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In New York City's war on crime

the worst criminal offenders are pursued

by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

Who does she think this is going to fool?

It's ridiculous!

Maybe... but it contains

all the necessary elements of a valid codicil.

It's not even his signature.

I swear, Oliver, I am going to...

Jack!

Come.

How long now?

Not long.

Jack...

the President's on the phone.

WOMAN: Get the girls ready for bed.

I'll be in later.

Am I too late?

No, Eloise, you're always just in time.

Oliver showed me your so-called codicil.

Everything's clear, then.

The only thing clear is how low you've sunk.

It's okay, Daddy.

(raspy breathing)

I'm here.

I've taken care of everything.

We're going to be together again.

(breathing stops)

(monitor emits steady tone)

Daddy?

What the hell's going on here?!

Where is my father?

Your attorney can explain everything.

My condolences.

The Durning name is synonymous with singularity of vision

through three generations.

From my grandfather to my father to me.

There are some in our family

that would like to split the Durning Foundation

into so many little fingers,

but it is only as one that we remain

a force for good.

(phone ringing)

Just a minute.

Yes.

When?

We'll get on it.

I'm telling you all now, that when the time comes,

control of the Durning Foundation

will pass to one man--

to my son Nicholas.

Oh, I hope I haven't kept you waiting long.

Oh, hi.

No, I just got here myself.

I'm just going to run to the ladies' room, okay?

Hey, what are you doing?

(yells)

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EAMES: Her friend said a woman

followed her in here.

No description, just a brown leather coat.

Well, it's a, uh...

a single cut along the femoral artery.

It's very precise, no hesitation marks.

A pro.

Her friend said that there was a purse.

It's not here.

She has soap on her hands.

She...

she'd already come out of the stall.

She was washing up.

The "brown leather coat"...

was after her purse.

She followed her in the bathroom.

Ms. Kittridge went into the stall.

She hung her purse

on the hook here.

Leather Coat would have would have just been able

to reach over and grab it.

No, I think Ms. Kittridge probably just...

put it on the floor.

No, she hung it up.

Right. A girl thing.

So the purse is on the hook...

within easy reach.

But Leather Coat waited

for her to leave the stall.

This wasn't a robbery gone bad.

It was a murder gone good.

I called everyone on her emergency list.

Her ex-husband's taking the first flight out tomorrow

from Minneapolis.

Who else is on the list?

Her lawyer, Mr. Broome...

a couple of friends.

She having any problems with anybody?

Maybe legal problems?

No. Nothing like that.

Because she has an entry in here

for tomorrow afternoon.

"31 Chambers, Part Eight."

It's some kind of court hearing.

31 Chambers is Surrogate's Court.

(phone ringing)

Her father's only been dead for three days.

It's too soon to contest the will.

Eames.

Tell them not to move anything.

We'll be right there.

And call the DA.

You won't believe this.

BROOME: This restraining order bars an autopsy

and entitles me to take custody

of Ms. Kittridge's body immediately.

What did the DA say?

To give the man what he wants.

BROOME: The remains aren't being destroyed.

If a judge later rescinds the order,

the body will be available for inspection.

Where are they taking the body, exactly?

I am not at liberty to say.

GOREN: Sorry.

Let me give you a hand.

Hope you guys are getting double-time

for hauling this corpse around

in the middle of the night.

Triple-time.

Good for you.

What do you got in there, dry ice?

Must be taking her on a hell of a road trip, huh?

Just to JFK.

And they got a private jet waiting.

A private jet? Yeah.

Man, even dead these people go first-class, huh?

Yep.

All right, thanks.

GOREN: Three private flights left

between 3:00 and 5:00 this morning.

One for Mexico City, one for Seattle

and one for Scottsdale, Arizona.

Now I'm betting that Ms. Kittridge was on the one

to Scottsdale.

For the dry heat?

No, for the freezing cold.

Cryogenics.

Scottsdale is the home

of the largest storage facility in the world.

It's why they packed her in dry ice.

