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- Could you do a reading now?

- Yeah.

Please have a seat.

Death.

It refers to loss.

You've experienced loss, a great loss.

The 10 of cups.

This card, with the death card, refers to love.

You've lost someone you loved.

Someone from your future is now in your past.

The hanged man.

It's not a bad card.

But it refers to blockage.

You need to grieve to be able to move forward.

The hermit.

Time. Time is very important.

There's corruption. Something is being concealed from you.

It's very important that you act cautiously.

Your intuition, your instinct, will come into play here.

- It's OK. That's enough.

- But... we haven't finished.

- It's all right.

Thank you for your time.

[ Horn honking ]

Sorry I'm late.

- That's OK!

- OK!

- I ordered us crab salad.

- Oh, great! Yeah.

[ Both giggling ]

- So?

What'd she say?

- Oh, there's nothing to tell.

- [Chuckling]: Oh, no, no, no.

That's not what I paid $100 for.

- It's impossible to tell anything

from a worn-out deck of playing cards, Mother.

- It's Tarot, darling.

Tarot.

[ Chuckling ] - Ladies?

- Thank you.

- And bon appétit.

- Thanks.

- So what about Italy? What's happening with the trip?

- Yeah! I, um... I made a reservation.

I'm just... I haven't decided.

- What are you waiting for? Go!

Go! Explore!

- It would be nice to get away.

- It sure would!

And don't let anything stop you.

Understand?

- Yes, Mother.

- Good! Mmm, this is delicious, hmm?

- Mmm!

[ Siren ringing ]

[ Horn honking ]

- No, there's nobody else.

- Yeah? Yeah, I just got here myself.

So CSI's all done taking their pictures, right?

All right.

[ Horn honking ]

So let's see what we got here.

[ Horn honking ]

- Detective Ortuso!

- Yeah?

It's freezing tonight!

So how long do you figure?

- Not long. Couple hours, max.

- Well, there's no signs of a struggle. No wounds.

No blood, except for that nosebleed.

- We'll take him in. Get a closer look.

[ Doorbell ringing ]

- Mrs. Brooks?

- Yeah?

- I'm Detective Ortuso, Chicago PD.

May I come in?

- Uh... yeah!

Is there a problem?

- Can we go sit down somewhere?

- Yeah, sure.

Please, have a seat.

- Thanks.

Samuel Brooks. Is he your husband?

- Was. He passed away 5 years ago.

- Uh, really?

[ Sighing ]

We found the body of a man

who died earlier tonight at the waterfront.

I have reason to believe this may be your husband.

- No. That must be a mistake.

- Well, this man had no identification on him,

except for this medical bracelet

with your phone number on it.

Which is how I found you.

You recognize it?

- It was his bracelet, but--

- Look.

If it's a mistake,

we'll get it all cleared up.

But in the meantime,

I'm gonna need you to come down and identify this body.

- [Sighing]: Uh...

I'll get my things.

[ Gasping ]

- So you're quite certain.

- Yeah.

- I'm very sorry for your loss.

Have a seat, Mrs. Brooks.

Look, I know this must be a terrible shock for you.

- I don't-- I don't understand.

- I do have to ask you a few questions.

- OK.

- So when exactly was the last time you saw your husband?

- Sam died 5 years ago.

Or...

So-- so I thought.

- Actually, your husband came here to Chicago

from Detroit earlier today.

On a one-way ticket.

You wouldn't happen to know why he was coming here, would you?

- I-- I...

I already told you, Detective, I--

- Or what he was doing down at the waterfront?

- I already thought he was dead.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Sighing ]

[ Sobbing ]

- It appears your husband died of a massive coronary.

So... we won't be performing an autopsy.

Did your husband have any medical problems, Mrs. Brooks?

- Yeah, Sam had, um...

high blood pressure and diabetes.

- Yeah, well, that'll do it.

As I understand it...

Your husband went missing

on April 13, 1999. Am I right?

It was thought to be a boating accident?

- Yes.

- Yeah.

Forgive me for asking, but...

You did receive his life insurance benefits, am I right?

- Meaning what?

- I was simply pointing out,

the insurance company won't be too happy

to learn they paid death benefits

for someone who wasn't dead yet!

- Are you suggesting we cheated the insurance company?

Is that what you think?

Detective, I need help

finding out what happened.

Are you gonna help me, or not?

- The coroner ruled

your husband's death is a natural cause.

So unless something would indicate otherwise,

there's not a lot more I can do!

- Meaning there'll be no investigation.

- Unless something turns up, no!

[ Sighing ]

- OK.

- Uh, Mrs. Brooks?

Look. I can't get personally involved, you understand?

But this guy... he may be able

to help you find some answers.

Give him a call.

- Thank you.

- [Waiter]: There you go.

- How you doing?

[ Sighing ]

- This feels like a bad dream, you know?

One that I can't wake up from.

- Well...

At least you know the truth about Sam.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Sometimes you think you really know someone,

like, you really know them,

but in the end... you really don't.

- Sam loved me!

- I'm... I'm sure he did.

In his own way.

- Why do you always have to qualify everything?

