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You live here?

When I was a kid.

Why grow up?

Here you go.

Thank you.

How could you not be home?

Nothing changes.

Hello?

I'm home...

Mom.

Anybody home?

Jack?

Jack?

Whoops...!

Jack....

Mom? MOM!

Mom! Mom!

Mom!

MOM!

Mom!

Oh god....

You humiliated me!

You knew me when we first met...

Yeah, you were just cream when we first met.

Put it down! I'm going to bed.

Don't you turn your back on me!

You know, Jack McBride changed us.

Twenty five years he wrote that column.

People find out about this, it'll be like losing

a member of the family.

I'm sorry for your loss, Miss Hansen.

When can I talk to my mother?

We'll have to bring her in and find out for ourselves

- what happened. - I don't want her talking

to you before her lawyer gets there.

With all due respect that's her decision to make.

Were you close to him?

No.

My mother married him about... three years ago.

Right. I remember the wedding.

'Crime beat columnist Jack McBride marries

flamboyant socialite Maureen Hansen'.

Big headlines. Nobody saw that coming.

Yeah, that's my mother.

Nobody ever sees it coming.

He was what? Her third husband?

Fourth.

One before my father. One before Jack.

Were your mother and Jack having problems?

I mean anything she might have mentioned on the phone?

We didn't have that kind of a relationship.

I haven't even really been back here since my father died.

Oh, what did he die of?

Heart attack.

And what brought you back now?

Taking some time off before I start grad school.

I thought it would be a good time to...

reconnect.

It's interesting timing?

- What do you mean? - Oh, nothing...

Just that you arrive from New York the... same day your

mother's husband is killed.

You're not very subtle, detective.

What time do you think Jack was killed?

The ME thinks around two a.m.

At two a.m. I was on the red eye from JFK.

And I'm sure with a little effort you could find the

cab driver who dropped me off here twenty minutes ago.

I'll do just that.

Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to call my mother's

lawyer for her. I can do that, right?

Yeah, of course.

I'm just going to ask that you stay in Seattle

for a few days. We're going to have

more questions for you.

You think I'd leave now?

Miss Hansen, you wouldn't believe the things

I've seen people do.

- One other thing? - Yes?

- Your clothes. - What?

I'll need them. They're evidence.

I'll be in touch.

Now, Maureen Hansen was officially arrested

today in the murder of her husband Jack McBride.

Jack McBride solved cases the police couldn't,

earning him enemies in high and low places.

It's perhaps a fitting epitaph that the only murder

Jack McBride couldn't solve was his own.

So no bail. The district attorney

convinced the judge that I'm a flight risk.

The idiot believed him.

Fletcher said he had him wrapped around his finger.

Oh. I never liked Fletcher.

Sweetheart, since when did you ever like any

- of my friends. - Okay.

Mom, can we not get into this right now.

Oh... yeah. I just want to go home.

Take a shower.

Have a nice glass of Shiraz.

Jack's dead, mom.

You know that, right? They think you killed him.

But I don't think I did.

You don't think.

No. I... I think it's highly unlikely.

Well, that's not the same as, "No, I didn't shoot him."

I don't remember shooting him.

- What do you remember? - I remember dinner,

and drinks.

That's all?

- More drinks. - Mother!

All right. And then we got home, and yes, we were

a little drunk, and I had a splitting headache.

You know you're not supposed to combine your

medications with alcohol.

I lay down on the couch.

And then I saw Jack...

and there was blood pouring out of him.

And I th

And I thought, migawd, he's dead.

And then I... ha, ha.

I ended up laying on the... ha, ha...

because the sonofabitch deserves this.

Keep that part to yourself.

Joanne.

I loved Jack.

And he loved me.

The only problem was, Jack loved a lot of ladies.

He loved the strippers, and he loved the models,

and he loved the editors.

You're one to talk about being unfaithful.

All right.

I know this homecoming isn't exactly what you expected.

You're looking good.

Have you come home to tell me you're going to get married?

Sorry, mom.

I'm still single.

Now that, is a crime.

You've got to help me, Joanne.

And find out who did this.

I will, mom.

I promise.

I may have been a lot of contemptible things in my life,

but never a murderer.

Miss Hansen! Miss Hansen!

Do you think your mother killed Jack McBride?

Jo, hi.

Hi.

Miss Hansen...!

Has your mother confessed to the murder...?

Miss Hansen...!

Thank god. I can't believe this.

I know. This is crazy.

What are you doing here?

I'm covering the story for The Trib.

- You're a reporter now? - Yeah.

Well, a research assistant, you know, thanks to Jack.

Yeah, I... I'd heard that he'd given you a job.

Yeah, I'll tell you all about it.

Just get in.

I can't believe it's really you.

It's really me.

Jo, I... I'm just so sorry.

I know.

Thanks.

It's like I'm in a bad dream.

I just keep trying to wake up.

But it won't stop.

I... I was going to call. See if I could find you.

It's okay. It's okay, I found you.

Just in time.

Let's go.

I guess it was about four years ago.

You know, just after you went away to school.

I, um... I needed a job.

I asked your mom if she would ask Jack if he would help me.

And the next thing I knew I was a research assistant.

I didn't even know what a library was.

Yeah...

He was just lying there in a pool of blood.

Never seen a dead person before.

I hang at the morgue, so I'm kind of used to it.

It's hard to picture you hanging at the morgue.

Riding a mechanical bull, maybe.

Well, being a mother changes everything.

- Oh, how is Marybeth? - She is an angel.

The first thing in my life that gave me purpose.

Although sometimes I worry, you know, that I'm just...

and I'm trying too hard to give her the mother

that I never had. You know, I never met my

father, and my mom was always taking extra shifts

- at the hospital. - Um-hum.

You wanted to spend time with your mom, but couldn't.

I could, but... didn't want to.

Well, thank god we had each other.

Yeah.

I remember in high school you spent so much time at

our house you practically lived there.

It was like you were part of the family.

I wish.

Your dad died.

- And you went away to school. - Yeah.

I'm sorry that I didn't keep in touch.

Well. It takes two to tango.

You want to try dancing again?

If you can forgive my two left feet.

