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ARIANNA:
"Dear Dad,

"As I sit down to write this,
I'm thinking about you and me.

"There's one time in particular

"that I can't get
out of my head.

"I took
our housekeeper's matches

"and I set the leaves
in the backyard on fire.

"Then I tried to blame her.

"You knew better, of course.

"And you used it as
an opportunity to teach me

"the difference between
lying and being a liar.

"I learned that day that
I could say anything to you,

"and that whatever
we had to deal with,

"your love for me
would never go away.

"I guess that's why
I'm writing this to you.

"I know you and Mom
are worried about me.

"I know you think
I'm not handling college well,

"that I'm adrift.

"And I guess you're both right.

But it's a little more
complicated than that."

Mmm.

You need anything?

Your mom wasn't sure
that you would have

enough money left
after buying your books.

No, I'm fine, Dad.

"I'm so glad you came
all the way out to see me.

"I know you're busy.

"And I wanted to talk to you,
really talk to you,

"but I just couldn't.

"That's my fault, Dad,
not yours.

"So I'm going to say
everything now.

"I know that's not fair.

"But please don't be
too mad at me.

"This is something I've been
thinking about doing

"for a while now.

"And I want you to know

that it would have happened
no matter what."

(knocking on door)

"I've been so confused.

And this thing, it's..."

Arianna?

"...like a lighthouse
in the middle of all that.

"It's so easy to steer toward,

"that I feel like
it's where I have to go.

"The first thing I want to say
is that I'm sorry.

"I hope that,
since this is the last time

"I'm going to talk to you,
I can give you what you need

"to come to terms with
what I've done.

"You're my dear Dad.

I can say anything to you,
right, Dad?"

Hello?

Ari!

Arianna?

(shouting indistinctly)

(sobbing)

(gasps)

(panting)

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Departure time
is T-minus five minutes.

If you're not
on the train,

you're going to be
left at the station.

Can you help?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Thanks.

Marie, honey, you
got five minutes.

I just want to
finish this chapter.

Well, you can
finish in the car.

Hey, is this a
library book?

Where'd you
get this?

We haven't been to
the library in ages.

It was in my closet.

Well, when was it due?

I don't know.
I didn't take it out.

Well, who did?

Who do you think?

Well, somebody must have
cleaned the room

and just stuck it in the closet.

Somebody?

Bridge, that isn't
your book.

It belongs to the library.

Yeah, well, I guess
I forgot they were in there.

"They?"

How many have you
got in there?

I don't know.

I mean, they let you
check out seven at a time.

Bridgette, you have seven
overdue books in your closet?

You're not supposed to take
the library books,

you're supposed to
bring them back.

Well, it's too late now.

I mean, if I brought them back,

then they would send me
to jail or something.

They're not going to
send you to jail.

They're going to
charge you a fine.

I'm guessing
it's going to be big.

My hunch is your allowance
is going straight to

the public library
for the next few months.

But library books are
supposed to be free.

They are free, as long as
you play by the rules.

After school today,
I want you to walk over there

and return those books.

Fine.

(phone ringing)
I was reading that!

Well, too bad.

Go check it out
at the library.

(sighs)

(phone beeps)

Hello.

DEVALOS:
Morning.

Um, sorry to bother you
so early.

Oh, no, no, no.

It's no bother,
Mr. District Attorney.

I was wondering
if I could ask a favor.

Wondering if there was any way
I could get you to drop by

my house on your way to work
this morning,

say around 9:00?

Course.
Is everything all right?

Nothing that can't hold
until 9:00.

Nice hair.

Nice glasses.

As you both know, our daughter
Arianna took her own life

during her sophomore year
of college.

Today is the anniversary
of the day she died,

the day I found her.

Losing a child...

is always a nightmare
for any parent.

For us, I think it's been
especially difficult.

Arianna didn't leave a note.

She never told us why.

Nothing at all?

She never communicated
with either one of you?

DEVALOS: Lily went out
to get the newspaper,

and saw that the flag
was up on the mailbox.

And when she
looked inside,

she found this.

Oh, no.

This is terrible.