It's why her lawyer got a court order

to prevent her autopsy.

So she'll have all her fingers and toes

when George Jetson defrosts her in the future.

Maybe, by then, we'll be able

to tell her who killed her.

Or who had her killed.

That hearing in Surrogate's Court

this afternoon?

It'sKittridge v. Kittridge.

I can think of two Kittridges who won't be there.

Who does that leave?

My father told me of his wish to be interred at Arlington.

We discussed the kind of ceremony,

who would attend.

Your Honor, the Senator's wish

was that he be placed in suspended animation

so that he could be reunited with his daughter

at some point in the future.

He never even mentioned cryogenics to me.

Even the Senator's will stated

that he wanted to be interred at Arlington.

BROOME: Your Honor, that will was superseded

by the codicil Ms. Kittridge presented to the Court.

Much as I loved my sister,

it is clear that she was exploiting my father's frailty.

BROOME: He wasn't at the signing.

My client was.

Since she's not here to authenticate it,

I must rely on the will of record.

Therefore I order

that Randolph Kittridge's body is to be disposed of

as stipulated in the will,

and that it be released into custody

to his son Jack Kittridge

for that purpose.

We are adjourned.

(gavel pounds)

Thank you.

Mr. Kittridge, I'm Detective Eames,

this is Detective Goren.

We're investigating your sister's murder.

Oh, yes, I got your messages.

It's okay.

I appreciate everything that you're doing.

You mind telling us

what just went on in here?

We just settled

a minor dispute

over the disposal of my father's remains.

Your sister's going to have a rude awakening.

She's expecting your father to be there

waiting for her when she gets brought back to life.

(dry chuckle)

Eloise and I had different views

about what was appropriate.

You mean like dipping

your old man in a vat of liquid nitrogen?

That probably wouldn't be appropriate.

Especially if you're running a senate campaign.

I guess people might think

that you're from a family of...

fruitcakes.

Well, it never came to that.

It could have.

Eloise had the codicil.

If she were here, she could've authenticated it.

Oh, but she's not, is she?

I hope that you find the people who killed my sister.

Anything I can do, let me know.

Good luck.

Those are the originals.

There are no copies.

Your people are clear on my terms?

Crystal.

Let me ask you--

the other material...

you never told me why you want it.

No, we didn't.

Please accept my condolences on the death of your sister.

EAMES: The storage facility said

the sister made arrangements a year ago

to have herself and her dad frozen.

But Jack Kittridge

didn't start litigating to stop her

until last month.

If you're worried about bad publicity,

what could be worse than a court fight with your sister

over our old man's corpse.

GOREN: Well, he might have something else

to worry about besides publicity.

The will said his father wanted to be interred.

I just talked to Arlington.

Jack arranged for his father to be interred, all right,

but not in the cemetery, in the crypt.

The crypt.

He's having him cremated.

He had, as of an hour ago.

Nothing like a 2,000-degree fire

to destroy evidence.

Randolph died of lymphoma.

He fought the cancer for three years.

We thought he'd beat it.

Then I found a malignant polyp in his colon.

Was he candidate for a bone marrow transplant?

Oh, yes, we were looking for a donor.

The kids weren't a match?

Well, Eloise wasn't.

Jack was never tested.

Afraid of needles?

I have no idea.

He did make several appointments, though.

But he was always too busy

because of the needles.

Thank you, Doctor.

Well, that leaves the other option.

He was always too busy to get tested

because he might not really be a Kittridge.

I hear skeletons in the family closet.

EAMES: You were assigned to protect the senator

back around the time his son was born?

Around then, yes.

The Senator, he campaigned for LBJ's Civil Rights Act,

and there were death threats against him and his family.

Mr. Monahan, this is from the senator's archives.

The Secret Service agent at the door here

holding it for the Senator's wife

and little Eloise--

is that you?

Looks like it.

So they were your primary assignment

when the senator would go away to Washington?

Yes.

Mrs. K stayed up in Bedford with Eloise.

