All language subtitles for the_division_s02e16_brave_new_world

Hey, Dad, I gotta get in early today.
Oh, God,

I'm sorry.

Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you.

Oh,

no, no, no.

I'm sorry, Teddy. Listen, I mean, I
don't do this, you know, really. Oh,

night, I was with some guys in the bar,
and I met April.

Stop it. Stop it, okay?

You're like a teenager whose mother
caught him in bed with a cheerleader,

right? This is your house. I'm just a
non -paying tenant.

Hey, come on. This is your home. Don't
do that to me. Dad, really, okay? We'll

talk about it later. I gotta go.

Morning.

Hey.

Victim's Susan Atwater, 25 years old,
shot twice in the chest at close range.

Emmy says the time of death is around
midnight.

I found the body.

Natalie, her masseuse, comes in once a
week, practices the Esalen method.

It's a whole philosophy, have a mind
-body confluence. Did you get the whole

course, mate? She was cute, so sue me.

Witnesses? No.

Uniforms are canvassing right now, but
the building manager is going to give us

a statement.

Mr. Lockwood.

This is my partner, Inspector DeLorenzo.
Hi. Hi.

Were you here last night?

Downstairs in 1B. Did you see or hear
anything unusual?

Not a thing. I was sound asleep by 9
.30. Early riser. I practically never

it to 10.

What can you tell us about Susan
Atwater?

She lived alone.

I haven't really seen her over a week.

I never really did get to know her.

I'm better that way. You know, you get
to know renters. They take advantage.

Did she work?

Not steady. Not that I know of.

It's a pretty nice place if you don't
have any money.

Who's paying her bills?

Well, I have the latest rent check
downstairs.

Did she have any regular visitors?

She has a boyfriend. I don't know his
name.

Oh, one time they got in a fight. He was
drunk. The cops had to calm him down.

You'd probably find his name in a
report.

We're going to need to see all the
records relating to Miss Atwater now, if

that's possible.

Sure, I'll go get the books. Thanks.

Very good taste, huh?

Good taste is easy if you can afford it.

Can't take it with you, though.

He asked me what I weighed.

No way!

Apparently he has a weight limit.
Anything over 125 pounds is

What?

He made his first wife sign a prenup.

She gained more than 15 pounds during
the marriage.

Finito. Okay, so what did you tell him?

Well, I should say it wasn't pretty.

It was just one date.

No, actually it was my third. The first
guy, Wayne, insisted on telling me his

entire life story, which turned out to
take an entire ten minutes.

And the second guy?

He was gravely disappointed because,
according to my bio, I was supposed to

redhead. No, no, no. Not Auburn Red.

I actually saw it. Yeah.

I wasn't lying down on the job either. I
just thought he must have died.

Him? What about me?

Ugh.

Get out of there. I'm in a place of my
own.

Isn't it hard to find a decent
apartment?

Meg, this wasn't a whisper. This was a
scream. Leave the nest.

Well, I'll help you.

You're getting married in a couple of
weeks. I think you have enough on your

plate. What's your top price?

I don't know.

$7 .50?

Think I can find something in the city
for that?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Just not this city, that's all.

Hey, Captain.

Hey. Wow, that is a beautiful blouse. Is
that new? Yes,

it is.

Could I have a decaf latte, toasted
bagel, no cream cheese?

That's why you're so dressed up. You got
a hot date.

Yeah, we're going to go then.

I just put a woman in interrogation for
you.

Christine Ogden.

Did she say what it was about?

Couldn't understand. Her mouth was all
covered up.

Beaten up?

Just go see for yourself.

So, uh, Captain, who was the first guy
you're meeting today?

Drew.

He's already got one strike against him.
Why?

Never met a Drew I like.

Oh, yeah. What about Nancy Drew? You
like her, don't you?

Here you go.

That'll be $5 .40. Will you go meet him
at the same place you met the other guy?

Yep. Thanks.

Nice little restaurant in North Beach.

At least that way I'll be assured of a
really great salad as well.

Miss Ogden?

