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Do not move or I will fire.

Put your arms straight up, shoulder
height.

Spread your fingers.

I hope you're calling for a peace check,
because I am starving.

Damn it!

I thought you kept your gun in your
refrigerator.

I keep a gun in the refrigerator.

Can I put my arms down now? What are you
doing here?

I wanted to talk to you. So you broke
into my house?

You took my key back, remember?

What about the doorbell?

I didn't want to wake you up.

Oh, right, and breaking glass is better.

I guess they didn't think I went
through.

You're bleeding.

I am?

Oh, I am.

David, what's going on?

David?

David Stent.

Look at this.

It's all Renaissance revival.

And you know this how?

Antiques Roadshow. That console's worth
$100 ,000.

Jeez.

Talk about expendable income.

That's nothing. You know what the
monthly upkeep is on a place like this?

The gardener makes more than I do. The
gardener's Christmas bonus didn't make

you weep. Morning, officers.

What do we have?

We have a dead girl.

Victims are female, Asian, 17.

Joy Lam, student at Montridge Academy.

Some kids found her in the guest house
about 4 a .m., naked, multiple stab

wounds. Any weapon?

Fireplace poker. It's covered in what
appears to be blood.

The prong shape matches in diameter
roughly to the wounds on her chest and

throat. Talked to a Berman kid yet?

Yep. What'd he say?

He said he barely knew the girl and he
did not invite her. Yet she knew how to

get to the guest house. How about Berman
Sr.? You seen him yet? He showed up

about 20 minutes ago. Went off to take a
whiz. Find him.

Keep an eye on him.

There he is.

Who's the suit with Berman and his kid?

I lay even money, that's his lawyer. And
the parade of champions continues.

Isn't that your boss?

That it is.

What's he doing here?

Good question.

For that matter, what are you doing
here?

A friend of mine called me, thought I'd
be interested.

Not as far from the slime line as he
thought.

The slime line?

Look, Bobby, I came here to ask you for
a favor. Yeah, I know you did. You got

that look on your face, man, on a
mission.

Where's your partner?

Day off.

All right. You know someone died around
Berman's house last night? Yeah, I

heard. I need you guys on the tour.

It's high priority.

High priority for who? Oh, the Lambs,
for one.

They lost their only girl, didn't they?

Lambs? Good Lambs. That's Vietnamese.

That's right.

Joy was just accepted to UCLA in a pre
-med scholarship.

She was the first person in her family
ever to get accepted to a college.

I'm here.

Thanks, Bobby.

Yeah, don't thank me yet, because I
don't work solo.

You're going to have to convince my
partner a lot harder than you had to

convince me.

Mrs. Lamb, did your daughter have a
boyfriend?

Joy had no time for that.

They weren't busy with school. They had
no church school.

Which church was that?

It was Lutheran. Lamb, that's
Vietnamese.

That's right.

Did your daughter speak the language?

We speak English in our home.

Our daughter had no reason to learn
Vietnamese.

Thank you.

Sloane, please.

Why don't you sit down?

I need to ask you.

Do you have any idea why your daughter
would have been at that party?

She told us. She was at the library.

I know that's what she told you.

But do you understand how we found her?

She was in a bed, Mrs. Lyme, with her
clothes off, and it looks like she was

there voluntarily.

Enough!

It's very difficult.

Yes, ma 'am, we understand.

Joy wasn't exactly a fashion plate.

Well, she's neat.

Place looks like a museum.

Yeah, we'll go talk to her dad.

All right. I'll check out her computer.

You ever get back there, to Vietnam?

Detective, we've been in this country
for almost 30 years now.

22 of those as American citizens.

We have no reason to go back.

No,

that's all I know.

Detective Smith.

All right, thank you.

You're welcome.

Fill me in. What's going on? Well,
everybody seemed to like the girl. She

doesn't have any enemies on campus.

Thank you very much.

Any luck?

Nobody seems to know much about this
girl.

If they do, they don't want to talk
about it. Yeah, that's what I'm getting.

Me too.

We did, however, find this in her
locker.

Ooh, yike.

La Perla, fall catalog.

Finest Italian silk money can buy.

Oh, I know, I might look like meat and
potatoes, but when it comes to my

it's caviar all the way. Not cheap, huh,
Ray? Oh, this?

Well, this'll cost you about 300 bones.
Ray.

But it's money well spent.

You want to make the wife happy? You
bring her some of those.

Thanks for the tip.