I'm so sorry.

DEVALOS:
I certainly made my share
of enemies over the years.

Put plenty of bad
people in prison,

even received
death threats,

but never anything
like this.

Never anything
involving my family.

Would you please excuse me?

(sobs softly)

You know, this is
going to sound crazy.

I think I saw the man
who did this.

What are you talking about?

I saw a man putting something
in your mailbox.

I mean, I didn't really see it,
and he wasn't really there,

but I didn't realize that
at the time.

I actually got a pretty
good look at him.

He was young, maybe 30.

Caucasian, tall, thin.

And he was wearing
these glasses.

Kind of...
black, vintage frames.

Ring any bells?

No, I don't think so.

Okay, I'll
tell you what--

I'm going to canvass
the neighborhood,

see if anyone else saw this guy.

I'm also going to have
someone at the station

put together a file
of all your cases.

A mug-book of
everyone you've tried.

If the guy who left this
really is someone you put away,

then, well, hopefully,
Allison will recognize him.

Young lady, these books
are very late.

You've had them for
more than a year now.

I know.

I, uh, guess I just
kind of lost track of them.

I'm sorry.

But they were really good.

Glad you thought so.

Now maybe some other children
can enjoy them, too.

I'm afraid we've already
forwarded these to collections.

You owe the retail
cost of the books.

Which comes
out to $92.18.

Ninety-two dollars?!

I'm just a kid!

Where am I supposed to get $92?

Uh, you're not going to
call the police, are you?

Am I going to get arrested?

What about asking
your parents?

No. I don't want to do that.

They're already
really mad at me.

I might have an idea.

ARIEL:
You're working

at the library?

Why are you
so surprised?

I don't know.

It just seems odd

that someone would
depend on you to do anything.

Hey, I'm dependable.

And besides,
they've got books laying around

all over the place in there.

So this is good.

I'm helping them
with their problem,

and instead of paying me,
they're paying off the fines.

JOE:
It sounds like
a pretty good

solution to me.

Honey, don't eat
any ice cream before dinner.

Well, when are we going to eat?

I'm hungry.

I don't know.

That's a good question.
Where's your mom?

She's been in her room

for the past couple hours.

Hey, you hungry?

Should I order
some pizzas?

No, no; we have some leftovers
in the fridge

I was going to heat up.

I'm sorry, I got so caught up

with these files.

Still no luck?

I've looked through
every single person

that Devalos ever put away,
and none of them look like

the man I saw
leave that awful card.

Well, maybe it's time to
pack it in for the night.

I guess so.

I just wish
I could do something.

I wish I could help.

Well, wait a second.

Aren't you actually
that psychic woman

who, uh, gave the police

a description of the
guy who did this?

Very funny.

You know what
I can't figure out?

The Pythagorean
theorem?

Last night, I had a dream
about Devalos and his daughter.

And in it, I saw him
find a suicide note.

I even heard what the note said.

I mean, most of it, anyway.

But then when I went
to his house this morning,

his wife said that Arianna
never left anything behind.

Now, why would he do that?

Why would he keep
something like that from her?

(sighs softly)

I have no idea.

Hey, you want
to take the kids out?

I know it's a school night,
but, you know,

it might be fun
to take the kids out.

DEVALOS:
Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

no attorney
relishes the prospect

of taking on a case

that involves the sexual assault
of a young woman.

It forces us to ask
uncomfortable questions

about the personal behavior

of both the alleged assailant

and the alleged victim.

In this case, we will have
to look closely at what happened

on the night that Deanna Whalen,
by her own admission,

willingly accompanied
the defendant back to his home.

That they had sex not once,
not twice,

but three times
over the course of the evening

is not in dispute.

And yet, Miss Whalen maintains
that a crime has been committed.

That she gave him
her phone number the next day

is also not in dispute.

But still, she claims that she
was not a willing participant

in the previous evening's
events.

Miss Whalen even concedes
that it took her three days

before deciding
to call the police.

And now she cites her inability

to recall the precise events of
the evening as proof

that Mr. Gerwin must have
drugged her and raped her.