Well, I don't even have feet, so.

You mind if I do a little research.

You've got the exclusive.

What do you think happened?

I think someone broke in, found the gun and shot him.

My mom was passed out and missed the whole thing.

But Gibson said that there's only two sets of

prints on the gun, your mother's and Jack's.

And there was no signs of a break-in.

Maybe he knew the killer?

Opened the door for him?

I think we need more than theories.

The D.A.'s got enough to charge her, and

he hasn't is he doesn't want to make a mistake.

Jack had as many powerful friends as he did enemies.

I need a hotel and a car.

Well, a car you can rent, but a hotel you forget.

You stay with me.

I've got a pull-out couch in the living room.

Sam won't mind?

Sam will not know. We're separated.

He was a great man.

Knew this city better than anyone.

All its secrets. All its lies.

I can't tell you how sorry I am.

So what can I do for you, Jo?

You can start by getting my mother out of custody.

Well, given her resources and the time she's spent

abroad the court considered her a flight risk.

- Bail was denied. - I know that.

Can't you claim medical considerations,

something like that?

I can tell she's not ta

Well, actually that was my call.

I want her off all her meds before her psychiatric exam.

My mother is not insane.

I don't think the judge will accept your opinion

as expert.

'Not guilty by reason of insanity'?

That's your strategy?

Joanne, you found Jack with three bullet holes in

his back, all fired from the same handgun your mother

liked to wave around at parties after she'd had

a few too many cocktails.

She didn't own bullets. The gun was never loaded.

It was last night.

She'd been drinking heavily, on her medication, rendering

her judgment impaired at best and psychotic at worse.

She's bipolar, Fletcher, not psychotic.

You've known her twenty years.

But I won't be sitting on the jury, and the people who

are will have no trouble connecting the dots.

Your mother had means and motive.

The affairs.

And the gambling.

Oh, Jack was a card player. Very high risk,

like the rest of his life. He'd gone through his savings

and he was starting

People heard them arguing about money.

Mr. Matthews

they're waiting for you in the conference room.

Thank you. Tell them I'll be two minutes.

- Can I walk you out? - I know the way out.

- And yet you're not leaving. - You're not finished yet.

I suppose not.

The problem now is with intent.

If she meant to kill him it's a capital case.

Not guilty by reason of insanity takes the death

- penalty off of you. - What about my mother

is innocent? What about somebody else

- killed Jack? - Your mother has asked me

to conduct this case as I see fit, Joanne.

Feel free to take yo

Do you think she killed Jack?

I never ask my clients or myself that question,

especially if they're friends.

Well, I don't think my mother is a murderer.

So help me figure out who might have wanted Jack dead.

Supposedly, Jack was writing a book.

Twenty five years of looking in the dark corners.

Maybe someone in the book, if there is a book,

- didn't want to be exposed. - So find the book,

- find the killer. - Maybe. Look.

The psychiatric exam buys you one week.

If your mother is innocent that's all the time

you'll have to prove it.

Joanne... Can I ask you a question?

- Go ahead. - Why are you such

a bitch to me?

Well, it might have something to do with the fact

that you've never missed an opportunity to hit on my mother.

I flirt with her, Jo.

Maybe you're glad he's dead.

Give me the gun!

This meeting is over.

- Hey, good morning. - Hi. What time is it?

Almost time to go to work.

You were out late.

I rented a car, got something to eat

and drove around for awhile.

Yeah, it was late before I knew it.

I forgot how much I liked this city.

Hm... well, you grow up someplace, you don't forget.

It's home.

- So did you get some sleep? - Oh, not really.

- I can't turn my brain off. - Huh, yeah.

I know that feeling.

Where's Marybeth? I was looking forward to

meeting her. I thought maybe she'd come

and wake me up, you know. "Aunty Jo's here,"

or something like that.

She's just staying at a friend's place right now.

Why?

It's just not a very good environment for her right now.

Why would you say that?

Because I'm afraid that one day I'm going to

come back and find out that he's taken her.

I mean, Sam shows up whenever he wants.

He rants and raves about what a terrible mother I am.

And... when he drinks...

What happened to him?

- He used to be so talented. - Well, you know...

Three CDs, no label, no management, lost his band.

He just... kind of fell apart.

Now he's a roadie for a band that doesn't even tour.

Yeah, anyhow I'm sorry.

I said that I would not do this.

- Do what? - Unload on you.

You've got a lot more

important things on your mind right now.

I'd say t

Thanks.

I can help you, you know.

I mean, if you want to. I have access to things -

people, files, computers. I mean, I don't know what

you have planned but... I've known you and your mom

my whole life so whatever you want, you name it, I

- Oh, thanks, Erin. - Yeah...

Yeah, I'm going to need all the help I can get.

- Can I help you? - UH!

You surprised me.

I'm sorry.

I hate surprises, too.

Are you a detective?

Who are you?

Joanne Hansen.

My mom lives here. I was just...

No problem.

Hey, you didn't find Jack McBride's book, did you?

How did you know I was looking for the book?

Wild guess.

- Where's the damn book, Jack? - If it was here,

I still wouldn't give you the goddamn thing.

Would you mind showing me your badge?

Sure.

Rule number one. No screaming.

Rule number two, do not make me ask twice - Where's the book?

- I don't know. - Rule number two,

do not make me ask twice.

- It's in the bottom drawer. - Thank you.

AAAHH! Bitch!

SOMEBODY! SOMEBODY HELP!

Oomph!

Get up! Get up!

Get Up!

Where is it?

- WHERE IS IT? - I DON'T KNOW!

Police! Who's here?!

Who's in the house?

It's me.

You didn't see the yellow tape?

- I just wanted to go home. - And he was going to

- burn your face? - Yes.

"A greasy man with a knife."

Ask the officer, I'm telling the truth.

The officer who was at the house didn't hear anything.

He heard me scream. That's why he came in, right?

You could have screamed when you fell against the

bar, slipped and broke the bottle.

Why don't you put that imagination to work figuring

out who killed Jack.

I think you were looking for the book.

Whoever killed Jack could be in that book.

Maybe the man who attacked me.