Not that I'm suggesting that the wife
isn't happy.

It doesn't exactly fit in with the rest
of Joy's wardrobe.

No, it doesn't.

I'm thinking maybe she had an after
-school job to help pay for that.

Unless somebody gave it to her as a
gift.

It's from the lab.

They put an arrest on the DNA evidence
as per McNorris' request.

It should be in first thing in the
morning.

Tomorrow morning?

That's what it says.

It's a serious rush.

Norris must be cashing in some real
chips on this one.

Get in the man from the slime line.

I'll say this about the guy.

When he's on fire, I'm glad he's on our
side.

Why don't you tell him that, because
here he comes.

Hey, fellas.

I'm going to freeze your computer here.
I'm going to go online and show you

something.

There you go. Thanks, Chris.

You want to check out the porn sites at
your own office?

That is very funny. I just used that
same joke about a half an hour ago. I

didn't realize how prophetic it was.
Here we go.

Here, look at this. Come here.

Remember how Zach Berman said he barely
knew Joy Lamb?

Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but
that's Zach Berman, and that's Joy Lamb.

I'd say they knew each other pretty
well.

Don't you think?

Detective Smith.

Thank you.

Fill me in.

Well, everybody seems to like this girl.

She doesn't seem to have any enemies on
hand.

You know,

you both had your chance.

Thanks. No problem.

Sorry, ma 'am.

Thanks.

Montridge, huh?

I went to Montridge.

Is that creepy Mr. Doyle still there?

Yeah. All the long, greasy hair on the
dandruff all over his sweater? Yeah.

Well, he doesn't have so much hair
anymore, but the dandruff?

Yeah, totally.

All right.

Man, you'd be like 70 by now.

Emily?

I just read about that girl getting
killed.

Do you guys know her?

Uh, not really.

She wasn't in our group.

Pretty freaky, something like that
happening at a party.

Yeah, well, freaky things happen to
freaky people.

She wasn't a freak. She was just shy.

Not that shy.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

Come on, Emma. We've got to go.

Emily, do you know something about Joy?

I told you I barely knew her.

Look, I'm a reporter, not a cop.

I just want to tell the story.

Oh, Miss Joyce, I'm here to tell me your
side.

I have to go.

Hey.

And anything, girl, is dead.

If you think of anything, will you just
call me?

Do you have email?

Tuesday's the deadline.

Hey!

Can I talk to you?

Call you back.

Um, for someone who's lost interest, you
can't seem to stay away from me very

long. Yeah, well, I can't stop
rubbernecking those three -car pileups

either. Nasty habits die hard. May I?
What, you can't check your email at

Or you just come by my office and show
me some spicy little porn site?

David. Hmm?

I thought you should see this.

Wait, this is a spicy little... Oh, my.

Is that who I think it is? Uh -huh.

How'd you get this?

A student at Montridge emailed it to me.
Apparently, it's been making the

rounds. Why are you showing this jewel
to me?

I thought you'd want a heads up.

Thanks.

I have to call the police on this one,
though.

Don't you want to run it by Fisher
first?

Why Fisher? Because he's your boss, and
Berman was his biggest contributor last

election. Look, I don't answer to
Fisher. I sure as hell don't answer to

I answer to the people of Los Angeles.

What's going on, David?

Oh, what, does that sound too noble?

I don't like Berman.

And I don't like his kid. For starters,
he lied to me. He said he didn't know

who Joy Lamb was. It looks like they
know each other pretty damn well.

And I thought you were going to ask me
to sit on it.

So you never saw Joy at your party? It
was pretty crowded.

Big rager, huh?

No, we were just blowing off steam. You
know how it is.

Senior year's hell. Everyone's freaking
out, trying to get into the right

college. Yeah, well.

I went to Santa Monica City. Not exactly
a grueling admissions process.

At least you're in California.

I'm totally freezing my ass off in New
Haven.

You don't sound too excited.

That way you don't really turn down
Yale.

No? Not after your father donates a
stadium seat screening facility for the

department.

Must be rough.

Why would he do it? Do what?

Kill that girl.

Ray, Zach is not necessarily guilty.
Where? On Planet Crack? You saw the

He knew her.

It's just because he lied about sleeping
with her doesn't make him a killer. Why

would he lie?

He was afraid everyone would find out
about the video. It becomes a big thing,

big deal, and it ruins his chances of
going to Yale. And it pisses off Dad.

Another perfectly good reason to kill
her.

Maybe. You know, the newspapers are
going to have a field day with this one.

