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[Man]
I've instructed my client to remain silent.

[Gulps]

He's not gonna talk.

Oh, that's okay. That's okay.
I don't have much faith in words myself.

Now, statistically speaking,
the average person...

tells three lies
per 10 minutes of conversation.

And, granted, that's just regular people.

We haven't studied any people
who are planning to firebomb a black church.

Could skew differently.

We don't have time for this scientist
to talk to the guy.

We went at him for four hours
and got nothing.

Now, the F.B.I. knows
you want mass casualties.

So right now,
A.T.F. is searching every inch...

of the two largest
black churches in the state.

Ooh. F.B.I. got it wrong.
Well, there's a shocker.

Not one of those two churches.

Maybe you want...

one of the smaller churches
in one of the black suburbs.

- You don't know what you're talking about.
- [Lawyer] Don't respond!

What do you say A.T.F. starts
with Southbridge?

No, I'm only kidding.
We're gonna skip that one.

They're gonna focus on Lawton.

You feel good about that?

That's it. Lawton.
Going after a church in Lawton.

That accusation has no basis.

What do you mean? He just told me.

The A.T.F. found a pipe bomb in a church
basement in Lawton an hour later.

- D.O.D. friend of mine said
this guy's a total nut job.
- [Man Continues]

Heard he spent, like,
three years in the African jungle...

with some primitive tribes
studying their eyebrows.

[Man]
Watch his reaction to my statement.

[Man On Videotape]
Right now, A.T.F. is searching every inch...

of the two largest
black churches in the state.

Now, what you just saw there was a brief
expression of happiness on his face...

which he was trying his best to conceal.

It lasted for less than a fifth of a second...

and it's what we call a microexpression.

Now, look at his mouth.

The suspect is secretly happy
about the locations we are searching...

which tells me
we have the wrong locations.

Now I tell him of our new plan. And...

- You don't know what you're talking about.
- Classic one-sided shrug.

Translation: I have absolutely
no confidence in what I just said.

The body contradicts the words.
He's lying. Yeah?

When you accuse a suspect
and he acts surprised...

is there a way to tell if it's real, or if
he's just trying to look innocent?

Now, that's real surprise. Lasts for less than
a second when it comes across your face.

But if your suspect is surprised for more
than a second, he's faking it.

- He's lying.
- [Murmuring]

Now, I call out that his target
is actually Lawton.

And... watch it again.

- Concealed scorn.
- [Murmuring]

And one personal tip. If you see this
microexpression in your spouse's face...

your marriage is coming to an end,
trust me.

- [Laughter]
- Yeah?

Uh, don't these microexpressions vary
depending on the person?

Let's leave this up, and we'll go to
the Kato Kaelin footage from the O.J. trial.

[Marcia Clark]
Mr. Kaelin, you got a lot of money...

for your appearance on A Current Affair,
didn't you?

- Um, yeah...
- Scorn. Scorn.

Huge scorn.

Shame, shame, and shame. Contempt.

These expressions are universal.

Emotion looks the same whether you're
a suburban housewife or a suicide bomber.

The truth is written on all our faces.

Just the man I was looking for.

Today's the day. Say it.

- You're the shrink.
I'm not big on self-affirmation.
- I'm telling you...

we cannot wait another day
to hire someone.

- I found the one. This is the one.
- I...

- Use your words.
- Why do we need to hire someone?

We got a new request this morning
from the D.E.A. and Homeland Security.

Someone from the prime minister's office
in Uzbekistan called.

They want us to give a talk
to their senior police.

Tell them to call back when they got
a constitution. A real one.

Here's the analysis from
the blinking experiment.

- You just getting in, Loker?
- Yeah. I got piss-drunk
last night with my roommate.

And I was just lying in bed this morning
thinking about how nasty-hot Nancy Grace is...

and just trying to decide
if I was gonna come in at all 'cause...

- it's not like there's anyone here
to fantasize about.
- No offense taken.

I don't go for married women.

Cal.

Cal. Cal!

- Dr. Lightman, I have the mayor on two for you.
- Right.

Mr. Mayor.

I see. No, of course.

No, anytime.

