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(soft music)

(soft upbeat music)

- [Technician 2] Hello, I see you too.

What's he doing?

- A nice guy.

- Get outta there.

(soft upbeat music)

No, no.

(soft dramatic music)

- [Technician 1] Go to the fountain camera.

- [Technician 2] You got it.

(soft dramatic music)

(computer beeping)

- [Technician 1] Louis Sabo.

(people chattering)

Micky Zambini.

(computer beeping)

Paul Ferraro.

Everybody's here.

- [Technician 2] Everybody who is somebody.

(soft dramatic music)

- You see what I see?

- I see it, but I don't believe it.

- [Technician 1] You better call Stamos.

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

- I'm trying to have my lunch here.

What?

Are you sure?

Well you better not lose him.

I'll be a son of a bitch.

Oompa!

(dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

- State attorney general's office.

- Hello, Helen.

- Good morning, Mr. Stamos.

Please go right in.

- It's a ceremony that symbolized the passing of an era.

Funeral services were held yesterday for Leona Mancini,

widow of infamous mafia don Carlo Mancini.

Mrs. Mancini died of heart failure on Tuesday.

Her health had declined steadily since the disappearance

in 1988 or her youngest son, Johnny,

who is still sought on murder charges.

Leona Mancini, dead at the age of 78.

- Paul Richards, this is Lou Stamos, head of SIU.

Paul's with the Fugitive Unit.

He's going to provide you with surveillance and backup.

- We can use all the help we can get.

- For someone who's found the longest-standing fugitive

on our 12 Most Wanted List, I would say you're being modest.

- I just got lucky.

- Well, I'm looking forward to working with you.

You're something of a legend around here.

- Really?

Maybe I should ask for a raise, uh?

- (laughs) Stop dreaming, Louis. Fill us in.

- Okay.

He checked into the Days Inn under the name

Richard Cosgrove of Grand Rapids, Michigan.

No rental cars, no credit cards,

paid for everything in cash.

He went directly from the funeral to the airport,

where he disappeared into a men's room,

ditched the disguise, then came out

looking 40 years younger.

(soft music)

- [Thomas] The disguise, did you retrieve it?

- Yes, we did, along with his garment bag

and a nine-millimeter Beretta, the mob weapon of choice.

We think that he ditched the clip

on the way to the airport.

The gun was unloaded.

- Where did he end up?

- Well, he took a 4:30 plane to Philadelphia,

caught a connecting flight to Raleigh-Durham

and then drove 110 miles

to the town of Thomasville, North Carolina,

where it appears our friend has been living

at 84 Wheaton Street for the last 13 years.

- [Thomas] As Richard Cosgrove?

- No, as James Stockton.

He's married, has a daughter,

owns a construction business with his brother-in-law.

He's got a driver's license, a Social Security number.

He's even registered to vote.

Democrat.

- Do you think he's told his wife the truth?

- Would you?

(soft music)

(family chattering)

- Okay, just handle it carefully.

Don't let this choirboy act fool you.

He's killed before, and if he has to, he'll do it again.

- [Lou] I'll call you in a couple of days.

(crowd cheering)

- [Umpire] Ball, high.

- Come on, Will, you can do it now. Just throw strikes.

(crowd cheering)

- Ball Four, take your base.

- Yeah, yes, good, good.

- Robby.

What do you think?

- He's toast.

- Yeah.

Time, blue.

- Time.

- It's okay, Will, you pitched a good game.

- [Announcer] Now pitching for Del's

Diamondbacks, Stacy Stockton.

(crowd cheering and applauding)

- God, I hate it when he does this.

Why does he always put her in when the game is on the line?

- Because she always come through.

Hey, you're the only one that's nervous here.

10 bucks says my niece strikes this bozo out.

- [Lisa] Well, I'm not gonna best against my own daughter.

- [Ellie] Come on, I'll give you odds.

Gotta win back some of that money I lost at Casino Night.

You shoulda come.

- James didn't get back from Raleigh until after seven.

- He stayed there overnight.

Nick said this was a simple bid.

- Yes, well, it was, but apparently there was someone

they wanted him to meet from the Landlord Commission

who was only available on Friday.

- Aha. You're so trusting.

- Well, because there's no reason for me not to be trusting.

- As far as you know.

- Okay, Tiger, one more out and we go home.

- I don't know. He's kinda big.

- Come on now, it's just another game,

and he's just another ...

He is kinda big.

Listen, you remember that big kid on the Cubs?

The one who called you Baby Doll?

- [Stacy] Yeah.

- Pretend he's the same kid.

(crowd cheering)

- [Announcer] Bases loaded, two outs.

- Come on, kiddo, you can do it.

(crowd cheering)

- Wow.

- Where are you going?

- I can't watch this.

- You're such a wuss.

- All right, Josh, you can do it.

- Ball.

- It's all right, Tiger, it's all right.

Bear down now, bear down.

- Can you see the scoreboard?

- It was a strike.

Bases loaded, two outs, the count is one and two.

- Okay, thanks. Thank you.

- Hey, which one is yours?

- She's pitching.

- Well I don't think you have anything to worry about.

- Yeah, okay.

(bat striking ball)

- Foul ball!

- Yipes.

- Yipes?

(crowd cheering)

(laughing)

You can look now. She struck him out.

(cheering)

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's just that she struck him out.

- [Announcer] Final score, Del's Diamondbacks three,

White Sox two.

(cheering)

- Nice game, Stockton.

- Well, Jake, thanks very much.

- She's got a hell of a curveball.

- Oh yes she does.