I'm Inspector Magda Ramirez. This is my
partner, Inspector Ginny Eckstead. Hi.

How can we help you?

Look.

Look what she did to me.

I can't believe this.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

How long had you two been together?

A year last month.

We had an anniversary party.

Was that the same night that you got
drunk and got into a fight with her?

What? When did you see her last?

We had coffee yesterday afternoon.

And how did she seem?

Maybe a little distracted.

She'd been like that for a while.

Did you ask her why?

No.

Didn't seem like a big deal.

Where were you last night, Ricky?

I was waiting tables till after 2 a .m.

Can you write down where and who we can
speak to?

We're going to need to notify next of
kin.

Her apartment application didn't list
anybody to contact.

I can't help you there.

You're dating this woman for a year?

And you didn't know anything about her
family?

There was a lot I didn't know about her.
Like who was paying the tab?

When I asked, she'd tell me family
money.

Except... she didn't seem to have any
family.

A silicone party.

Some party.

And this was last Thursday night?

Yes, my friend Trudy Montgomery invited
me.

Do you have the address where the party
took place? No, Trudy would know. It was

in the marina, but she drove. I wasn't
paying attention to the address.

Do you know how many women were there?

Ten. All more than willing to shell out
600 for the injection.

She said it would permanently plump lips
and erase laugh lines.

Do you even know what was in the
syringe?

She said silicone mixed with other
chemicals to make sure that it didn't

And this was Jasmine?

Yes. She worked out of her apartment.
But Trudy had gotten a facial from her

this little salon.

That's where she heard about it. And
what did your doctor say? Were there any

other physical problems?

Not yet.

But he referred me to a plastic surgeon
who's estimating five to eight rounds of

reconstructive surgery.

But no guarantee that I'll ever look the
same or that the facial muscles will do

what they did before.

This is a crime, right? What she did to
me?

If she was not a licensed medical
practitioner, then she's not allowed to

you with anything, let alone liquid
silicone, which is not only dangerous,

not FDA approved.

I didn't even think to ask about
approvals or side effects.

All I was thinking was that I couldn't
afford Botox. And collagen's just as

expensive, and it wears off in three
months.

This was such a good deal.

Too good.

We were all having fun, you know.

Like a Tupperware party.

Then she brings out these syringes and
we're all doing it.

I turned 40 and the lines started
showing up. My lips weren't as full.

Now who's going to want to look at my
face?

I'm a freak.

Hey, Ross.

Hey, Kathleen.

How's it going?

Okay. Kind of crowded today, huh? Yeah.

It was a struggle, but I managed to save
your corner seat there by the window.

Hey, appreciate it.

Is this bachelor number three today?

Does everybody who works here know about
this?

I'm a humble barkeep, the soul of
discretion.

You'll point in my way?

I'll deliver him personally.

True. Kate?

Hi. Please.

Thank you.

Look, let's get this over with.

I'm sure. Is that a problem for you?

Not at all.

Judge King?

Inspectors Basso and DiLorenzo, your
legal secretary, said we could find you

here. Ex parte communication is a no
-no, Inspector.

I'm sure you know that.

Well, we're not here about one of these
things.

We're here about a tenant who was
murdered in one of the buildings at your

Miss Susan Atwater.

In her apartment?

Yes, last night.

I feel very sorry for her, but I don't
recognize the name.

My building's held hundreds of tenants
and inspectors.

But this one's a little different from
the others, isn't that true?

See, the building's records indicate
that Susan Atwater paid her $2 ,500

fee on the first of every month, but her
own bank statements indicate that no

such payment was made.

And your building manager, Mr. Sid
Lottman, he couldn't explain the

so we thought we'd ask you directly.

What is it you're asking?

Exactly. Just if you could shed some
light on how a woman with no visible

of support comes to live rent -free in
one of your buildings?

I don't mean to hamper you in your
investigation, inspectors, but I'm

help you at this time.

Any further questions should be directed
to my attorney.

So, I hear you two have an important
friend downstairs at the courthouse.

Judge called you already?

Well, not personally. A guy like him
goes through a channel.

