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It's over.

So what's the real story?

It's a good one.

Camille Taylor, girl from the wrong side of the tracks.

Such as a big one.

Marries a millionaire.

Problem is, it wasn't enough.

It never is, is it?

Anyway, she got bored.

How's the book coming?

Great. Much faster than I thought.

And I got a call from the publisher, and they're very interested.

Isn't that exciting?

What's wrong?

Camille, I just think you should be careful.

Careful for what?

Well, you know, men go to a brothel for privacy, and I just think you're going

to catch a lot of flack for a tell -all book, you know?

Oh, please.

It's a hot topic. Sex sells.

Besides, the girls love it.

They're going to be so excited when I tell them about the publisher.

You're not going to go there.

I'm going this morning.

It's research, Lane. I have to go.

Look, the thought of you in that place drives me crazy, okay? I mean, you're my

wife.

What's the matter?

You afraid I'm going to be corrupted?

Sorry, mister.

I don't do anything without getting paid.

Camille.

Camille?

Who's that?

Your wife?

The money.

What?

Two hundred for the day, sir.

But you look like you're an everything kind of guy.

Better make it three.

I'm here.

I'm here.

You like what you see?

That's good. Yeah.

Yeah.

You like that?

You like that too?

That's very good.

My money now.

I earned it.

It's all right. I'll get it back from you sometime.

Look, I'm going to go.

And I want you to stay away from that place today.

Problem is, she couldn't stay away.

Once a bad girl, always a bad girl, right?

Yeah, hi. This is Lane Taylor.

Oh, well, good. Thanks.

Listen, I have a favor to ask you.

My wife is writing a book.

Well, yeah, me too.

It's her pet project, and I just try to stay out of it. But listen, I heard the

other day that she had a publishing deal, and I just want to check and see

that's a legitimate offer.

Pather Publishing, Pather Publishing, something like that.

Okay, yeah, you can.

That's good.

Good. All right, thanks. I owe you one.

Bye.

Come in.

Have you heard?

Heard what? I'm all involved in her everything.

I got the publishing deal.

Oh, the girls will be happy.

Everybody wants their 15 minutes of fame, right?

What is it?

Nothing. Go on.

There's one thing I'm worried about.

You're worried? Isn't this what you wanted?

Yeah, but I don't know how much longer I can hide the truth from Lane.

You should have told him before you married him.

And say what?

Darling, I'm an expensive hooker. And even though you're a high -profile

businessman who runs in political circles, I didn't think you'd mind if

wife was the call girl.

Please, Valerie.

The marriage would have been off in a second.

Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to publish

your memoir.

Well, maybe he won't find out.

Don't be so naive, Camille. Someone will tell him. Someone always does.

Besides, you have bigger problems right now.

Like what?

The girls have been talking. The clients are starting to get nervous.

What are you talking about?

Well, the girls are excited about the book.

They've been talking. The men are getting very nervous. They don't know if

you're naming names. No one likes it.

I don't care.

This is for me, no one else.

And if they don't like it, too bad. Too bad?

I don't like it either, Camille.

I'm going to lose my business.

How many men do you think will come here if they feel like they have no privacy?

Use your head.

Forget about this book thing.

I... want to do a little research.

David Baxter.

Remember how much fun we had with him?

You go ahead.

Okay. But if you change your mind, you can borrow something of mine. You know

what he likes.

David Baxter was one of my favorite clients.

He loved threesomes.

My best times were when Valerie would offer to share David with me.

David Baxter.

Married. Sits on the board of three major corporations.

The picture of the perfect man.

His only weakness?

The brothel.

Imagine how happy he was about the book.

Uh -uh -uh, not yet.

Beckham.

Joy?

I'm done.

about the book.

So? So.

You're looking for trouble.

Just throw it away while you still can, okay?

That's not gonna happen.

You know what can happen if you publish that book?

It's not my problem.

We come here for the fantasy, Camille. No one can do everything we want and the

world's not gonna know about it.

You're about to ruin all that.

It's not about you, David.

Why can't you get that? It's about the girls, the life. It has nothing to do

with you. There is no life without the clients.

I don't want to hear anymore.

You better watch out. I mean it.

Camille was about to find out just how unhappy everyone was about this book.

He's mad about the book.

