All language subtitles for Without a Trace - 2x03 - Confidence.en

Guess who.

Hmm. I'm drawing a blank.

How 'bout the fianc�e you haven't
seen since this party started?

Okay, enough, you two. Let me see this rock
that Chris keeps going on and on about.

It's like he chipped it out of the mine himself.
Wow. Oh, that's very subtle, Chris.

It was a total surprise. I had no...

Don't, don't. I've seen a lot of women who
couldn't get Chris to take the leap. You deserve it.

I'm going to go down to the store to get some cigarettes.
You guys want anything?

No.

Oh, but hurry back. Dinner's in five minutes.

Jeremiah's concocted some
crazy gelled oyster something.

I'll hurry back.

Whitney Ridder. 29-year-old socialite.
Walked out of her fiancee's loft for a pack of smokes.

Never made it to the bodega across the street.

She left her keys, purse and coat up at the party.

She have her wallet with her?

Yeah, and a big, fat rock on her finger.

That's an attractive target.

Just keep the coffee coming.

Fiancee. Can't get much out of him.

Hey, pal, sip on this.

Smells like a brewery in here.

Yeah, you noticed?

What, is he still drunk?

Nah, he's just fairly hung over.

She went to the... store to get cigarettes.

It's something she's done 100 times.

Look, I ... I already told the other,
uh, agent all of this.

Yeah, well, sorry to inconvenience you.

I'm sorry, I just ... I'm tired. That's all.

You know, the phone keeps ringing.

Friends are worried. It's just, I haven't slept.

Look, I'll make this as fast as possible for you, okay?

Did you notice anything unusual
in your fiancee's behavior last night?

No, I don't think so.

Do you mind?

What do you mean you don't think so?

There wasn't anything that I really remember.

Was it because you were drinking or
are you having problems with your short-term memory?

Excuse me?

Mr. Mayes, if you want to help us find your fiancee,

I suggest that you sober up and focus right now.

Yeah, okay.

Now how long you and Whitney been living together?

Uh, a little over two months.
She was staying at the Riverton before that.

Riverton, that's a nice address.

She was just crashing here while
she was setting up her business.

And what was that?

Resort financing.

What's your business?

I'm between careers.

Which ones?

The one I spend pleasantly living off my inheritance,

and the one where I actually
find something meaningful to do.

Can you give me any background on Whitney?

She was born in Philadelphia. Parents got divorced,

shipped her off to Switzerland for school.

Got an MBA over there. Came back to the
states about six months ago.

You notice any problems with her business?

Not really. She hadn't been here very long,
but, you know, things were going great.

How long were you two engaged?

Just a week.

Vizsla?

It's a short-haired hungarian hunting dog.

Nice try.

- What, are you challenging me?
- Vizsla.

Vizsla, a short-haired
Hungarian hunting... You scare me.

I did a job with Tina Enyelling.
She gave me one as a gift.

It was a cute little guy.

So, double letter,
triple word... 84 points.

Plus I go again because you lost the challenge.

Marry me.

Excuse me?

I'm serious.

Chris, we barely know each other.

I know how I feel. You... amaze me.

Why, because I know what a Vizsla is?

It didn't hurt.

Look, I don't want to spend another minute
without you, it's that simple.

I want you to marry me.

Okay.

Okay, yes, you're going to marry me?

Okay to everything.

Two months? That's pretty quick to pull the trigger.

I knew she was the one.

We were going to go to Europe next month and
get married on her birthday, just the two of us.

I just keep thinking,
you know, this...

I mean, she has to show up sooner or later, right?

Right.

Escape to a lush paradise. An island where...

Excuse me. What exactly do you guys do here?

Resort development.
Refinancing an international boutique hotel.

And where is everyone else?

It's just the two of us, Whitney and me.

We contracted out the computer modeling and
we work with Midtown Trust on the financial end.

How's business?

It was going great. I mean, that's what I thought.

I just got off the phone with the people in Cozumel.

It looks like we're going to be closing up
shop a little earlier than I planned.

We should start packing tomorrow.

I thought we were just getting started.

You've done an amazing job,

and I have already written you a
glowing letter of recommendation,

and you absolutely will not have to worry about
the rent on that sweet little studio of yours.

Forget my studio. I can get myself a two-bedroom with this.

Well, call it a bonus, and a "thank you." You earned it.

I'd never had a mentor before Whitney.

She just took me under her wing.

Excuse me.

I don't get it. If business is so great,
why close up shop?