- [Jake] Hey, Stacy, can I ask you something?

- Sure.

- Don't you get tired of hanging around

all these boys all the time?

- Only when we lose.

- [Lisa] Nice try, Jake.

- See ya.

- Bye, Ellie. - Bye, Ellie.

- [Ellie] See ya.

- Well, babe, you missed another exciting finish.

(chuckling)

- You put me through another game like this,

you're gonna have to take me away in a stretcher.

(laughing)

Sometimes I think you enjoy torturing me.

(fans chattering)

(engine starting)

(soft mysterious music)

- We got a problem with our phones?

- No, not that I know of.

(soft mysterious music)

- Something wrong with the line?

- No, sir. We're just upgrading the equipment.

We're doing the whole neighborhood.

(microwave whirring)

- Anybody from the phone company call and say

they'd be upgrading equipment?

- No, but they never do.

- Dammit.

- Oh no, James, not again.

I mean, why does that keep happening?

- I gotta put in a bigger breaker.

- Oh, and when will that be?

- Soon as I get some time.

- Okay, it's just that every time I wanna use the microwave,

I'm gonna end up in the dark.

- Babe, let me go reset the switch, and I promise you,

tomorrow, I will switch out the breaker, okay?

- Oh, hey, who do you know in Atlantic City?

- Nobody, why?

- You made a call from your cellphone to Atlantic City.

- When?

- Last Wednesday.

- Wednesday?

Oh, you know, there's a fixture supplier we've been talking

about working with up there, maybe I called them.

(man shouting instructions)

- Hey, you guys, make sure we get the upstairs framing done.

All right, before you hang those things.

- [Worker] We already got a good start on it.

Now, get the other one there.

- [James] Well, we'll have to forget about it, yeah.

- We got a problem.

- Listen, Charlie, can I call you back in a few minutes?

Yeah, thanks a lot.

What's up, Nick?

- I just came from Burt Stone's office.

Says the city council's considering

a moratorium on all new construction.

- You're kidding me.

Thank God we got our permits, uh?

- Yeah, well, here's the thing, Jimmy.

We got permits on the work we started.

We don't have permits on the four lots that we cleared.

- I thought you were gonna pull them all at once.

- I didn't think I had to.

- Nobody's gonna buy land they can't build on, Nick.

If those balloon payments come due,

we don't have payments, we're screwed.

- I know, but I think it's too early to panic.

Burt says he doesn't even think the votes are there.

You know, we might have to do a little lobbying.

I don't know, maybe this thing'll just take care of itself.

- Nothing takes care of itself, Nick.

Look, call the bank.

See if they'll be willing to cut us some slack.

I'll go down to the zoning commission

and try and get us an exemption.

- I'm sorry, man.

I just didn't see this coming.

- We'll work it out somehow.

Don't forget to call the bank.

I'll be back in a couple hours.

- Yeah.

(door closing)

- Okay now, once you've added your image tag,

preview it in the browser and move on to the next step.

(school bell ringing)

- [Students] Aw.

- Aw.

Okay, well, don't forget to shut down,

and we'll continue this on Wednesday.

(phone ringing)

- Do you want me to get that?

No, that's your father's business line.

Let the machine pick it up.

- [James On Recording] You've reached Stockton-Holling

Construction, please leave a message.

(machine beeping)

- [Rita] Mr. Stockton, this is Rita Walters calling

from the Lane/Mordecai Project in Raleigh.

I called to thank you again for coming up last weekend.

We're just sorry you weren't able to stay over

to meet with Bruce Moffett on Friday.

But he would like to reschedule, so if you'll call me back

I'll set up that meeting as soon as possible.

Thank you so much.

(soft mysterious music)

- [Woman] Days Inn, Atlantic City. Can I help you?

(phone beeping)

(soft mysterious music)

- Mom, can I have a new bike?

- No.

- Why not?

- Stacy, because you have a perfectly good bike.

- But all my friends have mountain bikes.

- Stacy, we've had this discussion before.

You'll get a new bike when you outgrow

the one that you have.

- Well what if I pay for half of it with my own money?

- I said no!

And I meant no. Now, I don't wanna talk about this anymore.

- What was that all about?

- A new bike.

- Oh, well, you know, she's probably due

for a new one anyway.

- You know what? I've dealt with this.

The last thing I need is for you to come in here

and undo what I just said to her.

- What's the matter?

- What were you doing in Raleigh?

- Raleigh? What does this have to do with Raleigh?

- I just find it really hard to believe that it took

you two days to bid on a simple renovation.

- Nothing simple about this job.

I told you, I had to meet with five different people.

Why are you giving me the third degree here?

- Because I think that there's something

you're not telling me.

- What?

What? Do you think I'm seeing another woman?

- The thought did cross my mind.

- Well you are dead wrong.

- [Lisa] What is it, Stacy?

- Why are you guys fighting?

- We're not fighting. We're just discussing something.

- Wanna go outside and play some catch,

work on your changeup?

- Yeah, okay.

- Okay.

We through with this discussion?

- Looks that way.

- Be out in a minute.

You know, I think you're spending

too much time with your sister.

(soft mysterious music)

(machine beeping)

- [Rita] Mr. Stockton, this is Rita Walters

calling from the Lane/Mordecai Project--

(soft mysterious music)

(doors closing)

(soft mysterious music)

I called to thank you again for coming up last weekend.

We're just sorry you weren't able to stay over

to meet with Bruce Moffett on Friday, but--

(soft mysterious music)

(knocking on door)

- [James] Yeah.

- Are you coming or not?

- Yeah, sorry, Tiger. I'll be right out.

