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You listen up, you pervert son of a
bitch, I said.

You got the man of the house this time.

Now, the phone company's all over these
calls, and me?

I'm freaking taking you apart before
they toss you in jail.

Now, you leave my wife alone.

And what did he say?

Not a damn thing. He never does.

All you hear is breathing.

When did the calls first start?

A month ago, around her birthday.

And you notified the phone company?
Immediately. They installed a trap.

Were they able to trace any of the
calls?

Paid phones all over the city, a
different one every time.

Then over the weekend, he started up
with these.

Tess, honey.

When she was out to lunch, at her
manicurist, her gym, doesn't matter

parks, valet, whatever, she gets back,
one of these is tucked under the wiper.

And you've never seen anyone?

Is that blood?

Could be.

Is there somewhere else you could stay?

Um, my sister's in New York. All right,
you can go tomorrow.

We'll check in at the Ritz -Carlton
tonight after the benefit.

We're going to a charity dinner there,
so there's plenty of security.

We're going to need to get these to the
lab as soon as possible.

We'll also need a print and a DNA swab
from the two of you and anyone else who

may have touched these. You know, I'm
running late for a meeting as it is.

Honey, I'll swing back this way around,
too. We'll go down to the police station

together. Okay?

We're also going to need a lift of
anybody you come in contact with on a

basis. The bank, the dry cleaners, the
gym, an old boyfriend.

We've been married 17 years. You think
they remember?

Chances are it's somebody you know.

Come on, sweetheart. Give me a smile.

I'm in great hands here.

Everything's going to be okay.

I'm trying so hard just to hold it
together.

You're doing a great job. Being stalked
is a horrendous experience.

I must have done something really
terrible to deserve this if I could just

figure out what it was.

It's not your fault.

Don't blame yourself. And don't worry,
we're going to get him. Like your

says, we've got a team of great people
on this. You don't need a team of great

people. What are you saying?

I think I know who's doing this to me.

Last night, you see my green case?

I can't be more specific. It's just a
feeling.

You saw the pictures. Rick is the only
one that always knows where I am.

But your husband was at work.

I'm not saying that Rick is running
around town making phone calls and

pictures himself.

He doesn't even own a camera. I don't
know how he's doing it.

What makes you think it's him?

He's been so nice, so attentive.

Well, he's obviously very concerned
about you. No, that's not real. That

that he's showing you, that's not him.

I know the man that I've been married to
for 17 years.

Maybe he's hoping that I will go to New
York and live with my sister and never

come back, or maybe he just wants to get
rid of me altogether.

This is always a tough question, but do
you think there's another woman?

I don't know.

That wouldn't surprise me.

We used to joke that if one of us wanted
out, all we would have to do is ask.

And we promised we wouldn't kill each
other, but we were joking.

Mrs. Stanton, we're trying to take
everything you say very seriously,

But do you really think your husband is
capable of this?

No. Yes. No.

God. I don't know. What am I saying?

Has he ever hurt you? No.

This is crazy. I'm talking like Rick is
Ted Bundy.

Please, don't tell him that I ever said
any of these things to you. Please

promise me.

You obviously have a reason to. No,
please, I'm sorry. I'm listening to

and I realize how crazy I'm sounding.

It's just that I am so scared.

So which one of us is checking into the
husband?

Something tells me you are.

And you're going to tell me what?

Because I know you. It bugs you that he
did all the talking? I never let Tess

get a word in edgewise.

You know, if you prefer.

Give me the warm, fuzzy world of
habitual stalkers. You'll be right at

Yeah, I need you to run a name for me.

Richard K.

Stanton.

Hey, Dad, what are you doing here?

I was in the neighborhood.

Just dropping by.

You look great.

Oh, yeah.

Ronnie's all over me about that stupid
treadmill. Hey, the guy in the leather

jacket, Chevy truck, that Jack?

Yeah, he just... Mr. Mitch.

I'm sorry, come in. Yeah.

Hey,

I'm not bothering you or holding you up,
am I? No, no, I got a couple of minutes

before I gotta go.

Just that I haven't seen you since you
married this guy, Jack.

Well, you know, Dad, we've just been
kind of busy moving stuff in.

I was starting to think that maybe you
didn't want me to meet him or... Dad.

