All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.Criminal.Intent.S01E03.WEB-DL.x264-ION10

[silence]

In New York City's war on crime

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

Come on. It's just
for one night.

It's a thousand
dollars and no sex.

You just take 'em
to the club

show 'em the town.

I've never done this.

And Dale and I

are starting
a new life.

We're getting married.

So, use the money
for your honeymoon.

What do you think?

Two big shots, two men of means
want you to show them the town?

They're really nice, guys

I promise. Okay?

Tomorrow we meet here

and then we hook up
with the guys

at the hotel, okay?

Okay. I'll see you.

I don't like her.

She's doing us
a favor.

Yeah, but we don't need
to get married right now.

We can wait till
we're totally clean
and we got jobs.

People who feel
the way we feel
about each other

should be married.

Dale...

I'm gonna go do
this thing with Becky...

and it'll be fine.

[siren wails in distance]

Lois, will you have some?

She's not
drinking, Billy.

What, she's on the wagon?

No, I just never have
been much of a drinker.

Stupid me.
I know what she needs.

No, no, I don't.

Not anymore.

We're going out, anyways,
to dinner, right?

[phone ringing]

Sorry, I forgot
to turn it off.

Yep?

Here, it's Dale.

Hi, baby.

They're creepy.

Like a couple of ex-cons
in brand-new suits.

One of them still got
a tag

from the Designer Wearhouse
still stuck on his sleeve.

Um, I don't have
a good feeling about this.

Can you come get me?

With what? I spent it.

I tried.
She won't even answer the phone.

Can't you just walk out?

All right, um...
uh... I'll be there.

Just don't leave, okay?

I really have
to borrow this money.

I loaned you money,
your mother would kill me.

She won't even know.

Cab fare, 20 bucks, please?

Cab fare?

I swear to God.

Come on. They want
to go to dinner already.

I wanted to fix my hair.

Well, you
look good.

[screaming]

BILLY:
Grab her feet!
Grab her feet!

[crying]

Last guest was
a Belgian diplomat.

Four days ago.

Jives with the decomposition.

Jacket button.

Strangulation marks,
big ones.

Belt probably.

They stuffed her
in the box spring

and put the mattress
over her.

Defensive wounds on the hands.

Looks like
she fought the good fight.

Track marks.

She might be in the
system for a dope pop.

Check out her fingers.

Her prints were burned off

with acid.

Poor woman.

A broken toe.

Maybe from kicking the perp.

What is that?

A fish scale.

Great.

She was attacked by a shark.

No, sharks don't
have scales.

[sighs]

MAN:
This is ridiculous.

I've never seen
this woman.

Your consulate said
you had an apartment in town

so why rent a hotel room?

My wife and I have
an arrangement.

In any event, I left
the hotel at 11:00.

What kind of an arrangement
with your wife?

None of your business.

What happened
in Bangkok?

Bangkok?

That's another thing
your consulate told us.

You were transferred after
spending nine months in Bangkok.

I'm a Belgian citizen employed
by the Belgian Consulate.

I have diplomatic status.

You can talk to our lawyers.

Good-bye.

[car engine starts]

GOREN: The arrangement
he has with his wife

is he gets to be a
bad boy once a month

but then he has to tell her
what he did.

Oh, those
wacky Belgians.

She confirm what time
he got home?

11:00.

We faxed the police
in Bangkok

to get a line
on his twist.

Any luck getting a
line on the Jane Doe?

Her bridgework has
serial numbers

meaning prison issue but it doesn't
match anything in our system.

So she was in a facility
out of state.

Start sending the serial numbers
around. What else?

Sawdust and fish scales
in her stockings.

Might have been
in a fish market.

You want to canvass
fish markets, be my guest.

You run a tox report?

Track marks on
her arm were old, but she

tested positive for crack.

Very small concentration. M.E. thinks she
hadn't used in at least a couple of weeks.

She also tested positive
for lithium.

It might have been
for depression.

What's so depressing
about being a crack whore?

Pregnant crack whore.
Eight weeks.

Could be why
she went off the dope.

To clean up.

This diplomat--
we got any idea

where he mighta hooked up
with our victim?