She have any friends?

Any special friends who visited her up there in Bedford?

Special friends

she didn't want her husband to know about?

Mrs. K loved the Senator very much.

Sure.

But, you see, she was up there in Bedford

all alone for weeks at a time.

And then her son was conceived.

I'm not getting into gossip.

You were reassigned

just before Jack was born.

Yeah, I was bored.

I wanted to be in DC, where the action was.

A different kind of action.

Mr. Monahan...

this old picture isn't a very good likeness of you.

Now that I see you in person...

Your chin.

Jack.

Jack has your chin.

I've got to get to the store.

Mr. Monahan,

we think Jack was afraid somebody might find out

the senator wasn't his biological father.

That's why he had him cremated.

No one knew.

Not even the senator.

No one.

Has your car been broken into recently?

'Cause this tint here is less faded than the other glass.

Has this glass been replaced recently?

About a month ago,

some neighborhood punks, they smashed the window.

What did they steal?

Nothing really.

The change in the ashtray.

I see you have lip balm there.

Yeah.

Yeah. They take that, too?

Well, the one I had in there was missing,

but I doubt that they stole it.

A used stick of lip balm?

Well, if it wasn't used, there'd be no point in stealing it.

Every time you put lip balm on your lips

you leave dry skin cells on the stick.

It's what they were after, getting Monahan's DNA

to show that he was Jack's biological father.

Jack got wind his secret's out

so he had the senator's remains cremated.

But, by then, it's too late.

The proof's already out there.

Two weeks after Monahan's car got broken into,

Jack filed suit to keep Eloise

from freezing her father.

They used the DNA to blackmail Jack into filing a suit.

Somebody didn't want that body preserved.

Or... they wanted something from the body.

Something a... a reanimated Senator Kittridge

couldn't live without--

you know, a hundred years from now.

WOMAN: They brought Mr. Kittridge here right after he died,

and we cooled him down to five degrees Celsius.

They wanted him shipped to a cryogenic facility,

but there was a legal hang-up

and we ended up sending him to a crematorium.

After you prepared him for cremation?

Not me. The family brought in

their own pathologist.

Out of concern for Mr. Kittridge's dignity--

which I totally get.

GOREN: Do you remember what the instruments looked like

that the pathologist used?

I saw him set up.

He had scalpels and retractors

and a few instruments I'm not familiar with.

Well, you'd remember what they looked like.

You could sketch them.

We can work over here.

Put it on the plane to Geneva.

The lab will be up and running by tomorrow morning.

Sorry for the interruption.

Oh, your son was just telling us

about your vaccine program in Africa.

That was all Nick's idea.

So, have you decided what you're doing today?

Yes. I'm going to take my parents up to Connecticut

for the night, show them the house.

My grandfather

used to take me fishing up there

to a little lake just outside of... outside...

outside...

Litchfield.

Katie says there's a room

that would be perfect for a nursery.

Fantastic.

Nick and Katie...

your engagement has made an old man happy.

Extremely happy.

Welcome to the family...

all of you.

Uh...

Stryker saw.

And a bone mallet.

This one is...

a malleable retractor.

All this to remove a penile implant?

Imagine what it took to put it in.

They weren't removing an implant.

"Using a Stryker saw to cut through the calva..."

That's the top half of the skull...

"The skullcap can be pried loose

"by twisting a T-shaped chisel along the saw cut

and tapping it gently with a bone mallet."

They cut open his skull?

"If the dura membrane is tightly adhered,

a malleable retractor will separate it from the brain."

There's nothing in Kittridge's file

about any neurological disorders.

Nothing that would make his brain worth studying.

A politician's brain?

Maybe they wanted to see

how he talked out of both sides of his mouth.

Was there anything unique about brain cell DNA?

Nah.

It's all the same DNA from head to toe.

They could have used hair or blood.

But they didn't.

Something has to be remarkable about that brain.

Enough to interest someone with the will

and the resources to blackmail Jack Kittridge

and kill his sister.

