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In New York City's war on crime

the worst criminal offenders are pursued

by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

She's everywhere.

A whole article on her

like she's the onlyMafia daughter in New York City.

Like I'm not still famous?

Ilana

Daughter of a Russian Don was a terrific book...

five years ago.

Or haven't you noticedyour royalty checks got smaller?

Noah

please.

Can't you call one of your influential friends

get me a little job?

Little jobs

have little salaries.

You want the big money again, bring me another book.

Papa!

You are not his daughter.

Life in prison.

Life in prison because of you.

Because of you!

Oh, God, Kenny.

Ice.

I need ice.

I couldn't go home.

I don't want Martha to see me like this.

I think I have a, uh, broken rib.

I will take you to the hospital.

Don't be an idiot.

You are so rude.

I was going to ask you how it went today

but if you're going to be a bitch...

I'm allowed to be a bitch today.

My father will die in jail.

Your book had nothing to do with that.

It's the most liberating

thing you've ever done.

I don't understandwhy you don't write another one.

I will take it.

Are you sure you can afford it?

I'm a writer, Sasha.

When writers need money, they write.

And I'll write a new book.

You tell his agent

that for 15 percent

he can bloody well edit the book himself.

What's that?

Shouldn't we have it X-rayed?

It's from Ilana Yushka.

Feels like a manuscript.

What?

If she's been holding out on me...

Oh, dear God.

Call the police!

Now!

Now, give me a big close-upof this smudge on her forehead.

I spoke with her yesterday afternoon.

She said she had an idea for her next book-- a big idea.

Which was?

She wanted to tell me in person

to see the look on my face.

But what else could it be?

The Russian mob's all she knew.

The messenger service said

they picked up the box at 319 Hudson.

Is that her address?

The Chinese restaurant next door.

Her building doesn't have a door man.

All the pickups and deliveries go there.

I really need to speak to them.

They're with legal.

You lose a contact lens?

I-I need long tweezers.

There's something in her mouth.

Take pictures.

What do you think this means?

Robbery wasn't the motive?

It's a receipt for a necklace

from two days ago.

She was already spending her advance.

Ostrensky's in Brighton Beach.

Nothing like rubbing it in their faces.

She's got legal pads filled with her handwriting.

She still wrote in Russian.

Don't tell me you can read Russian.

Oh, brother.

The restaurant owner downstairs says

a blonde woman dropped the package off yesterday.

So... someone who knew Ilana's routine?

Maybe a friend.

Yeah. A friend...

who was buzzed in with the killer.

Might explain why there was no forced entry.

Assuming she was killed here.

Not just killed.

That's lye.

She went down the drain.

Only the bones would be left.

The decapitation, the disposal of the body--

it has all the characteristics

of a Russian mob hit, Mr. Yushka.

This is what we're talking about.

The rest of your lovely daughter was

turned into pudding and washed down a sewer pipe.

We know that it's not what you wanted.

We know you had no choice.

He doesn't know what you're talking about.

If you said no

they would have done it anyway

and the rest of your family would have been next.

In the long run, it makes no difference.

They know it's going to eat at you.

They know you're going to want revenge.

They won't wait.

They'll come after you.

Make the first strike, Mr. Yushka.

Give us the names of the people who did this.

You have nothing better to do than harass an old man?

Look, we can always harass you.

According to the visitor's log

you visited Mr. Yushka one daybefore his daughter was killed.

You were accompanied by a Mr. Oleg Namirov.

He's a translator for Mr. Yushka.

You signed at 2:40.

Mr. Namirov didn't sign out until 2:50.

He spent ten minutes alone with Mr. Yushka.

We're curious.

What was he translating?

Oleg Namirov's a suspect

in half a dozen mob hits.

Unfortunately, he always seems to be on an airplane

the day of the murders.

What about Wednesday?

Well...

let's see what the reports say.

The Bureau has him under surveillance.

Well, 24/7's a little more

than we can manage right now

but, uh, we do bed checks.

Wednesday. 8:15.

His car was parked outside his mistress's apartment

in Sheepshead Bay.

His mistress-- she's blonde, right?

Oleg was here Wednesday.

We stay in, we watch TV, we eat dinner.

When you stayed in

you mean you stayed in Ilana Yushka's apartment.

What are you talking about?