(sighs)

Quite a story.

But that's all it is.

A story.

And the district attorney
knows it.

Now, the prosecution will
attempt to portray the defendant

as a man of low character,
but he is not.

They will paint my argument
as an attack on Miss Whalen,

but it is not.

Truth be told, my client
is guilty of nothing more

than participating
in consensual sex,

and the irony is, his accuser
is guilty of the same.

And yet,
she seeks to use this court

and you, this jury,
as a kind of legal absolution,

as a way to wash away her sins

so she needn't take
responsibility for them.

There's only one problem
with that.

William Gerwin
is not a rapist.

William Gerwin is
an innocent man.

Yep.
That's definitely him.

That's definitely
William Gerwin.

Back when I worked

as a defense attorney
at McClenahan-Everett,

Mr. Gerwin
was one of my clients.

A rather important one,
actually.

He was the son
of one of the partners.

He was 22 when he was accused

of drugging and raping a young
woman that he met at a party.

Her name was Deanna Whalen.

Gerwin's father
personally asked me

to take his son's case
as a favor.

And...
(sighs)

I was only
too happy to oblige.

The case was
very weak.

A classic "he-said, she-said."

Rape kit was never administered.

No drugs were found
in the girl's system.

She didn't even file
a report with the police

until several days
after the alleged incident.

The ADA who was handling
Gerwin's prosecution

knew the odds were against him,

and he offered me
a deal early on,

but I-I turned it down.

That's how confident I was
in the case.

I remember that case.

That kid wound up going
to jail, didn't he?

Someone sent
a collection of videos

to the District Attorney's
office

in the middle of the trial.

Never found out who sent them,

but it didn't much matter.

They were videos that William
had made of himself

having sex with unconscious
and obviously drugged women,

including
Deanna Whalen.

The deal
I'd been offered

evaporated.

William was given
the maximum sentence,

and I left McClenahan-Everett
shortly after that.

I-I'm sorry, sir.

If he received
a maximum sentence,

then how could he be the one
to leave you that card?

Turns out, he was recently
granted an early parole.

It seems
that one of his cell mates

took him into his confidence
one night,

told him the details
of an unsolved murder,

something to do
with organized crime.

It was a federal case,

so Gerwin went
to the local FBI office.

And in exchange
for his sealed testimony,

time was shaved off
his sentence.

As I understand it,

Gerwin never even
had to appear

in open court.

The man Gerwin sent to jail

never even knew
who offered him up.

And you're absolutely certain
that William Gerwin

is the man you saw
put this card in the box?

It was him, sir.

I'm sure of it.

I already reached out
to his parole officer.

We're bringing Gerwin in
for questioning in a few hours.

If he really was the one who
left that note in your mailbox,

well, let's just say

I intend to make damn sure
he doesn't leave another.

839.2...

Whoa. Cool.

Miss Aiken, who's that guy?

Oh, nobody special.

Just a fellow who comes in
every day to use the computers.

"Prince"?

No, I've never seen
this card before.

I certainly didn't leave it
for Mr. Devalos.

(sighs)

So, is that it?

Can I go now?

Not just yet,
Mr. Gerwin.

Okay.

So what else do you want
to talk about?

How is the "Man-Man" doing,
anyway?

That's what my dad used
to call him.

Manny didn't like it very much,
but what can you do, right?

Well, you seem to be
having a pretty good time.

What would you say

if I told you
that we had an anonymous tip

from someone who says
that they saw you

put that card
in Devalos's mailbox?

Well, the first thing I'd say
is, "Your tipster is mistaken."

But even if he or she weren't,

what's with
the hard-ass routine?

I mean, whoever left this card,
did they do something illegal?

Is there a law against
mailing people greeting cards?

There are laws
against harassment.

And does this card
break that law?

Mr. Gerwin,
you're on parole, right?

If we want to, we can make life
very difficult for you.

So why don't you just admit
what you did,

and we can get this thing
cleared up today?

Because I didn't do it.

I've never been
to his house.

I haven't thought
about him in years.

You sure about that?

The "Man-Man"
was your lawyer.