Maybe Whitney was embezzling money from the company,
bailed out before she got caught.

Why bother giving the assistant a big bonus?

She wants her to be a good girl,
not ask too many questions.

Okay, thanks.

Okay, so it turns out Christopher Mayes has a record,

license revoked after a couple DUIs and
a drunk-and-disorderly charge when he was 19.

He got off with community
service and counseling.

Rich parents buy good lawyers.

Yeah, well. His alibi's tight.
Doorman says, he never left the party,

but the building manager saw a suspicious
vehicle casing the place a few weeks ago.

He said he approached the car,
but the driver took off.

Upscale building, rich tenants.
Could be trying to pick out victim.

Hmmm. He gave us a make and partial plate.
We're running it now.

Which is more than I've got on Whitney Ridder.

Phone bills, credits cards, everything
dead-ends the day she arrived in the city.

The boyfriend says that she grew up in Philly,
but I keep coming up blank.

Name change?

Nothing on file.
It's like she didn't exist until she got here.

Okay, so she comes to New York, reinvents herself.
New name, new identity, clean start.

She won't be the first.
The question is, what was she running from?

So how long have you two known Whitney?

Uh, three months maybe?

Uh, we met in the Hamptons,

and you get to know someone pretty
fast when they're in your circle.

But getting into that circle --
it's not so easy, is it?

Oh, it is if you have Whitney's charm.

How was she last night?

Her usual self. Mostly.

Hey, it's nice to see you.
Thank you so much for coming.

Oh. Would you excuse me?
I have to take this. It's from work.

Go right ahead.

Thank you.

When I saw her with Chris a few minutes later,
she seemed perfectly fine.

How about the two of them?
Do they have any problems?

No. Chris dated a lot,

but when it would come time to commit,
he would usually start to just slip away.

Sounds like you know him pretty well.

We actually dated a few years ago.

Mr. Sellars, can I ask you
a couple of questions out here?

Yeah, of course.

This is ridiculous.

What's that?

Splitting us up. If this is about Christopher and Sarah,

that was over long before we met.
Sarah and I don't have secrets.

Then that's what she'll tell Agent Taylor.

Until then, I suggest you
sit down and wait till she's done.

Allen has some issues with my friendship with Christopher.

Is there anything going on
with you and Christopher right now?

No.

Is there anything you're not telling me?

When you have what he has...

you never really know if people
are after you for your money.

Christopher's a little paranoid,
but sometimes he's right.

And how about you?
Do you think Whitney's after his money?

Look, she shows up out of nowhere;

they barely know each other;
suddenly, they're getting married.

I wondered.

Did you ever talk to him about it?

Oh, I tried, but he got furious with me,
so I let it go.

Yeah, Viv.

Jack, I've got the social security records;

turns out Whitney Ridder was born
in LaFontaine, Louisiana in 1971,

and died in a car crash in 1974.

Any progress on her real identity?

We're still looking.

Okay. Um, I'll call you back.

I'm sorry. We don't have any Whitney Ridder
registered as a guest at this establishment.

You know, she may have used a different name.

Do you, um... do you
recognize this girl?

She was a-a regular client in our lounge.

At least to me that she may have
been in the companion business.

What, she was a hooker?

If you will. She always came by herself,

always made quite an impression,
but she only had one customer.

This the guy?

Yes. Yes, that's him.

All right. Thank you.

Fake identity. Now, fake residence.
Danny and Martin are checking out the business.

Yeah, she was fooling everybody.

Including her fiancee.

Check it out.
Whitney Ridder's cell phone records.

Okay, you know that call
she got just before she disappeared?

She got another call twenty minutes
later from the same number,

a guy in Palm Springs
named Lucas Vohland.

I checked him on NCIC.
He did ten years for manslaughter at Joliet.

Whoever she is,
she's keeping some bad company.

See all this beautiful oceanfront property?
It's all fake.

We called Cozumel,

Midtown Trust. We checked out their business records.

There's no connection to a hotel chain.
There's not even a planned resort.

Now, it looks like Whitney trolled the city for potential targets:

Mostly sons and daughters of rich families
anxious to make some money on their own.

She promised them a quick return
on the initial investment,

plus VIP treatment
at this luxury resort.

Early investors made a killing.

Word spread. The money poured in.

The second round of investors
didn't see zip.

A ponzi scam.

Exactly, and by the time they
figured out what was going on,

the money was gone and
Whitney reinvented herself.

Except this time.