The time it took your boyfriend

to liquefy her body in the bathtub.

That is lie.

Oleg was here, with me.

You just came back from a trip?

No.

I'll bet I can guess where you and Oleg went.

Oh.

South.

And you left Wednesday night.

You're wrong, smart guy.

We were leaving tonight, to Hawaii.

That is west.

The airline confirms

Oleg Namirov booked tickets for Hawaii

two hours after visiting Boris Yushka in prison.

The tickets were for tonight.

If Mr. Namirov was true to form

he was going to do the hit on Ilana tonight

and then jump on a plane.

Well, you were right about one thing.

The Russian mob was planning to kill her.

Except somebody beat them to it.

Hey, gorgeous, you feeding the fishies?

You're going to be feeding the fishies all night long?

Oh, geez.

My mistake.

Ilana had these photos on her desk.

Probably old friends from high school.

Maybe that was her next project--

I Was a Russian Homecoming Queen.

This is her on her prom night.

Ilana and Kenny, The Waldorf--

1982.

For what it's worth

the Feds aren't convinced this wasn't a mob hit.

Well, tell them to keep an open mind.

That's what we do.

What are you, uh, opening your minds to here?

Translations of Ilana's writings.

Maybe her new book wasn't about the mob.

Maybe she found a whole new group of people

to piss off.

Here, it looks like titles for a book--

The Academy of Horrors, Unusual Punishment

Tales Out of School...

All right, this looks like copies of child welfare cases

filed in 1979.

All with the same respondent-- The Chase Academy.

Ilana mentioned it in her first book.

It was a private school for troubled teenagers.

Rich troubled teenagers.

We got Kennedy cousins

we got George Tate, publisher of the Ledger

Arthur L. Korrigan, Jr.

Child Welfare went after the school

for beating the students.

I smell a best-seller.

I smell a motive for murder

especially if there was more to it than just beatings.

Word must have gotten out she was writing a book.

Maybe she talked to one of the other students.

Well, we can always ask

the heir to the Strick real estate fortune.

Kenneth "Kenny" Strick.

Her prom date.

If any place deserved an exposé,it was Chase.

That place was a horror.

That's one of the titles that Ilana was working on--

Academy of Horrors.

If she'd told me she was planning a book

I would have warned her to be careful.

Some of the staff at Chase were sadists.

Am I exaggerating?

No.

Is that where you two met?

Us? No.

We've known each other much longer than that.

Martha's my sister.

I went to Le Rosey

in Switzerland.

It's Kenny who was a handful.

That's why our stepfather sent him to Chase.

I-I'm s-sorry for the confusion.

Um, you were still in touch with Ilana?

Chase was a bonding experience.

We spoke, uh, now and then.

The last time was when her father was sent to prison.

She was very upset.

The book was the furthest thing from her mind.

Is there anyone else she might have talked to?

Possible. I don't know.

What about George?

George?

You mean George Tate

the publisher of the Ledger?

He and Ilana had a thing

the summer after they graduated

from Chase.

I thought that, uh, you were her prom date.

I had other plans.

Ilana found George hanging around the, uh, punch bowl.

And now...

I'm going for my walk.

Ilana's death was shocking.

If there's anything else we can do...

please call.

Uh, she never talked to me about a book.

Frankly, there wasn't enough going on at Chase

to sustain one.

Physical abuse wasn't the tip of the iceberg?

No. It was the iceberg.

Believe me, if there had been anything more

my father-- who owned several newspapers--

would have been all over it.

Well, maybe Ilana's exposéwasn't about the staff at Chase.

Maybe it was about the students.

What are you talking about?

Coed boarding school full of troubled teenagers?

I'm getting flushed just thinking about it.

Get a grip, Detective.

Ilana knew better.

She had her own indiscretions to worry about.

You-you can't mean indiscretionswith the opposite sex.

Those wouldn't worry her.

But another girl at the school...

She wouldn't write about it, so drop it.

Ilana needed money.

She had nothing to lose

but maybe this other person does.

Which one was she?

This girl here

or this one?

Ursula Stovitz.

Who's Ursula Stovitz?

Oh, I'm sure you've read her holiday tips

in her magazine--

Anna's Gracious Home.

This is Anna Llewellyn?

Is there any proof she had an affair with Ilana?