Who knows? Maybe you were ashamed of the
family or maybe it was just about me. I

don't know.

Dad, what are you talking about?

You know, I didn't expect anyone to ask
my permission, but I'm not living in the

dark ages, but you couldn't manage to
pick up a phone and invite me to your

wedding?

Look, you know, you were just... You
were barely out of the hospital.

Yeah, but you couldn't wait a couple of
weeks, so the only father on this planet

you have could have given you away?

Or I've just seen you get married.

Maybe I should have.

Hey, Ginny.

Aren't we a family anymore?

Sure we are.

Now, you're angry at me. That's okay. I
understand that for your brother.

You broke Casey's heart.

How could you not invite him?

He idolizes you.

He lives for you.

Sorry, Dad. You know, it just... It just
all happened so fast.

Speaking of that, you know... Ronnie,
your sister, has a theory about that.

Really? Yeah, she, uh...

He thinks that you're sublimating your
love for me, the father figure, and you

transferred it to a more available man.

Okay, so, in other words, I just married
the first Tom, Dick, or Harry to come

down the pike. Okay, you know what? You
do me a favor. You tell Ronnie to

sublimate my... Wait, Ginny, I'm not
here to fight with you. Okay, that's

exactly what I don't want to do.

Forget I said anything. Dad, I don't
want to fight either.

I just want you to get better.

That's all.

I'm happy for you, Ginny. I'm so happy
for you.

Any other skeletons in the closet? Any
back taxes? Student loans? Anything else

you owe?

No, that's all of it.

Isn't that enough?

Financial troubles are like anything
else. Where there's a will, there's a

out of it.

Patricia, you're the expert, but Gabe
and I were thinking that maybe a debt

consolidation loan might be the way out.
You know, we could get rid of the past

two amounts and negotiate our payments
down to something that we can handle,

especially the medical bill.

Magda, your insurance pays only 80 % of
the hospital bill. That leaves your

share 196 ,032 and 24 cents.

We weren't prepared for this. Nobody
ever is. Even if by some miracle they

you pay it off at 6%.

That's $4 ,600 a month.

And that's good for the hospital. Add to
that your normal living expenses, your

mortgage, insurance, car payments,
credit card debt.

That's a lot of money.

Way more than you two can handle on your
salary.

So I'll get another job.

We'll pay this off, every cent of it.
But we're not going for bankruptcy.

not losing this house.

Miss one payment on a consolidation
loan, that's the first thing they'll go

after. That's right. So we won't miss
any payments.

You could wake up 20 years from now and
still be up to your neck in debt.

Well, at least I would still have my
house.

It's your only asset.

Even with the dot -com bust, your
property's doubled in value. You could

get $400 ,000 for it.

Even after you paid off your mortgage,
you would still have enough to cover all

of this.

There's got to be another way.

You'll start out with a clean slate.

And looking forward, your credit will be
triple A when you're ready to buy

again.

That's if we're ever able to buy again.
You will.

Consider yourself lucky. Sure doesn't
feel that way right now.

The presumptive test came back positive
for blood.

But not human blood.

USDA choice.

Any prints?

Nope, not even a partial.

Digital camera, digital photo printer.

About the size of your hand. He'd
probably crank these out right in his

Brave new world.

So what about the people in Mrs.
Stanton's life? Anybody interesting?

They're all hardworking, model citizens.

Every last one of them.

Just like the Stantons.

You know, he was a longshoreman, built a
major shipping empire.

She worked two jobs to help get him
started, and now the Stanton Corporation

worth $68 million.

Yeah. And Tess gets half if Rick works
out.

Right.

One of them dies, and the survivor takes
over. You think Rick hired someone to

do this?

I think if he wants to leave her, his
answer was $34 million.

Yeah, but that leaves him with his own
$34 million. I mean, how much money does

a guy need?

Don't lynch him just yet, ladies.

I checked around in some of the other
precincts that came up with that.

It's a convicted stalker with an all
-but -identical M .O.

This guy's name's Charlie Edgewater.

He's been out for two years on the rocky
road to reform.

He's currently...

employed by this organization called
Second Chance.

They're a group that's committed to
assisting ex -cons.

It also happens to be one of Rick
Stanton's favorite charities.

Charlie Edgewater, the San Francisco
police. Open up.