He says a lot of other people are, too.

I mean, he is really upset.

I told you, everyone is upset.

Not everyone.

Cindy's thrilled.

She even thinks we're going to make her famous.

Where is she, anyway? She said she was coming over for a swim, but I guess the

rain stopped her.

She told me she was seeing William today.

She even offered to leave the door open a crack, just in case I needed to do

more research.

And do you?

No, I remember William.

He remembers you, too. He's furious about that book.

Doesn't that make you think that this isn't such a good idea?

On the contrary.

I was thinking about sending a photographer over to shoot some of the

Photographer? You didn't say anything about pictures.

Well, only the girls who want to be photographed.

I think it'll add realness to the book.

Leave my name out of that book.

And after today?

Yes.

I don't think it's a very good idea if you come around here anymore.

Open up.

I'm sorry, sir, but you are under arrest for solicitation.

What? I wasn't soliciting anything.

Right, in your drawer. I'm afraid there's been a mistake. I was just

here.

Yeah, waiting for one of those girls to come in.

Is there anything I can do?

My wife, what would she say?

Well, there might be something.

Please.

Now, get on your knees.

Ah!

What do you want, David?

I want to talk.

About the book.

I'm listening.

How much do you want it to publish?

It's not about the money, David.

Really?

What is it about then?

When I married Lane, I thought I was set.

He had so much money, I would never have to work again.

But then I got bored.

Really bored.

Poor Camille.

I don't expect you to understand.

I don't expect anyone to understand.

This is something for me.

To prove that I can be successful without Lane.

That's a big price to pay for being bored.

Now be careful.

There's a lot at stake for a lot of people here.

The book is not for sale, David.

Are you willing to risk your personal safety for that book?

Are you threatening me?

No, I'm telling you to back off. It's for your own safety.

You know, I hear things.

No, you back off.

Do you hear that?

Everything.

The book cannot be published, you know that.

I know.

Valerie and David were fast becoming allies.

After all, she had as much to lose as he did.

And don't forget William.

Impulsive, irrational William.

I had a wonderful time.

We always do.

Well, this is for you.

William, what is this for? You already paid.

Just call it a bonus.

I'm not sure I'll be coming around as much anymore.

Why not?

Why not?

Camille's book, of course.

I can't be associated with this place with something like that coming out.

Valerie is going to be so pissed when she hears that.

I'm not happy either.

I'm nervous as hell.

What if I'm mentioned in the book?

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

I swore I'd like to kill that bitch.

I wonder if Camille knew she really didn't have a chance.

She'd gone too far.

And there was no turning back.

And precisely what time did you arrive at your office?

Wait a minute.

You don't think I had something to do with this, do you?

Come on, I love my wife.

The locks were jimmied.

Nothing was taken.

Couldn't have been a robbery.

But I'm just looking for an angle.

Well, there was something missing.

What's that?

The gold necklace with the little bit.

A heart charm on it? She never took that off. I keep telling you people that. I

gave it to her on our wedding day, okay?

Fine.

We've got a missing necklace.

You still haven't told me what time you arrived at the office.

I don't know.

Eleven o 'clock.

And you were there all day and all night?

All night, yes.

I often work all night long. It's very quiet. I get a lot done.

Okay. Is there a janitor or cleaning crew that can verify that?

They come in twice a week, but no, no, they weren't there last night, okay?

How convenient.

What's that?

So there's no one there that can verify the time you arrived?

I don't think so.

We're going to go ahead and check around the house a little bit. Go ahead and

sit back, relax.

Can I get you water or anything?

Thank you.

What?

What?

Camille Taylor has been murdered.

Oh. Oh, no. Oh.

Oh, no.

What?

This afternoon I was with William. He was so pissed off about the book.

What did he say?

He said, I swear I could kill that bitch.

And you are who?

I'm John Milbank, Mr. Taylor's attorney.

When did you find time to call on your attorney?

Don't answer that.

Is my client under arrest?

Of course not.

I'm just asking him a few simple questions. Oh, good. In that case, I

you call me with any further questions.

My client is obviously distressed and needs his time alone.

No problem.

Why am I collecting from you?

Tell me everything.

Well, I didn't do it. I came home. I found her laying there.

These guys think I did it. It doesn't matter. Spouse was always the first

suspect.

