All language subtitles for Ties.that.bind.(2010).eng

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** You are crazy

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* Living on your own

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* You are crazy

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* Being all alone

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* Na na na na ah

* Na na na ah...

- Hi, you've reached Rachel.
Please leave me a message.

- Hey, you.

How am I supposed
to give you a hard time

about being
a year older

if you don't
return my calls?

: * You're as
cold as stone... *

- You'd better be on
an insanely hot date

where there's
no cell coverage.

Call me.

: * You're as
cold as stone *

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* Na na na na ah

* Na na na ah

* Na na na na ah...

- Thanks you so much
for everything.

I'll see
you tomorrow.

- See you
tomorrow. Bye.

- Get some sleep.

- You too.

- OK, bye.

- * Na na na na ah

* Na na na ah

* Na na na na ah

* Na na na ah

* Na na na na ah

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You want money, don't you?

- * Na na na ah

- You want money.

- * Na na na na ah *

- It's about time you called.

I was beginning to wonder
if someone had kidnapped you

and was holding you
incommunicado.

- Hmm! I wish.

No, I forget
to charge my phone.

I missed all my calls today.

In an airplane hangar?

I'm at work.
Photocopying.

On your birthday night?

Well, some of the girls already
took me out for a drink, so--

:
Or "throo or tee".

- So I had to come back
and finish up some work.

Just papers for
court tomorrow.

- Yeah, I did.

It's gorgeous, H.

I've been selling
a lot of those.

I think I might have found
my signature line.

- Ooh! An artist
and a hottie.

:
What a lethal combination.

You sound stressed.

- Yeah, of course I'm stressed.

I'm a legal assistant
in New York.

- So when are you
coming home for a visit?

R?

- Sorry. I--I just heard
something out in the hall.

Hold on a second, OK?

Hello?

Is anybody there?

- Rachel!

Rachel!

Rachel,
pick up the phone!

Rachel, answer me!

Pick up the phone!

This is Hope Webster.

I'm calling from
Old Greenwich, Connecticut.

Yes, I have to report
an assault

in New York city.

No, no, no.
I'm not being assaulted,

Uh, my friend, I think.

And she works at this law office
in downtown Manhattan.

Coleman and associates
or Cameron.

I--I--I can't remember.

No, I don't know
the name and the address.

If I did, I--
You've gotta help me.

:
OK, come on.

I need something
more specific.

Um, OK, OK.

Uh, Cameron.
No, no. No.

K.

K.

Kanterwitz!

Yes, hi.
My name is Hope Webster.

I'm calling from Old Greenwich,
Connecticut.

I need to report an assault.

Downtown Manhattan at
Kanterwitz, Belander & Cole.

360 15th Avenue.

- Detective Gates.
I'm Meredith Cole.

- Sorry to call you out
this time of night.

- On the phone, you said that
there'd been an incident.

What happened?

- Well, that's what we're
trying to figure out.

A woman in Old Greenwich was on
the phone with a Rachel Thomas.

- Uh, yeah, Rachel works here.
She's my assistant.

- Right.
- I don't understand.

Did something
happened to Rachel?

- Again, we're
trying to find out.

But whatever happened to
Ms. Thomas, she's not here.

When did you
last see Ms. Thomas?

Um, uh... Sorry.

This afternoon.
around 5:00,

when I left
to go home.

- OK. All right, well, we
haven't found any evidence yet

that anything in
the office is missing

or has been taken
or tampered with.

Could you have
a look around for us?

- Oh, of course.

Yes, um, I'm just gonna
hang up my coat.

- Sure, take your time.

- Yeah.

- How are you
doing today?

- I'm good.

- Detective Gates.

Nice day for a run, huh?

- I've gotta to run.

I've gotta do something.

Did you find her?
Is she OK?

- No, not yet.

You mind if
we take a walk?

I just need to ask you a few
questions about last night.

- Sure.

- Please.

So, the several-minute
delay in calling 911,

that was because you couldn't
remember the name of the firm?

- Right. Uh, Rachel
told it to me

when she started working
there about a year ago.

But you know,
in one ear, out the other.

If I had remembered, you would
have gotten there sooner, right?

- Oh, it probably wouldn't
have made any difference.

It wasn't the first
break-in of that nature.

There've been several
in the last few months.

What did they take?

- Well, the team
that does it,

they steal a lot of
high-end office equipment.

I mean, these guys are pros.
They know what they're doing.

Except this time,
they didn't take anything

as far as we can tell.

- She probably
surprised them

before they could
finish the job.

Looks like she was in the
wrong place at the wrong time.

- But we can hope.

- There's always hope.

- That's what Rachel always
said when she's up against it.

- Hmm.

- "There's always Hope."

- We've been best friends
our whole lives.

- Here we go.

Come on, this isn't
like you, Maradona!

Come on!

Yeah, yeah!

Come on, you're against
Diego Maradona here.

Oh, hold it.

Hello?