I haven't done anything.

I swear to God. It's taken everything in
me. I don't think Mr. Stanton would

agree. Oh, Mr. Stanton. Nate, we've got
to go.

2 -11 at the Stanton house.

Hey.

Looks like a home invasion robbery.

Where's Mr. Stanton? I want to talk to
him.

Well, actually, he's right behind you.

Dead. Dan?

Dan?

I'm sorry, I know this is hard, but we
need to talk. Important details can fade

quickly.

Can you tell us anything?

Give us a description of the person that
did this to you.

I don't know. I didn't see him.

Yeah, I was talking over his face, but
he was white.

About Rick.

It was dark. I saw it on the back of his
hands when he was beating me.

Rick saved my life.

The husband I accused of stalking me and
setting me up, he could have just let

that man walk out of the house with me,
but he didn't.

He saved my life.

Is there anything else that you can
remember about him? Any scars, any

identifying marks?

No.

We'll have an officer outside your room
in the hospital 24 -7. You'll be safe

there. I don't care.

I'll be by to see you later.

If you think of anything else in the
meantime, call me, okay?

If you find him, I'll know his voice is
supposed to be in your mind.

He lied to us, Charlie.

You do know the sentence.

I talked to the guy at Second Chance.
You were standing shoulder to shoulder

with them packing boxes for the food
bank. I don't know who you're talking

about. Maybe these will jog your memory.

She's a beautiful woman, Charlie. I
could understand.

How long have you been following her?
No, no, you're not going to do that to

okay? I don't do that anymore.

A woman like that looks right through
you.

She would piss me off. I didn't do it. I
didn't kill anybody. I was with my

buddy like I told you. Call him. Your
buddy from San Quentin? Lie number two.

He told us you two haven't seen each
other since you got out of prison.

He's scared, man. He doesn't want to get
caught. He doesn't want to go back in.

I swear to you, man, we weren't supposed
to meet, okay? We're breaking parole. I

admit it. I broke parole. You can lock
me up for that, but I didn't do no

murder, man. I didn't lay a hand on her.
Lie number three.

Ginny.

Ronnie, I would love to chat, but I got
a lot of paperwork to do.

I'm on my lunch hour. I don't have much
time.

Look, I don't know what happened between
you and Dad.

He's not eating, Jenny, and he's barely
getting out of bed.

All right, so, of course, this is my
fault, right?

So what are you afraid of? That I'll
give him another heart attack?

He's seven years old. It could happen.
You know what? Let me tell you

Ronnie. Before you, there were no heart
attacks, all right?

We were all doing just fine. Maybe not
perfect, but a hell of a lot better than

we're doing now.

I'm his daughter. Yeah, you know what? I
got the message. We all did.

Think this is easy?

Why don't you take a look at this?

This is his schedule of meds. The foods
he can and cannot eat.

His doctor's appointments.

His physical therapist's appointments.
And that's... Just for this week. Well,

wow, you got that down to a science.

No. This is just what being his daughter
is right now. Well, congratulations.

You win the prize. You get the gold
star.

What? I'm not competing with you. Oh, to
hell you're not.

You know what? I only got a little taste
of that psychobabble that you've been

feeding my father.

You're not competing?

Why don't you take a look at your own
life, Ronnie?

Analyze that.

I found a witness, one of the Stanton's
neighbors.

Mr. Green.

How do you do?

Pleased to meet you, Inspector.

I saw the whole thing.

Guy took off in a silver Dodge Neon.

Took some kind of mask off his feet.
Here's a preliminary.

It's not exactly a dead ringer, but it
doesn't exactly rule Charlie out.

He also got a partial plate, the letters
MVS, Mary Victor Sam, and the number 7.

The MV's all over it, code red. We
should hear something within an hour.

Well, let's see if we can make the news
at noon.

You kept the craftsman sconces and the
overhead lighting in their original

finishes. Yeah, they're beautiful. Why
not?

I also had the house rewired and
replumbed with copper piping right after

moved in.

What was that, five years ago?

Too bad you didn't upgrade the heating
system at the same time.

Well, if it had given me any trouble, I
would have. I mean, I never cut any

corners on this house.

Hardwood floors. Pretty nice woodwork
and built -ins, too. But Mrs.