It's got to be for research.

They need a university-grade lab

at the very least.

GOREN: The senator's doctor

removed a polyp from his colon.

They did a biopsy. Do you...?

Yeah.

Six months ago, at the York Institute.

Senator Kittridge's polyp was used in a study

on the genetics of neurological disorders.

His medical file doesn't mention

he had a neurological disorder.

He didn't.

The study collected tissue from all their patients,

to look for chromosomal anomalies known to cause

a whole host of disorders.

Any anomalies on Senator Kittridge?

I'm afraid that's confidential.

Well, we'll just read the published paper.

There was no paper.

The study was terminated.

The funding ran out.

EAMES: We'll guess-- the funding "ran out"

when somebody pulled the plug.

Maybe because of some negligence by the hospital?

There was nothing we could have done to protect ourselves.

EAMES: Against what?

Three months ago, someone hacked into our computer

and retrieved personal data on the tissue donors.

Matching names and tissue samples.

Yes.

After the security breach,

the Durning Foundation pulled out.

They funded the study?

Yes.

They threatened to sue.

They even sent their own people here

to destroy the data we'd collected.

Spencer Durning himself

called me.

I was shocked.

MAN: We fund over 800 projects a year.

There are equally deserving programs

that are more competently run.

Senator Kittridge would be disappointed

his polyp didn't get to save mankind

from some terrible disease.

It was part of the study, did you know that?

No, I didn't.

How would I?

GOREN: You wouldn't. It was just a...

well, you know, funny-funny coincidence.

Your foundation prepared a report

on cryogenics for the senator's son.

It was Exhibit "L"

in his suit against his sister.

The Foundation had studies on the subject.

Jack Kittridge's lawyer approached us for help.

Randolph Kittridge was a great American.

He deserves better than to spend eternity

hanging by his ankles in a tub of nitrogen.

Oh, come on.

It's an act of love by his daughter.

(pulls chair back)

I mean, wh-what if your...

your son, uh...

uh...

uh, your son...?

Yes. Nicholas.

What if your son Nicholas...

preserved your body for the day where they came up with a cure

for... you know, whatever killed you?

Cryogenics is pie-in-the-sky science.

My son knows better.

I mean, you'd be worth bringing back.

I don't plan on dying.

Maybe it would've been a...

the greater act of love to donate

the senator's body to science.

EAMES: Especially if there was something unique about him.

Something that came out

during the research at the York Institute.

Is that why you helped Jack Kittridge?

MAN: Mr. Durning

already answered that question.

You said that... the senator was a great American.

(sighs)

You can't-can't... really believe that.

I mean, for a minute, can you?

I mean, don't get me started

on politics.

It's just...

I mean, you know, his marriage was, uh...

the great American joke.

He cheated on his wife, his wife cheated on...

I meant his public life.

His service to the country.

He wimped out on the country.

He ran for the presidency in '76,

dropped out before the first primary.

I mean, there were rumors of drugs and...

(chuckling): That was ridiculous.

No, no, I-I saw it on TV.

He started crying

right in the middle of one of his press conferences.

The guy couldn't get through one speech

without losing his place.

He always forgot facts.

I mean, it's like the guy didn't, you know,

know where he was...

...you know, half the time.

As I remember, he was suffering from exhaustion

and he needed a rest.

We faced an unrelenting barrage of-of slurs.

My wife, Maureen, and my children,

Eloise and Jack, don't deserve this.

(sobbing)

It's not worth it.

So I am withdrawing my name as a candidate

for the presidency of the United States.

Here's another one

from theBoston Herald in January, '76.

"Kittridge wandered off the stage

"in the middle of a fund-raiser.

His wife said he had the flu."

Must've been some flu.

Senator, do you support the Supreme Court's ruling

inRoe v. Wade?

MAUREEN (quietly): If elected, I will uphold the law of the land.

If elected, I will uphold the law of the land.

It's been a long day.

Our children are waiting for us. Thank you.

DEAKINS: I remember this puppet show.