I'd be pretty sure of my fact, though,
before taking him on.

The judge will not take lightly to
scurrilous allegations.

Scurrilous? Are those lawyers' words or
yours? Mine.

I added it for effect.

So, seriously, what do you got?

Plenty. The judge was paying Susan
Atwater's rent for the last six years.

her tuition at Cal, bought her a car,
filled her closet with designer clothes.

So you think they were having an affair?

Walks like a duck, talks like a duck.

What about the boyfriend?

Had an alibi checked out. And you're
sure it wasn't a robbery?

No sign of forced entry.

The door was open when the body was
found.

We're going to pay a surprise visit to
the judge's wife.

Elaine King?

Watch your step.

She's a heavy hitter in her own right.

My husband called me.

told me not to speak to you.

But I don't always do what my husband
tells me.

So, what's this all about?

A young woman was murdered last night.

Her name was Susan Atwater.

Well, what does that have to do with me?

Well, she was living...

Rent -free in one of your husband's
buildings.

I'm not surprised to hear it.

The King Foundation assists qualified
people in need all the time.

We checked with the foundation. They
don't have a record of Susan Atwater.

And your husband paid for her tuition at
Cal, as well as some other expenses.

Seven years ago, I was...

diagnosed with breast cancer.

They didn't catch it in time, and I... I
had a double mastectomy.

Afterwards, I just... I just felt...
ugly.

And so I told Miles that if he... wanted
to leave me or...

Have an affair with someone? I don't
understand.

But he insisted that I was still
beautiful and

that I would always be beautiful to him.

Mrs. King. I don't believe it.

I do not believe that Miles was having
an affair.

Mrs. King, we understand the instinct to
protect your husband.

But if you're lying to us in any way,
you're putting yourself at a great risk.

I have no reason to lie to you.

And neither does my husband.

Oh, I was thrilled with the revolt.

Grilled. Look.

Wow. Yep. Definitely very full.

Yep. It could, um...

Really help you a lot, too, hon. I know.

So you say you met this Jasmine at a
salon.

Is that right?

Yes.

She gives a great facial.

And then she invited you to this party?

Well, she started talking about how she
had gotten a hold of this new silicone

-based formula.

And positively, everyone in Europe was
doing it.

So I asked Jasmine if she could get me
some, and she suggested we have a party.

So I said I'd ask several friends to her
house and we could set things up and...

And to bring cash?

600.

For girls, that's a bargain.

It permanently erases wrinkles.

Wow.

Um, Christine also said that you had
Jasmine's address and phone number.

Yeah.

Is she going to get in trouble for this?

No, we just want to ask her a few
questions.

Sure. Thank you. Be right back.

So why did it work so well on her and
not on Christine?

Well, she was mixing the stuff herself.
Maybe she used too much or used a

different batch. I don't know.

Maybe it just takes longer to harden on
some people than others.

What is that? I don't know.

She's not out of the woods yet because I
read that some woman in Miami died of a

silicone embolism.

Here you go.

Thank you.

So, uh, how bad does Christine look?

I mean, I haven't seen her since the
party, so... It's probably a good thing.

Listen, there are some things you should
know.

Clear.

The lights are on. Nobody's home.

She had breakfast here, though.

Guess our Jasmine was in a hurry.

Officer, let's get some crime scene
techs down here. There's a pottery

in the back room that needs to be tested
ASAP, okay?

Okay, Inspector.

It's filthy back there.

Whatever was in that silicone cocktail,
I'm sure there was dog hair in there,

too. God knows what else.

It's a nice place, though.

Yeah. Hey, did you call Jasmine at the
salon?

I spoke to Sebastian.

Jasmine is out, won't be back till
tomorrow at 10 a .m., and is booked

He, however, had a cancellation at 9
.45.

Seeing as how he works the chair next to
hers, you're going to get a facial that

I want to see.

Captain.

Their date came ten minutes early.

That's him in the gabardine suit.

Very classy.

A bottle of champagne, 200 bucks.

You could have a shot with this guy.