All right, the story is Anna and Ilana

broke curfew one Friday night, uh, November, 1978, I think.

They were arrested by the local sheriff

while joyriding in the headmaster's car.

And that means they were having an affair?

They were seen kissing and fondling each other

in the parking lot of a bar.

I was very saddened when I heard about Ilana.

She and I shared some difficult times at Chase.

Where were you last Wednesday night?

Here, waiting for a limo to take me to the airport.

Alone?

Yes. Mark and the children were in Connecticut.

Don't tell me I'm a suspect.

We think Ms. Yushka was putting together

a book about her years at the Chase Academy

a book that might have been embarrassing

for your wholesome image.

For heaven's sake, not those rumors again.

I assure you, I'm not gay.

I believe her.

Thank you.

It's not just because you're flirting with me.

It's the way that you're flirting.

It's very subtle.

So, now we've established that I'm straight.

I still could have had a fling with Ilana.

When you were 15.

I'll confessto a schoolgirl crush on Ilana.

We held hands, we kissed a little.

That's as far as it went,and it lasted all of two weeks.

Did that include joyriding in the headmaster's car?

That wasn't me.

I wish it was.

Sounded like Ilana and that other girl

had a lot of fun.

You know who the other girl was?

No. I just remembered seeing our local sheriff

drop Ilana off at school early the next morning.

Ms. Llewellyn?

If you'll excuse me?

I wonder if the local sheriff remembers it the way she does.

The Chase Academy.

It was always one thing or another with those kids.

They closed the place down, you know.

We know.

This was on a Friday night in November '78.

One of the girls was Russian-- Ilana Yushka.

Russian accent?

Oh, yeah, I vaguely remember her.

If you say her name

was Ilana Yushka, I'll take your word for it.

What about the other girl?

I don't remember there being another girl.

That's a nice watch.

Thanks.

Sorry, I, uh, I can't help you out on that.

You keep rubbing it.

Is that a Rolex?

Yeah.

Okay, well, it's nice talking to you.

Oops, it's loose. Don't let it fall off.

It's a Rolex Gold Shell.

You see, it's got a little higher profile

than other models.

Somebody must like you a lot, Sheriff

to give you a gold watch.

The boys got it for me for the years of service.

They gave it to you brand-new?

Well, yeah, a couple of years ago.

Really?

This is a vintage watch.

You see,they stopped making it in 1979.

Another thing you should know is

Rolex never made your watch in solid gold--

no matter what they told you...

20 years ago.

Ilana Yushka's been murdered.

What happened that night might have something to do with it.

The other girl--

what happened to her?

Well, the Russian girl

she didn't want her folks to find out.

But the other one, as soon as I brought them in

she made a call.

20 minutes later, this lawyer from Bedford--

uh, Chester Barrows--

comes in to collect her on behalf of her parents.

He convinced you

to leave her name out of the report

in exchange for a watch?

Well, it wasn't exactly the crime of the century.

Strick.

Her name was Martha Strick.

Did she show you I.D.?

No, but Barrows said that's who she was.

Excuse me.

Martha Strick was supposed to be at school

3,000 miles away in Switzerland.

Maybe she was.

Ken Strick doesn't have any other siblings.

I know.

Family sends a lawyer out in the middle of the night.

They bribe a sheriff, to cover up what?

Little Kenny in a dress.

The Chase angle is a smoke screen.

The police are afraid of the Russian mob

and apparently, so is the Ledger.

Well, that's not fair, Kenneth.

We ran a piece

the day after Ilana was murdered.

It was a trademark Russian mob hit.

Ilana told me she was thinking of doing a follow-up

to her first book.

So, why is the NYPD steering the investigation

away from the Russians?

Ilana was your friend and mine

but that shouldn't influence you.

Neither should the fact that Strick Realty

is one of your biggest advertisers.

But, George...

shouldn't someone be asking these questions?

Excuse me.

I wouldn't have brought them here, sir

but the flight

from Toronto got in early.

Just drive them around for an hour, and then meet me there.

The male suspect who cut off Ilana Yushka's head

with one blow, and the woman who left the package

at the Chinese restaurant?

Kenneth Strick. One and the same.

That's a hell of a theory.

Is cross-dressing something people kill for these days?

Transvestitism could be a symptom of deeper pathology.

I don't know what drives Ken Strick...

but we should find out.