- [Machine] Message erased.

- [Stacy] Hey, who turned out the lights?

- [Lisa] James?

- Yeah?

- What are you doing down there?

- Changing out a circuit breaker?

- How long are we gonna be in the dark up here?

- Not long.

(crickets chirping)

- [Announcer] This evening so far

have been scored with two men out.

We got the same situation--

(crickets chirping)

(shower running)

(soft mysterious music)

(shower stopping)

(exhaling)

(soft mysterious music)

(computer whirring)

(soft mysterious music)

(men chattering)

- Hey, Linda. - Hey.

- Come on, come on. How you doing? Good.

- There he is, there's the man.

Let's hear it for the coach!

(diners applauding)

- All right, all right. Thank you, thank you.

Del, you gotta stop doing that

every time I come in here, buddy.

- How you doing?

- I'm all right. How you doing, George?

- That's one hell of a curveball.

- Yes, it is, uh?

- Just make sure she keeps her arm healthy

for the rest of the season, all right.

- Don't worry about that.

- Hey, I set aside your table for you already,

but I think Mr. Cosgrove got tired of waiting,

so he went ahead and ordered.

- Who?

- Mr. Cosgrove. Said you'd meet him here for lunch.

- Del, you know, I left something in my truck.

I'll be right back.

- [Del] All right.

- Stick around, Coach.

You've been invited to stay for lunch.

I suggest you accept the invitation.

- If I refuse?

- Well, then I gotta pull my badge and my cuffs,

and I gotta arrest you right here

in front of all your friends and neighbors.

It's up to you, Johnny.

- Okay.

(soft mysterious music)

- Way to go, Coach.

- Hey, great call.

- Way to go, hey.

(soft mysterious music)

- Hello, Johnny. It's been a long time.

Sit down.

You know, the food here is quite good.

- So what can I get you to eat today, Jimmy?

- Nothing, Del, thanks. I'm not staying long.

- [Del] All right. How about you, sir?

- No, just coffee.

- So how was your sandwich, Mr. Cosgrove?

- Del, this might just have been the best

Carolina Classic I've had since I've been here.

- [Del] Glad to hear it. Can I get you anything else?

- Just the check.

- Nope, nope.

When you're eating with Jimmy, you eat for free.

It's on the house.

- Really?

(laughs) I guess it's my lucky day.

Thank you very much.

- My pleasure.

- All right, you know, you got a great thing going here.

Good business, beautiful wife.

A winning baseball team (chuckles).

Your kid's got a hell of an arm.

Everybody loves you.

You really got them snowed, don't you?

- Fuck you, Stamos.

- Well you've got a lotta attitude

for a guy who's facing a murder warrant.

I say we arrest the son of a bitch right here now.

- Not just yet.

Where's the ledger, Johnny?

- What makes you think I have it?

- You can test my patience,

but don't insult my intelligence.

- What are you, uh, offering in return?

- If you give me the ledger, I'm prepared to walk away

from here and forget that Johnny Mancini ever existed.

- You expect me to believe that?

- That's the deal that I'm authorized to make,

and it comes directly from the attorney general.

- Well now you've insulted my intelligence,

because you know damn well that the moment

I turn over that ledger, I'm a dead man.

- Not necessarily.

You don't really have a whole lot of options.

You can refuse to give it to me, in which case,

I arrest you and we go back to New Jersey.

Or you can try to make a run for it

and leave your whole family behind.

Or you could always tell your wife the truth.

Now there's an idea.

I'm sure you'll find a way to make her understand

why you been lying to her for all these years.

Maybe even convince her that the whole family

should make a run for it.

But somehow she doesn't strike me as the type

that would want to live the rest of her life as a fugitive.

Now, I think door number one is the best way to go.

You don't have to decide right now.

Why don't you take some time to think about it?

I'll give you 48 hours.

One o'clock Thursday, this offer officially expires.

Either I leave here with the ledger, or I leave with you.

(soft music)

- Are we finished?

- Unless you've changed your mind

and decided to have some lunch.

Oh, and, and, Johnny.

Don't even think of running.

I won't make the same mistake twice.

(soft mysterious music)

- I don't get it, am I missing something here

or are you completely outta your mind?

- Patience, my friend, is a virtue

I'm afraid you sorely lack.

- You been trying to nail this prick for 14 years,

and now you're gonna let him get away with murder

for the sake of some ledger?

- This isn't just any ledger.

We get our hands on this ledger,

and we take down the entire Mancini family.

And who says I'm gonna let him get away with anything?

(soft mysterious music)

(horns honking)

(soft mysterious music)

- [James] Where's Stacy?

- She's at Rachel's.

- What's the matter?

- Who is she, James?

- Where'd you get that?

- I found it in your wallet.

- My wallet. What were you doing in my wallet?

- I'm sorry, but if you had been more honest I wouldn't

have to resort to something like this.

- I don't believe this.

You have no right to invade my privacy like that.

- Who is she, James?

- Lisa, this has nothing to do with you.

- No, it has everything to do with me. Now who is she?

- You think you got this all figured out, don't you?

Well let me tell you something. You don't have a clue.

- Then why don't you enlighten me?

Why don't you tell me what this woman's picture

was doing in your wallet?

What's her name?

- Greta Sands.

- Were you in love with her?

- We were engaged to be married.

- Then why have you never mentioned her?

- It ended badly.

- Then why do you have her picture in your wallet?

- Lisa, I don't know.

I forgot I even had it.

- And you've never seen her again?

- Never.

Look at me.

This is the last time I'm gonna say this.