Nice to know someone's looking out for
him.

You bet.

Robert?

Your picture didn't do you justice.

I ordered some champagne, but, uh, if
you prefer something else... Champagne's

good.

Hey, what are you doing here?

I thought it was, uh, poker night.

Yeah, I can't, though. I'm so sorry you
had to see that.

You know, I mean the thing about me and
April.

Don't apologize.

You're a grown man. You have every right
to... So you're

gonna...

See her again?

Actually, tonight I'm going over to her
place.

She's cooking. Ty, she took a class.

Well, that's great. That's great.

Hey, what are you going to do for
dinner?

I'm just going to grab a sandwich and...
Come with me. April invited you. No,

really. Thank you. I just... Ty?

No.

April's a food broker.

Ever heard of such a thing?

She works out of a house on a computer
and sells food to the supermarkets.

Huh.

She seems nice.

Oh, yeah, she is, and she's smart.

Yeah.

Oh, hey, um, are you really serious
about finding your own place?

Yeah, Dad.

You okay with that?

Whatever's good for you, you know?

You want to stay? I love the company.

You want to go?

Go.

Heck, you know I love you, Ginny.

Yeah, I know that.

I love you, too.

Hey, let me ask you something.

What do you think about April? Because
I'm starting to think I want to see her

lot.

I think I've seen a little too much of
her already.

I stumbled into being a cop.

I was a single mom. I was looking for a
steady job with benefits.

And actually, I saw an ad in the
newspaper, and I thought, there's always

to be bad guys.

I'll just let this chill.

So, what about you? Do you have
children?

Children?

Yeah, I suppose you could call them
that.

I prefer the term ingrates.

What, if you prefer not to talk? No, no,
no, no, no, no. Why shouldn't I want to

talk about it?

Why shouldn't I want to talk about the
three children that I sacrificed for to

attend to the final boarding school?

And all they do is deplete me month
after month.

Child support doesn't end at 18, you
know, because these little conniving

Keep coming back for more and more and
more.

Morning.

I stopped by Susan Atwater's building on
the way in. The tenant in 4A was just

getting back from Vegas.

Did it win anything?

She did confirm that the judge was a
regular visitor, often bearing gifts.

wasn't the first person there to ask her
questions. About two months ago, a

private investigator paid her a visit,
also inquiring about the judge. What are

you going to name?

Patty Rudowski.

How are you doing, Patty?

My partner, Nate Basso.

Look, I would love to do you guys a
solid here, but I'm on the other side,

know, business being business.

You're in a difficult position here,
Patty. My basic problem being I don't

the allegiance.

CD has for you.

Oh, I see. Here it comes. The big
squeeze.

I don't play ball.

You dry me up.

Cut off access. We have to.

Let me tell you something, Nate.

I have a lot of friends over here.

Good friends.

Not that good.

You didn't hear any of this from me.

You will never hear.

I was hired by Julie King.

Judge's daughter?

Yeah.

Certain behavior caused some concern for
her to check into her father's mental

capacity, so she had me follow the old
man and report back.

Did she know about Susan Atwater?

Not at first.

It was his spending habits that caught
her attention.

Apparently, he was caught in a
compromising position, buying a very

Sherling coat, a diamond -studded belt,
and the old man couldn't explain why the

daughter got worried.

And the purchases were for Susan.

I'm assuming.

I mean, he supported her in every other
way.

But then you already knew that.

So you're convinced that they were
having an affair?

That's the way it looked to me, and
that's the way I reported it to Julie

Wow.

Some things never change.

Look, I'd love to leave you guys my
bill, but I don't think you can afford

rates. It's been a pleasure, Patty.

Any pleasure's been all yours.

What's your regimen? How do you cleanse?

Exfoliate?

Pretty much just wash and towel dry.

Not with soap. Oh, my God, that's
poison.

I think we caught it in time there.
We're going to start with an oatmeal

cleanser and a soft brush, and we'll
open the pores and then give you an

peel. I just can't believe that
Jasmine's not coming in today.

Or ever again, so I'm told.