John Haggard.

- Very well, thank you.

I'm sorry to trouble you,

but a situation
has arisen

and I need some
clarification.

- Normally, I would
call your father,

but under
the circumstances...

- I--I understand.
How can I be of help?

- Well, a business opportunity
presented itself this morning.

A most surprising one.

- Ms. Webster.
Detective Gates.

I just spoke to Rachel's mother
and I wanted to call you, too,

before we go public.

The DNA results are back

on blood on the red ribbon
we found at the crime scene.

It's a match
for Ms. Thomas.

And early this morning,

the dress Ms. Thomas was wearing
the night she disappeared

was fished out
of the Hudson.

There was a bracelet
in the pocket

with an inscription.

It says hap--

- I--I--I know
what it says.

It--it says;
"Happy--

"Happy Birthday, R.
Love, H."

- I'm sorry, Ms. Webster.
I truly am.

When we were kids, this was
Rachel's favourite place.

We'd come here
and feed the ducks.

She loved the ducks.

We'd run up on the bridge
and toss bread crumbs to them.

Sometimes she'd reach
over too far

or try to climb up
on the railing

and I'd have to grab her
and pull her back.

She was impossible.

I was always getting her
out of one jam or another,

but I never minded.

I just thought it was
part of my job description:

"Cover Rachel's butt.
There's always Hope."

It was nothing for her
to move in to New York

and find a job
and get an apartment.

I could never do that.

I'm hard-wired
to stay near home.

I just wish I could have
been there for her.

I wish I could have been
there for her that night.

Thanks.

Mom.

- Oh, baby!

Oh!

That was a lovely thing
you did for your friend.

- Dad...

- So proud
of you, kiddo.

If you need anything,

you know you always count
on us to be there, right?

- Yeah, thanks.

- That was really moving.

I'm Peter Wilson.
I worked with Rachel.

I'm an attorney at
Kanterwitz, Belander & Cole.

- How nice of
you to come.

- I liked Rachel.

A lot.

We actually went
out a few times.

- I'm sorry.

I don't remember
her mentioning you.

- Oh, she went out
with a lot of guys.

And I don't think she liked me
quite as much as I liked her.

- She was pretty picky.

Oh! I'm sorry.
I didn't--

- No, no! It's OK.
She was picky.

Knew exactly
what she wanted.

It was one of the
things I liked about her.

- Yeah.

- Um, look,
if you need anything,

I don't know what,

um, just let
me know, OK?

- Sure. Thanks.

- Well, I'm sorry
for the reason,

but it was really nice
meeting you, Hope.

- Yeah, you too.

- OK.

- Harmony.

- I tried to come.
I was all ready to and...

I just couldn't.

- Come in.

Come on in.

- I know I wasn't
much of a mother.

I was a freakin'
awful mother.

Caught up in
my own problems.

But I loved that girl.

I really did.
So much.

I...

I should have
told her that more.

- She knew how
much you loved her.

I know she did.

- What am I
gonna do, Hope?

How am I gonna
live without her?

- We're all gonna have to
figure that one out, Harmony.

But you have me.

Whenever you need me.

- There is something
you could do for me.

Something major.

- Rachel's apartment.
In the city.

Somebody has to close it up,
deal with all her stuff.

I can't do it, Hope.

I haven't the heart.

- Sure.

- Hey, you made it.

- Yeah.

- I'd be glad you did.

Parking in the city
can be a real bitch.

Come on, let's
find you a spot.

- This is it.

I remember the day
I helped Rachel move in here.

She was so excited.

She'd finally
made it to New York.

Her life was starting.

- Come on.
I'll lead the charge.

Wow!
Hell of a space.

- Yeah, it didn't look
like this before.

All this stuff is new.

Guess I won't be needing
these while I'm here.

- Well, I'm not sure
what your plan is,

but I think
inventory's job one.

I thought you could do
all the personal stuff,

clothes and things,
and I'll just--

- Peter, I really
appreciate you meeting me

and getting the
parking sorted out,

but I can do this.

- No way.

I took the
entire day off.

If I leave here,
I go back to work.

Please, don't make
me do that.

- Yeah, come on.

It'll go quicker
with the two of us.

- OK.

- Yeah. There should be
some in there.

- All right.

Ah! What kind
do you like?

- Anything.
I'm not picky.

- That's why you guys make such
a good team, huh? Yin and Yang.

- You got it.

- Darjeeling
sounds perfect.

- Great.

- Meredith.

What a nice surprise.

- Bobby.

- Please, sit.

So, to what do
I owe the honour?

- Something's come up.

Has there been
a postponement?

No, but we're trying
to get one.

- Oh.

Why?

- Like I said,
something's come up.

- I know something's
come up.

I've been waiting
to hear it from you.

- I've been trying to straighten
things out. Trust me.

There's no need to worry.

We've never had you out to
Southampton, have we, Meredith?

- No.

It's beautiful, beautiful there
this time of year.