There's a deeper secret here

and that's probably what Ilana was writing about.

It'll take more than psychological gleanings

to get a search warrant for a blonde wig

and size 14 dress.

Have you read today's Ledger?

Since when do we pay attention to bad press?

The article quotes an unnamed close friend

who says Ms. Yushka was planninga follow-up to her first book

and feared for her safety.

The same "close friend"

who probably

manipulates the media.

Ken Strick, he... he went to school

with the publisher of the Ledger.

Detective...

I guess we're not getting our search warrant?

Not based on a 20-year-old joyride

and not until you can tell me with certainty

that Martha Strick was not in that car

with Ms. Yushka.

Of course it wasn't me.

I wasn't even in the country.

You can contact the Le Rosey; they keep excellent records.

I only came home for the summer holidays.

That must've been rough on you.

Didn't you miss your parents?

Our mother had passed away.

There was only our stepfather.

Anyway, Kenny'd come visit during Christmas.

What about Kenny?

He ever get in trouble with the police

when he was at Chase?

No. I really don't understand

your fascination with ancient history.

Don't you people read the paper?

That phony article you brother cooked up

with his buddy George Tate?

I resent that.

My brother doesn't abuse his relationships.

Instead of giving anonymous quotes to the newspaper

he should've the... guts to talk to us.

What my brother did took guts, and he paid for it.

Paid for it?

I think you should leave now.

Uh, is he wearing only one boot?

Why would you say that?

Well, uh, because there's only, uh...

one lonely boot here.

Is there a reason he's not...

wearing it?

Did something happen to his leg?

Is that what you meant by paying for it?

He came home late last night.

He was limping.

He said he'd been mugged.

I wanted to call the police

but he said no, and then I understood.

What's that?

The people who killed Ilana

they found out Kenny talked to the newspaper.

My sister has a vivid imagination.

Some thug took my wallet, pushed me down

and... that's how I sprained my ankle.

So you didn't get worked over by the Russian mob?

I've said everything I have to say.

You say one thing to us

you say another thing to the newspapers.

I didn't talk to the papers.

That's pure conjecture on Martha's part.

Don't put it on your sister.

It's you--

you're the one that's trying to, you know

steer it towards the Russians.

I'd be a fool to try.

-You steer it wherever you want, -Detective.

Okay.

Do you know a Chester Barrows?

No.

He was a lawyer

in Bedford.

Your stepfather hired him in 1978.

I wouldn't know.

The sheriff in Adler Townshipsaid that Mr. Barrows showed up

the night of November 12, and bailed out someone

named Martha Strick.

I doubt that very much.

Because Martha was away in Switzerland.

She most certainly was.

And you were fast asleep in your room

at the Chase Academy.

I most certainly was.

What?

Oh... it's just what I thought--

that you, you pluck your eyebrows.

Did you tell Kenneth Strick he plucks his eyebrows?

Yes.

He does, right?

He complained to the mayor.

Now the chief of detectives wants this turned over

to the FBI.

It-it's not a mob case.

They planed a hit on Ilana Yushka.

They put a beat-down on Kenneth Strick.

When the Russians put a beat-down on someone

it shows.

Strick didn't have a mark on his face or his hands.

So what's he doing limping around with a cane?

Strick is a straight guy

who can only get excited wearing women's clothing.

That usually goes hand-in-hand with masochism.

I learn something new every day.

Guy like Strick probably hires a pro to give him a workout.

Here.

On his Amex bill.

A couple of days before he was injured

Strick bought two tickets on Air Canada

from Toronto to New York.

Maybe he hired out-of-town talent.

So okay, so now it's a big crime

to go down to the States?

The Free Trade Act doesn't actually allow prostitutes

to cross the border to ply their trade.

It's still a felonythat you can get extradited for.

And your governmentwon't lift a finger to help you.

He's right about that, missy.

Better answer their questions and be smart about it.

So, okay, my girlfriend and mewent down to New York for work.

That's the guy.

And how did these sessions with him play out?

He likes being made to dress up

in women's clothes.

The whole kit-- from high heels

to a wig and makeup.

Then what did you do?

Did you smack him? Hard?

Yes.

He likes being smacked around.

You got carried away the last time?

I stepped on his foot by mistake.

But he didn't mind much.

The words--

the words...

What were the words he had you say to him

while this was going on?