I am not seeing another woman.

- Okay.

- [Nick] Who is she?

- Her name is Greta Sands, and he said he was engaged

to her back in Chicago.

- Do you think Jimmy's still seeing her?

- He says he hasn't seen her since we've been married.

- Well then, I think you oughta believe him.

Lisa.

James may have his faults, but I don't think I've ever

so much as seen him look at another woman.

- You know what? I'd like to believe him.

He's just making it really difficult.

- Why? What else is going on?

- The day before he left for Raleigh, he made a telephone

call from his cellphone to a motel in Atlantic City.

- So?

- The picture was taken in Atlantic City.

- Oh, guys, I'm really uncomfortable

having this conversation.

- Oh, okay, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to involve the two of you.

- Lise, don't say that.

If you can't come to us, who can you come to?

- Well, it's just ...

It's driving me crazy, because I feel like there were never

any secrets between the two of us, and now I feel like,

I feel like I don't believe anything he says.

- Nick, what about Sam Jeter?

- No, honey, I don't think so.

- Who?

- Sam Jeter is a guy I went to high school with.

Lives down in Wilmington, he's a private investigator.

- Couldn't you just send him this picture,

and he could find out who that girl is?

(sighing)

- Are you really sure you wanna pursue this?

- Yeah. Yeah, I do.

- What time are they taking the vote?

What if they're not willing to amend it?

You're damn right we're screwed.

Why would they be willing to give us an exemption?

No, no, look, Nick, Nick.

Just do whatever the hell you want.

(soft mysterious music)

- Charlie Tobin please.

- What next, Coach?

- Take another round of infield,

and then get some batting practice.

- You got it.

- Hey, Charlie, James Stockton.

You know, listen, those four properties

that you keep bugging me about?

Mm-hm.

Well they're obviously not worth what they were last week,

but you line me up a buyer in the next couple days,

he can pretty much name his price.

- [Robby] Go to first now.

- Well, sooner the better.

Yeah, thanks, Charlie.

(bat striking ball)

- Her full name was Greta Catherine Sands.

She grew up in Connecticut, she went to school at Princeton.

She died before you guys ever met.

- I wonder why he never told me that.

- She was murdered, Lisa.

- She was murdered?

And she was engaged to James?

- Well here's the wrinkle.

Jeter says that she was engaged to be married

when she died, but it wasn't to Jimmy.

- I don't understand.

- You ever heard the name Carlo Mancini?

- No.

- This guy Carlo Mancini was the head

of a notorious East Coast crime family.

According to Jeter, his youngest son, a kid named

Johnny Mancini, was in love with this woman

and they were engaged to be married when she died.

- What does this have to do with James?

- 14 years ago, this Johnny Mancini disappeared, Lise.

Disappeared. No one's seen or heard from him since.

- You're not thinking that--

- I don't know what to think.

How much do we really now about Jimmy's life

before he showed up here?

I mean, he says he's from Chicago,

and as far as I know he's never been back.

- Because everyone in his family is dead.

- He never even talks about them.

Don't you think that's odd?

- You know what? You're starting to sound a lot like Ellie.

Now, I know his life has hardly been an open book,

but I've been living with the man for 13 years.

He's been a great husband, and he's been a great father.

All this about, suddenly, he's a gangster,

I'm sorry, it just doesn't compute.

- Yeah, I know.

(sighing)

You know, maybe Jeter's just totally off-base on this.

- Well he has to be.

Did he say why this guy disappeared?

- They were just about to arrest him

for his girlfriend's murder.

(soft mysterious music)

- I don't believe this is happening.

- Listen, Jeter said that he would try and dig up

a photo of this Johnny Mancini.

Until he does, I think we just,

we just have to keep this between ourselves

and act as if nothing has changed.

(crowd cheering)

- Strike Two!

Ball Three.

Ball Four, take your base.

(crowd booing)

- Blue, wake up!

- He went around, ump.

- Did he go?

- You gotta be kidding me.

Open your eyes, would you?

Come on, happened right in front of you.

You don't have to talk to him.

- Take a seat, Coach.

- The guy hasn't given us one decent call all day long.

(crowd chattering)

- [Announcer] Runners at first and third, one out.

- Let's get two now, infield, let's get two.

(crowd chattering)

- Ball.

Safe!

- No way. What's the matter with you, are you blind?

The throw was there, the tag was there, he was out.

Look at me, dammit, I'm talking to you.

- Listen, Coach, I know this is a big game.

You better get in the dugout and sit down right now

or I'm gonna have to throw you outta here.

- Come on, Coach, it's all right.

We'll get it back next inning.

- Son of a bitch, I've seen better umpires in T-ball.

- That's it, you're gone!

- You're not throwing me out. You're not throwing me out.

Geez, Robby, I'm sorry. Are you okay?

Huh?

- Yeah.

- It's just a game, Coach.

- Think you can run the rest of the game?

- I guess so.

- It's all yours.

(soft music)

- Let's play ball.

(soft dramatic music)

- All right, let's go, Diamondbacks! Come on!

- Ah.

(horn honking)

Aw, dammit. Come on!

No no no, wait a second. You gotta back up.

What is this?

- Well either your watch broke

or you forgot how to tell time.

You missed a deadline.

- Tell Stamos I need more time.

- Why don't you tell him yourself?

Just follow the car in front of you.

(soft mysterious music)

(arguing)

- How stupid can you be? What's the matter with you?

Get some sense into your head.

- I need more time. Don't tell me!

- I'm telling you, you better show up.

(soft dramatic music)

No no, no no, let him go.