Cosmetologists, they come and go.

Well, I'm desperate. I mean, I really
need to talk to her.

Well, I'm free again after lunch, if you
need me. No, you don't understand. I'm

getting married in two weeks.

Mazel tov.

Where's the reception?

At the Cliff.

Nice. Yeah. Who's doing your
invitations?

Actually, my mom handled that. I've got
one here.

It really came out cute.

That's pretty.

Oh, I love the platinum embossed. Why do
people go with black?

I mean, it's a wedding, for God's sake.

My point is, Sebastian, that I've got
family flying in. I've got five...

And that's not including my sisters and
myself.

And we all want to get facials before
the wedding. So I thought, gee, wouldn't

it be a really great idea if Sebastian
and Jasmine could do the wedding

together? I mean, I know it would be
astronomically expensive, but, you know,

it's a once -in -a -lifetime deal.

Um, I think I know how to get in touch
with her. Just give me a couple of

minutes. Oh, thank you.

Don't move.

Your face is so happy now, you have no
idea.

My father told me not to talk to you.

But you don't do everything your father
tells you, right?

The truth is, my mother and I have been
worried about my father for a long time.

Little spells of forgetfulness,
disorientation.

Bad enough that he couldn't do his job?

No, of course not.

My father is still a brilliant jurist.

It was more like mother and I thinking
he wasn't himself.

Does your mother know about the private
investigator?

No, she took him to a doctor who told
her nothing was wrong, other than the

gentle approach of old age.

But you weren't satisfied.

Not when I realized how much money he
was going through.

I mean, my father is obviously a wealthy
man, but always quite frugal when it

came to personal expenses.

So you knew about more than this coat
and fancy belt, huh?

Oh, I'm not proud of this, Inspector,
but I looked through some of his

papers. The coat and the belt were the
tip of the iceberg.

But you weren't sure where the money was
going?

No. Any caring child would have been
concerned.

You don't need to worry about your
father now.

I'm sorry? No more soup in that water?

My father's well -being is all I've ever
cared about.

Well, you don't actually expect him to
be killing this woman, do you?

Going in the towel, huh?

No. I still have one more potential
soulmate.

to have lunch with before I throw in the
towel.

Oh, wait. By the way, do you have any
suggestions where I might be able to

a hundred heart bones?

You guys all set?

Yeah, we spoke to Jasmine and we've been
invited to a very special party.

Silicone injections and all. I can't
imagine it. I mean, all these women

a perfect stranger stick a needle into
their lips.

What are they thinking?

They're not. All they see are...

Skinny models with big, pouty lips and
men drooling all over them. Yeah, you

know, even the smartest of women are
susceptible.

Shut up, Meg.

To all those claims of younger, glowing
skin.

Oh,

okay, fine, yes. I spent $240, which I
don't have, on cleanser, toner,

exfoliant, and moisturizer.

Yes, but her face is so...

Happy.

West Price Beauty, huh? All these women
getting facial peels, burning their skin

off, getting injections.

Liposuction.

Stomach reduction.

Food jobs.

All so we can look better for men.

Or women. Or yourself.

Well, there's nothing wrong with looking
the best you can.

Just don't want to jeopardize your
health or die over it.

You want to hear the second chapter of
As San Francisco Turns?

Here. The beautiful, cancer -stricken
wife stands behind the judge completely.

The as -beautiful daughter hires a P .I.
to spy on the old man out of an

abundance of concern for his well
-being.

You're on a tangled web we weave.

Forensics, any help? No.

The murder weapon was a Browning 9mm.
The Kings don't have one registered.

No evidence of a break -in and nothing
from the scene led anywhere.

Well, the records from Susan Atwater's
account came in. She deposited an

check a month before she was murdered.

$25 ,000.

From the judge?

From his daughter.

I didn't think the check was relevant.

Not relevant?

A month before she was murdered, you
paid Susan Atwater $25 ,000.

I wasn't exactly sure what was going on
between her and my father.

But I was not about to let her take
advantage of him.

He spent a lifetime building a
reputation.