You got convicted.

You're not holding a grudge?

Why would I hold a grudge?

I raped that girl.

I went to jail.

Why would I be mad
at my attorney?

Rich kid like you

probably had a pretty rough
go of it in prison.

I wouldn't be surprised
if you got a little taste

of your own medicine,
once or twice.

(chuckles dryly)

Once or twice?

I spent years getting
"a taste of my own medicine."

That what you wanted to hear?

That there's a ying
for every yang?

That I got what I deserve?

Well... there it is.

Now, if this card
upset your boss,

I don't know what to tell you.

But me?

The new me?

I'm a firm believer that
if you get a card like this,

you probably deserved it.

So maybe you should be
sitting your boss down,

asking him
why he thinks he got this.

ALLISON:
He was so smug.

He was practically
rubbing our noses

in the fact
that he did it.

Well you've got
to hand it to him.

He figured out a way
to get attention.

To work out his
anger at your boss.

But he's on
parole, right?

He's essentially impotent.

If he does anything, he
goes right back to jail.

So he-he sends
that card.

He gets a rise out
of a bunch of people.

It's kind of like a
child, don't you think?

Like a child?

He raped a teenage girl,

and when he couldn't
get away with it,

he blamed his lawyer.

There's nothing childlike
about that.

Uh, Dad? Can you come look
at the computer?

Stay. Stew.
Finish your beer.

Finish my beer,
if you like.

I mean, look at this.
Suddenly, I have 200 e-mails

that I didn't have
this morning.

I mean, I don't want to earn
six figures selling real estate

in my spare time.
I don't care

about getting $5,000
from "cash for clunkers"

without even
turning in my car.

And I don't want to hear from
this "Prince Abantu" again

about how he can't get at
his $20 million inheritance.

Did you guys say something
about Prince Abantu?

Did you download the latest
version of Spam Blocker?

No. You told me not to
download anything, so I didn't.

Okay. Scoot over.

Let me drive for a minute.

Did someone say something
about Prince Abantu?

Yeah. Why?

I think I know him.

You don't know him.
He's not real.

I mean, he's a scammer who
claims to be a Nigerian prince

who needs help recovering
frozen assets from some trust.

I mean, it's like,
you give him $10,000,

and he gives you a million.

No. You're wrong.

Prince Abantu's
a real guy.

He goes to the
library where I work.

You can come visit
him, if you want.

I mean, he's there
all the time.

And I wouldn't delete
that if I were you.

All we have to do is
just send him some money,

and then we can move
into a bigger house.

(chuckling):
Bridgette.

He doesn't look like
a scammer to me.

He looks like a prince.
I mean, he wears robes,

and he carries this
big stick thing and...

I don't know who
you saw, sweetie,

but I got to side
with Ariel on this one.

This is one of the oldest
tricks in the book.

I've gotten 100
e-mails like this.

People who send them
aren't connected

to African royalty

in any way, shape, or form;
they're just criminals.

Okay, but I think
you're wrong.

Okay.

They were on a shelf in the
bedroom; hidden in plain sight.

Obviously, the cops never
bothered to actually look

at the tapes when they
searched his place.

My people didn't, either,
the first time through.

It's a good thing you sent
me to take a second look.

Look inside.

Is this what I think it is?

Take a look.

WILLIAM:
Here, have some of this.
Have a little drink.

DEANNA:
Um, I don't...

(low groan)

WILLIAM:
No?

DEANNA: Uh, no.
No?

I don't feel so good.

WILLIAM:
No?

No.
No?

No, I don't feel
so good.

No?

(Deanna groans softly)

Oh...

(VCR clicks off)

The others are
just as bad.

Different girls,
same drill.

I know it's not
what you were

hoping I'd find,
but at least now you know.

You'll be ready if there are
other copies floating around

for the prosecution
to latch onto.

You want me

to accidentally
drop these

in an incinerator?

No, that's, uh,
that's not necessary.

I'll take care of them.

Thank you, Walter.

(gasps)

I'm telling you Manuel Devalos
torpedoed his own case.