My father
dreams about it.

He dreams about it
all the time.

- Hey, take a look at this.

- And you're
showing me this why?

- This is pure silk.

Rachel has 3 drawers
of stuff like this.

- Well, I wouldn't know.

I mean, we dated,

but I never made it past
the proverbial first base.

- This is some of the most
expensive lingerie in the world.

- I'm sure she had
lots of boyfriends

who liked to buy
her stuff like that.

Isn't that what
Valentine's Day is for?

- But it isn't just
the lingerie.

Her clothes, her shoes,

they're all high end,
designer label.

And--

- Rachel had her faults,
plenty of them.

But she was
a neat freak.

Her room, it just
doesn't seem right.

Clothes just
shoved into drawers,

shoes piled up
in her closet.

I mean, her shoes were
always lined up in pairs.

It was almost
a fetish with her.

- Well, she wasn't just
spending money on clothes.

I mean, all this stuff,
top of the line.

- I don't get it.

She couldn't have been
making much at her job.

- No, our assistant's salaries
are embarrassing.

- So where'd she get the money
to buy all this things?

- I don't know.

Be interesting
to see her bank account.

- OK. This is creepy.

- Well, she didn't have
much in her account.

Not last month anyway.

- Her bills must have
been paperless.

There aren't
any in here.

- Hmm, yeah.

She's got a lot of
on-line payments here.

She carried a
lot of plastic.

Credit cards.

That's how you
buy expensive stuff

when you don't
have any money.

- If she was carrying
a lot of credit card debt,

those accounts have
to be dealt with.

- Yeah, and if
she's paperless,

you're gonna have to find
a way to log onto her computer.

- That shouldn't be hard.

I bet her passwords haven't
changed since high school.

This just
gets creepier.

- No.

- Well, these are all
the boxes I could track down.

Hopefully they're enough.

So what did you find out?

- A quarter of
a million dollars.

That's how
in debt she was.

- Ouch.

- And that's not all.

I know how she was
paying down that debt.

I found several links in her
email box to this website

with her profile on it.

- Fantasy Dates.

- It's an escort service.

- Yeah, I know.

They run ads
in the local papers,

take a lot of
flack for it.

- She was working
as a call girl.

- Evelyn.

- Are you out
of your mind?

What if somebody
sees us?

- You have to talk to me.

We need to make
new arrangements.

- I told you no.

- Fine, what's it
gonna take?

- Don't do this again.

- Oh my god!
That was incredible!

- Yes, the hot dog is the
ultimate chaser, in my opinion,

to a good glass of pinot.

So how it is that your best
friend moved to Manhattan

and you don't
come with her?

- Rachel and I used to come here
when we were in high school.

And even then
it was pretty obvious

that she was
in love with this city

and the idea of
becoming a part of it.

- Where Rachel saw
excitement and adventure,

I just saw a
noisy, crowded city.

Rachel and I, we use
to be so connected.

And now it's like I didn't
even know her at all.

There were all this things
happening in her life,

and I didn't
have a clue.

I mean, there were files on
her desktop about Da Vinci.

Rachel took an art
history class in college

and hated every
minute of it.

- Well, I mean,
people change.

- Yeah, they sure do.

Oh, um, I need to go into
the law firm tomorrow

and pick up Rachel's
personal effects.

- I work tomorrow.
I could collect them.

- No, I'll do it.

I wanna see where
Rachel worked and...

where she, um...

- So I'll see you
tomorrow then.

- Thank you for today.

You were an
amazing help.

- It's my pleasure.

- Well, goodbye.

- Bye.

- Yes, I want to
report a robbery.

- Let's go! Move!

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Freeze! Hands in the air!

- Wendy Kennedy, reporting live
from Foley Square,

where Santos Calderon, who was
convicted 3 months ago for

among other things as
racketeering, money laundering,

and felony obstruction
of justice,

has just been sentenced.

Although the self-styled
"businessman"

has the best attorney money
can buy in Meredith Cole,

who argued that her client
has long been active

in philanthropic causes,

the court denied
Mr. Calderon probation

and instead issued
the maximum sentence allowable

on each count,

which means Calderon will spend
the rest of his life in jail.

The sentence was handed down by
US District Judge Evelyn Rowe.

:
Ms. Rowe! Ms. Rowe!

Ms. Cole is leaving
the courthouse now.

With her is Roberto Calderon,
Santos's son.

Ms. Cole, are you
surprised at the sentence?

Will you appeal?

Mr. Calderon!
Would you care to comment?

Mr. Calderon!

- Bethany, this is Hope.
A friend of Rachel Thomas.

- Oh.

: Hi.

- I gotta fly.
I'm with a client.

But Bethany will
get you squared away.

- OK, thanks.

- I'll call you later.
Dinner tonight?

- Uh, sure.

I'm, um, I'm sorry
for the bother.

I'm taking care of
things for Rachel's mom,

so I'm here to collect
whatever she left in her desk.