Everybody thought he was stoned.

Well, his eyes aren't glassy,

his speech isn't slurred.

But he is completely disoriented.

There's nothing in his record, not even a DUI.

And no hint of a substance abuse problem in his files

or of a nervous breakdown.

Kittridge had unprovoked

mood swings.

He had memory losses, he neglected his appearance.

His lapses, they took place late in the day.

They-they got worse

over a period of months.

You're describing my old man.

Except he has Alzheimer's.

Well, maybe Kittridge did, too, in '76.

But he was only what, 40? 42?

Forty-three.

There's a rare form of the disease.

It's called Early-Onset Alzheimer's.

It's genetically transmitted.

Strikes people in their 30s and 40s.

Except, a year later,

Kittridge went back to the Senate

and he was sharp as a tack until he resigned eight years ago.

As far as I know, there's no... cure for Alzheimer's.

Mmm, there isn't.

Somehow... Kittridge recovered.

And that would make him some kind of medical miracle.

And his brain worth studying.

Well, it would account for all the bad behavior--

if-if someone desperate enough

thought that it held a key to a cure.

MAN: I'm sorry for interrupting

but he keeps trying to run outside.

He says he's late for school.

His afternoon pills are still here.

He forgot to take them.

"He forgot"?

That's what he does-- he forgets.

It's you job to remember.

Come on.

Let's go to bed.

But I'm going to miss the bus.

I'm going to be late for school.

No, it's not time to go to school, Nicky.

It's time for good little boys to be in bed.

Now we're going to take our vitamins.

Take a big gulp.

That's my boy.

(sets glass on table)

Everything's going to be fine, Nicky.

Everything's going to be fine.

Alzheimer's?

But... he held office.

He chaired committees.

He recovered.

Against all odds.

Against conventional medical wisdom.

CARVER: Certain people found out.

For their own reasons,

they wanted to study your father's brain.

So they blackmailed you to get access to his remains.

That's absurd.

Blackmail about what?

We know about your... mother's indiscretion.

GOREN: Who got to you, Jack?

Spencer Durning?

He's ruthless enough to kill

to get what he wants.

Your sister.

They didn't tell you?

You want to see what a neat surgical job they did on her?

Don't even consider stonewalling

to save your campaign.

We have enough to indict.

This is just a courtesy.

It's a complete fabrication.

There isn't a grain of truth to these allegations.

Consider your bluff called.

Maybe it's you who's wrong about Mr. Durning.

Wh-why would a man like him use such desperate measures

to steal an organ?

Because he is desperate.

To save his only child, his son, Nicholas.

He is the right age for the onset of the disease.

CARVER: Then why all the secrecy?

They don't want anyone

to find out.

For the last four years, he's been fighting with relatives

to keep them from carving up the family foundation.

He's been able to fend them off

by naming his son as the sole successor.

Which wouldn't do him any good

if everybody found out his heir apparent had Alzheimer's.

He can't hide it for long.

Maybe he won't have to.

Nicholas had a shipmate.

WOMAN: Nick didn't tell me

he gave his dad that photo.

It was taken last summer off Block Island.

On your brother's boat?

That's how we found you.

Don't worry, your brother didn't tell us

that you and Nick were engaged.

We found that out on our... on our own.

Why else would his... his dad keep your picture on his desk?

Maybe I should call Mr. Durning.

Must be intimidating marrying into

a rich family with all the...

all the rules and secrecy.

Is Nick in trouble?

Would you be surprised if he was?

Nick's a very honest person.

Well, you wouldn't marry him if he weren't.

Or have kids with him.

You... do plan on having kids with him, right?

We both want children.

Oh, that's great.

And you live in different cities.

How's that working out for you?

Nick flies me to New York every week or so,

to spend the day.

You mean in-in the... in the daytime?

What are you doing in the evenings?

Nick gets very tired in the evening.

He has a... a medical condition.

Cerebral aneurysm.

It's not life-threatening.