We had to call him Kenny and tell him he's a bad boy;

he's getting what he deserves.

What were the words that he used?

The exact words; it's important.

"I didn't mean it...

"I'm sorry, Mommy.

Don't go away, Mommy."

Like that.

Then what?

Well, after he got smacked around good

he was ready for the big finish

so we took care of that

and went back to the hotel.

Is there a computer I can use?

Sure, the officer will show you.

Thank you.

You're being silly.

You were gone for an hour.

Joshua's just a bit of fun.

And really, Kenny, do I question you

when you disappear to God-knows-where

with God-knows-who?

Don't change the subject.

The subject is loyalty and truthfulness.

I had to find out from the police

you dragged my name into some adolescent criminal prank.

I told you, it was Ilana.

She's the one who used your name.

Well, I don't know, Kenny

I have to wonder what other secrets you keep from me.

You're not being fair!

I'm going to bed now.

Martha, I'm sorry.

Please don't go to sleep angry.

I-I...

I swear, I'm not hiding anything.

Please say something, Martha.

I, I-I...

I need you to trust me.

Martha?

I'm sorry.

Martha, please, I-I didn't mean it.

Don't be mad at me.

I'm not.

I could never stay mad at you...

not my big brother.

The girl said he paid herand her friend five grand each.

And here I thought hockey players and maple syrup

were Canada's biggest exports.

His mother, Eloise Strick, died in 1974.

A suicide, in the kitchen of the family home.

From eating ant poison.

The only witness was her ten-year-old son, Kenneth.

Eloise Strick-- death by suicideAugust, 1974.

Here you go.

Where's the rest of it?

30-year-old file-- it happens.

Anyone check out this file recently?

No. There was a reporter asking for it

a couple of weeks ago.

I told her she'd have to file an application.

Is this her?

Russian accent?

Yes.

What about the lead detective on the case, Alan Forbes--

you didn't misplace him, did you?

Alan passed away three years ago.

And John Nemetz-- what happened to him?

Who?

The crime scene photographer.

We're looking for photos

of a suicide-- Eloise Strick, 1974.

That would be under Famous People's Suicides.

Course, the family wasn't famous then.

Mr. Strick had just started his real estate business.

That's the glass

that had the ant poison.

She took it with lemonade.

Her son was the only witness?

Yeah. The nanny, uh

Miss, uh, Mendoza, or something like that--

she had gone to the store with the daughter.

The stepfather was out of town on business.

Poor little kid.

You see that cupboard there?

That's where we found him.

When the mother started dying from the poison

he ran in there.

I can't imaginewhat that poor kid went through

seeing his mother go like that.

Do you have a magnifying glass?

In the dining room, there's a big box

of soda crackers open on the table.

Was somebody eating there?

Uh, the boy said Mrs. Strick wasbefore she took the poison.

Eating soda crackers on a hot summer morning?

Morning sickness.

That's right.

That came out in the autopsy.

She was two months pregnant.

The people who bought this place

aren't going to be thrilled to hear what happened here.

May I help you?

Good afternoon, ma'am; New York City Police.

We're investigating an incident

involving one of the previous owners of this house.

What previous owner?

I've been living here for almost 25 years.

The incident occurred in 1974.

I don't know anything about that. Sorry.

We'd just like to take a look at the kitchen.

No, you can't go in.

It's, uh, Mrs. Mendoza, right?

Mendez.

You were the nanny for the Strick kids?

Yes.

You bought the house from them?

No, they kept it in the family.

I just lease it from them.

It's a tragedy what happened to Mrs. Strick.

Can you imagine how those poor kids felt

losing their mother

and maybe a little brother or sister?

-Oh, no, they didn't know Mrs. -Strick was going to have a baby.

She hadn't told them.

Why is that?

I don't know.

She just told me she didn't want them to know yet.

I'm sorry.

Uh, at the funeral, how did the children behave?

Oh, Mr. Ken--

he was a very brave.

Like a little man.

He stood up very straight

holding his sister's hand.

And what did Martha do?

She broke my heart.

She put her favorite teddy bearin Mrs. Strick's coffin

so Mrs. Strick wouldn't be afraid of the dark.

Has anyone been around recently asking questions?

You mean snooping?

Yeah. There was this lady.

She parked the car across the house

and she was taking pictures.