- Oh, of course.

When I switched desks,
I put all her stuff in a box.

It's in the copy room.

I didn't know
what else to do with it.

- You recognize
this woman?

- No.

- Take a closer look.

:
OK, yes.

This is the woman
who was murdered.

I saw it on the TV.

- Very good.

So tell me who was the last
person she saw before she died?

You or your buddy?

- No! No way!
Not me or my buddy.

We don't do that!

Come on Vick, we know
you were there that night.

No! I was in Philadelphia,
that's where I saw it on the TV.

I was visiting my sister
and my niece.

I don't hurt women.
Never.

Except for
Rachel Thomas, huh?

- I don't hurt women!

- You did so!

- No, never!

- Any man who says I do,
is liar.

- I put it right...

Where is it?

- Oh, there it is.

That's Rachel's mother.

- Somebody moved it.

This isn't how
I packed it!

Somebody's been
through this.

Probably the
cleaning staff.

Unbelievable!

- Is--

Is this where
it happened?

- Yeah.

That's where they
found the ribbon.

- The machine was
so loud that night...

she had to shout over it.

- Oh no,
there's my boss.

She's had a really
rough morning.

I gotta go.
Um, you take care.

- You, too.

- I've left several messages.

We have to talk, Bobby.

We have options here.

We've already
drafted an appeal.

We have to work
together on this.

Please, as soon as
you get this, call me.

: God!

- You better hope your
partner's story matches

with what you just said.

- No.

These are our B & E guys,
no question about it.

Same M.O.

The tread we lifted
on that job back in October,

it's a match.

But Rachel Thomas?
I'm not so sure.

My gut tells me
it wasn't them.

They were faced with a similar
situation last night.

they ran.

- So...

What

- Maybe.

Or maybe Rachel Thomas
wasn't in the wrong place

at the wrong time.

Maybe she was right where
somebody wanted her to be.

- Hello.

- Hey, do you like
chicken wings?

- Only if they're red hot.

- Ditto.

- Club Zydeco
on Varick Street.

Meet you there at 8:00.

- See you then.

- Sorry for
the interruption.

I did want to ask you a few
questions, if you don't mind.

- Sure, absolutely.
Fire away.

Just to follow up,

are you certain nothing was
stolen from the office

the night of the murder?

- No, not that
we're aware of.

I'm sorry, Detective.

I thought the theory was

she interrupted
the thieves when she arrived.

- Yeah, that's one
of the theories.

Do you know if
Ms. Thomas had a boyfriend?

- We never discussed
her personal life.

I make it a policy not to
with my staff.

- So she wasn't dating
anyone in the firm?

- Not that I'm aware of.

It happens,
but we frown upon it,

so the people involved
tend to be discreet.

- OK.

- You think someone
who knew Rachel killed her?

- Well, statistically,

most people are murdered
by someone they know.

- I see.

- OK, well...

thanks for your
time, Ms. Cole.

- Meredith, please.

- Meredith.

- Have a good day,
Detective.

- Thank you.

- These are amazing!

- I told you.

- Wow! Hungry!

Do you want
a knife and fork?

You don't eat...
"hot and sassy wings"

with a knife
and fork, Yankie!

- Uh, here.

- Oh.

Thank you.

So, tell me about
Rachel's boss.

I saw her today.
She looks kind of scary.

Oh yeah, she's a bulldog.

But we don't work together.

Our practices are
completely different.

I actually work
in, uh...

real-estate law.

- Meredith does
criminal defence.

Mainly white collar,
deep pocket.

She's a mover and a shaker
and she rarely loses.

- Hmm! Sure.

But she lost today.
A big one.

- Mm-hmm.

A sentence went the wrong way
for one of her clients.

Santos Calderon.
Rachel ever mention him?

- No.

She never talked
about work.

She was always
too busy telling me

how exciting
New York is

and what a good
time she was having.

You having a good
time in New York?

- At the moment,

I am having the
most excellent time,

thank you very much.

- It's not too
crowded for you?

- No.

Although...

last night,
I thought I saw

someone watching me
from across the street.

- It's probably just
my paranoid imagination.

- You know, when I first moved
to New York, I was the same way.

I thought people were
watching me, following me.

I think every newbie
goes through it.

I mean, it's like you said,
there's people everywhere.

Behind you, beside you...

- In front of you.

- Exactly.

- Well, my paranoid imagination
has taken the night off.

- Well, I will drink to that.

- Mr. Calderon is out.

- I have been calling
him all afternoon.

Tell him I stopped by.

Just take me home.

- What time tomorrow,
Ms. Cole?

- Uh, 8:30.

* *

* *

* *

- Thank you.

That was so much fun!

- I thought there was
a Club Zydeco girl

inside you somewhere.

- You thought right.

Come in.

- Yes.

- Thank you.

- Meredith Cole's office.

- This is Lawrence.
Is Ms. Cole there?