Is that what he told you, he had an aneurysm?

Yes.

He'll probably have surgery after the wedding.

EAMES: The M.E. said if he had an aneurysm,

he'd have headaches, dizziness,

not just fatigue.

GOREN: That's why he doesn't see her

in the evenings.

Because in the early stages of Alzheimer's,

that's when the symptoms appear.

He-he lied to her.

Or he did tell her he has Alzheimer's

and she's keeping the secret.

The disease is inherited.

Nick could pass it to their kids.

I can't imagine any woman having children

under those circumstances.

So Spencer Durning and his son

are deceiving this poor woman

just to produce an heir?

A spare.

If they can't find a cure for Nicholas,

Durning will use this grandchild

to retain the control over the foundation.

CARVER: That would be detestable.

And so far, unprovable.

Will a show-and-tell help?

It's our turn to call a bluff.

NICHOLAS: If I haven't committed any crime,

why am I under arrest?

You'll have to ask the D.A.

He's the one who got the material witness warrant.

I'm a witness? To what?

Ask the D.A.

He just wants to make sure you show up to testify.

Once you post bail, you can go home.

When do I see a judge?

Sometime tonight.

Wheels of justice...

This is incredible.

Can I at least make a phone call?

Your dad's already been contacted.

We can contact your fiancée.

If you want us to.

Tell her that you're okay.

You know, just give us her number.

You already have the number.

She told me you went to Providence to talk to her.

You're not worried?

(latch clicking)

Given your condition?

Your aneurysm-- Katie told us

that you got tired and... the judge will ask you questions.

You'll have to answer them.

Yeah, so I'll answer them.

Look, I won't be at my best, but... so what?

So they know I have an aneurysm.

The-the doctors that diagnosed you,

they work for the Durning Foundation?

Yes.

Anyway, I take medication.

I have it with me.

It's in my briefcase.

There's no problem.

If he has Alzheimer's,

the symptoms will show up

by the time he appears at the hearing.

If he's worried about people finding out, he doesn't look it.

Maybe because he has an aneurysm.

DURNING: Where's my son?

I want to see him now.

Let me handle it, Spencer.

Then handle it. Get him out.

I want to see this material witness order.

If you want to challenge it, you can file a writ.

I want my son home

within the hour.

That's not going to happen, Mr. Durning.

But for sure by this evening... at the earliest.

What the hell

are you waiting for? File the damn writ.

I am not leaving without my son.

Why don't we wait in my office, Mr. Durning?

Now that's a man who's worried and looks it.

EAMES: Mm.

Um...

let's get Nick into interrogation.

Where is he?

Why do you have him in there?

EAMES: Where we had him was noisy and busy.

This is more quiet, less stressful.

Wouldn't want him to get stressed out

on account of his aneurysm.

He told us all about it.

You know you can't talk to him without his lawyer.

CARVER: On the contrary.

He's a witness, not a suspect.

Nick is looking a little peaked.

I-I got him something to eat.

That'll perk him up.

Oh... and the meds.

One or the other will do the trick.

I have to talk to my son.

I insist on talking to him.

I can't allow that.

But you-you can listen in.

GOREN (over speaker): How you holding up?

I'm a little tired, but I'll be okay.

I brought your pills.

Only you can't... can't take them yet.

There's a protocol that we have to follow...

just so that we know that

they're exactly what you say that they are.

I'll just look it up.

You wouldn't believe the things

that people try and pull on us.

Dexamethasone.

Yeah, it's an anti-inflammatory.

Right. "Dexamethasone--

"anti-inflammatory...

for the treatment of cerebral aneurysm."

Well, what's wrong?

Um, well, you can see in the book here that...

that it shows...

has pictures of exactly what the-the pill is.

But your pill doesn't look anything like the one

in the book.

You can see that the one in the book is blue

and yours is... yellow.

Yes. I-I don't understand.

Well, that's two of us.

Who fills your prescriptions?

I get them through my doctor's office.

The doctors who work for your father's foundation?

Yes.