Ivy League killer gets 25 to life.

field to detain Verma Jeff for DDA
McNorris. Zach Verma is believed to be

board. Respond code 2 -HI.

Correction. Ivy League killer flees in
daddy's private jet.

Ivy League killer nabbed by hero cop.

I just want you to tell me where you
heard those words.

Did you hear them from a friend?

Did you hear them in a movie?

No. Then where?

Willie, hey.

Why won't you tell me?

Because you'll just get angry. Willie, I
will not get angry.

Hey, I promise.

Just tell me where you heard the words.

You.

Willie, I don't use those words.

Yes, you do, when you're driving.

Hello.

Fearless. No.

Tell him it's my day off.

Didn't my partner tell you it's my day
off?

17 -year -old Joy Lamb was murdered at
Ron Berman's house last night. Do you

know who Ron Berman is? Yeah, movie
producer, political heavy.

Yeah, heavy like a bulldozer.

The murder of Vic and his son went to
school together, though his son claims

doesn't know who she is.

I know he's lying.

Now, look, I hate to bother you on your
family day. I know you have a little

son, right?

Don't do that.

Don't play the standard issue
sympathetic parent card at me, okay? Not

All right, how about the direct
approach?

A novel concept.

Detective, not so long ago, you asked
for my help in bringing down some rich

of a bitch, and I helped you.

Now it's my turn.

What did Berman do?

He wasn't always in the movie business.

About 30 years ago, he worked on a
salmon boat in Alaska in the slime line.

one of those guys who's down in the hold
all day gutting fish.

Now, you might think it's a long way
from the slime line to Hollywood. Turns

it's not when you're a shark.

So what he did is he saved up all of his
money to buy himself his own boat.

Mediocre fisherman, but he found out
that he had this knack for squeezing out

the competition, and do you know how he
did it?

By cutting back on safety.

Berman put out boats that weren't fit
for a bathtub, let alone the Bering

Strait, and he risked the lives of
hundreds of fishermen. He had the

casualty rate in Alaska.

A few years later, he cashes in, sells
his fleet, comes down to Hollywood, and

invests all his money into this crappy
film that just so happens to become a

hit.

The point I'm getting at is this.

Berman may clean himself up all he
wants, but he still smells like the

line to me.

Mrs. Lamb, did Joy use her computer a
lot?

She did her homework on it. I noticed
that she doesn't have an internet icon

her desktop.

Did she go online very much? I know
nothing about computers.

Does she still play baseball?

I noticed the picture.

When Joy was a little girl, all she
wanted was to play baseball.

We told her it was not for girls.

But then...

One day she came home with a flyer for a
girl's leg.

And we let her play.

Of course, when she got to junior high
school, her dad wouldn't allow her to

play anymore.

It would have distracted her from her
studies.

She played first base.

She was very good.

Or so I was told.

Drag her out fearless.

Come on, come on.

No, I'm not. He cheated.

No, she's safe. She's safe.

I know. I was just making sure she
didn't try to steal.

Good call.

You know, if you want to talk about
this, we're trained to help people cope

loss. Is that right?

Mm -hmm.

We only lost because you guys were
better rested.

As soon as you only work three days a
week.

Yeah, well, every shift is 24 hours. Ah,
what do you sleep, about 20 of those?

I know what those gurneys are for.

So any news on that Berman kid yet?
Well, his father's plane touched down in

South America, but nobody's seen him.

I guess if the kid's a murderer, it
makes sense that his dad would do

like this. Yep.

Considering kids do learn it at home.

Yeah, they do.

It's funny you say that.

Why? Well, because my boy Willie just
got in trouble at school for cursing.

Yeah, it seems he picked it up from his
dad in the car.

Don't laugh.

It's not funny.

You're going to have kids of your own
one day.

You'll find out how hard it is. They
pick up everything.

They don't learn from what you teach
them. They learn from what you do.

Well, I'm sure Willie's going to grow up
to be a fine man.

You think so?

Yeah.

What do you think he's learning right
now?

Watch his dad hang out with a beautiful
woman?

That's not his mom.

What did he learn from that?

We're just friends, though.

I know that.

You know that.

He just sees what he sees.

Well, hey, there's one good thing he's
inheriting from you. What's that?

Shaping up to be a good first baseman.

You think so?

Mm -hmm.

Because he's a southpaw like his old
man.

Southpaw.

What's going on? We gotta get you out of
school.

Why? Let's go, Joe.