Herrera, all this green paint.

The refrigerator's two years old, and
the stove and the dishwasher are

practically brand new.

Any idea what's under this linoleum?
Yeah, there's great ceramic tile they

in when they built the house in 1928.

I'd always planned on, um...

Did you notice the designer sink and the
fixtures?

In the bathroom as well.

Four small closets.

Well, I recommend you take up that
linoleum now and the vinyl tile in the

bathroom, too. And paint everything
white.

Paint everything?

Well, except the woodwork, of course.

Refinish the floors, pump up the
landscape to add to the curb appeal.

minute. Ms. Wee, you're here to help me
sell my house, not redecorate it for

somebody else.

I'm here to get us both as much money as
possible.

So invest a couple thousand dollars in
some elbow grease and I can up the price

of the house to $425 ,000.

That's what you want, isn't it?

What I want is $25 ,000 more.

Any calls coming in on this yet?

Troy's flooding in. He says Stanton
upped the reward to $250 ,000.

How are we doing on the suspect's car?

Well, if it was a rental or stolen, it
wasn't in this state.

I got a nationwide telepathic crime
bulletin out.

We're still working with the DND on the
Parker plate.

I'll bet all that's left of the car is a
carburetor and a couple of lug nuts on

their way to Hong Kong.

Well, I got a word out to our CIs who
covered the chop shops.

What about Charlie Edgewater?

This guy's buddy has flip -flopped on
his alibi so many times, we've lost

Well, I'll put him on a lineup.

Maybe that nice Mr. Green can put him
back in San Quentin.

I recognize the man in the sketch right
away.

Same eyes, mouth, dark hair, 5 '10".
Lisa, look, you don't have to

convince me. There is a resemblance.

But is there any other reason why you
think your brother -in -law did this?

I don't think it's him.

I know it.

As soon as I saw the sketch on the news,
I said, that's Tom.

Tom Lazario, he works down at the Blue
Bar.

I'm sensing you don't like the guy.

But we're going to need a little more
than that before we hand over any

This isn't about the money.

Keep the reward.

I hate Tom Lazario.

He made my sister's life a living hell.

Ten years of abuse, making her feel like
she was less than nothing.

Look, I agree, he sounds like a bum,
but, you know, the man we're looking for

responsible for a very brutal assault
and homicide.

Perhaps if your sister got some
counseling... My sister's dead, Victor.

Miranda was murdered in a carjacking six
months ago.

It was in New York.

But I'll go to my grave knowing he was
involved somehow.

I, um... I'm very sorry for your loss.

But... I just don't see anything at this
time that connects your brother -in

-law to the crime.

I had to work for the man who was
killed.

Look,

I was in New York when my wife was
killed.

We did a full investigation.

Prince, DNA.

Yeah, we know all about that, Tom.

Can you do a sound check this time
before we start the performance?

No problem.

So what do you want from me now?

I had nothing to do with it. Who said
you did?

Obviously my wife's sister.

Where were you last night?

Just where I'd like to be right now.

Home. Alone.

Anybody see you?

Nope. I'm a bit of a loner these days.

Must be hard losing your wife.

Yeah.

My wife is a beautiful woman.

Inside now.

Much too good for me.

That didn't stop you from putting her in
the ER a few times a year, though.

And now Rick Stanton is dead.

Rick Stanton? Why would I kill him?

You said you killed him.

I don't know, Tom.

Beautiful woman inside and out.

Rich, powerful boss. Jealous guy like
you. Wouldn't be the first time

like that's happened.

You know something I don't know? Not
yet.

Give us a reason not to like you for
this.

Somebody you talked to last night around
8.

Pizza delivery guy.

You ordered Girl Scout cookies.
Anything.

We've got a witness who can place you
there.

Now, we're willing to work with you.

You know, once you're ID'd and the
system starts moving, it doesn't stop.

So now's your chance to tell us your
side of the story before we take it to

DA. You know, Tom, not every death is a
homicide.

So why don't you tell us what happened?

Next thing, you'll be accusing me of
killing Jimmy Hoffa. That's real clever.

I tell you what, why don't we clear all
this up right now? Have a little line

-up. Innocent guy like you wouldn't
object to that, huh?

Ben, wait. Hold on. Ben.

What's going on?