Your mother killed Jack. That's what all the

- evidence says. - The evidence is wrong.

Ha, ha. You hear that Chris?

Miss Hansen's a criminologist now.

Well, you better hope the evidence isn't wrong,

Miss Hansen, because if your mother didn't kill Jack

we might start to think you did.

She was at the crime scene with blood on her hands.

This is ridiculous.

Am I under arrest for breaking into my own mother's house?

I don't know. Gib? We going to arrest her?

No. I'm feeling lenient. But stay away from that house.

We're done.

I want that book.

Not smart, Joanne.

You should have phoned me first.

Instead, I'm left fielding calls from Detective Gibson

who tells me you broke into a crime scene, ransacked

- Jack's office... - That's a lie.

...disrupted evidence and god knows what else.

Did he tell you about the man with the knife who

- tried to burn my face? - Yes.

Unfortunately that argument doesn't work in your favour.

If your mother is innocent the murderer is still out there.

You come off as reckless and foolish.

Oh, thanks for the vote of confidence.

Look. Let's do us both a favour and not mention this

little escapade to Maureen. All right?

She's got enough to worry about.

I've got some better news.

One of your mother's anti-depressants has

come under FDA attack. A class action lawsuit has

been filed. Physicians are lining up

against the manufacturer.

Your mother's dosage falls inside the questionable range.

- My mother's dosage? - I checked the prescription.

Above a certain milligram amount, research has

shown this particular antidepressant actually

triggers psychotic mood swings.

- Stop... - And combined with alcohol...

And you're still using the insanity plea.

I'm just doing what's best for your mother, Jo.

Believe it or not I could make a hell of a lot more money

just taking it to trial.

Now why doesn't that make me feel any better.

You didn't tell me about the gambling.

Well, Joanne, I was hardly in a state of mind to

answer questions you weren't even asking.

Did you know about it?

Yeees.

Jack played cards.

How much did he

Now, quite a bit, I imagine.

He took money from you to pay it off.

- Yeees. - How much?

I don't know... a lot. It's only money, Joanne.

I don't think much about money.

I can't believe you, mother. I really can't.

I mean this is off the charts, even for you.

Doesn't look good, I admit it.

Doesn't look good? Mom, it's pure motive.

Add the gambling to the affairs and your mood swing

drugs and a half dozen vodka martinis and jeezus, mom,

are you telling me the truth or not?

Did you kill Jack?

Oh, god.

Did... you... do it?

- He smiled at me. - What?

He smiled at me. I was lying on the couch.

I couldn't make it to the bedroom.

He said something funny. I don't remember what.

- And there was someone else. - Who?

I don't know.

But there was someone else there?

Yes. He was talking to someone, but it wasn't me.

Why didn't you tell anybody about this before?

Sweetheart, it just came up.

Well, you have to tell Detective Gibson.

Though I doubt they will believe that just came to you.

Oh, but Joanne, you will believe me, won't you?

Ohhhh....

Are you okay?

I'm not psychotic, if that's what you're thinking?

- So where are you staying? - With Erin.

Maybe you should talk to Sam.

Sam and Erin is none of my business, mom.

Yeah, I know, but Sam and Jack might be.

- Sam and Jack? - Sam hated Jack.

- Why? - I don't know.

He didn't talk about it much.

Jack would always say there were bigger crimes to

investigate than gossip.

I'm with the band.

Ha, and I just dropped dead of shock.

- How are you, Sam? - I've been better.

I would have called, but you don't have a phone.

Yeah, that's a problem. I know.

- It's been a long time. - Yeah.

- Seen Erin yet? - I'm staying with her.

She's completely out of her mind.

You know she hasn't let me see my daughter in two months.

- Why not? - Don't play dumb.

You girls are like a sewing circle.

Did you come down here to straighten me out?

Tell me to stop drinking. Get a day job.

No.

No. Oh, that's right.

That's because you never gave a damn about me.

Thought Erin was too good for my crap.

Well, you were right. Happy?

I don't know if you know, but...

Yeah. I read the papers. I'm not completely comatose.

- How's your mom? - Not so good.

Actually she's the one who told me to talk to you.

- About what? - Jack.

He's a total ass.

I'm sorry, I'm not supposed to spit on the dead, am I?

No. Hell, no I'm not sorry.

Actually you didn't know him well, anyway, did you?

Not really.

Yeah, well,

Spent nights, weekends and holidays busting ass for him.

Left me to babysit.

You know how hard it is lugging a kid to a club

- you're playing? - When was the last time

you saw Jack?

- Are you a cop now? - No.

Why you want to know?

Just trying to figure out what happened.

Thought you might know something... anything.

Anything? Hm. Let me think.

Um... Oh wait. I just remembered.

I killed Jack.

You and Erin get the hell out of my house!

That what you're looking for?

I have work to do.

He's not even the same person.

- So I wasn't being paranoid? - No, I was actually scared

of him for a minute.

I mean, he always had an edge...

That's a polite way of saying that you never

- really liked him. - I never said that.

You didn't have to. I knew.

And I loved you because you never tried to impose.

So... Sam hated Jack because you worked hard for him?

Oh,

Oh, Sam's just twisted.

I mean, he blames Jack for ruining his life.

I was... just as lost and messed up as Sam was, and Jack

turned me around. So Sam blames Jack for

killing our marriage.

Think he hated him enough to kill him?

Oh, god... I...

We should bring that to the police.

Well, without any evidence they're never going to

take us seriously.

Besides, if he didn't kill Jack, then we would be making

a suspect out an innocent man and ruin whatever little

bit of life he has left.

- My turn? - Go for it.

- Jack had an agent, right? - A book agent?

Um-hum. Here. Martin Leitner.

I'd say if anybody knows where that book is, he does.

- Erin that's great. - It gets better.

Or worse, depending on how you look at it.

What?

Six years ago Jack exposed this ring of corruption in

one of the vice-squad teams.

They were stealing money confiscated from their

drug busts, hundreds and hundreds of thousands.

Plus, they killed a bunch of guys.

Drug dealers, but still they executed them.

And eight cops went to jail.

And one of them is someone we know?

Um-hum. Detective Gibson.