This obsession of his, it had to end.

Did you talk to your father about this
woman?

I couldn't imagine that conversation.

So I went to her instead, with an offer.

$25 ,000 now, the same amount six months
later.

And all she had to do was break it up
with your father?

That, and get as far away from San
Francisco as possible.

And she wasn't thrilled, of course.

But I convinced her my offer was in her
best interest.

Well, how'd you know she'd hold up her
end of the deal?

Easy. I stood by and listened while she
called the building manager and gave

notice.

She was getting out within the week.

Who's ready for dessert?

I'm going to get the syringes and I will
be right back.

Is it going to hurt?

I'm going to put a numbing cream on your
lip before I inject.

You'll be able to see the results very
quickly, and believe me, any pain you

will be gone.

Before we begin, please see my assistant
Janice and settle up your account.

She's in the back room.

Get ready. It might take her a few
minutes.

I hope you're not coming in next week.
You know, you've got a lot of things to

do, and I will be okay.

What am I supposed to do for a whole
week?

Go get a massage or a wrap, a pedicure.

You know, if I thought it was going to
make a difference, I would.

Last night when we went to bed, I had
flannel PJs on, and I don't think Gabe

even changed his boxer shorts.

Oh, good.

You're perfect for each other.

I hope so.

What is that? You hope so.

You sure about this, right? Yeah, I'm
positive.

Who's first?

I am.

Go,

go, now.

San Francisco police!

One will be appointed for you.

Sorry, no pump clips today.

So now you're thinking the building
manager lied to protect Judge King?

Well, Mr. Lottman had every opportunity
to tell us that Susan Atwater was moving

out. So he involves himself in the
murder cover -up to protect his boss?

got to be more.

There is more.

23 years ago, Sid Lottman was convicted
of felony embezzlement.

He went away for three years.

So what does that have to do with Judge
King?

Sid Lottman was an attorney, and his
partner was a pre -judgeship Miles King.

Oh, so he's been employing Sid Lottman
practically since he was released from

prison. 20 years of employment for an ex
-con, that makes for an awful lot of

employee loyalty.

We understand that you want to protect
Judge King, but he'd come clean now.

Maybe we can talk to the DA about
forgetting what happened between us. Oh,

you have this all wrong.

Then set it straight.

Oh, Miles, King means everything to me.

When I got out of jail, I was beyond
broke.

No prospect of earning a decent living.
A pariah.

I was a pariah.

Nobody I knew wanted anything at all to
do with me.

And I was this close to putting a gun in
my mouth.

Judge King saved my life.

You're making our case for us, Sid.

It sounds like you'd do anything to
protect this guy.

What I'm trying to tell you is he's a
good, decent man.

He is not a killer.

How do you know what happened between
him and Susan Atwater?

Maybe he just couldn't stand the
rejection.

I guarantee you this.

Miles King did not kill Susan Atwater.

And you're willing to guarantee this
because... I can't tell you how I know.

Come on, Sid!

I'm sick of playing this game with you
here. You keep telling us that we're

wrong, and you're not telling us why.

Because you are putting me in an
unbelievable position here.

You know what?

You have no idea.

An ex -con obstructing our
investigation? You really want to make a

to prison?

Of course not.

Then tell us what you know.

Miles King was not at the building the
night... It was there.

Huh?

The daughter, Julie?

Yes.

I saw her running from the building into
the street a little after 11.

Got it.

Oh, I'm 20 minutes late. Where is he?

You mean Charles?

Yes. I sent him packing.

What do you mean? He's here?

Been and gone.

He left?

Well, he came 20 minutes early, insisted
on trying out four tables, even though

I told him that he was already at the
best one, the one you like.

So I sent Marcy, our sweetest waitress,
over with some rolls, and he said they

were stale.

We bake every day. The rolls were warm.

Then he said that he wanted a new glass
because his was cracked.

When Marcy points out to him that it's
actually an inlaid design, he turned to

her, and I quote, he said, we are not
communicating here. You stop talking.

So I politely asked Charles to leave.

Thank you.