(engine starting)

- Well I hope to hell you know what you're doing.

- We just need to give him a little more rope,

and, believe me, he'll hang himself.

- All right.

(dog barking)

(soft dramatic music)

- Dad?

- I'm sorry, Tiger.

- What happened?

- Well, I did exactly what I've always told you

not to do, I lost my cool.

Embarrassed you and your mother, I let the team down.

- We won the game.

- You did?

- Yeah, we came back and tied it in the sixth.

Then Robby put on a squeeze play, and it worked.

- That's great.

- Yeah, so, we play again next week. Will you be there?

- I'll be there.

(soft piano music)

- Are you gonna come have supper?

- Yeah, I'll be in in a minute.

(soft piano music)

- Wow.

This detective, you think he's still around?

Yeah, how do you spell his name?

- Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, let me know if you track him down.

Really?

When's it dated?

No, actually, Sam, could you send me a copy of the clipping?

No, I'd rather you send it as an attachment to an email.

Can you do that? You got my address?

Yeah, that's it. Yeah, thanks, Sam.

Uh-huh, yeah. Uh-huh, me too.

All right, I'll talk to you soon.

- Doing some more high-powered lobbying there, Nick?

- Jimmy, I made a mistake. I'm trying to fix it.

I don't know what else you want from me.

- I'm seeing Charlie Tobin at four o'clock.

I'm gonna sell those empty lots.

- That is not the answer, Jimmy.

We'll be lucky if we get 50 cents for the dollar

for those lots right now.

We gotta ride this thing out.

- If we wait, we may not get anything.

- If you just let me handle it, I promise you,

I will get us an exemption.

- No, Nick, I've let you handle things long enough.

I called the bank, and I told them

we're looking for a buyer.

- You can't do that without my consent,

and you are not gonna get it.

You like it or not, Jimmy, I am still your partner!

- God dammit, Nick! I need the money now.

(birds singing)

- What the hell is the matter with you, man?

Are you in some kinda trouble?

Talk to me. Maybe I can help you.

- You wanna help me, Nick? Then go along with me on this.

- I got work to do.

We'll talk about this later when you're

in the mood to be a little more reasonable.

(door closing)

(soft dramatic music)

- Hello.

- [Nick] Hey, Lise, it's Nick.

- Hi, Nick.

- [Nick] Look, I'm sorry to call you at school,

but I just talked with Jeter.

- What did he say?

- [Nick] Look, I really don't wanna talk

about this on the phone.

You think maybe you could stop by here on your way home?

(soft dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(groaning)

(coughing)

- [Lisa] Nick?

(dramatic music)

(coughing)

(dramatic music)

- The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness

for His name's sake.

Yay, though I walk through the shadow of the Valley

of Death, I will fear no evil.

For Thou art with me.

Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me

in the presence of mine enemies.

Thou anointest my head with oil.

My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me

all the days of my life.

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Amen.

(crickets chirping)

- Hi.

- Hi.

(soft piano music)

- You okay?

- No, not really.

- Want me to scratch your back?

- Okay.

(soft music)

I love you, Dad.

- I love you too, Tiger.

(soft piano music)

- Gene?

- Evening, Jimmy, how are you?

- [James] What brings you out our way?

- Well, I'm real sorry to bother you folks at this time,

but I need to wrap up a few things about the fire.

- I thought the cause of the fire

had already been determined.

- Well you see, the autopsy was inconclusive.

And until the arson squad can complete their investigation,

we're required to treat it as if it were a homicide.

- A homicide?

- I know that sounds crazy, but that is the procedure.

- Well, yeah, Gene, we know you're just doing your job.

- Thanks, Jimmy, this'll just take a couple minutes.

Lisa, I'd like to begin with you.

What time did you arrive at the scene?

- It was about 4:30.

- [Gene] What brought you up there?

- Well, I had just dropped my daughter

off at a friend's house.

I saw smoke rising, and I thought it must

be the house or the garage.

- You told a fireman on the scene that the last thing

you remember was going into the burning structure

to try to rescue Nick, right?

- Yeah, I didn't make it, though.

The fire was too far along.

- That was a very courageous thing to do.

- Damn right. She's lucky to be alive.

- [Gene] You don't recall how you found

your way outta the fire?

- I, I assume the firemen pulled me out.

- No, according to their report, they found you

lying unconscious about 30 feet away from the fire.

- Well then I musta found a way out.

I don't really remember.

- Now, Jimmy, where were you during this time?

- Oh, I had a meeting with Charlie Tobin

over at MCL Realty.

- [Gene] I know old Charlie. He's a nice fella.

- [James] Mm-hm.

- About what time was this?

- Four o'clock.

- And what was the nature of the meeting?

- Well, Nick and I had unfortunately failed to get permits

on four of our properties before the moratorium passed.

We decided it'd be best to sell and cut our losses.

- Boy, that is some bad luck.

- You're right about that.

- Well, I'll leave you folks alone. That should about do it.

Again, let me apologize for this intrusion.

- It's okay, Gene.

- Oh, there is one other thing.

I was looking over Nick's phone records this morning,

and apparently he made a call

about 3:30 the day of the fire.

I had the phone company check the location.

Turns out, it went to a phone in your computer lab, Lisa.

Now do you remember talking to Nick

about 3:30 the day of the fire?

- No, I was gone.

He must have talked to my aide or a custodian.

- You know why he mighta been calling you?

- No, unless he was looking for James.

- That was probably it. Okay.

Oh, please give Ellie my condolences, okay? Good night.

(traffic passing outside)

- He wasn't looking for me.