- Well, I hate to say it,

but obviously you didn't know everything about Sam!

I'm sorry, honey.

It's just that I think you should...

You've got to put all this behind you once and for all!

- Five years, in the blink of an eye?

- I think you have to try.

Jean, I love you more than anything in the world.

And I don't want you to be hurt anymore!

I want you to move on, you know?

I want you to let it go!

It'll be for the best.

You'll see.

- I don't think I can quite yet.

- Where are you going? You're not staying for lunch?

- I can't stay. I have an appointment.

- Jean...

- Are you Mr. Fate?

- Yeah, you can call me Eddie.

Coffee, or a drink, or something?

- Oh, no, no, I'm fine. Thanks.

I was expecting someone a bit older.

- Yeah. We private detectives

come in all shapes, sizes, and ages.

[ Chuckling ]

You got my card from Oscar Ortuso, Chicago PD, right?

- Yeah.

- Wanna grab a seat?

- Yeah, sure. Thanks.

- So... you told me a bit about your situation.

- How'd you get the name Fate?

[ Chuckling ]

- Everyone always asks me that.

It's my real last name. It's weird, huh?

[ Chuckling ]

Believe me, I've heard all the jokes.

- I bet.

- Yeah. Tell me about your... your husband.

- Sam was a doctor.

Uh... we lived here in Chicago.

We were very happy.

- What changed?

- He walked out the door, and I never saw him again.

Our boat was found out on the lake.

The propellers were tangled in some weeds.

The police think that... maybe he got into the water

to fix it, and drowned.

- And now he turns up 5 years later.

I found the rental car, like the plane ticket,

was paid for in cash.

I don't think your husband wanted anyone to know

he was coming to Chicago.

What we have to find out is why he was here.

[ Sighing ]

Look, I'm sorry I have to ask this, but...

Was there anybody that your husband might have been seeing?

- No.

- I see.

Did he have any other family?

- Uh, yeah. He had a half-sister, Denise,

who lived in Detroit.

I never met her, but, um...

They didn't get along, from what I understand.

I don't know where she is now.

I need to find out

why the man I loved left me.

What he's been doing since...

Did he ever really love me,

or was our entire marriage a lie?

I need some answers, Mr. Fate.

- Yeah. I have a bit already.

One thing: There's no record

of a Sam Brooks living in or near Detroit.

It's... it's funny.

In fact, there's no record

of him living anywhere in the state.

It's almost like he didn't exist.

I'm sorry.

How 'bout I fly to Detroit,

take a look around, see what I can find out.

- Thank you.

Uh, do you need your fee up front, or...

- Oh, no, no.

I just need some expense money.

I drink a lot of coffee.

[ Both chuckling ]

- Yeah, I need to cancel my flight.

Uh, I don't know when I'll be able to re-book.

OK. Thank you.

[ Sighing ]

♪ Blues

[ Coughing ]

- [Man in crowd]: Yeah!

Whoo!

- So I guess you owe me a referral fee!

[ Chuckling ]

- You're drinking it!

[ Scoffing ]

Hey, what do you make

of this whole thing, Oscar?

[ Sighing ]

- I don't know, Eddie.

I got mixed feelings about this thing.

Maybe her husband picked a strange way to ditch her.

But on the other hand,

the Brooks woman probably collected a million dollars

when her husband went missing!

Now, 5 years later, he's back here to collect.

- I don't think so. No, I believe her.

- Don't underestimate the money factor.

It can make normal people do very abnormal things.

- Not with this woman.

No, it's not about the money.

For her, it's about loss and betrayal.

[ Sighing ]

- That's why I gave her your card.

Now, you just go out there,

and you bring me back some answers, all right?

- Yeah.

-Whoo!

♪ ♪

- Is there anything I can do to help

with the funeral arrangements?

- No, it's fine, Mom. I have everything handled.

- You know...

Burying Sam might actually be therapeutic.

You know, a kind of closure, if you will?

- It's hard to just close the door on what happened.

- But... wouldn't it be better to just

remember the good times?

And let... let all the rest go?

- I've hired a private detective.

- Why?

You may find out some things you'd rather not know!

- I have to find out what happened.

I have no other choice.

- Mrs. Brooks!

Hi. Um... can I get you some coffee?

- Oh no, I'm fine.

- You sure? It's no problem.

- No, I'm here to sign the paperwork

to release my husband's body for the funeral.

- Right.

Have a seat, please.

[ Sighing ]

I'm afraid that's not possible.

- Why is that?

- Your husband's remains were, uh...

picked up about an hour ago by someone else.

I tried to phone you.

- By whom?

- Charlotte Porter, from Detroit.

- I-- I don't know who that is!

- She was his new wife.

Now, from what I understood, she produced

all the right paperwork,

so there was really nothing anyone could do.

It's too late.

I'm really sorry about this.

- Wait... wait a minute.

From what you understood?

- Yeah. Uh...

I wasn't here.

I found out about it myself

this morning when I got in.

[ Horns honking ]

[ Intercom bell ringing ]

- CCA Flight 20 to Detroit,

final boarding at gate number 8.

- Jean!

Hey! I wasn't expecting to see you here.