A blonde lady?

Yeah.

I hope you told Mr. Strick about it.

Oh, yeah, I did.

Good for you.

Well, thanks.

We need a search warrant

for the suicide house.

Search for what?

Motive.

I don't see where it specifies what you're looking for.

Right there-- cutting instruments, lye...

But why that house?

I only came to inform you

of the warrant as a courtesy

to give your representatives

an opportunity to be present during the search.

It's Saturday.

Contrary to what you may think

I don't have lawyers standing by on call.

Either of you is welcome to observe.

Uh, they're not entitled to be there.

Why are we kowtowing to these people?

Detectives, please.

Does the search have to be done today?

Yes, and it doesn't matter anyway.

The older lady's there every day.

Mrs. Mendez?

Has she been told you're coming?

She'll find out when we get there.

I have to go.

She's by herself.

She'll be very upset.

We're not going back there.

I'll be fine.

You stay here.

I'll go, Mr. Carver.

Fine, just her.

Let's go.

I'm going with you.

We can't all fit in our vehicle.

Ms. Strick can ride with me.

What we're interested in

is in here.

This place is like a time capsule.

Same fridge

same stove, same floor, right?

Oh.

Two hours you were hiding in there.

You must have been terrified.

I'll wait for Martha outside.

Terrified they'd find out.

We found duplicate photos of the crime scene.

Crime scene, because that's what went on in this kitchen.

I'm warning you, Detective

stop this right now.

Your mother... sitting there.

Eating crackers to settle her stomach.

She had morning sickness.

She was pregnant by your stepfather.

You didn't like that.

You were scared your mother wouldn't love you anymore.

That's not true.

We didn't know she was pregnant.

She didn't tell us.

Martha knew.

She put her teddy bear in the coffin--

not for your mother; for the baby.

Martha was probably

excited about the baby.

But you, you...

you wanted it to...

go away.

Just a little bit.

If Mommy only got sick just a little...

Just enough to throw up the babyfrom her stomach.

No, no, no.

Your mother was thirsty.

From the crackers.

She asked you to bring her lemonade.

You poured the glass there.

You mixed in the ant poison.

Spilled some on the floor.

The bitterness from the lemonade masked the taste.

Almost right away, she started getting sick.

And she took one look at you, and she knew.

No.

She came at you.

The glass, it fell out of her hand, there

and you backed away.

"I didn't mean it, Mommy.

I'm sorry, Mommy."

And then she collapsed.

She reached out her hand for you.

You hid in the cupboard.

Your mother died.

And no one ever knew the truth.

No one except your partner in crime at Chase.

Ilana, who you shared

your most shameful secret with.

20 years later...

because she became

desperate for money and fame

she decided to write a book about it.

And you couldn't let that happen.

Never mind the whole world finding out

what a sad, misguided

little boy did to his mother.

You couldn't let Martha find out--

the one person who looks up to you.

Who loves you.

Whose hands you held at your mother's funeral.

The only family you have.

You... you couldn't afford to lose her.

And that's why you killed Ilana.

You, you're wrong.

This is all an incredible web of lies.

Kenny, you're running out of time.

When Martha gets here

she's going to learn why you killed Ilana--

the truth.

She'll never believe it.

Or...

a convenient fiction.

Like...

Ilana was writing a scathing exposé

of Eloise Strick--

the selfish, unstable divorcee

who cared so little for her children

she committed suicide in front of her only son

scarring him for life.

And you... became enraged

by what this book could do to your family, so you

did what was necessary to stop it.

Truth.

Fiction.

Kenneth.

Um, I'm sorry about the delay.

I took a wrong turn off the L.I.E.

Are they finished?

We were just having

a long talk with Kenneth... about Ilana Yushka.

We also talked to him... about your mother.

Her, her tragic death.

Martha, I told them I killed Ilana.

Oh, my God, Kenny?

She, uh...

w-was writing a book about Mother.

A... book of lies and distortions.

I... tried to reason with her, but...

couldn't talk her, talk her out of it.

I kept...

thinking of you.

I...

I don't know what came over me.

I... I killed her.

I'm, um... I'm so sorry.

It'll be all right, Kenny.

I didn't mean it.

I didn't mean it to happen.

I'll get the best lawyer, Kenny.

I'll take care of everything.

Thank you.