The police want to talk to you.

Better if they don't.

You gonna tell me what's going on?

Crying out loud.

Just a second.

What?

Well, now is not the best time.

What is it?

Well, he can't back out.

Because I'll nail his head to the wall,
that's why.

What else?

About an hour.

Sorry about that. This isn't the way
home.

We're not going home.

Where are we going?

To the airport.

Hey, Furman! Whoever gave you the heads
up did a great job. I hope you give him

a big tip.

Come on in.

Come here.

Would you like a drink?

No, thanks. I don't drink.

Oh, right. I hope you don't mind if I
have one. This is America.

Speaking of which, how goes the
international search for my son?

It goes.

Oh, hi.

How you doing?

You should stay in your room, Zach.

What if it had been someone else? I saw
who it was from my window.

Well, you should keep your blinds
closed.

You should keep the blinds closed,
right? Look, I just came from the police

department. They got the results back
from the DNA test from the skin under

Joey's fingernails.

I think you know what the report's going
to say, though, don't you, Zach?

Hello?

Hi, Ben. What time is it?

No, no, it's okay. It's right here.

What time is it? Hold on for a sec.

It's Fisher.

Oh.

Hello?

No, you didn't wake us. We had to get
the phone, right?

What?

Yeah, be there in 15 minutes.

What is it?

Some girl got murdered at Ron Berman's
house.

Ron Berman, the movie producer?

Judging by this address, it's not Ron
Berman, the monkey trainer.

Guys, this is Deputy DA David McNors.

David, this is Ron Berman and his
attorney, Carl Willer.

Gentlemen. Hi, how are you? David, I
told you you were my go -to man if

can help out in this situation.

It's you.

Well, considering we're already down
here, anyone care for a glass of wine?

It's a little early.

David? No, thank you. I don't drink.

Well, I'm going to have one. Mr. Berman
told the uniforms he was taking a leak,

so we got about five minutes before they
start wondering where he is.

All right, what's the story?

Joy Lamb was found naked and dead in a
guest house about 40 minutes ago. Any

suspects? No one.

Everyone.

Great. It's corked.

$1 ,500 for the bottle, and it tastes
like fermented bat piss.

Was your son involved?

Excuse me? Was your son involved in any
way?

No, he says he never even knew her.

Yeah, he invited her to the party.

Well, he says he didn't invite her. Then
you believe him.

I didn't teach my son to lie, Mr.

McNorris. Well, of course not, Mr.
Berman. You're in the motion picture

business. There's no lying there.

Well, your pit bull's got a mouth.

You don't want to think about it, Ron.
You want to hear it straight.

Look, what do you want me to do here?

Your job.

Ron wants to do whatever it takes to
ensure the killer is caught and

I'm incredibly civic -minded. And in
order to do that, Ron needs to know

going on at all times. No, no, no. You
want me to handle this, I handle it my

way. No questions.

And you'll follow my lead no matter how
screwed up it may seem. Do you accept

these terms?

What is this, some sort of contract?

Yeah, it is.

Is he for real?

I accept.

Okay, I'll take care of getting it
signed to the best detectives. The best?

Are you kidding?

Gentlemen, what is she walking out now?
David, David, David, come on back. Look,

I said no questions. Not from him. Sure
as hell not from him. Not even from you.

No more questions. This is the only time
I'm ever going to explain something to

you, so listen up. You get the best
detectives because you know what to

and you prepare for it. You get a few
low achievers, you're not sure what

surprises may come. Of course, there
aren't going to be any surprises, right,

Mr. Berman?

Your five minutes are just about up. So,
before you go back upstairs, I want you

to tell me the worst rumor people tell
about you. I don't care if it's true or

false. I just want to know why the
people who hate you, hate you.

No one hates me.

Really? Yeah, really.

Not here, anyway.

Might not have many friends up in
Alaska.

30 years ago, he was in Alaska working
the slime line in the salmon boat. He

one of those guys from the bottom of the
hold, cupping up fish all day.

You might think it's a long way from the
slime line to Hollywood. Turns out it's

not when you're a shark. I don't answer
to Fisher. I sure as hell don't answer

to Berman. I answer to the people of Los
Angeles.

What's going on, David?

Oh, what, does that sound too noble?

Hey, it's your pit bull.

We need to talk. No, all of us.

Same place is fine.

Half an hour? No, I'm thinking like
within the next five minutes. Because in

half an hour, life as your friend knows
it will have ceased to exist.