We just need to find out who could have done this, all right? Just we need a

motive.

Motive? Come on. Camille was writing a tell -all book about a local brothel.

Tons of heavyweights were there. I mean, any one of those guys might be running

scared. Really?

Yeah, really.

Look, just this morning, she told me she'd got herself a...

publishing deal, and I said, Camilo, look, you've got to be careful, because

know this is going to make people angry.

Do the police know about this book?

Yes, they do. I pointed it out to them. I gave them a copy, but they seem hell

-bent on pinning it on me. I doubt they're even going to look at it.

What?

What you really need on this is a good investigator.

Someone to get inside that brothel and find out what really happened.

I'll pay anything, Miami. It looks like my life is at stake here.

I know someone.

Top -notch and willing to cross the line on occasion if it suits her.

Her? Yes.

And she's the best.

Let's go for it.

Naturally, I was intrigued when you called about this case.

I never could figure out how you managed to get inside that brothel so easily.

Impressive.

Let's just say some of my better contacts have ties to this type of

entertainment. In my business, you know, on the wrong side of the law can be

more important than the right side.

So I made a call.

Call in a favor.

In walks the attorney.

I'm shut down. I can't even ask this guy any more questions.

That's a big -money address.

Are you sure it wasn't a robbery?

I don't know. They had some big -ticket items. You know, I don't know.

Nothing was taken but the necklace she was wearing, the gold necklace with this

heart charm.

If he's so innocent, why is he that quick to call an attorney?

My thoughts exactly.

Who is the attorney?

John Milbank.

Is that so?

Why, you know him?

Yeah, he's good.

And it means Taylor's got a lot of money.

He's going to start his own investigation.

You know, I changed my mind.

Bring him in.

Book him? No, we don't have enough for that yet.

What if he wants his attorney? That's fine. We're just shaking him up at this

point. All right, the attorney's going to shut us down.

Just do it. You know, I want the guy to know that we're on to him. I want him a

little rattled.

Whatever you say.

Oh, hey, and call Tom Barton. He's solid. We need somebody good to help us

this.

You do realize that the only reason you're here is because of a mutual

St. Louis, right?

I appreciate it.

I had a situation that forced me to relocate immediately.

That girl's got to work, right?

And not knowing the house was here, our friend was kind enough to make the call.

Well, our friend assures me that you're not a troublemaker, that you know the

game perfectly.

Unpack, get comfortable, learn the house, meet the girl.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

You won't regret it, I'm sure.

I have to tell you, I really love my job.

Every case gives me the opportunity to create a new character.

Now I just had to find out who was the closest to Camille.

Relax, baby.

I still can't believe Camille's gone.

Why don't you want to say anything?

She was your favorite.

Well, I warned her.

Not surprised at all.

Should have put a stop to that old broke business.

You know, the police think Lane did it.

You know, it could have been anyone, okay?

I was so mad, I could have killed her with my bare hands.

Where the hell are you?

New girl.

I'm looking forward to meeting you properly.

Who was that?

She said she was new.

That's funny. I don't remember Valerie hiring.

Yep.

Now, it's only a matter of time before the police get to the brothel.

They believe Lane's guilty, but they can't ignore the obvious motives created

the book.

Come.

Oh, you're good?

Can I come in?

You have a warrant?

Look, I'm not here to mess with your business.

I'm here about Camille Taylor.

Can we make this quick? I have a business to run.

What can you tell me about Camille?

She hasn't worked here in a long time.

I read the book.

Oh, so you know all about us.

You know, there's really nothing I can tell you. I can't think of anybody who

had any particular interest in Camille.

Well, you missed one thing.

What's that?

Who stands to lose if this book is published?

And how long would it take for you to be shut down, Valerie?

You cannot possibly think.

Now, that would be the search warrant.

You bastard.

Guys, you start upstairs.

I'm going to step down.

Valerie

knew

she looked good to the cops for that murder.

After all, Camille was going to ruin her business.

And for me, you never know when you're going to run into old friends.

Tom,

it's been a long time.

You're the private investigator that Taylor hired? Shh.

Look.

Meet me at this address at 8 o 'clock. I promise I'll explain everything.

Please.

How dare you?

These are my things.

Who let you in here anyway? Where's Valerie?