- Aren't you supposed
to be driving her in?

- I thought I was.
But she hasn't come down yet.

and she's not
answering her phone.

- I'll grab a spare key
and meet you there.

- OK.

- Huevos rancheros: Only
known cure for a hangover.

Who has a hangover?

Yeah, I have a hangover.

- Yeah.
This'll help.

- Oh! Only a little bit.

Look, about last night--

- That is a terrible way
to start a sentence.

I needed last night.

I needed to feel good

and happy and
connected again.

I had a great time.

Whatever it was
and whatever it is.

- Me, too.

Only known cure.

- Good morning,
your honour.

- How did you
get in here?

I brought scones.

- I'm calling
security.

What do you want?

- That is a terrific
picture of Tessa.

Kerwin.

That's a good school.

Me, I went to Lakeville Prep.

We played lacrosse against
Kerwin, but they always beat us.

- Leave my office now.

- How is she
enjoying Eberhardt?

I hear that's a
great school, too.

And Farris,
that is a fun dorm.

Kids may party there a little
bit more there than they should,

but hey, it's all part of the
college experience, right?

Family...
Family is important.

Well, it's everything.

My father and I, for instance,
we were always close,

but ever since
my mother passed,

well, we're more
like--like brothers.

And I'd do anything
to protect my father,

as you would
for Tessa, I'm sure.

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

- Get out!

Or I'll have you arrested.

- Oh, well, see,

now you are
threatening me.

And that's rude...

and foolish.

Have me arrested?

With everything I could
tell the police about you?

"Yet I shall temper
so justice with mercy,"

Judge Rowe.

Eberhardt offers an outstanding
course on "Paradise Lost."

Tessa would
have enjoyed it.

Oh! And I'd try those scones.

They're outstanding!

Ms. Cole?

- Are you here,
Ms. Cole?

Check the rooms in back.
I'll do the front.

Ms. Cole?

: Oh!

- Yeah.

When?

Yeah, we'll be there.

You're not gonna
believe this.

I need to see you now.

- ...her behaviour was
out of the ordinary?

- Yeah, it was...

...I dropped her
off last night....

- All right, thank you
for your time.

(Woman on CB,
indistinct)

No bath mat,
damp floor.

Simple slip and fall?

- Maybe.

But who uses coasters
in a bathroom

but doesn't put
down a bath mat?

- I might.

- But this woman,
she wouldn't have.

I don't know.

If that glass
started out full,

she was probably
disoriented.

- Well, her driver
did say

that she start drinking
before she even got home.

She'd had a rough day.

- Yeah, when I interviewed her
yesterday, she seemed rattled.

- She got screwed
in court with Santos Calderon.

On the way home,
she asked her driver

to stop by Calderon's
son's place.

He wouldn't see her.

And that apparently
made her day even worse.

- Hope.

- I'll explain everything,
but not here.

He might see us.

- Peter.

- Come on, follow me.

- I thought
you were dead.

Talk to me, Rachel.

What happened?
Spit it out!

- My new look.

- Rachel, what the
hell is going on?

- Money.

- Without money, you're
nothing in this town.

Or anywhere.

When I first started working
at Kanterwitz, the women there,

the lawyers, the secretaries,
even the file clerks,

my god, they all
looked so great!

they wore something
different every single day.

I only had, like, 3 outfits
I could wear in an office.

I wanted to
fit in, so I--

I started buying clothes.

The other women,
they knew where to shop.

You know, Ross,
TJ Maxx, outlet malls.

But not me.
No, no.

I thought if you wanted
name brands,

you had to go
to name stores.

Before the economy went bust,
it was so easy to get credit.

They practically
gave you cards.

And they loved me.

I just paid the minimum
every month.

And before too long, that was--
that was all I could pay.

God, I knew I was spending
money that I didn't have,

but I didn't care.

I loved having
beautiful things.

God, H, I was
in total denial!

It finally
caught up with me

The economy went to crap,

the credit card companies
bumped up their rates.

I was screwed!

I had so much debt.

I had no idea how
to dig myself out

of this hole that
I'd dug myself into.

I was--I was
desperate, Hope.

Oh my god! I was--
I was so desperate,

I seriously considered
turning tricks.

Providing companionship.

It was hooking, no matter
how classy they made it sound.

I made a date with
a "client" on-line.

Got all tarted up.

But I couldn't
go through with it.

What? Don't look
at me like that.

I didn't do it.

I was in a panic, H.

I didn't have
a lot of options.

I didn't have
any options.

Until...

I did.

Here's the thing
about being an assistant.

Unless some guy
is hitting on you,

you're pretty much invisible.

I was invisible to Meredith.

But when you're invisible,

people forget you're there.

So you see things
and you hear things

that maybe you're
not supposed to.

- This is unbelievable.

- I was desperate, Hope.
Beyond desperate.

Listen to me, OK?

There's a reason why rich people
in trouble come to Meredith.

She can make things happen.

