

Oh, Vincent,

please, I swear to you,

I've always tried to be fair.

No one knows better than I how hard you tried...

and how well you succeeded.

You were a father not only to me,

but to anyone who needed one.

You were always there for more children than I can name,

but not for Devin.

Why, Father?

How could you shut him out when he needed you so?

Oh, dear God, have I really?

It was a year...

...after I lost everything:

my work, my good name, and the woman I loved.

And my home...

I think I might've... frozen to death that winter

if it hadn't been for her-- Grace.

She told me about the tunnels,

showed me the way down here,

and slowly... I began to live again.

Grace was Devin's mother.

She was a good woman...

a little older than myself.

Not an educated woman, but, uh...

...with her own wisdom,

and a kind heart.

One night...

...she died, giving birth to him.

And afterwards, I, uh,

I didn't want to set him apart from the others...

Besides, I always intended to tell him.

Later.

I had you to consider, as well.

Devin is your son?

Hold on.

May I come in?

Running away again?

I prefer to think of it

as a strategic retreat, one step ahead of the law.

No one's asking you to leave New York.

Why the sudden concern?

You didn't seem to be all that worried this morning

about my future.

Because I know how much you mean to Vincent

and how much it would hurt him to lose you again.

Vincent.

Why does it always come down to Vincent

and how I'm going to hurt him?

Like at the carousel that night, when you almost got him killed?

What the hell do you know about the carousel?

Why don't you come with me?

Maybe it's time you heard what really happened.

What are you doing?

Nothing I haven't done before.

This all started with me wanting a knife.

Father said, "No, knives weren't toys.

They were dangerous and someone might get hurt."

I scrounged for bottles...

and saved my nickels, and I bought one, anyway.

Someone told Father.

I thought Vincent had squealed.

I found out later it was somebody else...

...a boy named Mitch.

But, by then, it was too late.

Father had already taken away my knife...

...and I tried to take it out on Vincent.

We fought.

I lost.

Father was angry with me for fighting.

So, one night, a few days later...

...we came here.

Me and Vincent and a few others.

But it was my idea.

I pushed them into it and it worked like a charm.

- Come on, Devin. - Hurry up.

We don't want to get caught.

Hurry up, what's taking you so long?

Hey, Vincent, this is great!

Oh, wow!

But something went wrong.

Hey! What's going on in there?

Come on, run for it!

Wait! Let's get out of here!

Hey! Come back here!

Halt!

Hold it right there now! Don't you move!

Vincent, come on!

You saved him.

After he saved me.

Did Father ever know what happened?

Some of it.

I left out the worst parts.

Still, Father heard enough.

You risked his life.

And for what,

so that you could have a ride on a merry-go-round.

Or maybe you did it deliberately.

Devin, was that it?

You seem to take a perverse pleasure in defying me

and exposing Vincent to danger.

Did you want him to get caught?

Was that it?

Was that your way of getting back at him for your fight?

Yes, I wanted him to get caught.

I hate him!

He's a little freak and I hate him!

I can't even say he was all wrong.

There were times...

But not this time.

Merry-go-rounds are for babies.

And if we wanted to go,

why don't we just do it when it's open.

Vincent can't go during the day.

Vincent's never been on a merry-go-round.

Look, are you going to help, or are you chicken?

- I felt so bad about blaming - Vincent for the knife

that I wanted to do something special for him.

Why didn't you ever tell Father the truth?

I don't know.

Maybe pride... or...

Or maybe...

...because we never learned how to talk to each other.

What the hell are you doing here?

Listening... learning.

It's a little late for that, old man.

It's only late if you want it to be.

I think I've been set up.

What is this supposed to accomplish?

Perhaps nothing.

Perhaps it'll make you hate me even more.

But, whatever happens,

I think you deserve to know the truth, Devin...

...my son.

My real name is Jacob Wells.

I first met your mother...

When I got your message, I tried the office first...

...and I found this on my desk.

The brief.

How is it?

It's rough in spots,

and the language isn't really turgid enough...

but I think it'll keep Ehringer in prison

for a long time.

Look at this.

"Yes, I'm a fraud."

"But I'm a good fraud."

Do you think he'll stay?

No, not for long.

Even as a child, he dreamed of mountains...

and raging seas and palaces shining golden in the sun.

But now...

no matter where he goes,

he has a place to come home to.

And what will your destination be today, sir?

What about, uh, Alaska?

We have a seat on the 3:15 flight to Anchorage.

Good.

Name?

Wells.

Devin Wells.