Well, that video doesn't mean a damn
thing.

I think you're wrong there, Ron. I think
it means your son is lying.

Well, somebody could have been messing
with the images. You've been making

movies way too long. You see, in real
life, there are no special effects.

Like this bottle. You see this?

Excuse me.

What would it take to get you to stay?

You can't count that high.

I can.

What if when I become mayor, you become
DA?

Who says you're going to become mayor?

I do.

You do this, Ronald Stock, your war
chef. How much are you prepared to

How much do you need?

There are countries such as the nation
of British West Indies.

That'll sell citizenships and have no
extra addition to the United States.

Life there wouldn't be bad.

It's still a prison of sorts, but I
guarantee you it would be a whole lot

than the real prison that Zack would be
going to, where he would become a bitch

to some Aryan skinhead named Q -Ball.

How much?

Half a million dollars for the
citizenship.

That, again, degreases the remaining
wheels.

Done. Wow.

Nice to be rich.

How do you know the British West Indies
sell citizenships? You're still here.

You don't say much. I like that.

My father, on occasion, helped people
find new lives.

Tomorrow, you're going to take your son
out of school.

You're going to bring him to the
airport.

Your plane is going to go to Mexico and
then on from there. That's obstruction,

David. Oh, Mr.

Pickian. Besides, it's not, because
Zach's not going to be on the plane.

He's going to be in the trunk of the
car.

You are going to tell the police that
you sent your plane to pick up art that

you purchased, which in fact is what
it's going to do.

Naturally, the police aren't going to
believe that. So while they're scouring

half of Latin America for your son,
he'll still be here while you make

arrangements to send him off to his new
life in the Caribbean.

That's abstract.

Hey, Berman!

Hey! Why don't you give me the heads up?
You did a really great job.

I hope you give him a big fat tip.

Merci beaucoup, Captain.

Yeah. That was the chief of police in
Cayenne.

The guy we thought was Zach Berman turns
out to be an English botanist down

there checking out some butterfly.

Glad you're here.

DNA results for the skin under Joy's
fingernails.

I think you know what that report's
going to say, don't you, Zach?

David, you have to understand.

I mean, all the pressure that Zach's
been under, I mean, to get good grades

college, to study, I mean... For God's
sake, Dad.

I didn't do it.

What? He didn't do it.

I don't understand.

It was someone else's skin.

Who? I don't know. We haven't found it
yet.

But you knew the girl. She was tutoring
me.

She's the reason my SAT scores went up.
But you had sex with her. Yeah.

And what about the video?

We were just fooling around. It was
supposed to be just for us.

Then Rob Maxwell hacked in my computer
and posted it.

Look, the police are going to want to
hear all this, Zach, all right? And

anything else you can tell them, now
listen to me.

The moment that I leave here, I want you
to call them, tell them you've been

lying low at your friend's house, you
just found out they were looking for

and you're going down to the station
right now, okay?

Okay. No, no, wait, wait, wait.

Why didn't you... Why didn't you tell me
you were innocent?

I shouldn't have to.

I'm your son.

Besides, you never even asked, did you?

You just assumed.

Why was Joy in your party, Zack?

She wanted to talk.

She was upset.

About the video?

No.

Well, yeah.

She was serious about that for a while,
but that's not what she was upset about

that night.

She and her father had a fight.

About what?

I guess her father saw the video on her
computer and he found a check that I'd

given her and he got this crazy idea
that I was paying her for sex.

You've got to be kidding me.

So can you tell us about the night Joy
died? About your last conversation with

her?

There isn't much to tell.

She said she was going to UCLA to the
library to study.

That she was going to be home late.

That was it.

You didn't get into an argument with her
about Zach Berman?

About her relationship with him?

No. You didn't go into her computer and
see the video of her and Zach?

I don't know how to work a computer.

I think you do, Mr. Lamb.

See, you're right -handed.

So? So I'm left -handed.

So is your daughter, Joy.

I remember the picture from her bedroom.

She's a southpaw, just like me.

Which means she would have kept the
mouse to her computer on the left -hand

of the keyboard, just like me.

But when I went into her bedroom to
check her computer, the mouse was on the

right -hand side. Which means the last
person to use her computer was right

-handed, just like you.

That means nothing. But your DNA will
mean something, won't it, Mr. Lamb?

Because it's going to match the skin we
found under your daughter's fingernails.

That's right.

And when we get to roll up your shirt
sleeves and we see the scratches you

it's going to mean something too, isn't
it, Mr. Lamb?