Specifically with a
judge named Evelyn Rowe.

- Lawrence is
waiting. Go now.

- One day,
Meredith asked me

to deliver motion papers
to Judge Rowe, OK?

She packaged them herself,
which was strange.

I always do that.

She had her personal driver
deliver me at the courthouse,

which was also weird.

The envelope with
the motion papers

was heavier than it
should have been.

I couldn't help myself,
so I opened it.

It was a Da Vinci etching.

I recognized it from

that art history class
I took in college.

Obviously it didn't get
in there by accident.

You don't leave
something like that

just lying around.

So I researched it
that night when I got home.

It was extremely rare

and worth close
to a million dollars.

A few days later,

Judge Rowe ruled in favour

of Meredith's motion

and her client walked.

The etching was a bribe.

And I was the bag man.

Obviously,
I couldn't prove it.

and I didn't want
to lose my job,

so I didn't say
a word to anybody,

especially not Meredith.

But I kept my eyes
and my ears open,

just in case she did
anything like that again.

And then she did.

With Peter.

He hadn't been with
the firm very long.

He worked in a
different department.

They didn't share
any cases, but...

- Peter Wilson.

- He dropped by
to see her one day.

Meredith? Peter Wilson
is here to see you.

She'll be right out.

- Thank you.

- I didn't know why,

but then I found out
a few days later.

Peter had gone to prep school
in Connecticut

with this guy,
Bobby Calderon.

Bobby's father, Santos,
was a client of Meredith's

and a seriously bad guy.

A crime lord who had
pulled all the strings

and managed to get
away with it.

Until now.

Calderon had recently
been convicted

on a number of charges.

Judge Rowe was scheduled
to do the sentencing.

Peter was
brokering a bribe.

When you were dating?

No, we
never dated.

I doubt he even
knew my name.

- Oh my god!

No.

- It wasn't her fault.

- It happened on her watch.

- You didn't
have to kill her.

Nobody--
Aw!

Nobody killed her.

She was careless.

Slipped on a wet
floor, I'm told.

So, still think that
the friend is out of the loop?

- Yeah, Rachel hasn't
tried to contact her.

- Hmm! And will she tell you
if she does?

- Yeah, I think she will.

- Oh! You've been working
that old Wilson charm on her,

haven't ya?

Always known how
to work a girl.

- You can stop watching her,
by the way.

I've got it covered.

We're not watching her.

That's your job.

- The police are here.

- That didn't
take them long.

You'd better leave.
Go out the back.

- Oh my god!
You got to--

You have to get me
out of New York.

They're gonna kill me!

You're
already dead.

- Rachel, wait!

Stop! Just stop!

- Hey, Hope. It's Peter.

Uh, just checking in.

Give me a call.

I can't believe
you faked your own death.

Why would you do that?

- Just get me out of
New York, Hope. Please!

I'll explain
everything later.

- Come on.

: The body of prominent
defence attorney Meredith Cole

was discovered in her apartment
earlier this morning.

Police are investigating

but have yet to give
a cause of death.

As details become available,
we'll have them for you.

- Tessa, sweetheart,
it's Mum.

Call me as soon as
you pick up this message.

- She surfaced.

- I wish now I had seen Meredith
when she dropped by yesterday,

returned her calls.

- Yesterday was a
terrible day for my family.

My father was convicted of
some very serious crimes,

and we were hoping,
given his age and health,

and commitment to
making reparations,

that the judge
would be lenient.

But she wasn't.

- And you blamed
Ms. Cole for that?

- Well, in the very
short term.

I was upset.

Who wouldn't be?

When you lose a game,
you blame the manager.

When you lose a case,
well, you blame the lawyer.

But she did the best
that she could.

I knew that.

I was gonna call her
this morning.

- So that was the last time
you saw or spoke to Ms. Cole?

Right after the trial?

- Yeah.

I never got a chance
to say goodbye.

- I didn't know what
the bribe was gonna be,

but I was sure
there was gonna be one.

If the Da Vinci etching
was any indication,

it wasn't gonna be cash.

And it wasn't.

Peter and Bobby showed up
one day with a package.

- Bobby, good to see you!

Come right in.

- And when they left,
they didn't have it anymore.

- No, I told you
everything's gonna be fine.

No, I'm going...

- When Meredith went
to lunch that day,

I went into her office
to look for the package.

I opened the drawer but
I couldn't tell what it was,

and I didn't want
to unwrap it.

Meredith definitely
would've noticed.

But she had a
pre-sentencing conference

scheduled with
Judge Rowe in 2 days.

I figured this time
she wouldn't use me

to deliver the package.

No, she would
do it herself.

In broad daylight,

just like Peter
and Bobby did.

Show up at the conference

with the package
and then leave without it.

I had to steal it
before she could do that.

- I didn't have
a choice, Hope!

God, I was in
such a dark place!

I--

This was my chance
to save myself.

And why not steal it?