- What is it?
- Some blowup at the Justice Department...

about a high school teacher
that was killed in the Northwest.

He wants us on it right away since...
What is that?

- Chocolate pudding.
- Who eats pudding at 10:00 in the morning?

People who like pudding.

The mayor thanks you and Dr. Foster
for coming on short notice.

This case is a land mine.
We got a juvenile offender...

a family of devout Jehovah's Witnesses.

We gotta be real careful here.

Three days ago, James Cole,
16-year-old student at Jackson High...

murdered his teacher, Susan McCartney.

After Mr. Cole got into
Ms. McCartney's house...

he smashed her head into
a glass coffee table.

He then was caught
fleeing the house by two patrolmen.

Been in custody here ever since.

[Cell Door Opening]

So what exactly does the mayor want to
find out about the McCartney murder?

Assistant U.S. Attorneys
Hutchinson and Estin.

The kid was at the scene of the crime.

- He had motive, means, and he resisted arrest.
- And he failed a polygraph test.

- It's murder one.
- Well, I guess we're all here then.

Someone who wants the truth,
someone who wants to be right...

and us... the idiots in the middle.

The U.S. Attorney's Office
wants to try Cole as an adult.

But if the mayor is gonna support
sending a 16-year-old to prison...

for the rest of his life,
he wants to be certain...

we're talking about a premeditated,
cold-blooded murder.

He wants you to provide
an independent assessment of intent.

We'll need the crime scene photos
and the autopsy report.

I thought you could tell if somebody
was lying just by looking at them.

The question is never simply
if someone is lying. It's why.

Look, I already told
the police everything, okay?

Tell us why you think you're here, James.

[Sighs]
I was out for a run...

and the police thought
I was running from them.

So they arrested me.

I heard you made your school's track team.

I-I didn't "make" it.
They don't have tryouts.

Oh. What was your best race this year?

Uh, l-I don't know.

Um, probably against Jefferson last week.
Why?

I ran hurdles myself. 110 meters.

- How'd your quads feel during the race?
- Um...

Uh...

Good, l-I guess.

And what about on your run
the night you were arrested?

I felt fine.

Your teacher, Ms. McCartney,
was found dead in her home.

Have you ever been to her house before?

No, I've never been to her house before.

Ms. McCartney thought
that you should be held back a year...

because she felt you were having some
problems with your classmates.

What? I didn't wanna get held back.

How did you feel when
you found out she was dead?

I prayed for her soul.

I can't know God's plan.

But I didn't kill her.

[Chattering]

[Indistinct]

Hurdles?

- I could've run hurdles.
- Please.

So you get a sense of his intent?

When I asked James about his best race,
he broke eye contact...

in order to remember and answer truthfully.

When I asked him about his run the night
of the murder, he never broke eye contact.

He wasn't recalling a memory.
He was lying.

But I thought most people
avoid eye contact when they're lying.

No, it's a myth. And quite often,
they make more eye contact.

They need to watch to see
if you believe their lies.

The content analysis would suggest that James
has been to Ms. McCartney's house before.

Question:
"Have you ever been to her house?"

Answer:
"No, I have never been to her house."

Rigid repetition like that
is typical of a lie.

Okay. So you'll tell the mayor's office
the murder was premeditated?

Looks that way. But when I asked him
about his teacher's death...

what we saw was this... oblique eyebrows.

Sadness.
Why would he be hiding sadness for her?

- Looks like guilt to me.
- Well, it's possible he didn't
mean to kill his teacher.

- Excuse me?
- Could have been an accident.

[Chuckling]
Okay.

Okay, I indulged the mayor's office
in letting you talk to the kid.

But now, you're just making wild guesses
that have no basis in hard evidence.

This was no accident.

And personally, I think what you do is a joke.
It's a friggin' carnival act.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I get that a lot.

You know, a moment ago,
I saw you smile at your colleague.

Flash her a glance, then shift your gaze.

She responded by raising her chin boss...

revealing deep embarrassment.

- Cal.
- I'll take another wild guess.

You two had a fling.

She doesn't want a repeat performance because,
you know, what with your wife and all.

But you won't move on. Oh, no, no.

Keep your fingers off your nose.
Men have erectile tissue there.