I was right there in the office with him at 3:30.

Why was he calling you, Lisa?

- I don't know, James. I don't know.

Maybe he was concerned about you.

You haven't exactly been yourself lately.

- Oh, I see, so Nick was calling you

because he was concerned about me?

- You know what? It's late, and we're both tired.

And I think we should go to sleep now.

- Wait a minute.

- No, I'm gonna go to bed.

I think you should do the same thing.

(soft dramatic music)

(wires popping)

(smoke detector beeping)

(soft dramatic music)

- Stacy, Stacy, honey, get up. Get up, get up, get up.

- Mom.

- Come on, we have to get out.

(dramatic music)

James?

James!

James!

James, help us.

(dramatic music)

- What is it?

(gasping)

It's okay, honey. You were dreaming.

It's okay.

(crickets chirping)

(soft mysterious music)

(wood clattering)

- Hey, kiddo, how you doing?

- [Stacy] All right.

- [Lisa] We brought you some dinner.

- That was sweet.

If I ever eat again, I'm sure I'll appreciate it.

- [Stacy] Aunt Ellie, do you mind if I set up the croquet?

- [Ellie] Of course not, honey. You know where it is.

(birds chirping)

- How you doing?

- Tired. People in and outta here all day long.

- Do you mind having her here?

- No, of course not. She's my girl.

Um, I had a look at the autopsy report.

They say that he died of a head injury.

Probably a falling beam.

That explains why he didn't get out.

Just can't figure out what he was doing

there in the first first place.

- Ellie, don't do this to yourself.

- Gene Ward was over here earlier.

He was, uh, trying to be graceful about it,

but he asked some pretty strange questions.

- What kinda questions?

- Oh, he wanted to know if Nick had any enemies

or if I was aware of any threats made on his life,

you know, the kinda questions people ask

when they think someone might have been murdered.

- Ellie, this is crazy.

- Maybe, but he asked a lotta questions about those four

empty lots, because apparently James was over

at Charlie Tobin's when the fire broke out

talking about selling those four empty lots.

- Yeah, I know, he told me.

- Why wasn't Nick there?

- I don't know, Ellie.

- Well, I do, because I called Charlie and I asked him.

And he said it was pretty clear to him that Nick had

no intention of selling those empty lots.

- Ellie.

- So, outta curiosity, I just asked him,

what time did James leave your office?

And he said James left his office at about 4:30.

Now, according to the coroner's report--

- Stop it. - Where was James, Lisa?

- Where was James when Nick was killed?

- James did not kill Nick.

- Oh.

I know.

I'm sorry.

It's just that

he's gone and

none of this makes any sense.

(soft dramatic music)

(dog barking)

(soft dramatic music)

(gun clicking)

(soft dramatic music)

- [Woman] Hello, computer lab.

- Yeah, Mrs. Stockton please.

- [Woman] She isn't here right now.

- Well do you know where she is?

- [Woman] No, she's left for the day. Can I take--

(phone dialing)

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

- Ellie, hi, it's James.

- Hello, James.

- Listen, Ellie, I'm looking for Lisa. Is she there?

- She said she had to go run some errands.

- [James] What about Stacy?

- She's outside playing croquet.

- Listen to me, I need you to get Stacy inside right now.

Okay, lock all your windows and all your doors.

Don't let anybody in.

- Okay, now you're scaring me, James. What is going on?

- Just do it!

All right, I'm gonna find Lisa,

and we're gonna come get Stacy, okay.

I'll explain everything.

- All right.

- All right, thanks.

(soft dramatic music)

(banging)

Fuck you, Stamos.

(birds singing)

(crickets chirping)

- What are you doing?

- Packing. We can't stay here anymore.

We need to pack for Stacy, too.

We'll pick her up at Ellie's. I'll explain on the way.

- No, James, I'm not going anywhere.

Why, James?

(paper rattling)

- Because it wasn't safe to tell you the truth.

- Safe for whom?

- For you. For Stacy.

- Don't you dare, don't you dare try to convince me

that you've been pretending to be somebody else

for my benefit or for Stacy's!

- They're trying to kill me. Don't you understand that?

And if they even suspect for one moment

that you know what I know, they will gladly kill you too.

- I don't care. I want the truth.

- Why can't they just leave us alone?

(crickets chirping)

What do you wanna know?

- Why did you run?

- I didn't have any other choice.

My father was in prison. My fiancee was dead.

The DA was set to prosecute me for her murder

unless I agreed to testify against my own brother.

- Who was a gangster?

- Lisa, there are a lot of things that

my family did that I'm not proud of.

But when my father went to prison, for whatever reason,

he decided that I wasn't gonna be a part of all that.

He made my brother promise that no matter what it took

that he would spare me the same fate.

Tony kept his promise.

It cost him his life.

- What do you mean?

Tony's the one who arranged for me to disappear.

But he couldn't be sure that they would never find me, so

just to be safe, he let it be known

that I was now the keeper of the family ledger.

That was my insurance policy.

Two weeks later, they burned down his casino

and he died in the fire.

- I don't understand. What's in this ledger?

- Accounts payable, accounts receivable.

A record of every collection, payoff

and payout the family ever made.

And the names of all the people they were made to.

We're talking cops, lawyers, judges.

Even congressmen.

- So everyone here is dirty except for you.

Is that it, James?

- You can believe what you want. That's the truth.

- So prove it.

Show me the ledger.

(crickets chirping)

Where is it, James?

- I don't have it. I never did.

- Why am I not surprised?

- It was destroyed in the same fire that killed my brother.