God, it was "dirty money,"
whatever it was.

And Meredith wouldn't
report the theft.

How could she?

And she wouldn't know
that it was me because...

because somebody was gonna
break in and steal it.

And then kill me.

I only had a day and
a half to pull it off.

- And the next day
was your birthday.

- Yeah.

That night, I packed up
some clothes and stuff.

I took whatever money
I had out of an ATM.

I rented a room on
the Lower East Side,

so the next night
when I came back

I wouldn't draw
any attention to myself.

- Bye! It was
a nice party...

- The next day I went back
to the office.

I got the package out of
Meredith's desk,

doctored the red rope
with my blood.

And then I called you.

Hello!

I waited for
the right moment.

Is anybody there?

Then I told you
I heard something

out in the hall.

I waited for
the photocopier to stop...

...to make sure
that you heard me.

And then I got the hell
out of there.

I knew it would take you
a few minutes at least

to track down
the name of the firm.

I figured that it would give me
enough time to get away.

And I was right.

- I was the witness to prove
you'd been murdered.

- I know.

God, it's awful!

It's--it's inexcusable, Hope.

But I didn't have--
I didn't have a choice.

I had to disappear.
I had to be gone.

- And then you planted the
evidence of your murder

in the river.

The dress you
were wearing,

and the birthday bracelet
I made for you.

- I'm sorry.

- A book.

A very old book.

In Spanish.

I was s-s-such an idiot.

I thought
I could just sell it.

It wasn't just
a rare book.

No, it was one of the rarest
books in the world.

A first edition
of Don Quixote.

The guy I tried
to sell it to

said there was only one
known copy in North America,

and he knew the owner.

And now he could
ID who had it.

I bet the first thing he did
was call Bobby Calderon.

Everything had gone perfectly,
except for one thing:

I'd stolen something
I couldn't sell.

There wasn't a bookseller in
the world who'd buy that book.

And now I was the enemy
of a family

that kills their enemies.

I was totally screwed.

I had nowhere to go.

I was too scared
to go anywhere.

I couldn't eat.
I couldn't sleep.

And then I realized

that my mom wouldn't be
able to get it together enough

to close up the apartment.

She'd ask you
to do it.

But you came with Peter.

I've tried to
connect with you,

but I--I couldn't approach
the apartment or go in.

For all I know,
they have it bugged.

But today,
I finally could.

- OK, we're connected.

So what do you
expect me to do?

- I don't know.

- It's in New York.
Where I was staying.

- You need to eat.
And you need to sleep.

- No. No, no, no, we can't stop!
We have to keep going!

- And where are
we gonna go, huh?

- I don't--

Oh, God!
I'm sorry, H.

Hope, I'm so, so sorry.

- Yeah, well, "sorry"
doesn't cut it this time.

Not even close.

Wait here.

Tuna-fish sandwich
and a salad.

Only halfway healthy
thing on the menu.

- Thank you.

- Do you have any idea

what it was like to
hear you were murdered?

To believe or to know

you were dead?

You're my best
friend, Rachel.

I wanted to die.

How could you
do that to me?

To your mother?

To all those
who--who love

and care about you?

- It's...

- For money.

- It's so easy
for you, Hope.

You have your
mom and dad.

They love you.

And they support
everything that you do.

You're whole.

I'm...

I'm broken.

When I...

When I finally
admitted to myself

what a colossal mess
I'd made of my life, I...

I hated myself.

And I knew...
I just...

I just knew that everyone
else would hate me, too.

Don't you see?

It was--it was just so much
better for me to die

and to just vanish than...

than to see the
disgust in everyone's eyes.

In your eyes.

- We have to
give the book back.

- No! No way!

- No, listen to me.
It is our only option.

We can't hide forever.

"

- We're in this
together now.

I'm gonna go
back to New York.

I'm gonna get the book and
I'm gonna give it to Peter.

- No, listen to me.
They'll kill you!

- They will kill
us both if I don't.

- I'm coming with you.

- No! No,
you're staying here.

I'm gonna call a cab because
Peter knows what I drive.

I'm leaving it here,
but I am taking the keys.

I need the address
of where you were staying

and the key
to your room.

(Man speaking
on radio, indistinct)

Hey, going to New York.

Uh, 410 Rivington, please.

- Oh my God!

Oh! Oh my God!

No, no!
I'm sorry! No!

It was a mistake.
I gave it back.

Oh my God!
Please don't hurt me.

:
I'm so sorry!

- Hey, Mom.
You called?

- In my room.
I just got out of class.

- OK, this is what
I need you to do.

Get off campus, now.

What's going on?

- Just listen to me.

Go to the Renaissance.

Get a room
and stay there.

Don't leave until
you hear from me.

Tessa...

I love you.

- I love you, too.

- I understand.

Uh-huh.

I will.
OK, thanks.

Bobby Calderon
killed Meredith Cole.

Or had her killed.

- Evelyn Rowe.

And she just told me why.