But not our Detective Ryan Gibson.

His brother, Rich, Captain of the vice squad.

He got 25 to life.

Jack busted the brother of the detective who's trying to

pin the murder on my mother.

I got a message from my brother.

Exactly. That's one more reason not to talk to

the police anymore.

Okay. So, it's either Gibson...

Sam.

Or the man with the knife.

But it was not my mother.

I don't think so.

How do I prove it? All of the evidence

still points to her.

Jack always said you never stop digging.

Sometimes you strike gold. Sometimes you dig your

own grave, but he

- Nice to meet you. - Miss Hansen.

Thanks so much for coming out.

Thanks for taking the time.

My pleasure.

Yeah, this horrid little place was one of Jack's

favourite haunts.

I thought it appropriate for us to meet here

where Jack and I met.

To discuss his book?

He called it his last public act.

He was going to walk away from the column and the book

would be his final expose.

Though he spent his career exposing the dark side of

others, he said a final self-examination would be

fitting and fair.

It was time to tell all the private personal stories

he'd withheld from the column, including his own.

He could knock this town on its ass.

Did he let you read any of it?

No. Jack had, uh... trust issues,

when it came to his book. He'd offer updates,

discuss chapters in generalities.

How much of it had he written?

Well, believe it or not, he called me the day he was

killed and told me he was going to finish it that night.

I had a publisher lined up, $250,000!

I could get twice that now.

I'm sorry. Truly, but I could.

So, where is it?

The dark side of the moon. I have no idea.

Did Jack talk about his gambling?

Your stepfather had a love-hate relationship

with cards. He loved to play, hated to lose.

Do you know who he played with?

Miss Hansen, I'm a literary agent,

not an expert in personal security,

but even I feel qualified to advise you against

this line of enquiry.

You know what, Mr. Leitner?

You can either talk to me or Detective Gibson.

But I have a feeling that if he talks to you...

well, it might just get back to whoever it is

you're warning me about.

There were various games throughout the years.

The stakes grew larger as Jack became more successful.

When he married your mother his resources increased

dramatically and so did the size of the games.

You know, not just anybody can ante up.

Who are they?

So where're you from?

New York now, but here originally.

I haven't been back for a couple of years.

- You miss it? - I miss the trees,

not the rain.

Well, we've had a great summer.

Thank god for global warming.

So is James here?

James? Don't know a James.

Hm. Because I heard he lives here.

Heard he does business in the back room.

I think you just finished your beer.

- I didn't get your name. - Nope. You're not going to.

Maybe I can help.

If you're James.

And what if I was James.

I'd be asking to sit in on a poker game.

Gambling's illegal in this state...

Miss Hansen.

So you know who I am.

Then maybe you know that I couldn't give a damn about Jack.

He was an ass.

But he knew a game.

He told me all about yours.

Really.

Yeah, he said you ran one, took a cut of the pot.

He said he lost a fortune but had a helluva time.

You a player, Miss Hansen?

Well, maybe we should continue this conversation

in the back room, then.

Nice talking to you!

Go Mariners!

- Enough! No more! - Nothing happened.

Jo, you have to let the police do their job.

Detective Gibson doesn't want the job.

Maybe he's convince my mom killed Jack.

Or maybe he killed Jack out of revenge for putting his

brother away.

Either way, he's made my mom the perfect suspect.

I promised I'd get her out.

I'm not going to stop.

I'm sorry. Don't take this the wrong way,

but you're so much more like your mother than you know.

God forbid.

Come on, once you two get something in your mind

there is no looking back.

Hm. It's called denial.

Maybe this terrible thing will bring you guys

closer together. Yeah.

Kind of hard to look at the silver lining right now.

I'm sorry.

Okay, well, if you're going to be a superhero, then you're

- going to need a sidekick, right? - Right.

So, I made some phone calls.

I went down to the morgue.

And......guess what I found?

- Dead bodies. - Ha, ha... beautiful and funny.

I hate you.

A copy of the police report from the Coroner's file.

One thing that I have learned is that close-range gunfire

means blood splatter. There are specific pat

for different guns and distances and positions, but

there is always blood splatter.

And?

Well, Jack was shot three times at close range.

There was blood all over him, all over the floor,

and there was not one drop on your mother.

But it was all over somebody.

There's no doubt about that.

Just a minute.

Detective!

Miss Hansen, Detective Gibson asked me to

give you a lift to our office.

I got a phone call from a dirt bag named William Garner.

An attorney for an even bigger dirt bag named

James Haggerty. Now Mr. Garner's only job

as far as I can see is to keep his client this side of prison.

Which isn't an easy task because Mr. Haggerty likes

to hang out on the wrong side of the street.

- I heard the same thing. - You did? Well, guess what.

Mr. Garner called to inform me that a young woman named

Jo Hansen was harassing Mr. Haggerty's staff at a bar

he owns on Washington Drive.

They were harassing me. They threatened me.

Now they're not threatening charges.

But, and this is as close to a quote as I'm comfortable

with, "If she doesn't cease and desist her efforts and

allegations, Mr. Haggerty will shut her trap."

He already tried.

The guy at the bar? Works for Haggerty.

- Who? - The man who attacked

me in my mother's house.

Well assu

errand boy to tear up McBride's office.

Because Jack played cards in Haggerty's game.

And what? And McBride owned him money?

Or he's in the book!

Miss Hansen, if you don't stop sticking your nose into

other people's business, I'm going to have you arrested

for impeding a criminal investigation.

What investigation? You haven't done a single

thing since you arrested my mother.

Because all the evidence points right at her.

With her record I'm surprised she hasn't been arrested for

killing somebody before this.

What record?

My mother has never been arrested before.

Well, that shows how well you know your own mother.

You see this? That never saw the

light of day thanks to Jack's friends upstairs.

- Domestic abuse. - Yeah, that's right.

The neighbours heard a gunshot.

The officers found your mother smashed out of her skull.

The wife of a crime reporter arrested for beating up

her husband. Now, you know, that's irony.

You want irony?

How about you investigating the murder

of a man who put your brother in jail.

Get out of my office.

- OH! - OH!