- I've decided to come with you.

- OK. No problem. They're boarding right now.

- What's up, yo?

- Yo, man, what's up?

- Are you serious? Is this where we're staying?

- Since you hadn't planned on being with me,

I just thought I'd stay here.

No need to waste your money on an expensive hotel.

- Could we find a place a little more inviting?

- Pretty inviting.

You should put my name on both rooms.

Safer.

- OK.

- There you go. Rooms 1421 and 1423

are next to each other. The elevators are to your right.

- Thanks. - Thank you.

- All right, I guess we're set!

- We should see the wife tonight.

- Tonight?

We should call her first.

- Well, personally, I like the element of surprise.

- I'm exhausted. Can we do it first thing in the morning?

- Yeah. Yeah.

How 'bout a nightcap?

[ Sighing ]

- Uh, can I have a mineral water, please?

- Coffee.

[ Sighing ]

So, Charlotte Porter.

Does the name mean anything to you?

- No, never heard it before in my life.

God, I can't believe this is happening.

- I'm sure it's difficult to take at times.

- This isn't the truth!

It can't be.

- Seems like it.

They were married.

- I can't accept that Sam was unfaithful to me.

- It's human nature to believe what you want to believe.

[ Scoffing ]

- You're quite the philosopher, Mr. Fate.

[ Chuckling ]

- You could say I'm a student of human behaviour.

- So what made you become a private investigator?

- Uh, by default.

I was...

...shall I say, excused from police service a while ago.

- You mean fired.

It's called a euphemism, I believe?

- [Chuckling]: Caught.

Well...

Here's to finding the truth.

- To finding the truth.

- You know what?

I'll be right back.

I'm just gonna check something out.

- OK.

Hey!

- Hey.

How'd you sleep?

- Oh, not so bad. Should we get a taxi?

- I got a rental car.

Here we go.

- OK. Stop trying to save me money, Eddie.

- Well, it is your money!

[ Sighing ]

You ready for this?

- [Sighing]: Yeah.

[ Sighing ]

Hi. We're here to see Charlotte Porter.

- Oh. Please come in.

Miss Porter will be down in a moment.

Please make yourselves comfortable.

- Thank you.

[ Footsteps ]

- Hello.

Oh, Simon, um...

Please get my guests whatever they'd like.

- I'm fine, thanks.

- Tea, please?

You, um... you have a lovely home.

- Thank you.

Sam and I were very comfortable here.

[Chuckling]: I know this is very awkward

for all of us, but...

What can I do for you?

- Did, uh... Sam choose the house?

- We both did. Why?

- Just, um... it's not him.

- Well, I can't imagine why you would say that!

[ Chuckling ]

- Sorry, I don't mean to be rude.

This just... wasn't his taste.

- Well, perhaps with you it wasn't.

- So, um...

How did you and Sam meet?

- What difference does it make now?

We...

We met at a medical conference.

- Are you a doctor as well?

- Oh God, no!

One doctor in the house is enough, and that was Sam.

- So he opened a practice here in Detroit?

- No, no. He preferred research.

He stopped taking patients.

[ Chuckling ]

- That's hard to believe.

Sam was so...

interested in his patients, especially children.

It was very important to him.

- Well, as I said, he had no patients here.

[ Scoffing ]

- Man, this house must be expensive!

- It is.

- So you were obviously financially well-off

when you met Sam.

Is that correct?

- It's correct to say that's none of your business, Mr. Fate.

- [Simon]: Excuse me.

[ Clearing throat ]

- May I ask about the funeral arrangements?

- Uh...

I... I never thought...

Sam was cremated last night.

It was a very private ceremony.

I'm so sorry.

- I'm sorry. May I use your restroom?

- Yes, um... Simon will show you where it is.

[ Sighing ]

- Do you know why your husband went to Chicago?

- Well, he did travel quite a bit.

- So you know why he was there?

- No, Mr. Fate, I don't!

- Do you know he only had a one-way ticket?

Do you know why that might be, at all?

- I... I don't know. Maybe...

Maybe he made a mistake when he booked it. I don't know.

But it doesn't mean

what you might like it to mean.

- Oh! No...

- Sam and I were very much in love!

It doesn't mean anything!

- No.

Um...

Thank you very much for your help.

- You're welcome.

Again, I'm really sorry.

Sam was a remarkable man.

I know that we'll both miss him.

Oh, I hope I was of some help to you.

- Actually, um... Sam had a half-sister, Denise.

who lived here in Detroit. Did you ever meet her?

- No, Sam never mentioned her.

As far as I know, Sam was an only child.

- Well, thank you.

- You're welcome.

Bye.

- Bye.

[ Sighing ]

- Sam would have never wanted to live in a house like that.

- What did you find upstairs?

- I found his bedroom.

If they were so much in love,

why did they have separate bedrooms?

- How'd you know it was his bedroom?

- His belongings were all over the place.

I even found an unfinished crossword puzzle

with his handwriting.

I know it was his room.

- So she was lying.

[ Scoffing ]

[ Car starting ]

[ Sighing ]

- Mind if I join you?

[ Both chuckling ]

- No, no, not at all.