- Why don't you just shut the damn thing off.

- So this is what you've been waiting 14 years to find out.

You think we should give him a little bit more rope,

or do you think he's ready to hang himself (laughs)?

- Arrest the son of a bitch.

(bag zipping)

(crickets chirping)

(knocking on door)

(soft piano music)

- You could run if you want, James.

I won't try to stop you,

but Stacy and I are staying right here.

I want you outta my life.

(soft music)

- Jimmy.

- [James] Gene.

- These men are from the New Jersey Fugitive Unit.

Sorry to have to tell you this, but they're here to arrest

you on a warrant for the murder of Greta Catherine Sands.

We don't need to do that here.

(soft music)

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

(soft dramatic music)

(engine starting)

(soft music)

(traffic passing)

(door creaking)

(door closing)

- Stacy wanted to say goodbye.

- Hi, Stace.

- Hi.

- How's baseball practice?

- I didn't go.

- The team can't do it without you.

- People are saying you're not who you say you are.

Does that mean you're really not my father?

- You got a dollar bill?

- What?

- A dollar bill, do you have one?

Before I came here and met your mother,

I had a life and a family that I had to walk away from.

And I knew that I could never ever go back.

The day I left home, my brother gave me a train ticket,

a new name, and he did something that I will never forget.

He ...

He took a crisp new $100 bill, and he tore it in half,

and he gave one of the two pieces to me.

- Why?

- Well he said it was to remind me that

no matter what I might think of him,

we would always be bound together by blood.

And, like it or not, he would always love me.

- Do you still have your half?

- Yeah, I do.

You know, if you look in my office,

there's a beat-up old dictionary on my bookcase.

It's in there.

There's an also an autographed Mickey Mantle rookie card.

That was always meant for you,

if you want it.

- Where are they taking you?

- Atlantic City, New Jersey. That's where I grew up.

- [Stacy] When will you be back?

- I don't know.

Actually, the truth is, Stacy, I, uh ...

I may never be back.

- I don't want you to go.

- I don't wanna go.

But if for some reason I can't come back,

and something happens to me,

you need to know that I will always be your father.

And I will always love you and your mother

more than anything in the world.

I hope you can believe that.

- I believe you, Dad.

(soft dramatic music)

- [Lisa] Stacy.

Time to go.

(soft piano music)

- Goodbye, Lisa.

- Goodbye, James.

(soft music)

(officers chattering)

- Richards is arranging for that.

How should I know?

I had nothing to with that.

There were no commercial flights available.

- Gene, I'm sorry, do you know who that man is?

- Uh, yeah. His name is Louis Stamos.

He's with the New Jersey attorney general's office.

(phone beeping)

- Thanks.

(door opening)

- Hungry?

- Not really.

- Gotta eat something.

(soft music)

- Mom? Look what I found in Dad's dictionary.

(soft music)

- [James Voiceover] Dear Lisa, I prayed to God

this day would never come.

By the time you read this, I should be gone

and out of your life.

I'm sorry for all the pain I may have caused you.

This ledger was meant to protect me.

Instead, it's cost Nick his life

and placed you and Stacy in jeopardy.

I kept it only because I needed for you to know

the truth about the man you married,

so that you and Stacy can get on with your lives.

- Stallings Airfield, it's right off of Highway 68.

- Thank you, Paul. It's been a pleasure working with you.

- [James Voiceover] After you've seen it, please destroy it.

And try, if you can, to remember

all that we had that was good.

- I love you more than you'll ever know, James.

(soft music)

(exhaling)

(soft dramatic music)

Oh my God.

(soft music)

- [Stacy] What's in it, Mom?

- I'm not sure, but I ...

I think it's proof that your father is innocent.

(phone ringing)

- Gene Ward here.

- Gene, this is Lisa Stockton.

- [Gene] Hi, Lisa. What can I do for you?

- Gene, I need to see you right away.

I think James is innocent.

- Lisa, I wish I could help, but that's outta my hands now.

- No, you need to let me explain.

- Lisa, you don't understand.

Jimmy is in the custody of Mr. Stamos

and they're on their way to Atlantic City as we speak.

- No. No, you don't understand.

You need to stop them. I think he's a dirty cop.

I think he murdered Nick,

and I'm afraid he's gonna kill James.

- Lisa, I'm sorry. I really am.

But if you wanna pursue this any further,

you're gonna have to take it up

with the New Jersey attorney general's office.

- Okay, I will.

(phone banging)

(soft dramatic music)

(keys clicking)

(soft music)

O'Claire.

Thomas O'Claire.

TOC.

TOC.

(soft dramatic music)

Son of a bitch.

- Stacy? - Yeah.

- Grab a sweatshirt, honey.

- Where we going?

- Up to the school. - The school?

- [Lisa] Come on, we're in a hurry.

(dramatic music)

- [Stacy] What are we doing here?

- I've gotta send an email.

- Can't you do that from home?

- Not this kinda email.

- Is this about that book that I found?

- Yeah.

- Is there anything I can do?

(soft music)

Yeah.

You can take it and turn on the scanner

and start scanning it into the corner computer.

- Okay.

(soft dramatic music)

(engine revving)

(soft dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

- Attorney general's office.

- [Lisa] Yeah, could you connect me

with the attorney general please?

- I'm sorry, but Mr. O'Claire isn't available right now.

- Oh, okay, well, can you tell him

it concerns Johnny Mancini?

(soft music)

- Hold on please.

(sighing)

(guests chattering)

- Helen's on the phone. - Excuse me.

(guests chattering)

- [Helen] Hold on for Mr. O'Claire.