No. We're checking his
credit card receipts.

Good. Put him together with her
Thursday night, we got him.

MAN:
I don't know her.

But this guy--
he was here Thursday night.

Big mouth Belgian.

Comes in once a month.

Gets a snootful, starts bragging
about how many women he's had.

He leave
with anybody?

Brunette named Becky.

A pro, comes in a couple times
a month.

They left around 8:00.

How do we find Becky?

Sorry, I'm not a close
personal friend.

But try him.

How are you doing?

We're looking for
a girl named Becky.

Oh, I'm just here
to meet a business associate.

This your money?

Yes.

Paying cash so the
wife doesn't catch it

on the credit
card bill?

Wife?

The one that gave you
the ring that left

a tan line on
your finger.

We're not here
to bust you.

We just need
to find Becky.

I haven't seen her
for a couple of months.

I don't have her number.

Does she have a favorite hotel?

No. We go in my car.

I find a spot,
then drop her off.

Where?

Near the Seaport,
there's some bars.

Thank you.

Enjoy your evening.

The sawdust and fish scales
on our girl's feet?

Shannon's Bar. The guys from The
Fulton Fish Market go there after work.

MAN:
Becky?

She was here last Thursday.

With a little girl named Lois.

Lois?

Yeah.

Geez, mate.

What did they do to her?

That's what we want
to talk to Becky about.

Oh.

Becky's Jack Daniels straight up
and a good time.

That's all I know about her.

And Lois?

Well,
she was just here

twice with Becky
on that Thursday.

And the night before,
she had a fellow with her.

A Belgian guy?

No.

Not him.

Somebody more like her.

You know, scruffy sort.

So, Thursday, what
time were Becky
and Lois in here?

Uh, first Lois was here
for a bit.

Then Becky dropped by

and they left together
around midnight.

An hour after Mr. Belgian went
home to his Mrs.

You could have made it 21 grand.

20 grand's going to be hard
splitting three ways.

Are you complaining?

No.

Sorry.

This concludes our business.

Oh, you're not going to come
watch me dance no more?

No.

I don't know you.

You don't know me.

Remind your
friends.

You do remember everything
I told you.

Anywhere. Anytime.

Our Belgian friend picks up
Becky at 8:00

takes her to the hotel.

At 11:00, he goes home.

Becky keeps the hotel room.

She picks up Lois

at Shannon's Bar at 12:00.

They head back to the hotel

to turn over some
extra business.

And one of the johns gets
too frisky.

Or Becky and Lois got in a fight
over money.

We got an answer back
from Florida

on Lois' dental work.

She's one of theirs. Lois Romney,
36, two years for possession.

Went to Beauty School
in prison.

Here, she did 90
days at Rikers

last year for
shoplifting.

You got a last known
in there?

EAMES:
Not your usual

junkie hellhole.

She was making an effort.

Someone's been through here,
took down some photos.

A pair of men's shoes.

Paycheck stubs
from a beauty salon.

Last one's
from six months ago.

Look at these.

Sterling silver.

"Lance Van Acker.

"First Place,
Westfield Horse Show

June 20, 1960."

The Van Ackers.

Shipping, airlines.

Oh, those Van Ackers.

Oh, Mrs. Van Acker, these detectives
have been waiting to talk to you.

Yes. About what?

I'm Detective Eames.

This is Detective Goren.

Yes.

During the course
of investigation

we found what seemed
to be some pieces of silver

belonging
to your family.

This plate has an inscription
on it.

Yes. To my father.

Good Lord, I didn't know
they were missing.

They were in the summer house.

Where did you
find these?

In the home of a woman

who was murdered.

Has this woman ever
worked for you?

Her name was
Lois Romney.

Dear God.

It looks like...

Yes, it's her.

It's my son's fiancée.

She was pregnant?
I didn't know.

I haven't talked
to my son in months.

God, I hope he's all right.

Not talking--
your choice or his?

Dale knew he had

to meet
certain conditions

before I had
any contact with him.

What conditions?

His involvement
with drugs had to stop.

Yeah, what about
his involvement
with Lois Romney?

He knew I didn't approve.

As long as he was with her,
he'd get nothing from me.