Oh, god, Erin, you scared me to death.

Jo, what are you doing?

I had a nightmare, so I came here.

- Making toast? - Um.

The butter was attacking me.

I heard the door being forced open.

Oh, yeah, it just sticks. I've got to get it fixed.

I thought you were sleeping, too.

You just coming home? It's like 2:30 in the morning.

I just had to finish a story before we went to press.

Welcome to the newspaper business.

- Hey, Erin? - Yeah

Do you mind if I ask you about this?

It's a paternity test.

Sam made me do it.

Why?

He thought I was having an affair with Jack.

- Were you? - Please. Jo.

He was like 30 years older than me.

He was married to your mom.

No, Sam was just crazy.

He thought I was, so he wanted me to prove it.

He thought Marybeth was Jack's daughter?

Um-hum.

I'm telling you, his brain is soaked with alcohol.

Why didn't you just tell him no?

Erin. Talk to me.

What?

Because he hit me.

Erin.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

He just pushed me down, like, punched me in the face,

gave me a black eye.

I was so embarrassed.

I was too humiliated to go to work.

He broke a bunch of stuff in the house.

He threatened to kill me. It was just bad.

- So I took the test. - You show him the results?

Yeah. You know Sam, he's crazy.

I mean that's why I sent Marybeth away, really.

I was just afraid that maybe he would do something to her...

or both of us, like...

You know, I'm really tired. I think I'm going to go to bed.

Yeah, goodnight.

You're ready for that butter.

I'm tired of the psychiatrist.

He's a ridiculous man.

His preliminary findings are leaning towards

anxiety and depression.

Psychosis doesn't seem likely to him.

I have anxiety because you have taken away my meds,

and I'm depressed because you're still

You can fire me any time in the process, Maureen.

How many times have I fired you?

Over the years? I've lost count.

Well, you're fired.

Look, if you plead to manslaughter it's 12 to 15,

- you'll be out in eight. - Months or weeks?

I can't put you on the stand.

You won't hold up to cross examination.

Now, this deal's on the table for 24 hours.

After that, Gibson has to let you go, or the DA

- has to charge you. - With what?

- Murder in the first degree. - No.

- No, what? - No deal.

She's not guilty.

- I need more time. - Time to do what?

All your running around so far has produced exactly

nothing but complaints from the police and accusations

of harassment.

Have you been harassing people?

No.

- Yes. - Who have you been harassing?

Jack played cards at this bar downtown.

The guys there didn't like me asking questions.

I think their boss is in the book.

You can't introduce a book that doesn't exist as

- evidence into a court of law. - It's somewhere.

- Where? - Did you look in

Jack's storage?

What storage?

Well, Jack was a collector and I didn't want to

bring all those things into my house so he got a warehouse

by the paper.

- Do you have an address? - Details, Fletcher.

Isn't that what I pay you for?

Matthews.

Detective Gibson. He'd like to see you.

Can you tell him that I'll stop by later today.

I believe from his tone of voice he meant now.

You picked a bad boy to mess with.

Ken Curry. KC, they call him.

Assault, assault with a deadly weapon,

illegal possession of firearms, rape, robbery,

conspiracy to commit murder.

This guy has spent half his life in prison and the other

half trying to get back in. We picked him up for driving

without insurance outside Haggerty's bar.

The problem is we can't keep him.

We just want you to confirm this is the guy.

Did you question him?

Up, down

Up, down and sideways.

He's never heard of James Haggerty.

He's never heard of Jack McBride.

He's never heard of Maureen Hansen.

He doesn't watch the news, read the papers.

In fact, this guy has no idea about anything in the

- world, whatsoever. - He's lying.

Every time he opens his mouth.

But it's still a he-said, she-said.

So this is just a show for you?

- Excuse me? - Picking him up.

Bringing me down here. You're covering your bases.

You're going to let my mother drown and me get killed to

get back at Jack for what he did to your brother.

Jezus, you bitch at me when I won't follow your

orders and then when I do... We might as well be married.

You think the real killer is in that book?

Turn it over - it belongs to the Seattle Police Department.

You're in it, aren't you?

Haggerty, you, your brother...

You're all in it together.

Sometimes I wish I didn't wear a badge.

Jo, you can't just go around accusing the

- detective of being crooked. - I saw the picture.

He played on Haggerty's softball team.

Probably knows the guy who attacked me.

You need to be careful, because those guys

- are dangerous. - At least they know that

we're on to them.

She's gorgeous. Just like her mother.

You're making me blush.

You're obviously doing something right.

Oh, I'm just trying to copy my mom, you know.

She didn't have a lot of time for me, but, uh...

she was there, she was there.

She was awesome.

Yeah. I miss her every day.

Anyway, when she died I cried for weeks.

It was just... she was just young.

She was too young.

Full time nurse, full time single mom.

Pretty soon that's me.

Does Sam know you want a divorce?

No. I'm still trying to muster the courage.

And what if he killed Jack?

He hat

He hates me way more than he hates him.

If he got away with it once what is to stop him from

doing it again?

We won't let that happen.

- Yeah. - Daddy.

Hi, baby.

You see this?

Aw, you're so beautiful.

He should've called.

Do you want me to come with you?

No. Please, just... just stay.

Hi, sweetie.

I thought you were working today.

What do you care? I already paid the rent.

I just feel a little uncomfortable when you show

up wherever you want, whenever you want.

- Marybeth's happy to see me. - Hm. Honey, why

don't you go over there where Aunty Jo is and you

just go get some lunch, okay?

You have a lot of nerve showing up here.

Hey, you. I saw you. You were the best little

monkey out there.

- What are you doing? - What am I doing?

- What are you even doing here? - You kidding me?

I can't even have time to see my own daughter?

No. Not any more. I'm done.

How about you want some more juice?

Okay.

Are you kidding me? This is where you do it?

- In a goddamn playground? - Where would you like

me to do it? In a bar?

I'm going to get a lawyer and I'm taking Marybeth.

You can't even take care of yourself.

Like you're a perfect mother.

I'm done, I'm not listening to this any more.

- I have a... Let go! - UH!

Stay here, sweetie, okay?