I also told him not to bother calling
you.

I'm sorry.

Hey, look, let me offer you a glass of
wine or some lunch on the house.

I knew this wasn't going to work.

Red or white?

White. Marcy? Uh -huh? Bring two of my
Chardonnay.

I have to ask you something.

Why is a woman like you paying a dating
service?

Long story.

The place is empty.

One of my inspectors is getting married
next week, and I thought I'd meet

someone nice, take them into the
wedding.

I hate to go to weddings alone.

All this is about a wedding.

It's impossible for me today, the guys
who I work with.

I tried it once. It was so
uncomfortable.

And all I do is work, so... You know,
I'm not going to go to a bar.

I hate the gym, so... I'm going to give
it a try.

Lame, huh?

You know, my grandmother used to have an
expression.

Well, men make plans.

God laughs.

Sometimes the dots just don't connect.

Sometimes you have to just stop looking
at your agenda to see what your day is

and take a road that's going to take you
someplace you didn't plan.

Yeah, well, all the good ones are taken
anyway.

This is a class ring.

I'm an Eli. I went to Yale.

I wear it on this hand because I broke
this finger playing tennis.

I'm not married.

Not anymore.

So, uh... Is the boss going to be
concerned that you're sitting here

with me all this time?

I think it's okay.

I'm the boss.

You own this place?

Yes.

Thanks.

Salud.

So have you always been in the
restaurant business?

No. I bought this place two and a half
years ago.

I worked in corporate insurance.

I worked downtown in a suit every day
for 20 years.

And then one day, it was time to make a
change.

I also thought it might be a good way to
meet women.

I guess so.

You know, just for the record,

I love weddings.

My house.

They say they have a warrant.

Let me see that.

Julie, you need to come with us. You're
under arrest for the murder of Susan

Atwater.

Julie, don't say anything.

When she took my check, she agreed to
leave town.

But four weeks went by and she was still
here.

I was so angry.

I went there to talk to her.

She was angry too.

Resentful.

She told me to get out. Julie, please.

She said that you loved her and that you
didn't want her to leave.

I just wanted her out of our lives.

I should have told you from the start.

You did have an affair.

Over 25 years ago.

I never knew about Susan until six years
ago.

When Susan's mother became pregnant, she
moved back east. Dad, what are you

talking about? I don't know who this
woman was, but she was taking advantage

you, using you. No, you don't
understand. Someone had to protect you.

you don't understand.

That woman was your sister.

Oh, my God.

Why didn't you tell me?

You had just been diagnosed with cancer
when I found out about Susan.

I just didn't think you could bear it,
Elaine.

And I know Julie would never forgive me.

Number three.

That's her.

You sure?

Positive.

Number three, you can step back.

So, what's she going to be charged with?

Practicing medicine without a license,
for one.

She is looking at doing jail time.

You should be proud of yourself,
Christine, for coming forward. A lot of

don't have the courage to do that.

They won't even give us names.

A lot of other women pay the price.

Yeah, I guess so.

All I really want is my face back.

Well, you know, I don't know about you,
but I could use a drink.

Not that kind of drink, you know that.
Come on, you want to go to the other

side?

Would it be wrong if I ordered something
a little stronger, though?

I'm a rock.

Remember what you said to me yesterday
about being positive?

Yeah.

Well, I'm not.

Sometimes I think I'm marrying gay
because it's the right thing to do for

Well, Meg, I've seen the two of you
together.

And what I think is going on here is
just pretty wedding jitters.

What if it's not?

You'll figure it out.

But I think it's going to be okay.

Really.

I think it's going to be okay.

God,

let it be okay.

Excuse me, are you Miss Magna Ramirez?

Yes. All right, that's your Silver Honda
station wagon parked out front?

Yeah. All right, well, you're parked in
a restricted zone, so you're going to

have to move there or we're going to
have to tow it.

You know what? Lighten up. I work right
across the street at the station.

Well, I'm going to have to see some ID.

I'm not showing you anything.

Oh, really? Yeah. Well, in that case, I
got something to show you.