Mom, what's he doing?

Benjamin. Ben, Ben, Ben. Oh, no. Wait a
minute.

This is a mistake. This is our house.
I'm sorry.

Babe, listen to me.

It's not a mistake, sweetie. I was going
to tell you after school.

We're selling our house? We have to.

But where are we going to live?

What about my room?

What about all my friends?

What about my fish?

No, baby. Listen to me. You've got to
trust me.

Okay?

You have to trust Mommy Benjamin.

Daddy, stop him. I promise you, it's
going to be fine, baby Benjamin.

Liar!

Number one.

You want me to ask him to move forward?

No.

It's him.

Take your time.

I don't need to.

It's him.

We got him in the car.

Who's gonna move down the road?

I'm so sorry. If we could have put this
off for a few days, we would have.

I'll have to face him eventually.

Don't worry about me.

I'm not the victim here.

This time, I'm the one with the power of
life and death.

Could I be his hand, number one?

Hold your hands up, palms facing you.

We have to ask them all.

Have him stay.

Number one, please repeat the phrase,
you're mine.

You're mine.

Louder.

Louder.

You're mine.

Mrs. Stanton.

It's not him.

Well, bad news.

Just got a report on a license plate 3
Mary Victor Sam 527.

The one Mr. Green saw on the silver
neon. Why is that bad news?

Because it belongs to a blue 87 Camry.
Plates were stolen the morning of the

Stanton murder.

He screws it right onto the car, then
unscrews it after the crime.

So now we're looking for a silver neon
license plate anyone's guess.

And we just bid farewell to Charlie.

Another dead -end test barely even gave
him a look.

Oh, come on, Mr. Green gave us a
positive ID on Tom Lazario.

And Tess positively disagreed.

Well, I agree with Mr. Green. So what?
He's 80 years old. He's convinced he saw

Tom Lazario.

So am I.

It was dark. The car was speeding by,
100 feet away.

She may not have seen his face, but
nobody was closer to the killer than

Stanton. Now, I had a dream about Tom
Lazario last night.

We both got on BART at the same station.
The doors closed. He sat right across

from me. Like in the interrogation room.
And he looked right at me, and he

laughed, and he laughed.

You know, trains are supposed to be
sexual in trains.

There's nothing sexy about it.

I really thought we had him. Well, don't
get stuck on a guy on a train. Stay

with the silver car.

Oh, you mean all 300 ,000 registered in
the state?

What we got.

All we got.

Inspector, I found out... Did you think
I wouldn't find out? Mr. Crane... You

let that killer go.

You didn't believe a word I said.

No, that's not true.

He's an old man. He's feeble -minded,
half -blind. That's what you think.

But let me tell you something.

Now, you probably think I'm making this
up, too. But I was a sharpshooter in

World War II.

Now, I know that goes back some time,
but my mind is every bit as sharp today.

Tell me what that sign says over there.
What sign?

Wanted, fugitive, James J.

Bolger. Murder, 18 counts, narcotics
distribution, extortion.

What, Mr. Green?

I know what I saw.

Now, you don't want to believe me, then
don't believe me.

Okay, I just got off the phone with a
Mrs. Cawley from the Stanton's

Please tell me she saw a man in the
middle of her car.

Not quite.

But I did get an earful about Tess.

A couple months back, Tess took a
sledgehammer in a crew of about six guys

destroyed the Colley's brand -new
Riverstone wall while they were away on

vacation.

Apparently the wall was about a half
-inch over the property line.

You're waiting for legal remedies to
kick in? Not with Tess.

She's a woman who takes no prisoners.

At least, that's what they say on Knob
Hill.

Here's the spackle, the granite
sandpaper, and that glue tape.

Great.

Hey, Ma, look.

What do you think?

The paint for the bedrooms will be ready
at 6, so I'll just pick them up after

work. Hey, Ma, come on.

What? It's not the end.

I mean, come on, we'll buy another
house, don't worry.

You know what that tells me, Gabe?

Then I'm going to have to take care of
this problem just like I have to take

care of every other problem in our
lives.

Oh, you know what? I'm going to let that
one pass.

Of course you are, Gabe.

Easy come, easy go.