Stop it, Sam! Stop it!

Are you crazy? She is right there.

Are you out of your mind? Just... go home.

Go home!

I don't have a goddamn home anymore!

What are you going to do? Are you going to hit me, too?

I never hit her.

I'll call the police.

Sam, will you just go. Just go!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

- What was he yelling about? - I did it. I did it.

I told him I want to get a divorce.

Come here. You're so brave, honey.

I don't know. I don't know.

It just came out.

I just... I thought maybe he wouldn't do anything

- because you were here. - You were smart.

I'm so worried that he's going to take Marybeth.

I'm calling Detective Gibson.

No, don't. Stop...

I know how this goes already. They'll just slap a useless

restraining order on him and he just gets more

pissed off than he already is.

God.

My god, what happened to my life.

Hey.

Everything is going to be okay.

I promise.

Okay.

I want to see how she is, okay?

Marybeth. Sweetie, it's okay.

Mommy just fell down. Hey.

Okay.

Where do you have it, Jack?

My thoughts exactly.

Good to see you again, Miss Hansen.

And I believe you've already met Ken Curry.

You following me?

Well, you're being a pain in the ass, Miss Hansen.

I'm simply returning the favour.

Just like you did Jack a favour?

- I gave you six months. - I gave you all I have.

Why don't I just kill you and collect it from your wife?

I don't remember killing Jack.

KC, did we kill Jack McBride?

No, Mr. Haggerty. Jack owed us a lot of money.

That's right, he did. He did.

Jack owed us $165,000 and change.

I definitely remember that. You see, it's not likely that

I would kill somebody that owed me that kind of money.

- That would be bad business. - That would be stupid.

Stupid. Exactly.

- Then who did? - Why, your mother did.

That's what the papers say. Don't you

The gambling, the women, the prints on the gun.

They've got a clear case against her.

Jack was a friend of mine, Miss Hansen.

I know that's hard for you to believe.

But I'll lay you two to one odds that I saw more of him

- than your mother ever did. - I'm sure he wrote all about

his quality time with you. Hm?

The games, the important people who played them.

Definitely bad for business.

Is it here?

Look for it yourself.

Patience.

It's just not a quality that I care for.

Except we don't have time, Miss Hansen.

And so, unfortunately, neither do you.

So, please, please, please, do not make me ask you again.

Remember rule number two, sister.

All right.

Well, if I can't have it,

nobody can.

Well. Here we are again, Miss Hansen,

only this time you need an attorney.

Breaking and entering. Attempted arson...

Miss Hansen had her mother's permission to go into that...

Shut up, Matthews. Just... shut the hell up

for ten minutes, okay? Will you do that for me,

- please? - I'm fine, detective.

Really, you don't have to worry.

Oh good. Haggerty, again, is that it?

He was there with Ken Curry.

They followed me. They wanted the book.

They knocked me out and started the fire.

Oh, okay.

Why would I start the fire and knock myself out?

I don't know. Because you're not that bright?

Uh... I'm not going to allow you to...

Shut up, or I'll personally shut you up.

- Did they get the book? - No.

Did you search the warehouse for it?

Yeah, as a matter of fact I did.

And I'm beginning to think that book is a figment of

your imagination.

I don't think Haggerty killed Jack.

Really? And you changed your mind after he supposedly

- tried to kill you? - Yes.

His record's worse than Curry's.

I don't think it was him.

Well, if it wasn't him, and it wasn't your

mother, then who was it? Wait a second. No.

- It was me, right? - Hold on here.

Joanne, look. It's my advice as far as...

I think you should take a look at Sam Lee.

- I don't know who he is. - He's a musician.

He's married to a friend of mine.

He's off the deep end now. He hated Jack.

Not going to fly, Miss Hansen.

He thought that my friend was having an affair with Jack.

He thought Jack was the real father of his daughter and

he ordered a paternity test to prove it.

Swan's Lab. Look it up.

No, I don't think so.

In the meantime, the owner of the warehouse is assessing

damage before he presses charges.

So, you're free to go.

Hello.

Oh... You got my message.

I came as fast as I could.

- How are you? - Huh... okay.

I'm sorry. I am so sorry.

They wanted the book.

- I didn't have it. - I know.

Did you find it?

It wasn't in Jack's storage place.

Mr. Leitner, is there any other place it could be?

Please... did Jack trust anybody else?

Okay.

- All right... - Hm?

Okay, take a look at these.

Do any of these ring a bell?

- Haaaah... - What is it?

Tom.

Tom Carver?

Carver.

Do you know where I can find Tom?

I'm going to see him, but I wanted to ask you

about him first. You have no idea who

- Tom Carver is? - No.

You know, Jack wrote one of these every single week.

Five days.

No drinks, no pills.

I guess I've won my own private little Olympic event.

- I'm proud of you, mother. - Well, yeah...

Look who's the mom.

You know this is the last day of the psychiatric evaluation.

And today the psychiatrist goes before the court and

tells the judge whether or not I'm fit to stand trial.

Of course I'm crazy as a loon, but he'll...

they won't say I'm insane.

And, I think I should have taken that deal.

Mom, don't give up.

What if I did kill Jack?

I can't believe that.

Well, you thought I killed your father.

- What? - Um-hum.

It was the weekend Jack and I got married.

And you and I were arguing about what shoes you would wear.

And I finally yelled at you, "How can you be so selfish

on my day?" And you stomped your foot

and you said, "Murderer. Daddy died of a broken heart,

and you broke it." I think those were exactly

- your words. - Now... is not... the time.

I'm running out of time, Jo.

And you've been angry with me for too long.

Joanne, your father's mistress was his work,

long before I ever met Thomas.

Somebody had to pay your bar bills.

Good, you're being direct.

Doesn't it feel better?

No! Mom.

It doesn't feel good saying whatever comes to your mind

when it hurts other people.

So I'm not the fantasy mom you wanted.

Ev

Everyone makes mistakes, you know.

For god's sakes, mother, would you just take

responsibility for your actions!

I'M SORRY!

I'm sorry.

Would you come sit down.

You think I'm a to

You should know your grandmother.