- Listen, I, um...

I wanted to thank you.

I don't think that I could have done this alone.

- Oh, no, no. It's not necessary.

It's all part of the service.

- Uh, can I have a scotch, please?

- You got it.

- Um, I got some information.

- OK.

- Charlotte Porter's house

is held by a Michigan corporation.

BFA Medical Supplies, Inc.

- Thank you. Uh, what's that mean?

- Maybe nothing, but...

Whoever owns the corporation

bought the house.

- [Both]: With cash.

- Of course. - Exactly.

- So, we check out BFA Medical Supplies tomorrow.

- Yeah. Yeah, you bet.

- It's hard, you know.

I've already grieved the loss of Sam. I have to do it again.

- Have you been with anybody else since Sam?

- No.

[ Chuckling ]

It's strange, sharing such intimate details

with somebody I hardly know.

But I'm glad it's with you... Eddie.

- Yeah. So am I.

- Is that you, Jean?

- Chris!

It's been so long!

- It is you! How have you been?

- Oh, you know...

- Aww.

- Well, all right!

- Look at you! You look fantastic!

- Oh, please.

You're always one to flatter.

- Well, when it's true!

- Oh, I'm sorry. I'm being rude.

Eddie, this is Chris Schwartzman.

Eddie Fate. - Hey.

- So how have you been?

- Uh... good!

But more importantly, how are you, Jean?

- I'm fine.

- Just fine?

- Well, you know.

- Yeah. That was a tough one.

Losing Sam.

Yeah, I still miss him, you know.

- Yeah.

Uh, Chris and Sam

went to medical school together.

- Is that right?

- Yeah.

- Well, he was the smarter one, though. He got you!

- [Chuckling]: Oh! Please.

- You know what, guys?

I'm gonna go to my room.

Get some shut-eye.

Nice to meet you, doctor.

- You too!

- I'll catch up with you.

- Yeah, definitely.

- Friend?

- No, no, just a business associate.

So what brings you to Detroit?

- Oh... one of those boring medical conferences.

- Oh.

- What about you, Jean? Why are you in Detroit?

- Uh, I'm, uh...

looking into buying some property in the area.

[ Knocking on door ]

- "No credit history on record and no accounts opened

"for Dr. Samuel Brooks since May 1999."

- It was great seeing you again, Chris.

- Oh... I've missed you, Jean!

Listen, have lunch with me!

Now that we've reconnected, I'd like to see you again!

- Uh, how about we make it tomorrow?

- 1:00 in the lobby.

- Sounds great.

- Good.

- OK! See you tomorrow.

- All right.

♪ ♪

-Whoo!

[ Cell phone ringing ]

- Excuse me.

Eddie!

- Oscar. You at Blues Connection?

- And it's your round!

- Listen, listen. You got a minute?

- Hell, I got all night. Shoot!

- Look. This woman's husband, Sam Brooks?

It's like he disappeared into thin air after 1999.

- Yeah, so?

- So? No credit history, no driver's license!

Not even a library card.

- Well, he must have wanted it that way!

- Yeah, but why?

- There is no why sometimes, Eddie.

People, they just do crazy things!

- No, I don't buy it.

This guy has everything, and he fakes his own death!

-Whoo!

- So what are you saying?

- I'm saying, maybe he had some help!

Remember how you always say, follow the money?

- I never thought you were actually listening to me!

I'm flattered!

- Well, listen to this.

This Charlotte Porter.

She lives in a $3 1/2 million home up in the Detroit hills.

- Well... that explains it, my friend.

The good doctor's moving on up.

- No, no, no.

- Eddie. How many times have I told you?

Money changes people!

- No, this guy didn't change. He did a total about-face!

- You keep digging, eventually you'll provoke someone,

and things'll start to happen, all right?

- All right, thanks.

- All right, Eddie.

[ Sighing ]

[ Knocking on door ]

- Oh, hey. What's up?

- I've been reading Sam's diary. I wanted to show you something.

- Yeah, come in!

- I've read through it a bunch of times,

I've just never put it together until tonight.

Sam made a number of trips from Chicago to Detroit

in the last 2 months before he disappeared.

Each time he came back to Chicago,

he met with someone named Castor.

But if you look here, the day before he went missing,

even though he made the trip to Detroit,

it's the first time Castor isn't mentioned.

I don't know what it means,

but maybe it's important?

- Does the name Castor ring a bell?

- No.

- Can I keep this overnight?

- Yeah, sure.

OK.

I'll, uh, see you in the morning?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Good night.

- Good night.

[ Sighing ]

So like you said,

the name Castor keeps showing up

in your husband's diary.

You think it could be one of his patients?

- I don't know.

- What happens to patients when a doctor dies?

- The State Medical Association decides.

They assign the patients to different physicians.

Actually, I know Chris Schwartzman got a few.

He and Sam had the same specialty.

- What was that?

- Oncology.

Sam specialized in leukemia cases,

mainly paediatric.

[ Sighing ]

- I don't know.

There's a missing link. Some sort of connection.

- You know, you're very intuitive.

Why were you fired off the police force?

- The higher-ups didn't like my style.

I was a little too out of the box.