Manuel Devalos,
the most honest, ethical man

I've ever met.

Not the second-most honest and
ethical man you've ever met?

Oh, come on, Joe.

Why would he do that?

I don't know.

Maybe, maybe 'cause he knew

the guy he was representing
was guilty?

Maybe he was sick of
representing rich scum.

Or maybe he just wanted to give
lawyers everywhere a good name.

No, I'm sorry.

None of that explains it.

If he couldn't represent his
client in good conscience,

then he should have
just resigned from the case.

What he did was a violation of
attorney-client privilege.

Hell, what he did was illegal.

But don't you kind of admire him
for it?

A bad man, a dangerous man,

who might otherwise have walked
free, went to jail.

Sorry.
I'm on Team Devalos.

Yeah, well,
if the truth be told,

so am I.

But why am I dreaming this?

What am I supposed
to do with it?

I've been waiting for one
this easy for a long time.

You do nothing.

And you admire your boss
just a little bit more.

I know I do.

And you definitely
don't say anything

to anybody about this.

That's what you do.

(siren wailing in distance,
indistinct police radio chatter)

SCANLON:
Hey.

Thanks for coming by.

Everything okay?

Honestly,
I'm not sure.

This is a weird one.

A girl named Jennifer Ludlow
rents this place.

She's a bartender.

Community college student.

Slept at her boyfriend's
place last night.

Gets home early
this morning,

finds the door like that.

Someone forced their way
into her place.

But she's all right?

Oh, yeah, she's fine;
there was no one here.

There's nothing
missing, either.

So what are we doing here?

Someone put one of these

in every picture frame
in the place.

Okay, I'll ask.
What is this?

Can't say for sure.

Seems like someone's trying
to send Manny a message.

I know what you're thinking:
our friend William Gerwin.

The problem is
the scene's clean.

So far, we haven't found any
physical evidence at all.

None of the neighbors
saw anything.

We got bupkis.

Does Devalos know about this?

He didn't want to come down.

Just said, "Thanks
for telling me."

Seemed kind of distracted.

Anyway, feel free
to look around.

And holler if
you get a bite.

Of course.

DEVALOS:
You've reached the voicemail
of Manuel Devalos.

Please leave a message,

and I'll get back to you
as soon as I can.
Take this.

Sir, can you give me a call
when you get this?

I'm just leaving that woman
Jennifer Ludlow's apartment.

Unfortunately,
I didn't see anything

that could be of any help,

but I do need to talk to you
about your old client.

We meet again.

You did this.

Sorry? Did what?

Don't play coy.

We both know what you're doing
and why you're doing it.

Really?

You know why?

Well, if that's the case,

if you really know what went on
with me

and my legal representation,

then I'm sure you share my sense
of outrage.

See, I think
I deserve

what every other accused
citizen deserves:

a fair trial.

And that means having a defense
attorney who's not serving me up

on a silver platter
to the prosecution.

What do you want?

How is harassing this man gonna
change anything?

Are you aware that after
I was convicted,

my family disowned me?

It's true.

So not only did I spend all
those years in prison,

I came out with nothing.

I'm a convicted felon.
And I'm penniless.

That man-- your boss--

he destroyed me.

So what do I want?

I guess I'd like to destroy him.

I want him to come forward and
admit what he did.

I want him to lose his job.

And I want him to go to jail.

Well, that's crazy.

That's never gonna happen.

Oh, I think it might.

You know, I was really hoping

that Manny was gonna come down
here this morning.

But you seem pretty close
to him.

Maybe you could give him
a message for me.

There's a reason why all
those articles wound up

in Jennifer
Ludlow's apartment.

She's young, pretty.

Just my type.

I don't understand.

Sometime soon,

if the District Attorney doesn't
come forward

and admit what he did,

I'm gonna rape
Jennifer Ludlow.

You should say something.

You really are insane.

You know, the act
of just making that threat is

a violation of your parole?

You're going back to jail.

I don't think so.

Are you wearing a tape recorder?

'Cause if anyone asks
if I made the threat,

I'll deny it.

You'll never get near
that that girl.