He has a warrant.

Blinding anything, Detective?

Not yet.

What is going on here?

I thought this was a safe place to work.

I'll explain later.

Imagine my surprise finding Tom as the detective on the case.

I had a run -in with him a while back.

What kind of a run -in?

I'm sure you read about the case.

The Kingston Jewels.

Estimated value, $25 million.

I was hired by the insurance company to find the thief and make a deal.

I see where this is going.

Yep.

He was chasing the thief to convict him.

I was trying to pay him off.

So who got there first?

Do you have to ask?

Satisfied?

Hardly.

I'm anticipating days and nights of interviews with those clients.

Not to mention the girls.

I'm going to need a list of those clients.

And I don't suppose there's anything I can do to eliminate that process now, is

there?

Well, the more I know, the less time I'm going to spend here.

So what do you say? Are you going to work with me on this?

Why not?

How old you know Camille?

Oh, that's a good one. No, that's really, really good.

What?

Don't you get it by now?

She worked here.

Worked here?

As a prostitute?

With her husband?

Lane, are you kidding?

You know, she could care less about what anybody else thought about that book or

how it would affect them.

But she was scared to death that Lane would learn the truth.

Truth?

That she was nothing more than a common whore.

Any of the other clients know about the book?

Sure.

I'm going to need those names.

I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?

I'm being tied.

John, I'm worried.

That's all right. It's what they want.

She brought you in to shake you up a little bit.

All right, believe me. If they had anything, they would have charged you.

Well, what do we do next?

Just stay low. Don't talk to anyone.

All right? I've got the best investigator your money can buy on this.

She's already inside the brothel.

All right, trust me.

She'll find out who really did this.

Well, when do I get to meet this woman? I feel like my life's in her hands.

Soon. I'll arrange it soon.

I knew I had to get Tom's agreement not to reveal my identity.

The whole thing could blow up my face if he blew the whistle.

I arranged to meet him here.

Right here in your office.

Long time, Phil.

I was expecting Tom.

You're lucky he didn't blow your cover.

Where is he?

Come on, Melina.

When he told me he saw you, I took him off the case immediately.

A little too much history there.

We have history, too, Phil.

What's the matter? Memory loss?

No, but I never took it personally.

Tom did.

It's water under the bridge.

Not to him.

And let's face it, Melina, even you know that guy should have gone to jail.

If Tom had a stronger case, he would have been able to nail the guy before I

a chance to negotiate with this business.

He should have understood that.

Study let it get in the way of us.

Speaking of us, you ever think about me?

It would never work.

The job always came first with you.

Maybe not anymore.

It might be different this time.

going to happen, Valerie?

Nothing. They'll arrest the murderer, this will all be over, and things can

finally get back to normal around here.

Do you think Lane did it?

Because the cops seemed convinced.

Every question they asked was about Lane.

Did they fight?

Were they happy?

Well, it would have been a whole lot cheaper than divorcing her.

And it certainly would avoid the major scandal that having that book published

would cause.

What? What is it?

Well, I was with David earlier, and he was pretty mad about that book, too.

He said he was so mad, he could have killed her himself.

Um, where's the new girl?

She had some kind of an emergency.

She should be back soon.

You know, there's something about her.

What?

I don't know. I just had this feeling.

For the record, John really believes Lane Taylor's innocent.

That's why he hired me.

He did it.

Why? Because he's the husband?

Have you read the book? There are so many people who lose here.

We really should work together on this.

Share the information.

What? What you mean is I should tell you everything and you share nothing,

right? If I blow your cover, you have nothing.

Deal. You first.

Me? Why?

I don't have anything yet.

All right.

When Tom went to the brothel, he found out that Camille worked there before she

married Lane.

That's why she knew so much and was able to write the book.

Does Lane know?

Apparently not.

So much for your motive.

We'll see.

I gotta go.

Hey, be careful over there.

I went back to the mansion to spend my first night.

I knew it was very possible I was sleeping under the same roof as the

And I wondered if Valerie really bought the bogus story I made up to meet Tom.

Can I help you with something?

Hi, I'm Tess.

I'm Elena.

You know, I go through other people's things.

We share everything around here. You'll get used to it.

I couldn't sleep.

And you're new, so I was just curious.