Itches when they're hiding something.

[Bell Ringing]

I've been principal here
for over three years...

and we've never faced anything like this.

To lose a teacher, and then to find out that
a student might have been responsible, it's...

- I understand James was new to the school.
- Yes.

His parents chose to homeschool him
until this year...

because they're devout
Jehovah's Witnesses.

He was prepared academically,
but he had real difficulties socially.

Did he ever express emotion of any kind
towards Ms. McCartney?

He was sent to my office a number of times,
but he never mentioned her specifically.

But I can tell you...

the boy's father had some strong objections
to Ms. McCartney's teaching.

He was outraged that
she had assigned the book...

The Color Purple to her students.

He thought it was pornographic.

All right. They're ready for you.

But can I just say, uh,
as much as we all mourn this loss...

no teacher that I've spoken to believes
that this boy should go to prison for life.

He was in the Photography Club for, like,
five minutes before he quit.

It seemed like he didn't talk ever.

He took really good photos though.

I never saw him hang out with anybody.

He's kind of intense.
Like, the way he'd stare at you.

He talked a bunch of crap
about Ms. McCartney.

Really? What did he say?

The kid's a freak.
I mean, I can't remember exactly...

but... I'm sure I heard him say
something psycho about her.

You wouldn't just be saying that because
you got suspended for hitting him in the face?

I was in bio lab with him.

You know, I don't see how he could've done
what they're saying he did.

It's just... Well, I don't believe it.

I mean, I've never
even seen him get angry.

Why would he want to kill her anyway?

[Inhales, Exhales Sharply]

[Inaudible]

Are you feeling emotional
in any way right now, Jacquelin?

Um, no.

- It's okay if you are.
- I feel fine.

[Cal]
Deputy Bonds.

And what did you learn in school today?

Fifty-seven classmates,
and not one credible account...

of antecedent aggression from James.

I need to see the case file and look at
the other suspects Homicide questioned.

- What? You don't think James Cole is guilty?
- I don't know.

But if the prosecutor wants to send
a kid my daughter's age...

to a cell block with pedophiles
and serial killers...

- I wouldn't mind knowing for sure.
- Whatever you need.

- All right.
- Look, forget it.

- We'll find another one.
- No. Maybe he didn't see me.

- Why don't you get out?
- Just drive.

Hi.

- You didn't see me waiting for that space?
- I didn't see ya.

- Really?
- No, I did not see you.

I... I was waiting too.
You must not have seen me.

That's fantastic. Classic gestural slip.

You got the slightest head nod yes
before you shook your head no.

Look, I'm in the space,
and I'm not going anywhere.

That's true.

Hey! You can't block me in like that!

- [Alarm Chirping]
- Jerk!

Congratulations. One liar down...

six and a half billion to go.

Well, the U.S. Attorney's Office scheduled
the transfer hearing. We have two days.

I told the mayor's office we need to
examine James's antecedent behavior.

So we're set to meet with his parents
and his church group.

- How are you doing today, sir?
- I'm great.

- Good. Could you step out of the line, please?
- Are you serious?

Yeah.

Any reason you might be
anxious this morning, sir?

No, only that I'll miss my flight.

I need you to open your briefcase for me.

I'm gonna check it.
It's the liquids, right?

Stop. T-3B, backup.
Backup, T-3B. Open your briefcase.

You're gonna need to come with us.

Actually, you need to come with us.

When you leaned out of line, I could tell
you were jacked up about something.

That's 'cause I flashed you
a partial fear expression.

Whatever.
But why were you trying to play me?

Six years ago, Dr. Lightman left...

the Deception Detection Program
he founded for the Defense Department.

Together, we started a private firm
that works with police, corporations...

and almost every federal agency.

- We'd like you to come work for us, Ms. Torres.
- Why?

You've made seven times more arrests
than the average T.S.A. agent...

and you scored 97% on the T.S.A. Deception
Diagnostic, which Dr. Lightman created.

Have you ever had any
specialized deception training?

I've dated a lot of men.

You're one of the naturals. There's an
infinitesimal percentage of the population...

less than.001, that test nearly perfect
without any advanced training.