She never finished the con,

and she still has $400,000
in her corporate bank account.

Maybe one of her marks found out
they were being swindled and got to her.

I'm on it. Here's a list of investors
from her bank records.

And Vohland... I ran into this guy
in Seattle a few years ago.

He's got the background for this kind of gig.

Okay, Danny and Viv, I want you to run down
this list of unhappy investors.

Martin, want you to go to Palm Springs,
talk to your friend Vohland.

Samantha, go with Martin.

I might be reading too much into this,
but there's, um...

no hidden message in you sending me
on vacation to Palm Springs, is there?

What kind of message?

Like, maybe I'm just getting back to work,
and you're trying to get me out of your hair.

You are... reading too much into this.

You should just take it for what it is:
In-flight movie and a little bit of sun

and a chance to interview a convicted felon
and a potential murderer. Enjoy.

So, she scammed everybody?

It would appear that way, yes.

I don't believe it. You know what?
I just don't believe this.

I went to the Riverton Hotel.

She never lived there.

What?

She never lived there.

She used to visit the lobby a lot.

At first, they thought she was a call girl,
but it turns out that you were the only client.

W-where did she live, then?

We're not sure.

We don't even know her real name.

Her real name? You know what?
This is insane. This is...

Did she ever ask you to
invest in her company?

No. I offered, but... she said that she wanted
to keep her business and our personal life separate.

Smart.

What's that?

Smart that she never asked you for money.

My hunch is that she was using you
for access to your rich friends.

Don't you think I would've seen something like that coming?

- You were the first one that met her.
- She said she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me!

That's what you wanted to hear, Chris.

All right... what happens now?
I mean, what do you... ?

You keep looking for her, right?

Oh, you bet. Now she's a fugitive.

Nice to see you're enjoying
the fruits of your labor, Vohland.

Excuse me?

You remember me? Seattle, '99,
counterfeit pc chips?

Sorry, I'm terrible with faces.

Are you any better with names like Dennis Ricci
or Timothy Deleia? You were both.

Is this your girlfriend?

I'm his partner.

You're a lot better-looking
than his last one.

We're looking for Whitney Ridder.
She went missing two days ago in New York,

right after you called her.

I never heard of her.

Probably dialed the wrong number.

Take a look.

Whitney, huh?

I knew her as Cat Fontaine out here.

Met her at the club last winter,
the Conquista.

Nice top spin lob.

So, why'd you call her that night?

I'm leaving for New York in a couple of weeks.
I was looking for a hotel recommendation.

So you wouldn't know anything about
the investment scam she was running in the city?

Cat? You got to be kidding.

No, not at all.

As per my parole conditions, I have removed myself
from any and all areas of illicit influence.

I've got a legitimate business here.

Some things never change.

We're going to stick around for a few days,
check out your story.

I wouldn't go anywhere.

Why leave paradise?

What'd they say?

Same story as all the other investors.

The ones that were paid stayed mum.

The others were too embarrassed
to complain.

Yeah, so far all the alibis check out
except for this one guy I can't find.

His name is Stansfield Carlton.
Ring a bell?

Never heard of him.

Neither have any of the other investors.

Which is strange because they were
all part of the same circle.

We got a hit on that car casing the apartment.

Belongs to a Raymond Deesy.

He's on parole for armed robbery.

Do you have an address?

Excellent.

Thanks. That's good.

So, apparently, uh, Whitney Ridder was living
here in Palm Springs under the alias Cat Fontaine,

and, uh, we understand that you filed a criminal complaint
against her-something about forged paintings.

Well, Cat, uh -- your Whitney -- sold a lovely
Georgia O'Keefe to some friends of ours, and...

we'd been thinking of sprucing our place up,

so we decided that we would make
an appointment to see her gallery downtown.

That's when we saw this painting by Barons.

We spent more than we normally would, but,

uh, we both saw the
painting as an investment.

Then, our insurance company wanted an appraisal,
and that's where we ran into some problems.

This is a little bit... awkward.

You know, the Barons that
we acquired from you, uh-huh?

Our appraiser has doubts about
its authenticity.

I'm sorry. Wha-what do you mean?

He thinks it may be a forgery.

Oh... oh, my, I am so embarrassed.

Yeah, no, I had no idea. I-I took it on consignment.
I didn't even think of getting it checked.

You know what? I'm so sorry to bring it up.
We really should've waited until we were certain.

No-no-no, absolutely not.
Let me get you your money back.

No, please, there is no rush.