Everything's so damn easy for you. You
know something? You don't even know what

you're talking about, Meg. Did it ever
occur to you once that it felt really

good for a Ramirez to own something more
than just a second -hand car? You know

something? Whatever it is, you, always
the hero of the story. That's right.

Damn straight, Gabe.

Let me tell you something.

You are only putting paint on these
walls, okay?

I gave this house my blood!

We spent the afternoon at Rick Stanton's
office, poring over his financial life.

Rick was hiding assets, transferring
everything that he and Tess owned

and into his own name.

Think he was planning on leaving her?

Yes, I do. And I think she found out
about it. And I think she hired someone

kill him, someone like Tom Lazario, the
man she couldn't identify. I mean, we

had an unequivocal ID until that woman
walked into the room.

And Mr. Green is still 100 % convinced
that Lazario was the man that he saw.

you think she planned the whole thing?

Photos, phone calls, everything?

Yeah. I mean, like the way that Charlie
Edgewater fell right into our laps, a

convicted stalker with an identical M
.O. We had it backwards. It wasn't

Charlie knew Tess. It was that Tess knew
Charlie.

I think she planned the whole thing
right down to the beating, and Lazario

her junior partner.

Yeah, you want to put Tom and Tess in on
this together, you've got to connect

some dots.

Well, we know that Tom's wife temped for
Rick Stanton.

She temped for him for two months.

And off of that, you're saying what?
That Tom and Tess met maybe at the

Christmas party and planned a double
murder over a couple of martinis? You've

got to do better than that. I can.

Rick Stanton kept a place over on Baker
Street. Used it as a corporate retreat

for out -of -town guests.

Although I should say guests.

Oh, well, there's Rick Stanton and
Miranda Lazario, Tom's wife.

There's pictures of Rick and Miranda all
over the apartment.

Obviously sees a lot more than a temp.

And now they're both dead. And each of
their spouses has the perfect alibi.

Unless they traded murders.

Traded murders.

Tess kills Miranda, Tom kills Rick.

Just like strangers on a train.

Classic Hitchcock film.

Well, I can see Tess planning this whole
thing, even hiring someone, but do you

really believe she killed a woman in
cold blood?

I can give you 68 million reasons why.

I bet you Tom has a piece of it.

Well, even if Tom and Tess knew about
the affair, motive isn't enough. You've

got to put them together.

On the phone, in a restaurant, coffee
shop, or even on BART.

Just like your dream.

Oh, Captain.

Did the cops catch him in that movie?

Back then?

Sure.

Back then.

They always got the bad guys.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

What's the matter?

When do we have to get out of here?

Well, it could take a couple of months.

I mean...

First somebody has to buy the house, and
then a bunch of legal stuff has to

happen. And then we move to that great
apartment.

Benjamin, you're going to love it. They
even have a gym there.

Like it's the best thing that ever
happened.

That's not how you feel, Mom.

Well, you know, it's not the worst, and
it's not the best.

It's terrible.

I mean, everybody knows you love this
house.

You wouldn't have to sell it if I didn't
get sick.

Hey, hey, don't say that, all right?
Please, don't ever say that, Benjamin.

I would give up a million houses for
you.

Come over here.

I would live in a tent if that's what it
took to get you better.

Do you hear me?

Yes.

Compared to you, this house means
nothing to me, Benjamin.

Nothing.

Give Mommy a hug.

I love you. I love you too, baby.

single phone call between Tess and Tom.

How did these people communicate?

Homing pigeons?

I'm really, uh, trying to get a sinking
feeling here. Don't say that. It's way

too early for that.

What really gets me is how she
manipulated us.

So frightened and all that crap about
her husband and leading us straight to

Charlie and we went right for it.

We won't tell anyone about that. And the
lineup. I'd love to just nail her for

that lineup.

She's not going to get away with it.

Neither of them are.

All right? The answer is in here
somewhere.

And we're going to find it.

Tomorrow.

We're going to get them?

We're going to get them.

I got it.

July 17th.

Tess was enjoying an ultra spa at the
Aurora Inn.

Tom was filling up at a narco in Sonoma,
60 miles away.

60 miles?

Gee, they were almost on top of each
other. Hold on. Tom was at the gas

on his way to the Aurora Inn, where he
paid cash for one night's stay, and they

checked out within 15 minutes of each
other.