We've already cleared your leaving
with the T.S.A. field director.

Our office will call you later.

Oh, uh, don't forget your briefcase.

That's your signing bonus.

I just had a long conversation
with the school guidance counselor.

The girl whose breathing you said
was fast and shallow, Jacquelin Mathis...

has had three appointments with
the school nurse in the past two weeks.

Guidance guy said typically,
that could be about drugs or an S.T.D.

You know, gonorrhea, clap, crabs, uh...

Find out if Jacquelin has any connection
with James Cole outside of school.

- And follow up with the nurse.
- Okay.

Did the school principal
seem tense to you?

Wouldn't you be if this
happened at your school?

Well, he had his left hand in his pants pocket
pressed against his leg the whole time.

- We're not all hiding something.
- Okay.

You think I'm naive just because I don't
share your twisted view of the world.

- That, and you read romance novels.
- Yes, I do.

Because they make me happy.
A pursuit I highly recommend to you.

Truth or happiness. Never both.

- [Slurping]
- What is that now?

- Orange slushy.
- How old are you?

Chairman Baldridge from the Democratic
National Committee is on the phone.

- Some sort of crisis.
- Politician. That's all you.

Charge him by the lie.
We can retire tomorrow.

- Why isn't Dr. Lightman here?
- Cal really wanted to make it.

[Chuckles]
He's a better liar than you are.

- He's a better liar than all of us.
- I need your help, Gillian.

Congressman Zeb Weil, whose career
I've spent 20 years building...

is about to be accused of paying for sex.

A friend at the Post gave me the tip.

But I need to know the truth
before the story breaks.

- You think it could be a smear job?
- I do.

But allegedly,
Congressman Weil frequents...

some sort of high-priced escort service
at an underground club in Georgetown.

Now if that's true,
it's gonna be a P.R. nightmare...

because he's the new chairman
of the House Ethics Committee.

That's delightful.
But we don't go through people's dirty laundry.

So Dr. Lightman just assumes
you're a liar if you're a politician?

He assumes you're a liar
if you're a Homo sapien.

If these allegations are false...

are you gonna stand by while
an innocent man is destroyed by lies?

- Thanks for coming in right away.
- You're the boss.

I would like to sleep with you.

Uh, Eli Loker, Ria Torres.
He's harmless.

Just always speaks the truth about what's
on his mind. What do you call it again?

- Radical honesty.
- That's it.

Well, he'll get you started
on learning our facial coding system.

I have no chance with you. No.
Uh, do I have any chance with you?

- You always tell the truth?
- Always.

- How good are you in bed?
- Fair.

Fair's better than most.

I don't see why you need
to look in James's bedroom.

Mr. Cole, anything that gets us
a better sense of your son is helpful.

- James took these?
- [Woman] Yes, he did.

We let him convert that bathroom
to a darkroom for his photography.

That a problem?

Well, it was taking too much time from his
responsibilities as a Witness doing God's work.

What did James tell you
about Ms. McCartney?

He thought she was a good teacher.

And did you?

[Woman]
James did not kill that woman.

He would not take part
in wrestling practice for gym class...

because he knows the Lord
condemns violence, even in sport.

If you value something,
you build a fence around it to protect it.

And that's what we did with James.

We homeschooled him as long
as we could to shield him from...

from drugs and sex and corruption.

Is that why you were angry
about the material she was teaching him?

We are in the world, but not of the world.

And we need to protect our children
from nonbelievers.

Is there anything you wouldn't do
to protect your son from a nonbeliever?

Watch yourself.
I'm a man of God.

Well, I like horse racing, Manhattans...

briefs, not boxers...

all of which makes us equally likely to lie.

- So I'll ask you again.
- Get out of this house.

I've been doing some research
into James's family.

I spoke to an overseer of their church
who said Mr. Cole has had fights...

with other churchgoers
over their unholy lifestyles.

Some of them said he's an extremist.

There's something going on in that family.

The police saw James running away...

from the front door of
Ms. McCartney's house after the murder.

Maybe he was trying
to stop his father from killing her.

What's your content analysis
of the mother?

She was definitely concealing something.

When I asked her about Ms. McCartney,
she stopped using contractions...

and started referring to her
as "that woman."