Let's go.

(Siren wailing,
horns honking)

You know what?
Call dispatch.

Let's put out an APB
on Calderon's car.

- Rachel told us
where you were.

- We put a tracking
device in your car.

We have her.
She's safe.

It's OK.

- Go on, Peter.
Show her.

Show her!

- I'm with the FBI.

- When you contacted me,
after all those years,

I was so surprised.

Peter Wilson, captain
of the lacrosse team,

class president,
honour roll,

the straightest of
the straight shooters,

this guy was
proposing a bribe.

It was... exhilarating.

Because you always
looked down on me.

Oh, you pretended that
you didn't, but you did.

And now, I thought:

"Now he's one of us.
Now we're all bad."

It reconfirmed my
faith in human nature.

And when your
despicably stupid friend

disrupted our
business arrangement,

well, I blamed everyone.

And I did the legwork
I should have done

when you first called me.

And I found out
who you really are.

Straighter than ever,
using me and my family

to set up a crooked lawyer
and a crooked judge.

Do you know--

well, you probably do,
given your line of work--

how easy it is
to tap a cell phone?

It only takes 10 minutes.
A simple software download.

So while you've been
watching for Rachel,

we've been watching you.

- I've got your book.

- Have you even
read Don Quixote?

Many consider it
the first real novel,

and it was written
by my forebears.

To be able to hold an
original edition in my hands

was like holding
my heritage.

I sacrificed that
profound pleasure

for the sake
of my father.

And your friend thought
she could steal my heritage

and just sell it!

- Look, just take
the book and let her go.

She's got nothing
to do with this.

- No! No, she's as
guilty as all of us.

Hopelessly unable to refuse
her friend's cries for help,

no matter how craven.

It must fill some dark hole
in her fragile ego.

:
Are you kidding me?

Are--are you
freaking kidding me?

You're, like,
a cliché of a short guy.

A bully in love with the sound
of his own goddamn voice.

- Hey, hey,
shut up, bitch!

- No, you shut up, bitch!

You came here
to kill us, right?

How?

By talking us to death?

- Ah!

Give me the gun!

Give me the gun.

Yeah, right.

Like you even know
how to use it. Ah!

- Oh!

- Put the gun down, Hope.

It's OK.
Put the gun down.

Williams...

- This is Det. Williams.

We need an EMT unit
at 410 Rivington.

Two civilians down.
Repeat, 2 civilians down.

- All right, come on.
This way.

Yeah, yeah,
just keep moving.

She's alive?

- Yes, she's alive.
They both are.

- Oh my God!

Oh my God!

- Agent Wilson said you
handled yourself pretty well.

I'm impressed.

- I was all-state
volleyball in college.

- Hmm...

Where'd you learn
to shoot guns?

- My dad was a cop.

And what was I gonna do?
Wait for them to kill us?

- I can see now why
Ms. Thomas counts on you

to get her out of jams.

I would, too.

- There's always Hope.

- There's gotta be something
we can charge you with,

but at the moment,
I don't see it.

Maybe the D.A. will.

But for now,
you're free to go.

- Well now, that's
a whole other story.

One we're gonna have to
slug out with the FBI,

which is my idea of hell.

- Sure.

- Oh!

Can you ever forgive me?

- I hope so.

There you go.

A criminal and a hottie.

What a...

:
lethal combination.

- Mom!

- Oh, baby!

Oh!

- Hi.

- She's OK.

:
Thank you.

- You can see your
daughter now, Ms. Thomas.

- Let's go home.

- Yeah.

- Hope!

Look, you have every
reason to hate me.

I was using you
from the minute we met,

to find Rachel.

'Cause we hoped that eventually
she would contact you.

And whether you
believe it or not,

we did that for Rachel,
to protect her.

But what happened
between you and me,

that wasn't part
of the plan.

It was totally unethical

and completely against
Bureau regulations.

And if I lose my job,
which I should...

I don't care.

'Cause I wasn't using you
where that was concerned.

- Rachel's gonna
be here for a while.

I'll be back
to see her soon.

Maybe...

we could have a coffee.

And you can tell me
who you really are.

But just to be clear.

Fool me once,
shame on you.

Fool me twice...

I'll rip your throat out.

Closed Captions: Vision Globale

** You are crazy

* You are crazy

* Living on your own

* You are crazy

* You are crazy

* Being all alone

* Na na na na na na

* You're crazy

* Na na na na

* Na na na na na na

* You're crazy

* You like money

* You like money

* You're as cold
as stone *

* You want money

* You want money

* You're as cold
as stone *

* Na na na na na na

* You're crazy

* Na na na na

* Na na na na na na

* And you're all alone

* Na na na na

* All alone

* Na na na na na na

* You like money

* Na na na na

* You're crazy

* Na na na na na na

* Na na na na

* Living on your own

* Na na na na na na

* You want money,
don't you? *

* Na na na na

* You want money

* Na na na na na na *