Hitchcock would be proud.

They found the silver car.

You found the car. Did you find him too?
Do you know who did it?

Well, actually, there were two of them.

Two men were stalking me? Is that
unusual?

In my experience, it's a first.

One of them was Tom Lazario, the man
from the lineup.

That's impossible.

It wasn't his hands. It wasn't his
voice. It wasn't him. I don't think

true.

You said there were two.

He could have been the other one, I
guess.

No.

Because the other one was you.

You must be joking.

I understand why you did it.

You made everything possible for Rick.
You gave him everything.

And he turned around and he gave it to
another woman.

You're wrong.

My husband loved me.

See?

We know all about Rick and Randall and
Dario.

Nobody blames you, Tess.

Another week alive, he would have left
you with nothing.

So why don't you just tell me what
happened?

Rick hurt me many times during our
marriage.

I admit that.

But in the end, he saved my life.

He loved me as much as I loved him.

And you're good.

But you made one mistake. You trusted a
man like Tom Lazario.

And he's not so smart.

You know what's going on in that room
next door, Tom?

She gave you up.

She took one look at that car and you...
What car?

She said she made a mistake with the
lineup.

You're the guy.

Don't give me that crap.

Look, I don't care what you two agreed
to, what the plan was, what she promised

you. There's a new plan now, and it's
plan S, for surprise.

Um...

What

we need is one hair in the back, one
fingerprint, one speck of blood.

Give me a break.

Good night.

DA's coming down for Stanton. I need
you.

She's a damn liar.

Well, guess what, buddy?

She's put you there, and that car's
gonna put you there, too.

So speak up now, man.

You're playing for your life. You got
one car.

Test Stanton.

It was her idea, and she killed my wife.
Just say it.

See, that's the problem with
partnerships. You're not in control.

You told him to use cash.

He used a credit card.

He led us right to you.

I've never met Tom Lazario. I've never
seen him before.

What'd you tell him to do with the car?

Where'd you tell him to take it?

To a chop shop less than a mile from
here?

I don't think so.

What on earth is a chop shop?

See, a man that sloppy, a man that
careless left something behind in the

Fingerprints? Sweat?

That's all it takes.

And once we have him, we have you.

Which is the other problem with
partnerships.

They rarely survive the threat of the
death penalty.

He's gonna give you up.

If you're so confident, what do you need
me for?

To make a deal before this Lothario
character does?

I don't make the deals.

That's between your lawyer and the DA.

Now, if you want, I can get your lawyer
on the phone.

That little trick won't work with me.

I think she's enjoying this.

Did you talk to Raina?

Yeah, she came up short at the Aurora
and nobody saw Tess and Tom together.

Tess knows she's walking out of here if
Tom doesn't crack.

Yeah, he's not cracking.

away with this.

Walk out of here with $68 million.

It's not over.

Yeah, it is.

The car came back clean as a whistle.

We got nothing.

So work with that.

You're done, buddy.

We found a print. What are you talking
about? I bet you never thought your

life would rest on a single little print
on the back of a Rivian mirror.

What were you doing? Checking yourself
out?

Huh? See how good you look? Give me a
minute.

Time's up, Tommy.

Now, come on. What do you got for me?

I know you kept something. Something in
her handwriting. Insurance so she

wouldn't sell you out.

Huh? That she'd pay you.

Now's the time to use it, man.

Be smart. Save yourself.

From what?

I'll cut the cute stuff, man.

All right? I don't need it. Now, I'm
going to go down to the DA's office

now and beg for your immunity. But do
not let her walk out of here leaving you

holding the bag.

I don't have the slightest idea what
you're talking about.

I really wish I could help you guys.

You should have had him.

Yeah. I don't know how, but we should
have.

They have unfinished business.

He hasn't been paid yet.

They'll turn on each other.

We'll see them again.

Ha ha, this is great.

You really went all out.

It's, uh, you know, spaghetti and
meatballs.

I got the, uh, the sauce, Dominic's.

Dominic's. You can never go wrong with
Dominic's.

Well, you know, Jack, really, he should
be home any minute, so... I feel like a

kid. I hope he likes me.

I hope you like him.

Oh, I'm gonna like him fucking.

Uh, can I get you something?

Maybe an iced tea, or... No, I'll wait.

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