I saw your grandmother once a week,

when she came to church Sunday morning, wearing dark

sunglasses to hide the hangover from the night before.

I didn't see her again until the next Sunday because every

night was a party to her and she was unavailable.

And so when I had you, I swore things would be different.

And I would be a different kind of mom.

And you wouldn't have that.

And then somewhere along the way, it all fell apart.

I came back because I wanted to reconnect with you.

Not some fantasy, super-mom version.

But the real you.

I love you, mom.

No matter what.

I want us to be close.

That's just what I want.

I don't blame you for not eating.

I learned how to cook in prison, you know.

You must have hated Jack f

Oh, I only held a grudge for about 20 years.

I guess I deserved it. I killed a guy for not

shaking hands with me after a fight.

Three years ago I walk out, land in this glamorous place.

And what do you know? Here's Jack, sitting right here.

Maybe he knew who I was, maybe not.

I don't know. He didn't say.

It was old news.

I'm starting to understand what my mom saw in him.

And what did he see in her?

She didn't kill him.

Well, then who did?

I'm working on that.

You cost me 20 years in the hole.

You remember me now?

You're out of your element here, young lady.

Did Jack talk to you about any trouble he was in lately?

No. Jack never talked shop with me.

Boxing, that's what we had in common.

- Did you read his columns? - Of course.

You know, this morning I go to open the paper and look

for his column and I don't see any and I think,

what the hell is this?

And then I remember he's dead.

You don't seem that broke up about it.

Yeah, well...

Nah.

Jack would piss in his grave if he thought I was talking

about him like he's some kind of saint.

He wrote here because this is the only place in Seattle

where nobody gave a rat's ass about him.

Did you say he wrote here?

Used to make me burn those little napkins he scribbled

- on every night. - Did you burn all of them?

What is it you're asking me, Miss Hansen?

Mr. Carver.

Tom.

Do you have Jack's book?

He stopped in early the night he was killed.

In a good mood, too, 'cause he'd finally written the end.

Asked me to stash this here for safe keepin', because he

was going out to celebrate.

Crazy, huh? Trusting me of all people.

If you ask me, he'd have been better off leaving

- the bodies buried. - How come you didn't

give it to anyone?

You're the first one to ask.

You look like you're not buying a word I'm saying.

Should I?

If I wanted to kill Jack I wouldn't have shot him.

I'd have made him drink my coffee.

Hey, look at you. Uh-uh, be careful.

Hey.

- Hello, Miss Marybeth. - Hi.

Did Sam come around?

No. Thank god.

I think that he knows we know.

Or at least suspect that he might have killed Jack.

What do you think he'll do next?

That depends on how much he's been drinking.

When he has one beer too many he gets

a little... unpredictable.

Let's just hope Jack mentioned him in his book...

something, anything to take to the police.

Yeah, well, that would be great if we had the book.

- I found the book. - What? Where?

Right in front of me the entire time.

You wouldn't believe it, the boxer, Carver, had it.

However, for a second I wasn't sure if he was going to

- give it to me or kill me. - Oh, you...! See?

Look at you. I knew it. I knew that you would find it.

That makes one of us.

You are a godsend. Where is it?

- Can I... can I see it? - I have to give it to Gibson.

- He's waiting for me downtown. - Gibson?

Do you think that it's a good idea?

You have to trust somebody.

And so far there's been no mention of our Gibson.

- Only his brother. - Hm. Am I in it?

Not yet. What do you mean?

Well, it's just that I worked for him.

I thought he might have mentioned me.

Huh. Maybe he did. I'm not finished.

But I'm surprised,

it's really not very personal.

It's just one amazing crime story after another.

Did he mention anybody that he might have

- been afraid of? - Jack didn't seem to be

afraid of anybody. But everybody in it might

have wanted to kill him.

Can I... can I just see it?

Just... really, I just want to look through it..

I'm getting it copied. I don't have it with me.

I thought if Haggerty was watching me I don't want him

- to get it. - Yeah. See? You...

You're good at this investigative thing.

Have you thought about being a...

No. No.

After all this is done I'm going to grad school

and I'm going to study something safe

like... I don't know.

- Botany. - Ha! Yeah. Botany.

No.

Can this wait 'til morning, Miss Hansen?

I have evidence to file here.

I'll be damned.

Jack didn't even mention you.

My brother's got problems. It doesn't mean I do.

I owe you an apology.

I just saw the softball picture there and put

two and two together. Except somehow I got five.

I was never good at math.

I keep that picture there to make sure my head

stays screwed on straight.

Haggerty was right to be worried.

Jack opened all the doors.

There's going to be a lot of people scrambling to cover

their tracks.

Three guys alone in the first chapter could have killed him.

- I can keep this? - It's a copy.

All right. It'll do for now.

Look, um... I guess I owe you an apology too.

I underestimated you, and your mother.

You believe she's innocent?

She didn't call you?

- Not yet today, why? - Where have you been,

Miss Hansen? It's all over the news.

We released your mother 30 minutes ago.

- Really? - She didn't kill Jack McBride.

- Sam Lee did. - How are you so sure?

We're sure, because you and your friend were right.

There was a paternity test. We confirmed it

We went over to Sam's house to ask him about it.

We found all kinds of hate mail that he had written to

Jack and never sent. Death threats...

and these.

Ohmigawd.

I was just about to pick him up.

Mom. Where are you?

I'm home now, thank god.

Why didn't you call when they released you?

- I would have picked you up. - Oh, that's all right,

sweetheart. Erin was at the police station.

She told me that you were working with Detective Gibson

and she wouldn't mind giving me a ride home.

I'm coming home, right now.

Uh... bring the book, okay?

I'm on my way. Uh... Erin, have you heard

- from Sam? - No. Why?

- Do you know where he is? - Um... I guess if he's still

in town he could be working at the club.

Okay. If he calls, don't answer.

I want you to lock the doors and set the alarms.

They're going to pick him up for Jack's murder.

- What? - Um... I'll explain

- everything when I see you. - Hurry home, sweetheart.

Okay.

Bye.

What?

I don't know... something about my mother's tone.

Well, she did spend nearly a week in prison.