I insist.

Please, I am... I am so sorry.

Assuming she never gave you your money back.

No, and I was surprised. She seemed
very shaken up when we spoke to her.

But when we went to her gallery,
she was gone.

Our friend said she had
a boyfriend who was her partner.

Lucas Vohland?

I've never heard the name.

People at the gallery said that
they both had left without telling anybody.

You still have the painting up.

Yeah, I can't seem to take it down.

It doesn't seem like you kill somebody
for ripping you off on a painting.

Certainly not those people. They'd probably
just refill your iced tea.

You know, it sounds more to me like
Whitney knew she was going to get caught,

and she ran. I'm driving.

No, I've seen you drive.

I'm driving.

- Oh, where's the airbag?
- Hello?

Hello? Oh, yeah, look, I'm really sorry
about that. I kind of got busy.

Yeah, Thursday at seven sounds great.
Okay, I'll see you then.

Hot date?

Yeah, with my federally funded therapist.

How's that going?

Here's what I'm thinking: This-this partner/boyfriend
-- I'm thinking it's got to be Vohland.

Well, it explains why he
lied to us about their call.

Yeah. I say we pay him a second visit.

What do you know about Whitney Ridder?

Who's that?

You've been parked in front of her
lot for the last two weeks.

So, the FBI's giving out parking tickets now?

What?

Whitney Ridder is missing, Mr. Deesy.

You know,

maybe your parole officer would like to know that you've
been casing her apartment instead of cleaning paintbrushes.

Look, I didn't do anything illegal, okay?

I was painting this dude's
house out in Watermill.

He asked me to check out this Whitney.

Check out or rough up?

No, I didn't touch her.

He just wanted to know
what she was up to.

He was afraid she'd ripped him off.

I followed her around a few days. I told
him everything I knew, and that was it.

Who is this guy?

Let me be frank with you, Mr. Sellars.

You don't look like the type
who hires an ex-con,

and now you've lied to a Federal Officer.

If I can help you stop this downward spiral
in your personal life, please let me know.

I-I just wanted to find out what was happening.
She didn't return my phone calls.

You mean Whitney.

Yes.

You invested money with her?

Yes, only I-I didn't tell my wife about it.

You used a fake name -- Stansfield Carlton --
so your wife wouldn't know.

My wife Sarah comes from a lot of
money, old money.

It's a very difficult situation
for me not having my own means.

So you wanted to prove yourself,
with your wife's money, of course.

It seemed like an excellent opportunity.

Seventy-five rooms, all suites, each with an ocean view.

Every investor receives full
VIP treatment, complete spa access,

and guaranteed reservations
at our four-star restaurant, and

...a little gift. You know,
for poolside, or wherever.

Two months and I double my money?

Now, if you get in now.

This investor phase closes
at the end of the week.

When do you plan to open?

Next Christmas. We're already
completely booked. Of course...

there are a few rooms,
that remain on hold for our investors.

I am in for 75k,
and put me down for the week.

But when the payday came and went,
you hired a felon to look into it.

I was terrified Sarah would find out.

And you'd lose the money forever.

That had to make you pretty angry.

I just wanted to talk to her.
She wouldn't return my calls,

and Deesy.

He told me about her trips to her storage facility.
I-I thought she was going to leave town before talking to me.

Looks like you were right.

You got an address for
that Storage Facility?

Security video of the hallway shows Whitney and her fiance�
coming in here eighteen hours after she disappeared.

Guess her fiance� forgot to tell us that part.

You recognize that?
That's the Qwik-Lok mini storage.

You said you didn't see her after she left.

You're a liar, Chris. You sat
there and you flat-out lied to me.

I swear I don't know where she is.

Well, you did the other day.

When she took off from the party,
I didn't know where she went, honestly.

- Define "honestly".
- I mean it.

She came back and she told me she ran because
this guy Vohland threatened her on the phone.

She told me about the fraud.
She told me about the investment company.

She told me that Whitney Ridder isn't
her real name. She told me all of it.

So, in that moment of crystal clear thinking,
you decided to aid a fugitive.

That makes you an accessory to a crime,
Chris. You understand that?

She-she...

told me that she loved me, and that

all she wanted was to be with me.
The girl was in trouble.

I don't know what to do.

How could you do this to me?

I am so sorry. If I could take it back, I would.

You've been lying to me since the moment we met.

But I'm telling you the truth now.

Look at me.
Please look me in the eyes.

I swear to you I am telling you everything.