Nothing, as in money?

I had to be strict.

It was all her fault, really.

Dale spent 15 years
in and out of rehab.

He'd been off drugs
for six months.

I really thought
he was going to make it.

Then that woman came along

and he "picked up,"
as they say.

Is this him?

Yes. He was very athletic
when he was young.

Priscilla, we should...
Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't realize
we had guests.

They're detectives. Dale's friend,
Lois, has been found dead.

Murdered, in
a hotel room.

Oh, God.

How's Dale taking it?

We won't know
until we find him.

My husband
still speaks

to him from time to time.

But it's been
a few weeks.

He ever mention
a woman named Becky?

No. No, our conversations
weren't about his friends.

He'd be your stepson,
is that right?

Does it show?

Yeah.

Uh, would you mind
if we borrowed a photo?

No, you can take that one
if you like, but I want it back.

We should dress.

We'll be late.

Oh, yes.

It's my husband's Andover
reunion at the Yale Club.

He thinks George W.'s coming.

You wouldn't want
to get stuck in traffic.

EAMES:
Sonny gets rid
of the girlfriend

and he can get back
on the gravy train.

Being pregnant,
she wouldn't
want to go easy.

Excuse me?

Have you seen
Mrs. Van Acker's son

lately, Dale?

Last Thursday night,
around 1:30.

Uh, did he go upstairs?

No. He knows better. I let him use the
phone here to talk to his girlfriend.

Then he needed money for a cab.

You're a nice guy.
You helped him out.

I slipped him a 20.

I'm not supposed to
because of his drugs

but I made sure
he really took a cab.

BECKY:
I got a ride.
Billy's coming.

WOMAN:
Okay, see
you tomorrow.

Too late, show's over.

[screams]

[wailing]

[sobbing]

You're full of it.

You and the other two.

I want you out of town.

[sobbing]

These detectives showed
me a picture of man

that lives
in the neighborhood

and I thought he looked
like the guy

you had a problem with
a few days ago.

That's him, the bum.

He has no money for his laundry

so he goes out and comes
back with a steel pipe

and starts whacking
my change machines.

So, I chased
him away.

He ran off toward
Coleman Park,
near the bridge.

He leave his
clothes behind?

Yeah, I keep
them for the
Goodwill.

Ugh...

Should I ask?

It's sewer grease.

Looks like our boy's been
climbing down manholes.

He likes caves,
along with all the other rats.

The tunnels under
the bridge.

You get to them through
the manholes near the park.

It took you long enough.

I'm catching
a cold out here.

I had to take the
train from Brooklyn.

I'm living in a
motel, you know.

Janice won't
take me back.

Wh-Where's Billy?

He got a job
cooking on a yacht.

We're getting out of town.

Here.

Six grand.

Wh-What happened
to your face?

Are you listening
to me?

We all got to get
out of town.

Well, what do you mean?

The-The cops know?

It ain't the cops you ought
to be worrying about.

Well... then I'm going to
need more money than this.

You should call
your friend.

Ain't going to happen,
you moron.

If the cops know, then
we got a real problem.

Okay, there ain't no "we"
anymore, okay, Larry?

There is me and Billy
and there is you.

So if you were smart

you would now listen
to what I said.

[indistinct voices]

No.

Too short.

Surveillance is
my strong suit.

[chuckles]

GOREN:
Oh, that's the nicest lamp
we've seen.

You ever think what it's like
living down there?

With what one bedrooms are
going for, I've considered it.

My butt is getting cold.

That's him.

A water run.

Suspect approaching
with two water bottles.

Get off me.

I didn't do
anything.

Sure, you did.

You're under
arrest for
littering.

DALE:
I called Becky the next day,
and she said

she sent Lois
home with a
lot of money.

But she never showed up.

EAMES:
Why didn't you wait for her,
instead of running away?

I didn't like being in the
apartment without Lois.

You could have
reported her missing.

Cops don't care
about junkies.

They do when your name's
Van Acker.

And get my
mother involved?

Did you try
to find Becky?

I-I don't know very
much about her.

She just came up to
us at a bar one day

and started
talking to us.

It's not making
sense, Dale.