A week dodging bullets and I'm getting paranoid.

Welcome to my world.

FREEZE! UP AGAINST THE WALL!

Against the wall!

- Jeez. - Cuff him.

What does this have to do with, for christ's sake?

Gi

- You're under arrest. - For what?

For the murder of Jack McBride.

We found the evidence at your place... the letters.

What letters? What the hell are you talking about?

Hate letters to Jack McBride,

pictures of him cut to shreds, the bloody gloves.

None of that stuff was mine, I didn't kill him.

- You had motive, pal. - What motive?

The paternity test. You thought Marybeth

was Jack's daughter, not yours.

Jezus. You're wrong. You're not even close.

All right, you got two seconds, then you're

- going to jail. - If I had letters and

pictures and bloody gloves, you think I'd leave them out

for you to find? Look, Erin ordered the

paternity test, not me. I know Marybeth is my kid,

and so does she. This was never about Marybeth.

- Now don't you get it? - Sonofa... take him in!

Hold him till you hear from me!

Hello?

Hi, sweetheart.

I am so sorry I didn't call you.

I'm just glad you're home.

Did... did they find Sam?

I don't know.

I've been telling your mom all about him.

It's pretty unbelievable.

Erin, it's been so sweet of you to stay here

with me tonight. But I'm sure you're tired

and... it's all right for you to go home now.

With Sam running around out there?

I think it's a good idea if she stays.

Well, I am really exhausted.

I'm not leaving until I read that book.

Okay.

- Erin, is something wrong? - You mean besides my

husband getting arrested for murder? No.

I'm sorry.

No, I mean, we're here together, right?

It's like... like when we were kids.

Erin, are you going to tell her, or do I need to?

- Tell me what? - Erin was telling me

earlier that she believes Jack was her father.

What?

I never wanted to bring you into this, Jo.

The paternity test - it wa

was Jack's daughter. It was to prove that I am.

And I'm sorry that I lied to you.

I..I just had to wait for you to find the book so that

you would believe me.

I... I don't understand.

I know.

Right before my mom died she told me that she'd had

an affair with Jack, and that I was his daughter.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

We lost touch when you moved to New York, you know.

And this week didn't really seem like a good time

to tell you.

They met, when he was doing a story about corruption

in the health care industry. He interviewed her.

I hardly even believed it.

But then... then he gave me that job.

And he was so good to me.

And I started thinking that maybe it was because he knew

that I was his daughter, you know?

So, I told him and I asked him to take the test.

Mom, did Jack tell you about any of this?

Sweetheart, Jack stopped telling me a long time ago

about girls who tried to blackmail him.

I never tried to blackmail him.

But, Erin, the results were negative.

No. Jack had them altered. Don't you see this?

He knew everyone. He... he used his influence.

Erin, I told you, Jack couldn't have been your father.

You just shut up, Maureen.

Jack... couldn't... have... children.

Jus

Just shut the hell up!

- Erin... - Erin, you better calm down.

Erin... This is pretty u

Sit down. Please, sit down.

Come sit down.

I'm sorry.

I just want to stay here, and I want to read the book,

because if there is one mention of my mom here,

then we'll know the truth, right?

- Of course. - Thank you.

He doesn't even mention her.

Don't get upset, Erin.

I don't understand.

Maybe a chapter is missing in the book...

or he was planning on writing more.

No. No, no.

He told me... he told me... he told me he was finished.

When did Jack tell you that?

I don't know... a couple of weeks ago.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm positive. Why?

Erin, both Jack's agent and Tom Carver told me that

he didn't finish writing the book until the night

he was killed.

So?

So it seems unlikely that he would have told you that

a couple of weeks ago.

Were you here the night Jack was killed?

What? No.

I think you were.

- Jo. - You came over that night

to con

to confront him.

You told me that you slept with her!

- You changed it! - That's not even true!

When he denied fixing the test,

denying you,

you knew where the gun was.

You practically grew up here.

Don't, don't do it! Jack, stop!

Ohmigawd.

No. I did not..

You panicked.

You saw my mom passed out and you put the gun

in her hand.

I just wanted him to admit it.

I didn't want your money, Maureen.

I just wanted... and I just thought

maybe he could help me take care of Marybeth.

It was an accident. I swear it.

I believe that, Erin.

And when you realized what you'd done, you decided

to frame Sam.

The gloves, the photos, the letters, you hid them

at his place for the police to find.

But I need... I need to keep him away from Marybeth.

You know that.

Wha... what are you doing?

Maureen, don't!

I said don't do that! Stop!

All right.

Erin. Sweetie.

Think about Marybeth.

I am thinking about her. She is my life.

And if you... if you turn me in then Sammy will take her.

We'll say it was an accident.

How? How? Nobody will believe me now

because I've screwed everything up.

- I'm sorry. - Okay, calm down.

- Don't! Please, don't! - Calm down.

POLICE!

AH!

- Well, she'll pull through. - Oh, thank god.

- I feel bad for Marybeth. - Yeah.

Sam will really have to get his act together, won't he?

Child Services will help him.

But, um... they're not going to cut him much slack.

I can't help but feel bad for Erin, too.

Did Jack have an affair with her mother?

Well, now, you have to remember he was Jack McBride.

I guess. He was one of a kind, huh?

All right, well first thing in the morning I'll need full

statements from both of you.

All right.

If you hadn't had come...

You going to publish the book?

I think he'd probably want us to.

Well, that's going to be one hell of an epilogue.

All right, then, tomorrow morning.

- Good night. - Good night.

You cook?

Nope. You do.

- Hey, mom. - Um-hum

You know I have a life to get back to?

Yeah. I know.

Well, I bet there won't be another student in the whole

class who will have a better report on how I spent my

spring vacation.

I'm in college now.

We don't really do the spring break essays anymore.

Right. I'm sorry.

You know, now that I've got you here,

I hate to let you go.

I know the feeling.

You know what I've been thinking I might do.

- What? - Well, I was thinking...

I might just sell this house and move back East.

- Really? - Yeah. What do you think?

You think New York's got room for another

flamboyant socialite?

God help New York.

All right. Together.

- Ready? - Oh, gosh!