All right, what we're going to do, we're going to go to the
police, and you're going to tell them the whole story.

What I do is illegal.
I'll go to jail.

What do you want me to do?!

Okay, I think I know a way out of this.

I know a way that I could stop running and
that we can be together, but you got to forgive me.

Please. I'm so sorry.

I swear.

I'll never lie to you again.

There was a moment there when I thought, "that's it.

I'm finished with her."
"It's over, and I will never love again."

But then I saw something in her eyes,
something... real.

And it made me love her even more.

Did she tell you that she was banging
big bad Vohland in Palm Springs?

As a matter of fact, she did.
She also told me it was over.

And you believed her?

Yes, I did.

What are you suggesting?

I'm suggesting that perhaps you weren't
quite as forgiving as you initially indicated.

No. I helped her.

Really? How?

I gave her money.

What, to pay off Vohland?

Yes!

So, that six hundred grand that you took
out of your brokerage account yesterday,

that was the payoff?

She told me that we had to get by
this guy if she wanted a fresh start.

Otherwise, he was just going
to track her down again.

So, why didn't you use her money?
I mean, she had plenty left.

Because we figured it would draw too much attention
if she went and tried to get it herself.

We" or "she"?
Was that her idea?

We were going to leave town after she paid him.

Where was the payoff?

In Saratoga, somewhere near the track up there.

You go with her?

I wanted to drive, but she, she insisted
that she go on her own.

On her own.

Yes, she said that this guy Vohland would freak out
if somebody else showed up with her.

You know, Chris, I love a happy ending
just as much as the next guy

and I'm sure that that look in
her eye was quite something,

but did it ever occur to you that
she and Vohland were setting you up for a scam?

She wouldn't do that.

Really?

Wherever she is right now...
she's in trouble.

Christopher, you got punked.
Call your lawyer. You're not going anywhere.

We have to polygraph this guy.

No kidding. We got to contact the Saratoga PD,
run Whitney's aliases in the area.

And see if his story checks out.

I'm on it.

Yeah, we missed Lucas Vohland.

Neighbor reported him loading a
suitcase in his car right after we left.

Any idea where he might have gone?

No, I wish. But we'll go ahead
and fax you Vohland's old aliases.

See if we can't track him down.

How's Sam?

She could use a few driving lessons, but, uh,

other than that,
she's all right.

The sunshine treats her well.

Keep me posted.

All right, will do.

Okay. Okay, thanks.
What have you got?

I found out where Whitney grew up.

A small town in Ohio named Nassau.

Check out our Whitney Ridder,
real name Sheryl McGee.

Activities include travel club, french club,
president of the drama club for four years.

Good training, huh?

Yeah. She didn't just change her name.
She was trying to change her life.

Speaking from experience? Danny... "Taylor"?

What about it?

So, why?

I guess I just wanted a fresh start.

Did it work?

Sometimes.

So, are you going to tell me?

Yeah. Okay, we're on our way.

That was Jack. Lucas Vohland's alias
just popped up at the Madison Regency.

Freeze! FBI!

Drop the bag and put your hands up.

Good boy! Now up against
the wall. Let's go!

12:30 flight to the Cayman Islands.

What's your hurry?

$600,000 in your bag.

Exactly the amount Whitney Ridder's
boyfriend gave her to pay you off.

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

Let's start with, um,

felony possession of a firearm,

failure to notify your parole officer
that you were leaving the Country,

and that's just in the
last twelve hours.

What do you want from me?

I want you to cut the crap and
start answering some questions.

The money is mine.

What was the trip out of the country about?
Work on your tan?

I was making a quick trip to the Caymans to
make an investment, and I was coming right back.

You are aware that it is illegal to transport
that amount of money out of the country?

Charge me.

Look, I don't care about the money.

I don't care about
the parole violations.

All I care about are the
whereabouts of Whitney Ridder.

Now, the only reason I can think of that
you're not telling me is because you killed her.

I'd like to see my lawyer now.

My guess is he didn't kill her.

Well, he's got the motive,
the opportunity and the money.

Well, if it's about the money,
then he got he wanted.

So, she's on her way back right now to become
Mrs. Christopher Mayes and start her new life?

Yeah.

I'd hold off buying a wedding present.

No. I got to go.

Whitney's alias just popped up at
a hotel in Saratoga.

Let's go.

You can go in.

I can't believe it.
I-I saw her alive just last night.

Bellman.

Yeah?

Someone called and wanted their bags taken down?