Why couldn't you sleep?

Well, the cops were here earlier.

And I'm really upset about Camille.

She was like a sister to me.

Yeah, I heard about that.

What was she like?

She was smart and funny.

Yeah. Bet she should have never written that book.

Did you ever meet her husband?

Lane?

Sure, but we all had to be really careful.

She never wanted him to find out what she used to do.

It was like she was ashamed that she worked here.

So he didn't know?

No way.

If he knew, he would have never married her. It would have ruined his corporate

image.

Anyway, I'm tired, so I'm going to go to bed. Sorry about your purse.

If you want, you can look through mine tomorrow.

Good night.

Try to get some sleep.

You seem sweet and innocent.

But if she was so innocent, what the hell was she doing digging through my

purse?

I was glad you arranged for me to meet Lane.

I wanted to personally see his reaction when he found out Camille was a call

girl.

Where are you going?

Shopping. I'm not on the clock till two, right? Right. You want to come?

No, thanks. Don't be late.

Okay.

Hi. David, right?

Why are you here?

Look, if you want to play games, I'm not on the clock until 2.

Hey, you're a cop.

What? Hey, thanks, my son.

I'm going to get still and slowly. How's your new girl?

Stay away from me.

The

detectives

told me that this just reads perfectly.

It's a crime of passion.

They're convinced it's personal.

There's no robbery.

Murder is cheaper than divorce, and they're not even, as far as I'm

investigating anybody else on this.

Why do you think the killer took the gold necklace with the heart?

Well, I don't know.

She never took that thing off, if that means anything.

They gave it to her on her wedding day.

I just have a few more questions.

You don't have anyone to confirm your alibi.

Well, I was working late.

No one there except me, as far as I know.

I often do work late, so they can check on that.

Your wife's blood was found on the suit you were wearing.

Well, of course.

I mean, I ran to her. She was laying there covered in blood.

I cradled her.

I couldn't believe she was dead.

I'm just playing devil's advocate.

Lane. What?

Did you read the book?

No, why?

Do you know who Camille based the main character on?

No, why? What's that got to do with anything?

Camille based the character on herself.

I don't understand.

When?

She worked at the brothel before marrying you.

No. Okay.

No, that's impossible, okay? I mean, she was a model.

You didn't know.

Of course I didn't know.

Lane seemed truly shocked to find his wife was the call girl.

Hey, so what do you got?

Well, I talked to the neighbors up and down the street.

No one knew him socially except for the next -door neighbors hearing some

fighting.

Well, everybody fights.

Anyone ever see him hit her?

Nope, never.

What else you got?

Worked on two men who favored Camille according to Valerie's list.

Got David Baxter here waiting for you.

Came in on his own.

I'm still trying to locate this William Sturge guy.

All right, that's good.

All right, I'll see Baxter now.

You go check out forensics, all right?

You know what Baxter's going to say, right?

To his house, forensics is irrelevant.

You got a plan?

Yeah. Stay on it. They're going to make a mistake. They always do.

A

little

early for martinis, isn't it?

I needed it today.

Problem?

This whole...

Camille Taylor murder needs to go away soon.

I wish they'd just arrest somebody and get it over with.

They knew who did it. I'm sure they would.

Well, they're talking to her husband, Lane.

I even had to give over a complete list of all of her former clients.

Had to. They'd shut me down if I didn't.

Are you close to him?

Close to who?

Lane.

No, I don't know him at all.

You never met him?

Nope, never.

Thanks for the drink.

Hey, I don't mean to be looking for another place, do I? I mean,

going to work out okay for you?

Everything's going to work out just fine.

You never met him?

No, never.

Oh.

No, I think you got it wrong.

I'm just here to ask questions about Camille. Camille Taylor.

Relax, baby. This one is on the house.

But I just...

Oh. Oh.

Hey, you know where Detective Rothman is? I've been here for a half hour

already. No, I'm sorry.

Ah, Mr. Baxter.

Detective Rothman. Appreciate your coming in. Well, I got nothing to hide.

You know why I'm here, though? I barely knew Camille Tanner.

What is your other chair?

So, you say you barely knew Camille Taylor.

That's right.

Are you sure about that?

What do you mean?

Well, we've heard differently.