We will have people
protecting her.

We'll have people following you.

Yeah, okay, but how
close can they get?

Can they follow me everywhere?

If someone were following me
right now,

do you really think they could
stop me from, say, uh,

breaking your neck?

If I didn't care about getting
caught, that is, and...

I don't.

Look, I get it.

You and the people
you work with,

you're gonna do
what you're gonna do.

You'll be watching
pretty little Jenny

and you'll be watching
pretty little me.

So maybe it'll be her.

Maybe it'll be someone else.

The important thing is
is that Devalos knows

about all this ahead of time.

That way,
if he doesn't step up,

the girl I find...

she won't just be my victim,

she'll be his victim, too.

Pretty good, right?

That'll kill him, won't it?

Good man like Devalos.

Respected man.

No way he'll be able
to live with himself

if he let's that happen.

(typing)

BRIDGETTE:
I know who you
are, you know.

Pardon me?

I know you're a prince.

I know about the problem.

I know about the money,
and I want to help you.

I've got a little more
than $38 saved up.

But I know it's not much,
but it's what I've got.

And when you get
all that money

that you've been writing
to people about,

you can pay me back.

I just want enough

to cover my library
debt: $92.18.

I think you are mistaken,
little girl.

You've got me mixed up
with somebody.

You don't have
to pretend with me.

I know you're
a prince, okay?

I've read the e-mails.

And I know that you
have enemies everywhere,

but I'm not one of them.

And look, even if you don't
get all your money back,

I want you to have this.

I'm sorry, young lady,
but you've got me mixed up.

I must get going.

No, you can't just not take
my money

because I'm a little kid;
that's not fair.

Okay, okay, fine.

Okay, give it to me.

Isn't it
a little early?

No, what it is, is...
a little cowardly.

What it is, is selfish.

Your timing is impeccable.

I was a minute from making
a clean getaway.

Your assistant told me
where I could find you.

Sir...

we really need to talk.

So all I have to do
to prevent this lunatic

from keeping his promise is
step forward

and declare myself
a criminal?

He knows what
you did, sir.

I don't know how he
knows, but he knows.

And I know it, too.

Look, I would never
second-guess what you did.

I might have done
the same thing.

And I know how much
you stand to lose.

But unless there's
something I'm not seeing,

I don't think you can keep
this a secret much longer.

I think you need to start
telling people what you did.

And not to give in to him...

but to keep him
from doing something

that you would
never recover from.

I mean...

if he hurt some girl...

I don't think you
could live with that.

There's a lot
you're not seeing, Allison.

But I appreciate your concern.

Uh, sir?

Sir, I'm a part
of this, too, now.

I don't want to be, but I am.

If you don't come forward...

I don't know, I might have to.

Well, I guess we're each
gonna do what we have to do.

ARIANNA:
I can say anything
to you, right, Dad?

Well, this is the last thing
you need to know,

the thing you're
never gonna get

to help me deal with.

This thing that's
been living inside me,

this cloud that
I can't get out from under,

it's always been there,
but it started to get worse

during my senior year
of high school.

Kim and I went to this party.

It was mostly college kids
home for their Christmas
break.

There was a boy there.

His name was William.

He was a little older,
cute, funny.

I liked him,
so I pretended to be older.

He kept giving me drinks.

I started to feel funny,

so he asked me
if I needed to lie down.

He helped me upstairs.
And the rest?

Well, you're defending him now;
you know what he does.

I was barely awake
for any of it.

All I knew the next day

was that something sick
had happened to me.

When I read about
your case in the papers,

when I realized how many
other girls he'd done it to,

how maybe I could
have stopped it all

if I had been braver
and said something,

well, that's when
all this started.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

I should have said
something to you.

(door slams)

(gasps)

(sighs)

(soft sob)

ALLISON:
Sir.

I've...

I'm so sorry.

I had a dream last night,

and in it...

(voice breaking):
I saw ev-everything.

Now I know why you
did what you did.

I'm so sorry if I was short
with you yesterday,

so sorry about what
happened to Arianna...

to you and Lily.

For everything.

Thank you.