Please, I-I don't know
what happened to Lois.

[sniffles]

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Bunny, my bunny.

This is a picture of
two
dead people, Dale.

Lois and the
baby inside her.

Is it your baby?

Yes.

We think Becky and the two
guys that you mentioned--

the ones with the store
tags on their suits--

we think they
killed Lois.

But we can't
figure out why.

Maybe someone
put them up to it.

No, there was no reason.

Your mother gave us
a good one.

She wouldn't give you any money
unless you got rid of Lois.

Maybe Lois wouldn't go easy.

Why would she?

She's carrying a Van Acker.

That's worth, what?
50, 60 million?

Money wasn't
important to Lois.

It's important to you.
You got a habit to feed.

I-I didn't kill Lois.

I loved her.

We were going to get
clean and get married.

And raise a family
on a junkie's salary?

Well, I thought Mom would
come around in time.

Right, so you told her you
were coming to get her

and that's why you
borrowed the cab fare.

Yes.

So, you went
to the hotel

and you found
out what room
she was in.

No, I...

I forgot the name.

Of the hotel?

[sighs]

So, what'd you do, if you
didn't go to the hotel?

You bought some dope

and you got high.

Is that what you did?

Yes.

Because you felt bad

about having Lois killed?

No.

You had feelings
for her.

Maybe you wanted to go on
seeing her on the side

without Mom knowing.

But she went
and got pregnant.

And you had to do
what you had to do.

[door opens]

Well, isn't this cozy?

Dale, your
mother hired me

to represent you on this
littering charge.

Now, if we can get
a little privacy?

All those in favor of
"He's our guy," raise your hand.

Oh, that's good.

Well, I'm voting he did it.

Pile whatever you need
on top of the littering.

He's not getting out
without some serious bail.

EAMES: if you could tell us
if it's one of yours?

Well, it sure looks like it.

This is worsted wool,
and that would be over here.

Was the murdered body
wearing the jacket?

Are you looking for
a promotional angle?

Why, was it somebody famous?

No.

Janice, these detectives

are working a big
murder case.

They're asking if this
off one of our jackets.

I'm thinking worsted wool

with checks--
we had one of those left

a couple of weeks ago.

Yeah, well, um, I-I
don't recognize it.

Do you mind looking it up
in your records?

I don't know what
good that would do.

Is it-is it in here?

Y-yeah,
I'll
look.

What about these tags?

I-I'm getting there.
I'm getting there.

Are you getting
any closer

to catching the murderer?

Getting closer
by the minute.

I don't see
anything in here.

What about this batch?

I don't have to look.

It's my husband.

Housekeeping.
Ready or not.

Hey, hey, hey,
what are you doing?!

What's going on?!
I didn't do anything!

Shut up, Larry

you're under arrest
for murder.

B-but-But I'm
innocent...
Let's go settle your bill.

I'm innocent
of everything.

Ah! Ah!
What's wrong
with your leg?

Nothing, nothing,
it's fine, it's fine.

Where'd you get this?

[screaming]
Tripping over
Lois Romney's big toe?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

This is a big...

Ah! It's a big
mistake.

The mistake was
pissing off your wife.

- We talked to her already.
- My wife?

Oh-- Ah! Ah! Listen, all I
did was the hold her feet.

Uh, uh, Billy and Becky
did the murder.

Last
names,
Larry.

[screaming]

Bec-Becky Stark,
she's a stripper.

B-Billy's just Billy.

Where are they?

They're on a yacht.

Ow! No, no, Billy got
a good job cooking.

He's a pretty good chef.

They said they were going
to... to Tortola!

[groaning]

[buzzer]

I-I can't sleep, it's so noisy.

I can't eat the food...

Why haven't you
paid the bail?

I'm not ready to
have you home yet.

I don't want to go home.

I don't want to be

in the same house with you.

I want to get back into rehab.

I've been clean two days
on my own now.

Please, Mother

I hate this place.

I know, but...

I've put some money

in your account here.

Don't give me money.

You can use it to put
your mind at ease.

This is no place to detox.

When you do get home

Mother will help you
get clean.

BILLY:
Becky knows the guy

who hired us, I don't.