We've heard that Camille Taylor was your favorite girl at Valerie's, that you

saw her often, every day, for a little while.

Look, this is embarrassing for me, okay? I liked having sex with her so much.

It's not like we were in a relationship, right?

Are you a married man, Mr. Baxter?

Yes.

Successful business?

Yeah, you can say that.

So, could I say, then, that you'd actually have quite a bit to lose if

Taylor published her book?

Could I say that, sir?

Excuse me.

Rothman?

Guess who's here?

Who? William.

For what?

What's up? He said he wasn't coming back here again after coming out with that

book.

You know what?

I'm going to get Cindy. Wait.

Maybe I should take him.

Give him someone different.

Oh, I don't know.

I can handle him.

Besides, the new girl might take his mind off the book.

Well, all right, but just remember you like to be told what to do.

Another man running scared of Camille's book.

I needed to find out if he was a real suspect.

Where is Cindy? I asked for Cindy.

What does it matter, William?

What matters is where he's at.

I told Cindy I wasn't going to come anymore because of that book.

So, William, why are you here?

Well, she's dead.

There's no book.

I thought it would be safe to come around.

So you're happy she's dead?

She had to die, didn't she?

What he said should have made him my top suspect.

Something wasn't right.

He just didn't seem capable of murder.

You had to let Becker go?

What could I hold him on? We got nothing.

Let's go over it again.

I've already been over all the phone records. I've got nothing.

The secretary says here that it's not unusual for this guy to be there all

night. Says he does it a couple times a month.

Forensics.

Well, hair and blood matches found on his clothing, but it's consistent with

finding her at the time of her death and holding her.

Do you want to bring this guy in again?

No.

Let's face it, we don't have anything concrete.

It could be anybody.

It could be Valerie.

You don't think it was Lane?

No, you do?

Yeah, I still do.

It just seems like all these other guys got so much more of a motive.

Motive? What about finding out that your wife was a call girl?

Lane didn't know that.

Yeah. That's what he says.

I was frustrated.

Frankly, I knew I was having the same problem as the police.

Lots of motive and no evidence.

I needed someone to open up to me.

Testing the logical choice, she was her best friend.

Funny. I didn't have to look for her.

She came to me.

Come to dig around again?

No.

Is everything okay, Tom?

Well, I heard something.

And I told Valerie, but I didn't tell the police.

And I think I should have.

You want to tell me?

No.

David Baxter.

I see him all the time.

He used to be Camille's until she left.

And he was pretty mad at her about writing that book.

Did he tell you something?

Yeah, he said he was so angry with her that he could kill her with his own

hands.

You told Valerie?

Yes, but I didn't tell the police.

Are you going to?

I don't know.

I have to see him later today.

Anyway, that's it.

I gotta go, so I'll see you later.

Nothing. We still have someone on this guy.

24 and 7. The guy's like a freaking angel.

My ass. He had to make a mistake.

We just have to figure out what it was.

What else you got?

William Sturge is cleared.

He was at a country club dinner and there's lots of people there that saw

That detective practically accused me of murdering Camille.

Did you hear me?

Hello?

What?

What? You were obsessed with her.

You think I killed her?

All I'm saying is... I can see why the cops might think that.

Don't you?

I don't.

I've got to go.

I'm out of here.

Where's my briefcase?

I didn't see you walk in with it. Maybe you left it in the car.

Uh -uh.

I'm sure I brought it in.

Well, David, if it's not here, it's not here.

All right. Well, give me a call if you find it, all right?

I think you better do this now.

I didn't know what she had, but I knew it was my break.

I wondered why she didn't go to Valerie.

I just got lucky she chose to confide in me.

David was just here, and he left his briefcase.

And?

And I was just looking around, moving things around, not snooping or anything,

and I saw... I thought... Saw what?

Well, look!

That necklace is Camille Taylor's. I know that because she never took it off.

Hey, Tess, I'm taking the briefcase.

I'll find everything later, but for now, you just have to trust me.

But what am I going to tell Valerie? And David's going to come back. He's going

to want to know where his briefcase is.

Just trust me, Tess.

Don't say anything until you hear from me.

Well, what can I say, Melina?

As usual, you delivered.

John? Phil?

Came as soon as I could. I wanted to put the search warrant in motion. They're

at Baxter's house right now.

um

You found it?

