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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.