As in, "I did not have sexual relations
with that woman... Ms. Lewinsky"?

Distancing language. She knew something
about her she didn't want to say.

We need to look at the polygraph test James
failed. I want to see what questions he spiked on.

Have I mentioned that your office looks
like it belongs to a serial killer?

- Several times.
- P.D. is running background
checks on both the parents...

and trying to confirm their whereabouts
the night of the murder.

As for the girl who was so anxious,
Jacquelin Mathis...

no connection to James Cole
outside of school.

But I do know why
she might've been anxious.

- The school nurse insinuated
that Jacquelin is pregnant.
- Pregnant?

Not what a father in my shoes
wants to hear. I gotta go.

I have Emily,
and her boyfriend's coming over.

You worry too much.
You do. You worry.

You're a worrier. You don't even know
if they talked about having sex.

- Well, he's taking her to a fancy restaurant.
- Emily's a smart girl.

- You have to trust her.
- Well, her mother's a smart girl too.

And I trusted her.

Well, I think Roger's a loser.

But if Mom wants to be with a loser...

You don't have to say that for me.

No, I'm saying it 'cause he's a loser.

I have the utmost respect for anyone
your mother cares for, and so should you.

Admit it. You're thinking, "What a loser."
I saw your eyes do the thing.

- [Doorbell Rings]
- Uh, Dan's early.

Yeah, and about that.

I know your mother's out of town,
and you got the keys, and Dan has a car.

No. We're not doing this. You just go
let Dan in while I finish getting ready.

And you better not do some covert
scientific technique...

to find out what we're doing
or not doing tonight.

Promise.

No covert science. I promise.

- Hi, Dan.
- Hi, Dr. Lightman.

Are you trying to have sex
with my daughter tonight?

We appreciate your time. Congressman Weil,
have you ever been to a club called Centurion?

Marshall, what is this really about?
I'm a five-term U.S. Congressman.

- I'd appreciate...
- Answer the question, Zeb.

I've never heard of it. Why?

It's been alleged that
you go to this club on Friday nights.

[Continues On Speaker]
Tell me how you spent last Friday evening.

I went for a swim
at the congressional gym.

Then I went home to catch up
on some committee reading.

Go on.

I had dinner alone before leaving
for an event at the Smithsonian.

Got it.
Now just tell it to me backwards.

- What?
- Start at the end of the night and work backwards.

[Nervous Chuckle]

Before the event at the Smithsonian, I, uh...

Well, as I told you, I did some reading.

And, um...

before that, I, uh...

That guy's lying his ass off.

Yes, he is. When you're lying,
it's hard to tell a story backwards...

because there's no real memory
of what happened.

Liars rehearse their stories in order.
They don't think to rehearse them backwards.

[Gillian On Monitor] Have you ever
engaged the services of a prostitute?

I am certainly not going
to dignify that with an answer.

And that is an expression of deep shame.

- This guy religious?
- [Gillian] That's what I don't understand.

Not religious, not married, no kids.

But he shows deeper shame than politicians
who have been caught cheating on their wives.

Well, being ethics chairman takes a lot
of the fun out of having sex with hookers.

But, seriously, what if he's into
something a lot more shameful?

Smacking them around, or underage girls?

I need to restore the expression I had
from James's polygraph up here.

[Woman]
Did you attack Susan McCartney?

No.

[Gillian]
Huh. The same shame expression.

Now punch in on his eye.
I want to see his pupil.

They're fully dilated.
And it's not fear or anger.

Well, you know what else
makes pupils dilate?

Sexual arousal.

You think there was a sexual relationship
between James and Ms. McCartney?

Maybe that's what the parents were hiding.

My son did not engage
in sexual activity of any kind.

As I told you, we're here because
we believe your son is innocent.

There were no signs of rape
or sexual assault in this crime.

But on his polygraph, James exhibited
intense sexual feelings for Ms. McCartney.

- Gerald...
- Be quiet.

We saw you trying to conceal
your scorn for Ms. McCartney.

That's not just about
the book she's teaching, is it?

What can you tell us
about your son and her?

I've already told you everything.

Both of you and your son are lying.
Now, let me tell you something.