I swear-- look, she met
him at the strip club.

I got to get some sleep.

He hasn't slept since you flew
him and his girlfriend

back from Tortola.

Just a few more
more minutes.

Becky must've said
something about him.

She said he was hooked up
to the government...

Some kind of bad-ass
secret agent.

She was scared
to tell me anything.

That's all I know.

It was Larry. It was at a
party and we were all high.

Lois mouthed off
and Larry went nuts.

He said that you all
got 20 grand.

You and Billy had about 12
on you when you were busted.

Larry's lying.

We saved that money.

You saved the money?

Yeah, we work... pay taxes.

[chuckles]

Um...

[chuckles]

She's hilarious.

What's that on your
face near your eye?

Nothing.

It's a shiner, isn't it?

I ran into a door.

Someone slapped you
around pretty good.

I'm betting it wasn't Billy.

It was the guy
that hired you.

[choking back sobs]

You're scared of him.

You're facing
the death penalty.

That means you die.

Yeah, right.

Guys like him push a button

and you're dead no matter what.

Bad-ass secret agent or not,
she's afraid of him.

We're not going to budge her.

You looked at her sheet? Maybe
her secret agent man's in there.

Whew!
Little girl's been busy.

Been hustling
since she was 15.

Billy's no slouch either.

He learned to cook while
he was doing three years

for attempted robbery.

You got to wonder

why would anyone with a yacht
hire him?

Well, you're going
to find out, aren't you?

MAN:
Unbelievable chaos.

Cops running all over the ship
at the crack of dawn

and worst of all,
now I have to find a new cook.

How'd you end up

with a four-star weasel
like Bill Coffey?

On a recommendation.

From whom?

A classmate.

A floor-mate, actually,
from my prep school.

Jameson is the last
person I would expect

to actually know somebody.

How's that?

He's a jarhead.

A real G. Gordon Liddy type

always bragging about
covert operations.

I tried my best to avoid
him at the reunion.

Obviously, I didn't
try hard enough.

Class reunion.

George W. show up?

As a matter of fact, he did.

Mr. Jameson?

Carl Ralston
sends his regards.

What's this?

You're under arrest for
the murder of Lois Romney.

[scoffing]:
What, are you serious?

You don't see us wearing
clown shoes, do you?

Anderson,
call my wife!

On the one hand,
you told the detectives

you didn't know Becky--
on the other...

you recommended her
boyfriend for a job.

You're operating under a
misapprehension of the facts.

Roger...

Holden, I've been
interrogated by experts.

I've got the scars on
my genitals to prove it.

They asked me

if Dale had ever mentioned Becky
to me.

He hadn't-- I didn't know
they'd become friends.

Um, now you're saying
you know her.

In my former profession,
I developed contacts

across all stratas
of society, I still do.

Now Becky might've sought
Dale out after meeting me.

Maybe she had her eye
on his trust fund.

Maybe she decided to get
Lois out of the way.

You'd have to ask her.

We asked
her accomplice.

He said, and I quote

"Some bad-ass secret agent"
was behind this.

And so far, Mr. Jameson,
you are

talking the talk.

My client is a career
military man.

He has no money of his own,
no discretionary income.

So the idea that he
gave anyone $20,000

is ridiculous.

Other than that

he's invoking his right

to remain silent.

PRISCILLA:
It's incredible.

First my son, and
now my husband.

You people are all
over the map.

We're pretty good
at reading maps,
Mrs. Van Acker.

I checked
your son's status.

His bail hasn't
been paid.

Do you have
children, Detective?

No.

When you do, you'll understand

that a mother's love isn't all about
cookies and kissing their boo-boos.

Priscilla Van Acker.

Assistant District
Attorney Carver.

Thank you so much
for coming.

I didn't have much choice.

You've stripped me
of my family.

I can't believe Roger
had anything to do

with killing that girl.

He doesn't seem
to have a motive.

Maybe to help your son.

And why would he do that?

[sighs]

It never
occurred to me.

What's that,
Mrs. Van Acker?

If... Roger knew the
girl was pregnant...

There's a codicil
in my late husband's will

that excludes Roger
from any part of my estate

if Dale has an heir.