Oh, shit.

Well, book him and get it to forensics right away.

Well?

They found the knife.

It's going to the lab, but it looks like it might be a perfect match.

So I assume this clears my client?

I have never been so wrong.

I guess I should congratulate you.

Really, it was Seth Bryan.

He's the one who discovered the briefcase. I was stuck like you.

I'll be on my way.

For you.

Payment in full. Thank you.

Not so fast.

Lane Taylor would like to see you personally.

Thank you.

It's not necessary.

I know. I know. But it's important to him.

It feels like he gave his life back.

Okay. Okay. I'll go.

It was almost too easy.

I slipped a necklace in my ears in the bathroom.

You should have seen his face when he came out and he couldn't find his

briefcase.

Well, you should have seen his face when the cops found the knife at his house.

You know, that was really good planning.

Me slipping into the house while you were there with him.

Nobody saw me.

I'm sure of that.

And now, with life, they're going to have to drop the charges, right?

Drink up.

You know, I can't believe that she tried to fool me into marrying a prostitute

and get away with it.

So when do I get my money?

Oh, you mean that exorbitant amount that you asked to help me out on this little

scheme of mine?

Oh, my God.

Oh, Tess, Tess, Tess.

You're what's known as a loose end, dear.

When the cops find you, you're just going to think it's another war and

a drug overdose.

I heard the judge denied bail. Yeah.

Well, what's wrong with you?

Baxter's story.

What, you believe him? It's possible.

Tess and Lane were having an affair, right? They framed Baxter.

If I was accused of murder, I'd do just about anything to keep my ass out of

jail.

Slow down.

Baxter claims that their affair was common knowledge, that any number of

could confirm it.

All right. Well, how do you explain the physical evidence?

The necklace and the knife?

What about Baxter's explanation?

Tess lures him over, Lane plants the knife while he's with Tess, and then

plants the necklace later.

Sounds like some kind of story that I'd create to stay out of jail.

Where are you going?

You know, I have some more questions I want to ask Lane Taylor.

You want me to go with you?

No. I got this one.

Well, I cannot thank you enough for coming over here like this.

I told John it wasn't necessary. I was just doing my job.

Oh, man.

You know, when the cops thought that I was guilty, there's just no word to

describe that feeling. Here I was, innocent, and yet I had this feeling of

impending doom. It was just... I'm sorry. I'm rambling.

How about a glass of wine?

Thanks, but I've really got to go.

Oh, no, come on. I insist.

Yeah, we're celebrating, right?

Yes, I suppose we are.

Okay, one glass, and then I'm afraid I'll have to leave.

Okay, good.

I'll be right back.

Lana Powers.

Hi, it's Valerie Peters. I just saw on the news that David Baxter's been

arrested. Yes.

He's not guilty.

What do you mean? Why would you think that?

I have to tell you something.

I didn't want to get involved before, but I can't let an innocent man go to

jail. What is it, Valerie? Tell me.

Lane did know that Camille worked as a call girl.

Lane knew Camille worked at the brothel. Are you sure?

He came in a couple of months ago asking all sorts of questions about Camille,

and I told him that she was a prostitute.

Two months ago, Valerie.

Are you sure?

It's important.

Positive.

Okay, thanks.

Hang up the phone, Melina.

You.

You did it.

You killed her.

I'm very impressed.

I never saw it coming.

John was so sure you were innocent.

Of course, why not?

There were so many possibilities of people who could have done this.

Lane, don't do this. We can talk.

Look, I didn't want to end it this way. It was such a perfect plan, but you had

to go get that phone call. No, I believed you, Lane.

Just don't do this. Put the gun down.

A little too late.

Drop it!

Drop it.

Look, you got nothing, okay?

Goodly turny, I'll just be out in an hour. Right, Milena?

Hey. How's it going?

Just finished.

Good. Could you excuse us? Yes, sir.

Well, I guess you were right about Lane.

Yeah, but I couldn't have done it without your help.

Thanks.

I, um... I have a message.

You okay?

Fine.

Really.

You did a good job in there.

Son of a bitch, I almost got away with it.

You know, I was, uh, thinking... Yeah?

Well... I don't know, it was just...

Can I?

Yeah, exactly.

Oh.