- Ah. Too much of a maverick?

- I guess, something like that, yeah.

[ Chuckling ]

Look, I'm gonna fly back to Chicago this morning.

I should be back tonight.

So just... do me a favour, and stay close to the hotel.

- OK!

- You know, in fact, just...

Stay in the hotel, all right?

- You're treating me like I'm some kind of prisoner.

- No, I'm treating you like you're a valued client.

- Hmm!

[ Dialling ]

- Directory assistance. For what city?

- Detroit, Michigan.

- For what name?

- Could I have a listing for Denise Brooks?

- Do you have an address?

- Uh... no, I'm sorry, I don't have an address.

- I'm sorry, I have no listing for that name.

- Uh... would you be able to go back as far as 1999?

- No, I'm sorry, ma'am, our records don't go back that far.

- No. All right. Thank you.

- Yes, sir. We handle

the referrals of deceased physicians.

May I have the name of the doctor, please?

- Yes. It's Dr. Samuel Brooks. He passed away April 1999.

- It would look like Dr. Brooks' patients

were referred to several doctors.

Is there a particular patient you're interested in?

- Yes, Castor? I don't have a first initial.

- I have a Ricky Castor.

His file was referred to... Dr. C. Schwartzman.

East 31st Street, Chicago.

- Thank you very much.

- Happy to be of help.

- All right.

- All right, let's try phone listings for 1999.

Denise Brooks, 44 Mill Street.

[ Sighing ]

- Hi.

- Hello.

- Uh, is Dr. Schwartzman in?

- No, sir. I'm afraid he's out of town.

Did you have an appointment?

- No, I didn't, but it's quite urgent I see him.

Is there anybody else I can see?

- Is it a medical matter?

- This is a doctor's office, isn't it?

[ Both chuckling ]

- Could I have your name, please?

- It's, uh, Smith. Alvin Smith.

- I'll check. Can you wait a minute?

- Yeah. I can wait!

- Can you wait a minute?

- Sure.

- This can't be right.

Are you sure this is 44 Mill Street?

- This is definitely 44.

- I'm gonna make a quick call.

Hi, yes. I was calling about your listing at 44 Mill Street?

- Yes, I'm the agent. May I help you?

- Yeah. Do you know what happened to the house?

- May I ask why you're inquiring?

- I might be interested in making an offer.

Was the house torn down?

- Uh, no. I believe there was a fire.

- A fire?

Do you know when that was?

- I'm not really sure.

- OK, I'll call back if I'm interested.

- Certainly, call anytime.

- Thank you.

- Kama Sutra Club.

- Hey, is there an Emilio Castor there?

- We don't give out that kind of information over the phone.

- It's important!

- We don't give that information over the phone!

- Could you just--

[ Dial tone ]

♪ House music

- Hi, honey. What can I get you?

- Uh... an espresso.

- Does this look like a coffee shop?

- OK, I'll take a scotch then, please.

- All right.

- Keep the change.

Hey! - Mm-hmm?

- Is there a guy named Emilio Castor who works here?

- Yeah, he's the day janitor.

- Is he here now?

- Why do you wanna see him?

- Personal business.

- You his loan shark?

- No. No, actually, I owe him money.

- I'll see if he's busy.

- Thank you.

[ Whispering ]

No. No thank you.

- He's coming.

- Thanks.

- You owe me money?

- Is there anywhere we can go talk?

It's important.

- Guess I take my break now.

So, what are you, a cop?

- No. No, sir, I'm not.

I'm with the State Medical Association.

- You got papers?

- Yeah.

Only this kind.

- I got a couple questions to ask

about your son, if that's OK.

- He's gone. My boy's gone.

- What do you mean?

He passed away?

- I didn't have the money to continue his treatment.

[ Sighing ]

- Do you remember what doctors you took him to?

Was one of them Dr. Samuel Brooks?

- Yeah, but he disappeared!

He was a good doctor. He looked after my boy.

- Who paid for the treatment? Was it Dr. Brooks?

- And when he... when he went away,

Dr. Schwartzman wouldn't do any treatment

without money. Big money.

Which I didn't have.

Know how that makes me feel?

I don't need your charity.

I wanna show you something.

That's my Ricky.

- I'm-- I'm truly very sorry, Mr. Castor.

[ Sighing ]

Thank you.

[ Sighing ]

- Sorry, excuse me. Chris! I'm so sorry I'm late.

- I was starting to think you forgot about our lunch!

- Of course not. Just wait a few more minutes.

I wanna freshen up a bit.

- Of course! - Be right back!

[ Elevator bell rings ]

- [Scoffing]: Long lunch!

- You're early for last call!

- Could I get one more, please?

- So you being back here in Chicago

must mean that this great mystery's been solved.

- Yeah, I wish it was.

It's just getting more complicated.

- How so?

- Ever see one of those puzzles with the dots?

You look at the picture one way, and you see one thing,

look at the same picture another way,

and it looks completely different?

- Yup. Just about every morning.

- [Chuckling]: Yeah.

Look, I got a question for you.

When you found Brooks down by the water,

you did consider that he might not have died naturally.

- Oh, of course!