The only way three people can keep
a secret is if two of them are dead.

- So wake the hell up.
- Everything you're doing makes perfect sense.

You're afraid for your son, Mrs. Cole.
And when we experience fear...

we try to exercise whatever control
we can, even if it makes things worse.

That's why you lied to us before.

It may help you feel better,
but it's not helping your son.

Because right now, the only people who believe
James is innocent are in this room.

I know that you have the courage...

to move past your fear
and tell us the truth.

Wait here.

We found these hidden in James's room...

before the police came
and searched his things.

I know how this must look, but our son
couldn't possibly have done this.

Did you know James had been spying on
Ms. McCartney before you found these?

- No.
- Did you ever talk to James about sex?

I talked with him about the urges
that young men feel.

We read from Colossians together.

"Fornication, uncleanness,
sexual appetite is idolatry. "

He knows there's no greater sin.

I need to see the crime scene photos.

You can't show these photographs
to anyone, please.

We need to show them to your son.

You took these, James.

And...

I understand why.

Ms. McCartney didn't make you feel anger.
She made you feel temptation.

She was a beautiful woman.

And for the first time in your life,
you felt desire.

You took these pictures
so you could fantasize about her.

You spied on her for weeks at school,
at her home.

You took these hiding right here behind
these trees, looking through the bay window.

And on the night of the murder,
you went back to her house to spy on her.

And this is what you saw.

There she was.

You became aroused.
You gave in to temptation.

I didn't know she was dead.

I had... I started to have thoughts.

Unclean thoughts.

And I touched myself.

But I swear to God, I did not know...

that she was... that she was dead.

[Sniffles]
It wasn't until afterwards.

I was walking away, and I saw the blood.

And I ran around the front.

And I was gonna call 911.
But the police came...

and... I ran.

I just ran.

What was I supposed to do?

I told the truth! I didn't kill her!
I told him what happened!

What was that?

You spoon-fed him a good defense,
and he's not stupid.

He went with it. But there's still
a preponderance of evidence against him.

- More than enough for a grand jury.
- James was telling the truth.

Oh, he lied when he said he'd never been
in Ms. McCartney's house before.

And these photographs go a long way
toward proving premeditation.

You aren't gonna
reconsider other suspects?

He was stalking the victim,
he fled the scene...

and he failed a polygraph
the night of the murder.

And all for the same reason... sexual guilt.

The polygraph only tells you
if someone is feeling guilty.

It doesn't tell you
what they're feeling guilty about.

The guilt James felt
had nothing to do with the murder.

Look. You want to ignore
the evidence, fine.

But I heard how things
ended for you over at the Pentagon.

And unless you want the entire
Justice Department...

picking apart every case you work
for us too, you'll leave this one alone.

There she is.

- Hey, honey.
- Hey, Cal.

Sorry I'm late. Had a bunch of work
I had to finish before leaving.

Why don't you come to dinner with us,
clear your head for an hour?

- It's gonna be a late night.
- Nah, I'm good. You go ahead.

- Okay.
- Good night.

Her husband just lied to her.

- He was lying when he said
he got held up with work.
- Don't you have work to do?

You're not gonna tell her he's lying?

How are we doing on the congressman
and the sex club thing?

Okay. Well, Congressman Weil...

still won't admit to anything,
so I'm gonna go to the club tonight...

and see if I can find out
what he did there that he's so ashamed of.

Girl Weil's been seeing goes by Melissa,
and he sees her every Friday night without fail.

- Classy, huh?
- Well, we all pay for sex one way or another.

At least hookers
are honest about the price.

##[Woman Singing, Indistinct]

Bet you boyfriend's pretty happy
this is his birthday present.

So, uh,
how do you like this place, Melissa?

It's great. Always a party.

You really hate it, huh?

Uh...
[Sighs]

It's just for now.
And, uh, it sucks being broke...

and I can make a lot more money
doing this than I did dancing.

So are most of your clients regulars
or one-offs?

Mostly, um, regulars, actually.

Maybe Julian and I could, um...
That's my boyfriend.

Maybe we'll become one of your regulars.
Are you free next Friday night?