No, not here.

- Look...
- We didn't call, okay?

Is this the man?

Yeah, that's him.

Would you come with me, please?

Hold on a sec. Do you know exactly
what room that call came from?

No. I mean, I-I checked a few others,
but nobody needed me.

Nobody called back, either.

All right, thanks.

Mm. Right this way.

I did not kill that girl.

Oh, I'd like to believe you, Lucas,
but right now, you're screwed.

We have a witness placing you
in the room with her.

Your fingerprints are all over
the place, and you got her money.

I give a rat's ass what you have.

I met her kiting checks at an A&P.

I taught her everything she knows.

We used to be an item.
Why would I want to kill her?

You tell me.

Look, I admit I wanted my money back,
but that was it.

Hi, babe.

Hi, Lucas.

What's going on?

You want your money?

Always.

And then what happened?

We got down to business. She showed me the money.
I started counting.

That's when she told me
that she wanted out.

Sign this.

Hey, Jack.

Hey. Martin get any more out of Vohland?

He's still down there with him now.
He's pushing for a motive. He's thinking jealousy.

What do you think?

I'm not buying it.
I mean, the guy's a career grifter.

Why the hell would he kill her?

Well, we'll get the forensics report in the morning.
We'll know more then. Get some sleep, huh?

Good night, Jack.

I have the phone records from
that call to the Bellman's desk.

Thank you.

I was taking care of a few last-minute things.

I'm sorry we haven't gotten you
your money back yet.

It's being processed as evidence,
but you should have it shortly.

No rush.
Would you like a drink?

No.

What time's your flight?

I'm on the red-eye.

I won't take up too much of your time.
Where are you going?

Uh, Amsterdam. I figured it'd be best to
get out of town for a while, clear my head.

Look, I don't know if this'll help you or not,

but things don't look too good
for Lucas Vohland right now.

I heard.

We have a witness who saw him and
Whitney in the hotel room together.

Lucky for us.
Or lucky for you.

Excuse me?

I think you killed her, Chris.

And I think you framed Lucas Vohland for it.

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

Yes, you do.

She went missing from your party three days ago.

And then she came to see you, right?

And she confessed all
her sins to you.

She told you about her made-up past,
the lies, the cons.

She apologized for everything.

You've been lying to me since the moment we met.

No, but I'm telling you the truth now.

Look at me. Please
look me in the eyes.

I swear to you I am telling you everything.

Yes. That is exactly what happened.

And you still felt betrayed.

No.

You thought that she was the one.
You trusted her.

You thought she was different
from all the others.

And the whole time, she was scamming you.
And that broke your heart.

I forgave her.

No, no, no, no, no.
You tried to forgive her,

and then she suggested that
the two of you run away together,

and you went along with the
plan because you loved her.

But you couldn't handle the lies,
the manipulation, the con,

the tricks, the games, the stories.

Am I right?

So you followed her to Saratoga,
only she wasn't meeting him at the track.

She was meeting him in a hotel room.

Hi, babe.

Hi, Lucas.

How ya doing?

You want your money?

Always.

And that's exactly when you knew
what you had to do to make her pay.

And the best part about it is,
that you had the perfect person to frame.

Oh. This is so creative,
but you don't have any proof.

Not yet, but I tracked down
that call to the Bellman,

and it turns out that it was placed from a pay phone
at a bar across the street from the hotel.

So I asked myself,
who calls a Bellman from a pay phone?

Pretty smart.

And you needed a witness to see
the two of them together.

Now, Christopher, I may find your
prints on that phone, I may not.

But either way, I'm going to
canvas every inch of that area,

and you know what the good thing
about small towns is?

The people there, they never forget strangers.

I have a feeling somebody
there is going to remember you.

You killed her.

You waited for Vohland to leave the room,

and you went in there,
and you made her pay for betraying you.

You want to know what the real tragedy is?

You didn't have to do it.

You didn't know what was going on
in that room.

She showed me the money.
I started counting.

That's when she told she wanted out
on account of she was marrying this guy.

So you're getting married, huh?

I didn't think you were the type.

You don't know this guy.
He's really sweet.

Really sweet and really rich,
I'll bet.

It's not about that.

It's always about that.

No. Not this time.

I don't know.
It's different with him.

I don't have to pretend anymore.

- I almost believe you.
- Well, you should.

Because it's over, and I'm out.

You can't prove any of this.

I will.

And you will go to jail.

You blew it.

She loved you.

She really did.

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