But there was no evidence to suggest a homicide,

so we ruled it natural causes.

You know, people die of heart attacks every day.

- Yeah. A guy doesn't talk, or communicate with his wife,

for 5 years, then one day shows up,

drives down to the waterfront, and has a heart attack.

I don't buy it.

- Come on. Listen to me.

You know how this works. You've been there!

You can't spend a week on a dead-end case!

- There's something about this.

Just doesn't sit well with me.

So he was perfectly healthy,

other than his heart, when you found him?

[ Sighing ]

- He had a nosebleed.

- And I suppose there was no blood test.

- Nope! I didn't see a need!

- That's great, Oscar.

I get fired off the force

for bending some stupid-ass off-duty rule,

and you won't lift a finger to investigate?

- There was nothing to investigate!

And don't use that tone with me!

[ Sighing ]

Listen to me, Eddie.

That guy didn't die because someone punched him in the nose.

- The rental car.

Where'd it come from?

- I'll get the records to you.

- All right. Do me a favour, OK?

If there's still blood in the car, have it tested.

- All right.

- All right.

Thanks for the beer.

- Put it on his tab.

- So, you can see why I'm having trouble letting go.

- I can't believe what you just told me!

- Sam disappears from my life for 5 years,

and then he shows up dead.

[ Sighing ]

[ Sighing ]

- So you're not here to buy real estate, are you?

- No.

- Looking for answers.

OK.

What have you found?

- Well, apparently Sam remarried

to a woman named Charlotte Porter.

They lived up in the hills

in this huge house.

I can't imagine Sam living like that.

- People do change.

- You know Sam never cared about material things.

He hated anything ostentatious.

Chris, you knew Sam.

Do you believe that he would have left me for another woman?

- If you talk to a few of my psychiatrist friends,

they'll tell you we all lead

different lives at different times.

Sometimes at the same time.

- Well, I guess I'm just one of those simple people.

[ Sighing ]

Did you ever meet his sister Denise?

- Wait. No!

I never knew he had one!

- Yeah, he, uh... always sent her a birthday card.

I've tried finding her house here in Detroit,

but there was a fire a number of years ago.

I can't find out what happened to her.

- OK. Why do you think that matters?

- Uh, if I could find her, maybe she could help?

- Wait.

I really wish I could help you more, Jean.

But I think...

You may be making things worse.

I mean, you can't deny the reality here!

Sam had another life!

I guess.

[ Sighing ]

Ah, we should get going. Come on.

[ Sighing ]

- Hey, you're back!

- Hey!

How's everything?

- Feel like I'm on an emotional roller-coaster.

How was Chicago?

- It's too early to tell.

Can I... can I talk to you for a second?

- Yeah!

[ Sighing ]

- All right. I gotta ask you something.

- OK.

- I want you to go back

to the day before your husband went missing.

What was his mood like?

- Um...

It seemed fine.

He said he was gonna have a busy day.

He'd be home late.

- Was he upset about anything?

- No. Actually, he was more quiet than usual that day.

- And when he returned?

- He was just tired. Uh...

He had a couple drinks before going to bed,

which was unusual for him.

There was something that night. Um...

He got out of bed. I had heard loud voices,

but I couldn't make out what they were saying.

- Did you recognize who it was?

- No.

By the time I got out of bed, he was coming back.

He said one of the neighbours was complaining

that he had blocked their car in the driveway.

- And you believed him?

- Yeah, we had difficult neighbours.

- OK, now the next day.

The day he disappeared.

- It was a Wednesday. His day off.

How's your crossword puzzle?

- It's all right.

- You all right?

- Sure. Yeah, I'm fine.

- You seem kind of distant.

- I'm as good as gold.

[ Chuckling ]

- So, you're going down to the boat today?

- Yeah.

- Want me to come?

I can cancel lunch with Mom.

- No, that's OK. There are...

...a few things I need to do on the boat

before the season opens.

[ Chuckling ]

- What is it, Sam?

- Nothing.

I love you very much.

[Echoing]: Very much.

- I love you too.

It was like he knew he was never gonna see me again.

It was the last time he held me.

They found our boat out on the lake.

Sam was missing.

[ Sighing ]

- You know, Jean...

I don't think your husband died of a heart attack.

I think someone may have killed him.

- Who?

I... the Sam I knew

was very well-liked, very well-respected.

He was on the verge of a new cancer treatment therapy.

- How new?

- Cutting-edge.

It was a drug protocol never used in the US before.

- Well...

That might have been a great reason

someone wanted to kill your husband!

- People have killed for a lot less.

Yup! Just got it.

Thank you so much, Paul. I owe you one.

All right. Take care.

- Who is he, exactly?

- He's an ex- colleague of mine.

He's a journalist here in Detroit now.

Here it is.

Hmm.

- Denise died in the fire.

- Explains why we can't find her.

[ Typing ]

- May of 1999.

I'm sorry.

[ Clearing throat ]

- That was just one month after Sam died.

- What a coincidence.

- Yeah.

So...

Where do we go from here?

[ Breathing heavily ]

Maybe you should go back to your room now.

- Do you want me to leave?

- No.

