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- 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'd better be on an insanely hot date

where there's no cell coverage.

Call me.

- Thanks you so much for everything.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- See you tomorrow. Bye.

- Get some sleep.

- You too.

- OK, bye.

- 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.

- Where are you? 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--

- Drink?

Or "throo or tee".

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

Just papers for court tomorrow.

- Did you get my package?

- 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 OK?

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.

- Can I help you?

- Ms. Webster?

- 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.

- This was a robbery? 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.

- Do you think she's OK?

- 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.

- "There's always Hope."

- You two are close?

- 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?

- Mr. Calderon? John Haggard.

- John! How are you?

- 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.

- Hello?

- 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!

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.

- What's that?

- 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.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, come on.

It'll go quicker with the two of us.

- OK.

- Did Rachel drink tea?

- 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.

- How does Darjeeling sound?

- Darjeeling sounds perfect.

- Great.

- Meredith.

What a nice surprise.

- Bobby.

- Please, sit.

So, to what do I owe the honour?

- Something's come up.

- Oh, really?

Has there been a postponement?

No, but we're trying to get one.

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--

- And what?

- 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.

- Any messages?

- 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.

- 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.

- What about you?

- 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!

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.

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?

- What? - Oh, there's more of you?

- 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!

- Didn't you?

- 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.

- Hello, is anybody there?

- 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.

- Anything?

- Not yet. You?

- 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? Copycats?

- 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.

- And how about dancing?

- 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! What is that sauce?

- Wow! Hungry!

Do you want a knife and fork?

- Knife and fork?

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

with a knife and fork, Yankie!

- Uh, here.

Thank you.

So, tell me about Rachel's boss.

I saw her today. She looks kind of scary.

- Meredith?

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.

- What does she do?

- Meredith does criminal defence.

Mainly white collar, deep pocket.

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

- More wine?

- Hmm! Sure.

But she lost today. A big one.

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.

- And what about you?

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.

- Seriously?

- 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.

- Are you sure?

- 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.

- Hangover? Who has a hangover?

Yeah, I have a hangover.

- Yeah. This'll help.

- Did I snore?

- 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?

- Have you had breakfast? 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.

- Are you threatening me?

- How, by talking about family?

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!

- Hello?

Ms. Cole?

- Are you here, Ms. Cole?

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

Ms. Cole?

- Yeah.

When?

Yeah, we'll be there.

You're not gonna believe this.

- What happened?

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.

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.

- Rachel?

- I'll explain everything, but not here.

He might see us.

- Who?

- 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.

- What?

- 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...

- Can I get your name?

- 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.

- He told you that? When you were dating?

- What? No, we never dated.

I doubt he even knew my name.

- What?

- Oh my god!

No.

- It wasn't her fault.

- It happened on her watch.

- You didn't have to kill her.

- 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.

- Watching her? 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!

- How? 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.

- Hope?

- She surfaced.

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

returned her calls.

- Why didn't you?

- 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.

- Steal it?

- 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.

- What was in the package?

- 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.

- Where's the book?

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

- What are we doing?

- 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?"

- 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.

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?

- Where are you?

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

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

Get off campus, now.

- Why? 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.

- But, Mom, what's wrong?

- Just do it, OK?

Tessa...

I love you.

- I love you, too.

- I understand.

I will. OK, thanks.

Bobby Calderon killed Meredith Cole.

Or had her killed.

- Who told you that? - Evelyn Rowe.

And she just told me why.

Let's go.

You know what? Call dispatch.

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

- Rachel told us where you were.

- R-R-Rachel?

- 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?

Give me the gun!

Give me the gun.

Yeah, right.

Like you even know how to use it. Ah!

- Put the gun down, Hope.

It's OK. Put the gun down.

Williams...

- Are you all right?

- 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.

- Is it true? 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.

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.

- What about Rachel?

- 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.

- Can I see her?

- Sure.

Can you ever forgive me?

- I hope so.

There you go.

A criminal and a hottie.

What a...

lethal combination.

- Mom!

- Oh, baby!

- 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.

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