Because you found the video. You found
the video, you found the check, and you

assumed that your daughter was being
paid for sex.

Your daughter was getting paid for
tutoring, Mr. Lamb.

That's what she told me.

Yeah. But you didn't believe her.

You didn't believe her, though, did you,
Mr. Lamb?

Why not?

Is there something about your life in
Vietnam that you didn't want your

to know?

Because you know what? When I look
around your home, I see somebody who

want to remember where they came from.

Many people came to America to start
over.

My brother, when he came home from the
war, He told me all these stories about

life in Saigon.

Tudor Street.

All the bars.

All the bar girls.

I was afraid.

It was somehow in her.

In her genes.

That she couldn't help it.

That it was destiny.

My beautiful Joy.

Joy. Joy.

So I followed her.

When I found her naked, I lost my mind.
I

did what I did.

Someone in your family was a prostitute
back in Saigon.

Mr. Lamb?

Your mother?

Your sister?

Hey, there he is, the man of the hour.

Is that raining yet?

Just started.

I thought we should have a little
celebration.

You sure I can't get you a drink?

Your water.

Bubbles are flat.

You know, David, I think you should
think twice about being D .A.

Not that I'm going to go back on my
promise, but I think you do a hell of a

more behind the scenes getting things
done.

You know, he's got something there,
David. Every town needs someone who can

things done. You are the man.

You want something fixed?

You call the fixers.

To David McNorris. To David McNorris.

You shouldn't be telling me this. Why
not?

Write a story.

Deputy D .A. helps murder suspect avoid
capture.

You really are drunk.

Well, in some ways, I'm more clear
-headed than I've been in my whole life.

I have become everything that I am for.

Everything that my father once was, and
I swore I wouldn't be.

I've become an adulterer, a liar,

a drunk.

Why are you here, David?

I'm sorry, Andrea.

I'm sorry I conned you into having an
affair with a married man.

You are a woman of great beauty and
grace.

You deserve a whole lot better than me.

You didn't come on me.

Yeah, I did.

Yeah,

I did.

Where are you going?

Many miles to go before I sleep.

I can't let you drive drunk.

What are you going to do, shoot me?

Who is it?

It's your fixer.

It's very late.

I thought I'd take you up on that
cocktail.

Well, somehow I think you've already had
enough. Oh, on the contrary, pal.

I think I've just begun.

Well, you're bleeding. Yeah, I know.

Well, let me get you a towel. No, no,
no. In a minute.

I kind of like it.

So what can I do for you, David? You
know what the most amazing part of this

whole mind -blowing day was?

Seeing the look on your face when you
found out that your kid wasn't a

That there wasn't relief.

It was a surprise.

Look, I think you better leave. You just
couldn't imagine that your son would be

different from you, because you know
that you probably would have done it, so

you just assumed your son would do it,
too? Get out of here. Not all boys turn

out like they're old men. It's not
inevitable.

I said get out!

Not all kids are up to be their fathers.

Stop it! Not all guys.

Not all guys.

It's not inevitable!

Oh, God. Dad. Dad.

Are you okay? He broke my nose!

Son of a bitch broke my nose!

I'll get some ice. No, no, no, no. Just
stay here.

Just stay here with me.

Los Angeles.

Dry for nine months.

And then it pours.

Oh, my God, you're bleeding.

No, no, no, don't worry about it. What
happened?

Your husband, the fixer.

Helped Berman's kid avoid prosecution.

By happy chance, he was innocent, but
that doesn't matter because... I did it.

I did it to further my career.

Not that I have one anymore after I beat
the crap out of Berman in his entry

hall.

first month i asked

you you asked me if we were present
tense

and we weren't anymore

Deep down, I always knew.

But you always made me second guess
myself.

Told me that I was insecure, which of
course I am, because who wouldn't be

married to you?

And then all those nights at the gym,
another late meeting, and another

lunch.

Turns out deceit came second nature to
me.

I knew what I was getting into the
moment I laid eyes on you at Lynn

wedding.

You asked me to dance.

I wanted to bask in that radiant light.

So when you asked me to marry you six
weeks later, I jumped at the chance.

Because being a part of the David McNoir
show was the most exhilarating

adventure that I could imagine.

Somewhere along the way, things changed
and the script got darker and my role

became insignificant.

Hey, hey, hey.

Don't, Marion, don't.

You can never be insignificant.

But you see, David, there's no room for
supporting roles in a one -man show.