It cuts him off
entirely.

I'm older than my husband
and not in the best of health.

I hate to say this, but...

maybe he was thinking ahead.

MAN:
Docket number 396015,
People v. Dale Van Acker.

Is there an application
from the People?

Yes, Your Honor.

The people move
to withdraw

all charges against
Mr. Van Acker.

So ordered.

Next up.

MAN:
Docket number 396151

People v.
Roger Lucas Jameson.

Murder in the
first degree

conspiracy in
the first degree.

JUDGE:
How do you plead?

Not guilty.

People on bail?

CARVER:
Remand, Your Honor.

Your Honor, my client
was a military officer.

He has ties to
the community.

Too many communities,
Your Honor.

Mr. Jameson has homes
in four countries

one of which

has no extradition
treaty with us.

He is a flight risk.

I agree.

Bail is denied.

MAN:
Docket number 396016...

Heartwarming, isn't it?

You gave her
a choice

and she chose to
send hubby to jail.

Well, she got
what she wanted all along.

Are you suggesting
what I think you are?

If you want to get
to her

first close the noose
on Jameson.

Prove the $20,000 payoff
came from him.

ROGER:
Caldicott says they found out

about the codicil.

How in God's name did they know?

I'd even forgotten about it.

Every day they show up
with a new warrant.

They've taken
every scrap of paper.

They were bound
to find out.

But it doesn't matter.

Priscilla... they now
have a motive

they can only ascribe to me.

There's nothing to worry about

as long as that stripper
of yours keeps her mouth shut.

I told you, Roger

I've forgiven you
your little indiscretion.

Now, I know you're
going to get out
of here soon.

In the meantime,
make the best of it.

And remember... I do love you.

MARTELL:
These people were just

living off the interest
on their tax-free munis.

Two million a year net.

Practically
hand-to-mouth.

Well, it wasn't
all caviar and champagne.

They put half a mil a year
into their charity.

The Equine Rights Foundation.

Let me guess, they find homes
for retired polo ponies.

I can't see where Jameson
came up with the 20 grand.

He's got no money of his own

and Mrs. Van Acker
was giving him

an allowance of
10 grand a month

all of which is accounted for.

Here's where he might
have gotten it.

It's a letter to Jameson
dated last month

asking for the
breeding registration

on a four-year-old quarter horse
named Mr. Lincoln.

He sold a horse.

To the Burgman stables.

We've been after Priscilla
to sell us Mr. Lincoln

since we first saw him work out
as a two-year-old.

Then Roger called and said she'd
decided to sell Mr. Lincoln

for $25,000, which was a steal.

We said hooray and wrote a check
and got our horse.

So, Mrs. Van Acker knew her
husband sold the horse?

Well, I thought so.

But I ran into her
at Payard.

I thanked her
for Mr. Lincoln.

She said she had no
idea Roger had sold him.

What did she do?

She wanted
Mr. Lincoln back.

So they sold a horse.

They sell a few
horses every year.

Except this time, the check was
cashed at the Burgmans' bank

and there's no record that
the cash was deposited anywhere.

Another so what?

If that's all you've got...

We traced the
hundred dollar bills

that were found on Becky Stark
to the Burgmans' bank.

In the trade, we call that
conclusive evidence.

Now the D.A. and I
hold a dim view of people

who hire other people
to kill pregnant women.

So we've already agreed
amongst ourselves

to seek the death penalty.

So you might
start thinking

about cooperating with us.

You have your story,
we have ours.

The money was given to Dale
to get Lois Romney an abortion

to pay her to go away.

Now, if Dale
used that money

to have Ms. Romney killed

that's his responsibility.

Can anybody verify
that you gave the money to Dale?

Ask my wife.

It was her horse.

We asked Mrs. Burgman.

Your wife told her
she never agreed to sell.

In fact, she said
she asked for the horse back.

CARVER:
So you see, Mr. Jameson

the only fingers
in the pie are yours.

One more thing... did we mention

that it was your wife that
told us about the codicil--

the one about your being
cut out of the inheritance?

That...

vindictive... bitch!

We are all ears.

It was her idea.

She was afraid that if Dale had
a child she'd lose him forever.