- Hello.

- [Lisa] Mr. O'Claire?

- Who is this?

- This is Lisa Stockton. I'm married to James Stockton.

I think you know who I am.

- No, I can't say as I do.

- Okay, well, then let me just cut to the chase.

I've just finished reading a fascinating book.

It's a book about money, an awful lot of money.

It was written back in the day

when you were the Atlantic City DA.

And I'm willing to bet anything

that you're the author of this book.

Do you want me to continue?

(soft dramatic music)

- What do you want, Mrs. Stockton?

- I want my husband back.

- I can't do that.

- Well, I think you can.

If you don't release him tonight, I'm gonna see to it

that your book gets more publicity

than you know what to do with.

- Are you trying to blackmail me, Mrs. Stockton?

- Yes, sir, that's exactly what I'm doing.

- Well, how do I know you have the ledger?

- Are you near a computer?

- Yes.

- Check your email.

- I don't understand.

- You will.

It's 7:05. I'll give you 15 minutes to respond.

If I don't hear from you by 7:20,

your ledger will have its own website.

- And how do I reach you?

- Email reply. 15 minutes.

(line going dead)

I can't believe I'm doing this.

(soft dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

- [Maid] Tom?

- Yes.

- [Maid] I'd like to serve dinner now.

- Be right down.

(soft dramatic music)

Oh dear God in heaven.

Aw.

(dramatic music)

(propellors spinning)

(phone ringing)

(soft dramatic music)

- Yeah.

What's up?

Wait a second, I can barely hear you. Hold on.

(soft dramatic music)

- Oh come on, O'Claire.

(keys clicking)

Yes.

Stallings Airfield, Highway 68.

Okay, come on, Stacy. We're outta here.

(soft dramatic music)

- When will you be back?

- Tomorrow morning.

(soft dramatic music)

- Please don't do this.

- Look, come on.

- Be careful.

(soft dramatic music)

- I love you. - I love you too.

(soft dramatic music)

(crickets chirping)

- My compliments, Mrs. Stockton.

I'm afraid I underestimated you.

- Where's my husband?

- First, the ledger.

- Not until I see my husband.

- Please?

Fine.

He's in the hangar.

(soft dramatic music)

(door opening)

- What are you doing here?

- I'm here to take you home. Are you okay?

- What's going on?

- Hand over the ledger, and he's all yours.

- No, no, Lisa, don't do it.

Don't do it.

(soft dramatic music)

- You should be grateful.

Your wife bought you a temporary reprieve.

- There's nothing temporary about it.

- Do you really think your little

computer stunt changes anything?

Think about it, Mrs. Stockton.

What have you really accomplished here?

Have you bought yourself some peace of mind?

When you wake up tomorrow, will it be any safer

to open the door to the mailman

or to talk baseball with a stranger

at a hotdog stand?

And what about your daughter?

Will it be safe to let her walk to the park

or play baseball after school?

- I swear to God, Stamos.

Come near my family again, I'll kill you.

- Peace of mind. You don't appreciate it until you lose it.

My nightmare's finally over. Yours is just beginning.

Say goodbye to your peace of mind.

(soft music)

(plane engine starting)

- Let's go home.

(soft music)

- Makes me sick to think that lowlife son of a bitch

is gonna get away with this.

- Don't worry.

Trust me, I got a good feeling about this.

(keys clicking)

(smirking)

- Quite sure.

(computer beeping rapidly)

(guests chattering)

Sorry, everyone. Slight emergency.

Stan, could I see you for a minute?

- Okay.

(guests chattering)

- What the hell's wrong with it?

(computer beeping rapidly)

- Looks like someone's playing a practical joke on you.

- What do you mean?

- Whoever sent you this email

wrote in some sort of redundancy script,

so that when you hit the delete button,

looks like it was programmed to forward the email

to each and every person in your address book.

It's a good hack.

- This isn't funny, you little shit.

There are a lotta people in my address book.

Do something to make it stop!

- It's stopped.

- Thank you.

Thanks.

How many do you think got through?

- No more than a handful. I wouldn't worry about it.

- Okay.

- Over 100 New Jersey law enforcement officials were greeted

with an unusual email at work this morning.

The email attempts to link state Attorney General

Thomas O'Claire to the notorious Mancini crime family.

The message alleges that during his tenure

as Atlantic City DA, O'Claire made numerous cash payments

to judges and prosecutors on behalf of the Mancinis,

this in exchange for lenient prosecution.

The email also includes excerpts from what appears to be

an incriminating ledger written in O'Claire's own hand.

Mr. O'Claire's office was quick to dismiss the email

as a malicious hoax, but in a startling development,

the Justice Department has confirmed that the original

ledger was seized late last night

from an investigator named Louis Stamos.

Stamos is reportedly the latest suspect

in a 14-year-old murder investigation

into the death of Greta Catherine Sands.

- What is this, Paul?

- Read him his rights.

- I know my rights.

Richards, this is never gonna stick.

- [Anchorman] Authorities have yet to determine

the exact origin of the email.

Despite numerous attempts to reach him--

- Mr. O'Claire.

- [Anchorman] Attorney General O'Claire

remains unavailable for comment.

- Agents Walsh and Henderson from the FBI.

We've got a warrant for your arrest.

- [Anchorman] As for Carlo Mancini's youngest son, Johnny,

his whereabouts remain unknown.

(crowd cheering)

- All right, all right.

What do you think?

- Changeup, definitely.

(soft music)

(crowd cheering)

- Yeah!

- Atta girl, atta girl.

(soft music)

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