No Fridays. I, uh...
I have, um, a regular on Fridays.

[Ria] I don't think the congressman
was doing anything nasty to her.

She had this little smile
about her Friday nights with him.

Like... Like she has
real feelings for the guy.

Was there wrinkling
around her eyes when she smiled?

Uh, yeah, there was.

Then it was real.
In a fake smile, there's no eye wrinkling.

Excuse me. Turn on the news.

There's much to be learned still.

But House Ethics Chairman Zeb Weil
reportedly spent more than $82,000...

on a single escort
over a matter of months.

He exited his congressional offices
moments ago.

- Is it true that...
- How long has this been going on?

- Look at his disgust.
- [Ria] Yeah, but he's not disgusted with himself.

It's like he's disgusted
with the idea of having sex with her.

- Well, maybe they weren't having sex.
- [Scoffs]

Why would a guy spend $82,000
on an escort he's not having sex with?

Yes, of course. No, I understand.

Defense Attorney says James has had
an acute psychological collapse.

He won't eat, sleep or talk to anyone.
He's on suicide watch.

Take a look at these.

Her clothes are identical
to the crime scene photos.

James took those the day of the murder.
And you can tell it's late.

Probably just a couple hours
before she was killed.

Look at her hand.

What?

It's tensed and turned upwards
at her side like this.

- Is that a gestural emblem?
- Yeah.

When we make it consciously,
the meaning's clear.

Stop. She was having an argument.

[Cal] Yeah. It had to be pretty disturbing
to produce that emblem.

So whoever was in that car had a fight with her
just hours before she was murdered.

Body language tells the truth,
even from the grave.

[Bell Ringing]

Principal Castle.
Thank you for seeing us.

Please. Anything to help.

Do you know who at school might've had
an argument with Ms. McCartney...

the day she was murdered?

I have no idea. What, do you think
another student was involved?

Possibly. We need to know
who drives this car.

Sure. I can try to see
if it's registered for school parking.

- Is that your car?
- No, it's not.

Were you romantically involved
with Susan McCartney?

Of course not. What are you suggesting?

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

I really am. I...
We have to consider everything.

And I'm sorry if I've offended you.
Really, l...

I'm very sorry.

Very sorry. If I...
If I offended you, I... I am sorry.

I have offended you, and I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.

It's not a good thing, really.

I apologize.

What's with the Rain Man routine?

You wanna know how scared he was after
you showed him the photo of the car?

- How scared?
- In skin temperature, about 10 degrees scared...

which is to say very scared.

His hand was colder
the second time you shook it.

Yeah. He recognized that car.
Intense fear kicked in.

- [Car Alarm Chirps]
- It's a classic physiological flight response.

Blood flows from the extremities
to your legs so you're ready to run.

Your hands get cold first.

The car in question does not belong to
the principal or his wife.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah. Deputy Bonds had Records
run both of their registrations.

So Principal Castle recognized the car,
but it's not his.

Well, find out whose it is.

Have them run the registration
of every student and teacher at the school.

The D.N.C. chairman's going ahead
with the press conference this afternoon.

But I think I know
what Congressman Weil...

was doing at the sex club,
and why he was so ashamed.

Take a look.
He filed this online two years ago.

Call me the second you hear about the car.
Come on.

Thank you.

You haven't done enough
muckraking for one day?

Sir, we don't think you were doing
anything sexual at that club...

because I believe this escort, Melissa,
who you paid for time with...

- What about her?
- She's your daughter.

I've already admitted what I did.
I'm tendering my resignation today.

This is the profile you registered
in May of'06 on AdoptConnect...

a registry for birth parents trying
to reconnect with an adoptee.

The adopted name you listed
was Brenda Melissa Johnson.

The date of birth would
make her Melissa's age now.

[Sighs]

I was a junior in college at UA.

And I was seeing a young woman who was
a freshman at the women's college in Marion.

She got pregnant.

We agreed to a closed adoption.
We both moved on.

But I never stopped thinking about it.

A couple of years ago, I registered
to be found. Nothing came of it.

So I hired a private investigator.

Does Melissa... Brenda...
know you're her father?

No.

I didn't want to force her
to confront an answer...

she clearly wasn't looking for.