I'll be right back.

You just keep looking through the book.

How long do you think it's going to take him

to find out that the pills your doctors are giving him

aren't for an aneurysm?

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

If anything happens to my son

because you denied him his medications...

GOREN: I think he...

just found one.

I've got to get in there.

I have to talk to him.

Dad.

Nick.

You're going to be all right.

Tom's working to get you out.

You'll be home soon, you can rest.

Never mind what they say.

You can take your medications.

No, but there's something wrong with it.

There's-there's... there's a mix-up.

We'll sort that out later.

Did you find that pill in there?

Uh, yes. It's Lorazepam.

It's an anti-anxiety drug.

Are you sure?

Why would they prescribe that?

Maybe you should look up those other pills.

No, this is a waste of time.

Now just give me the book.

Dad, Dad, why are you being like this?

I think he has a right to know

what drugs he's taking.

Here, the Dexamethasone.

Nick, these people are not your friends.

I can see why you picked him as your successor.

What?

His spirit.

He knows his own mind.

If not him, then one of those grandkids

you're dying to get your hands on.

GOREN: Did you find something, Nick?

Uh, well, this, uh, well, this can't be right.

What does it say?

Uh...

it's a drug called Donezepil.

It's... it's for people with Alzheimer's.

I'm sure it has many other uses.

No, it just says...

it just says Alzheimer's.

DURNING: This is idiotic.

Why-why don't we wait

until we can consult with the doctors, hmm?

No, it makes sense.

They prescribe anti-anxiety pills

to people with Alzheimer's.

Why are they giving me these drugs?

Maybe you should tell him.

I have Alzheimer's?

EAMES: A rare form

called Early-Onset Alzheimer's.

How long have you known?

GOREN: I'd say six to eight months.

He's been keeping it under wraps so no one will know that

the future of the Durning Foundation

was in the hands of, what...

someone whose mind is slowly slipping away?

I had a right to know.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you...

tell me?

Because then he wouldn't get

the grandkids that he's counting on

taking your place.

You see, Nick, your disease, it's inherited,

and you, you have a conscience.

You wouldn't want to play Russian roulette

with the future of your kids.

But your father?

He would.

He'd sacrifice them,

your fianceé, you,

on the altar of his grandiosity.

That's a lie.

There's hope, Nick.

There are precedents.

I'm moving heaven and earth

to find a treatment.

We're a year or two, maybe even months away.

GOREN: He's right, he's right

about that one thing, there is a precedent.

Senator Randolph Kittridge, he got Alzheimer's

when he was 42 and he beat it.

Went on to have a brilliant career.

But it was a fluke.

No...

It was an aberration with no scientific value.

No, we can learn from that case!

He's already written you off.

Go to hell!

Listen to me, Nick.

My team is on the verge

of isolating the mechanism

in his brain that produced high levels

of the APO E2 protein.

That's the key.

You found high levels of E2 in Kittridge's brain?

Yes! Yes!

I guess all that blackmail

and murder is paying off after all.

Kittridge's daughter had other plans for her father's brain...

so your dad had her killed.

Don't you dare look at me like that.

You know where you got that disease, those weak genes?

From your mother!

I had to fix what she did to you!

And if I did anything wrong, damn it,

I did it for you, for your future!

GOREN: His future?! Your future!

You don't plan on dying, remember?

You want to be immortal.

You've got to be immortal.

And not in a-a tub of nitrogen.

No, your vessel to eternity

is the Durning Foundation.

To carry your legacy burning bright through the centuries.

No, it's not enough for you to be humanitarian of the year.

You've got to be humanitarian of the millennium.

Shame on you.

Humanitarian....

to everything and everyone...

except your son.

Your son's tragedy.

Because, Spence...

however much you may like humanity...

it's people that you can't stand.

EAMES: Spencer Durning, you're under arrest for murder.

(handcuffs click)

Worst thing that could happen to a man

that wants to be remembered?

What's that?

In a year or two,

his own son won't know who he is.