- Come back to bed!

[ Chuckling ]

- No, I'm starving. I wanna go down for breakfast.

- Hey!

You're still here?

- Chris!

- So, uh... how's everything going, Jean?

- Oh, it's fine.

- Good. I'm glad!

- I thought your conference was over yesterday!

- Just some... some last-minute details.

Listen, if you're both free for dinner tonight,

would you be my guests?

- I'm sorry, we've got another engagement.

Thanks anyway, Doc.

- Sure. No problem.

OK, I'll see you later!

- OK.

You really shouldn't be so hard on him.

- No. Was I?

- He's a good doctor,

and he's always been a very good friend!

- Well, I don't like your friend.

- You jealous?

- Have I reason to be?

- No, of course not. It was a long time ago!

- You've known him for a while, huh?

- Yeah, he introduced Sam and I at a party.

- Well, he's got slightly different priorities than Sam.

- Meaning?

[ Sighing ]

- I found out in Chicago

that Ricky Castor was one of Sam's patients.

He had a rare form of leukemia called ALL.

It's terminal.

- Sam tried so hard to help kids.

- He did more than try. He was paying

for Ricky's expensive drug treatment

out of his own pocket!

When Sam went missing,

the boy was referred to your friend.

He wasn't as generous.

The father couldn't afford the drugs, and the boy died.

He was 10.

That's interesting.

Charlotte Porter's house is owned by BFA Medical Supplies,

but it's headquartered in the Cayman Islands.

- The corporate veil.

When they wanna disguise who owns the company.

- You mean she's hiding something.

- I still don't understand Sam's involvement in all of this.

So what does that leave us?

- An address.

And here it is.

The local office in Detroit.

Let's go around back.

So it's on the second floor.

[ Sighing ]

- Here it is.

[ Knocking ]

[ Grunting ]

- There we go!

Yeah, it's OK.

- Syringes, gauze...

It's all medical supplies.

- Yeah.

I'm gonna take a look in the back.

- OK.

- It's all from Mexico!

- Doesn't seem to be any paperwork.

[ Beeping ]

Eddie?

- Dammit! Let's go, Jean!

- What's wrong?

- There's a camera there.

Let's go, come on!

You OK?

[ Sighing ]

- Look, Eddie.

There's liquid inside these bubbles.

- We're gonna get this tested.

[ Dialling ]

-Eddie!

- Oscar! Yeah, hey, it's Eddie.

Look, I need you to do me a favour, all right?

I need you to find me a lab here in Detroit ASAP.

-Right.

- Call me when you find it?

- Yes. - OK.

- I came to Detroit

to find out the truth behind Sam's choices,

but clearly, we're involved in something illegal.

What are we getting into?

- We're close to the truth, Jean.

[ Sighing ]

- I don't know if I wanna know the truth.

- Hold on.

Just keep it, OK? Hold on!

- Eddie, I'm pulling the plug.

Sam's dead, there's nothing I can do about it.

I just wanna go back to Chicago.

- Please, wait. Look, just give me a few hours.

Let me go to the lab, and we'll...

we'll talk when I get back.

Call me if you need to, all right?

[ Sighing ]

Jean, look at me.

Everything is gonna be just fine, OK?

Trust me.

I'm sticking with you till this is over.

- OK.

- OK.

OK.

[ Sighing ]

- Mrs. Brooks?

- Yeah?

- This fax came in marked "urgent,"

for either you or Mr. Fate.

- Thank you.

"Subject's coronary arrest

"brought on by extremely high levels of drug Arzac,

"an ephedrine derivative for treatment of leukemia."

[ Scoffing ]

- Where in the world did you find this?

- What is it?

[ Phone ringing ]

- Hello?

-Jean, first and final warning.

Leave Detroit now, or you will both get hurt.

- Who is this?

[ Dial tone ]

[ Dialling ]

[ Phone ringing ]

- Hello?

- Eddie, come back to the hotel.

- Jean, you OK? What's wrong?

- Please come. I'm scared.

I got a threatening phone call.

- Stay in your room. I'll be right there!

[ Knocking on door ]

Jean, it's Eddie! Open up!

What happened?

- I got a call. - What'd they say?

- They were very clear.

They said to get out of Detroit or else.

Look, we got the fax from Ortuso.

Sam died of an overdose.

He was injected with a drug called Arzac.

- Arzac? Is that what you said?

- Yeah, it's right there on the blood test.

- The liquid in the bubbles we found was Arzac.

The woman at the lab said

it's extremely rare and illegal here in the States.

- They killed him.

- You know, I think it's time

I pay Charlotte Porter another visit.

- No. We have to go to the police.

- We will, but we need more proof first.

- Then I'm coming with you.

- OK.

All right.

Jean, wait!

You stay in the car.

- No, I'm coming with you!

- It's safer. - Then you stay!

- All right.

[ Sighing ]

[Whispering]: There's someone there!

I told you I don't like that guy.

Wait. Jean! Jean, wait!

[ Siren ringing ]

Come on!

- Weren't you supposed to keep an eye on her at the hotel?

- I did. I told her to forget about Sam

and go back to Chicago.