But when I found out she was working
at that club, I had to do something.

So I went... Started getting to know her,
gave her money.

Tried to get her to quit.

We can tell the chairman and the press.

Please, no.

No?

I am close to getting Brenda
to make a change.

If the press finds out who she really is...

she will spend
the rest of her life being known...

as the congressman's whore daughter.

I've already betrayed her once.

I won't do it again.

- [Cell Phone Rings]
- Hey.

The car belongs to Jacquelin Mathis...

the girl the school nurse
thought was pregnant.

Deputy Bonds had Homicide bring her in.
Second District Station right now.

- Why would I know
what happened to Ms. McCartney?
- [Cal] No, you tell me.

- Why would I know?
- "Why would I know?"

Eyebrows go up like yours...

the person knows the answer
to the question they're asking.

Yeah, but I don't.
I don't... I don't feel well.

Morning sickness?
You argued with Ms. McCartney...

the afternoon that she was murdered.

No, I didn't.
You don't know what you're talking about.

- I know when you're lying.
- I'm not lying.

- I know why you fought with her.
- I didn't!

This your car?

I didn't kill Ms. McCartney.

Now, that's the truth. I know you didn't.
But you know who did.

So tell me about the argument.

I don't have anything to say.

You know, James Cole is innocent.

He's gonna go to prison for the rest of his life.
You really gonna let that happen?

I mean, maybe you couldn't stop
the murder, but you can stop this.

You have to stop this.

I... I can't.

- Jacquelin.
- [Door Opens]

[Door Closes]

Well...

I guess it doesn't matter anymore.

And you're gonna have to live with this...

'cause James Cole
just hanged himself in his jail cell.

[Exhales]

[Sobbing] I didn't think that
anything would happen to James...

'cause he's a minor.

I didn't know that he was gonna...
Oh, my God.

Why did Principal Castle...

recognize your car
when I showed him the photograph?

You're involved with him, aren't you?

Castle took advantage of you.

He didn't take advantage of me.

We're in love. He loves me.

Mmm. You're pregnant
with his baby, aren't you?

He was gonna leave his wife to be with me.

He told me.

Ms. McCartney saw us...

parked in my car, that was at school...

We didn't...
We didn't know, but she saw us.

And then later that day, she came up
to me in the parking lot freaking out...

like... like she had
to be all worried about me when...

I mean, I was the one who went after him.

And then you argued about turning him in?

I begged her not to.
He hadn't done anything wrong.

She didn't listen.

She said she was gonna turn him in.

So... I told him.
And then, you know...

he said that everything would be okay,
and that he would talk to her.

But...

I didn't know he was gonna kill her.

I didn't know.

- [Sirens Wailing]
- ##[Pop]

[Man]
# To be the one #

# To be the only one #

#Someone has to give a lot
Something has to give a lot #

#And who am I #

# To give you what you need #

# When I'm learning #

#Just learning #

#Learning how to live
and to bear the weight #

##[Continues, Faint]

You get the e-mail from
the U.S. Attorney's Office?

- No.
- Principal Castle confessed
in exchange for 30 years.

I thought the truth would set you free.

Speaking of which, do you still have
that note that I brought you?

I want it for my office.

You really are a pack rat.

You could've just told me what this was for.

Mmm, no.
You're a terrible liar.

Normal people think that's a good thing.

Are you saying I'm not normal?

Good night. Go home.

# Could be the one you need #

#If you'd only #

Hey.
Uh, D.N.C. Chairman's on the phone.

- What are we gonna say about the congressman?
- Nothing.

So we're just gonna let him throw away
his career? We're basically gonna lie?

Not basically.

So you lie to your partner
about her husband...

and you lie to the people who hired us.

What am I supposed to believe about you?

You can believe whatever you want.
It's what everyone else does.

[Man] I'm glad we're spending
the holidays with your family.

Your folks are great.

#Just look 'em in the eye
It's easier to lie #

I'm saying I didn't even want this promotion.
I feel terrible they fired him.

I love you. I'm gonna leave my wife.

I just need a little more time.

# To bear the weight #

#And push into the sky #

- #It's easier to lie ##
- Excuse me.