It's been quite a burden.

The hardest part has been
keeping my wife in the dark.

Unfortunately,
it looks like that's...

no longer an option.

You are gonna come forward?

I don't think
I really have a choice.

I should have
put it all together sooner.

The obituaries that
he was leaving everywhere...

(heavy sigh)

That's how he
figured it all out--

he must have come across
one in prison

and when he saw her picture,
imagine his surprise

when he realized that he raped

the daughter
of his own defense attorney.

(exhales)

I'm gonna call
a press conference

tomorrow,
late afternoon,

admit what I did.

Lily's away on a trip
with some friends.

I want to speak with her first.

After that,
I'll speak with the press.

Hopefully, the fact
that there's going to be

a press conference
will be enough

to keep Mr. Gerwin
at bay for a day.

I'm gonna miss this place.

REGAL MAN:
Excuse me.

This is for you.

Wow. You already have
my, uh, $92.18?

No, it's just what
you gave me yesterday.

I can't keep it.

I don't care what you say.

You know, uh,

I've only been doing this
for a couple of weeks.

I'm not proud of it.

It's just, uh,
I haven't worked in a while,

and I was hoping to get
a little bit of money coming in.

But the truth is,
your $38 was all I got,

and, uh, I didn't set out
to swindle little girls.

So you're not a prince?

(laughs softly)
Why are you
dressed like that?

AIKEN:
Bridgette?

When you're done with those,
would you come help me

in the children's
section, please?

Yeah, sure.

Um, Miss Aiken,

this is Prince Abantu.

He's from Nigeria.

Nice to meet you.

Yeah, you, too.

Bye.

Bye-bye.

(door opens, closes)

JOE:
Well, at least

one of the Dubois women
is happy in her work.

Bridgette loves
working at the library.

She doesn't even mind the fact

that you can't
really talk in there.

Will hate to see it end.

Meets all kinds of
interesting people.

Even helped a nice
young girl set up
an e-mail account.

Hmm?

Come on, Bridgette Dubois,
Librarian at Large?

Isn't that good for
at least a smile?

Hmm. Well, I guess not.

Hey, come on, I mean...

I just, I can't stand
the thought of this monster
getting away with this,

the thought of Devalos
losing his job, his license.

Look, I know
he made a mistake,

but the truth is,
if that had been
one of our daughters,

I would've done
the same thing.

I think he showed
remarkable restraint

in not murdering
the son of a bitch.

See? It's easy.

Now you can write e-mails
to whoever you want.

Wow. Thanks.

You're a very smart kid.

Yeah, well,
I get that a lot.

(laughs)

Actually, can you help me
with one more thing?

I'm not a very
good typist.

I always feel like
I have ten thumbs.

Is there any way you
could type up an e-mail for me?

(sighs)

Don't be upset with me.

(whispering):
Arianna...

Arianna, what
are you talking about?

What are you doing here?

That e-mail I had
your little girl type...

it went to a crime boss
named Tom Harper.

William Gerwin got his parole
by agreeing to testify

in an organized crime case.

He sent away one of
Tom Harper's top lieutenants.

Harper never knew
who the snitch was.

That is, until now.

Oh, my God, you do know

what that man is gonna do
to Gerwin, don't you?

Absolutely.

And by the way,
he's already done it.

Gerwin is already dead?

It happened about an hour ago.

That man took
everything from me.

There's no way
I could let him take

everything from my dad, too.

I want what he did
to remain a secret.

Well, I'm sure it will.

Now... maybe...

maybe there's no reason
for anyone to know now.

Good.

But there is one person who
deserves to know the truth...

who needs to know the truth.

Will you do something for me?

Get my father
to do something for me?

ARIANNA:
I love you, Dad.

And I love you, Mom.

DEVALOS & ARIANNA:
"You both gave me so much love,

"and I'm taking that with
me wherever I'm going.

DEVALOS (only):
"Now you'll need to
give it to each other.

"Goodbye, Daddy.

(sniffles)
"Goodbye, Mommy.

I love you.
Arianna."

(heavy sigh)

(sniffles)

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