I said we should
just pay the girl off

but she said no...

she wanted her out of
the picture permanently

and she told me what to do.

And you did it.

For her.

She was beside herself.

You have no idea...
the effect that boy had on her.

CARVER:
Does he know what his mother did?

ROGER:
He must by now.

He's the one who told her
the girl was pregnant.

Of course, if you
want my client

to repeat any of
this on the stand

murder one is
off the table.

Your client's testimony
against Mrs. Van Acker

is of no value to us

unless we can
corroborate it.

If your stepson
knows anything

would he talk
with us?

ROGER:
And send his mommy to jail?

He's an only child.

He may hate her with
every bone in his body

but he can't
live without her.

Uh, Mr. Jameson?

Would you like to help me
with a covert operation?

How's it going?

This is good.

I tell ya, it ain't easy
copying off a grocery list.

PRISCILLA:
What a horrid place.

I can't believe you lived here.

Was it absolutely necessary
to bring us here?

We only need
Dale's help.

You're welcome
to wait downstairs.

That's all right.

I've mucked out stables.

It can't be any worse
than that.

Dale, please
open a window.

Now what is it you
want Dale's help with?

We need you to show us where
Lois kept her important papers.

Birth certificate,
bankbook, things like that.

How about it, Dale?

DALE:
She had a shoe box.

In the drawer
in the kitchen table.

What are you looking for,
precisely?

We found evidence your husband
might have given Lois money.

We're trying to confirm it.

Really? How much?

$100,000.

That's
impossible.

Roger doesn't have
that kind of money.

We'll see.

Have a seat.

The medical examiner said

that Lois stopped using
a couple of weeks...

before she was killed.

She was getting ready
for the baby.

Yes.

She was
a strong person.

Yes. Stronger than me.

Weren't you trying
to get clean, too?

Yes.

Huh. Sounds like she brought out
the better part of you.

Yes.

How much longer is
this going to take?

"Returned due
to insufficient postage."

Somebody must have missed
the last rate hike.

It's addressed to you,
Mrs. Van Acker.

Is this your handwriting?

No, it's Lois's.

C-Can I open it?

Go ahead.
It's of no consequence now.

What is it?

It's a check...

for $100,000,
made out to Lois Romney

signed Roger Jameson.

That's impossible!

Is that your
husband's signature?

Yes. But I can assure you
I did not authorize this check.

Lois wrote you a note.

It says,
"Dear Mrs. Van Acker.

"Thank you for the ch... check
but Dale is more important to me

"than all the money
you could give me.

"We're going to get married
and have a beautiful baby.

"All I want to do is help Dale

"become the man
he was meant to be.

"And just because he loves me

doesn't mean
he'll stop loving you..."

You should read this yourself.

This woman loved you.

You know who killed her.

That's why you didn't
go home after she died.

You-you couldn't...

you couldn't face the person
that took Lois away from you.

Dale, let's go.

You can't let your mother
get away with it...

Leave my son alone...

You don't owe her anything.

That's not true.
He owes me everything.

That's why you destroyed
the person that he loved?

She was destroying him.

That's what they all say.

My mother didn't like
my girlfriends, either

even if she pretended to

but she didn't kill any of them

because she wanted
me to be happy.

Your mother doesn't
want that for you.

Dale, don't listen to this.

Listen to her.

What did she just say
about Lois?

She's of no consequence?

Come on, Dale!

Be the man that Lois
wanted you to be.

T-The man that Lois
knew that you could be.

Dale, if you think I will ever

forgive you...

How-how could you
have done that to her?

You had no right.

Dale, be quiet.

What did she do, Dale?

What did your mother do to Lois?

I told her Lois was pregnant

because I didn't want her
to feel left out.

She said, "I'll take care
of everything."

I thought she meant
Lois and me

and the baby--
that she'd help us.

After Lois was missing,
I called her and she said

"Didn't I tell you
I'd take care of everything."

[handcuffs clicking]

She took 25 to life,
same as the other four.

I've got to meet
with Penzarella.

Thank him for his work.

You'd find this
guy interesting.

I would?

He's a forger.

Specializes in letters
from famous people.

Sometimes not so famous.