- Then why are they sneaking around the property?

- Guess I wasn't persuasive enough.

Anyway...

This puts an end to it all.

[ Sighing ]

- Hold on, hold on.

- Don't move!

- [Eddie]: Stay back, Jean!

Who are you?

What do you want?

Unh!

[ Grunting ]

- Well, well.

Seems our hero is coming to!

- Jean.

Where's Jean?

- Don't worry about our merry widow.

We've got business to discuss.

- What do you want?

How come I'm not already in a body bag?

- I wanna be sure I'm not trading one problem for another.

I'm a businessman, Mr. Fate.

- I thought you were a doctor.

Oh! Ahh!

- You really don't know when to shut up, do you?

[ Gasping ]

And that big mouth of yours

is exactly what I'm concerned about.

You see, I don't wanna get rid of you,

and have your buddy Ortuso breathing down my neck tomorrow.

How much does he know?

- You're gonna kill me anyway.

- Maybe so!

But our good friend Mrs. Brooks

is currently getting better acquainted with Charlotte.

See?

All I have to do is press this little button here,

and Jean will experience the wonders of Arzac.

[ Grunting ]

- You're bluffing!

Unh!

Ahh!

[ Groaning ]

- Maybe.

But do you wanna take that risk?

The choice is yours!

See, if you cooperate,

we'll only need one body bag.

If you don't...

we're gonna need two.

- I'M GONNA KILL YOU!

COME HERE!

[ Grunting ]

Ahh!

Unh!

Unh! Oh!

Unh!

Ow...

- Oh!

- Don't move!

Unh!

- I think we can come to an understanding here, Mr. Fate.

- You disgust me.

How can you cash in on other people's misery?

How do you sleep at night?

- When patients dying of cancer

are willing to pay the high price for a drug

that I know can save their lives,

why should I give up the opportunity for a profit?

- Because it's illegal.

- Illegal?

So you mean to tell me that in your work,

you never bend the rules a little for the greater good?

- I've never killed anyone for money!

- We didn't kill Sam for money!

We didn't have a choice.

He wouldn't keep to his part of the deal.

- Deal?

What-- what deal?

- If he didn't come on board,

Jean would meet with an unfortunate accident!

- What? So you traded Jean's life

for Sam's co-operation?

How did you drag him into this?

- Well, he was the one that discovered the drug.

In a research lab in Mexico.

He was the only one that could bring it into the country.

Now Charlotte...

Charlotte saw the opportunity immediately.

She didn't need to wait 7 years for FDA approval.

It was her idea, really.

We needed him.

- Why did you kill him?

- Ah-ah-ah!

Part of the deal

was that he was to forget about his life in Chicago.

Permanently.

We set up the boating accident.

Everything worked beautifully... for a while.

But that fool... he couldn't forget about her.

- Jean.

- He knew what would happen

if he went back.

- But he couldn't live without her.

- So he didn't get to live at all.

We couldn't take the chance they'd go to the police!

If he'd been able to forget about Jean...

He'd still be alive today.

- Where is she?

Where is she? You tell me where she is!

Where is she?

[ Grunting ]

- Save your energy.

- HELP!

HELP!

- Shh. Save your breath.

There's no one around here who can hear you.

- What did you do to Eddie?

- Oh...

Don't worry about Eddie.

I'm sure he and Chris

are coming to some kind of understanding.

- What are you talking about? What understanding?

- I'm talking--

[ Pager beeping ]

Excuse me.

[ Jean struggling ]

Hmm.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Brooks.

It looks like the negotiations fell through.

Well, I know you've always been keen

on wondering what happened to dear Sam.

Well...

I'm gonna satisfy your curiosity.

Arzac. Does wonders on cancerous cells.

And on the right dosage,

it does wonders on uncooperative elements.

- So you killed Sam just because

he wouldn't go through with your little business venture?

- No, it's... not so little, actually.

I'm talking about millions and millions of dollars here.

[Laughing]: What an idiot!

He knew the risks.

And he still couldn't live

without his precious little wife.

My little brother

always loved you too much.

- Denise?

[ Chuckling ]

NO!

[Screaming]: NO!

NO!

- Drop it. DROP IT!

Don't move!

I SAID, DON'T MOVE!

- AAHH!

- Are you OK?

- You all right?

[ Groaning ]

- The cops are on their way.

- Are you OK?

- I'm all right. You OK?

- Yeah.

[ Groaning ]

[ Sobbing ]

- It's all right. It's OK.

It's OK.

- Do you remember me?

- Yes. You left before I finished!

[ Chuckling ]

- Could you do a reading now?

- Please, have a seat.

The last judgement.

There is a change in your world.

A renewal of good.

Ah!

Lovers.

There's a new love in your life, and with it

comes the choice to accept it, or not.

The chariot.

It refers to travel.

Hmm. A long trip.

[Chuckling ]

This is all very good.

This is a very wonderful card.

The magician. It refers to your capacity to love.

It's good that you came back.

[ Sighing ]

- Thank you.

- So how did it go?

- Well, she said we're gonna have a lot of kids.

[Laughing]: Just kidding.

- Let's start with Milan first.

- OK.

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