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the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

It's almost 1:00.

Yeah, I'm trying to get
some information here.

There's something in this
Mattawin quarterly report

that I can't figure out.

Bill...

It's not like I'm
looking at porn.

This is about our
retirement money.

Well, I wish
it was porn.

It might inspire you
to come to bed.

I'll be there
in five minutes.

I got this off
the web.

It looks like Tuxedo
Hill's hedged losses

are coming back
to Mattawin.

I can't understand
how that happened.

They've got the biggest
accounting firm in the
world doing their books.

I'm sure they understand
how it happened.

But don't hedged
losses have to have

a locked-in
sales value?

I've been your broker
for 10 years

and God bless you

you are the biggest
pain in the ass.

I'm just trying to understand

what these quarterly reports
are saying.

They send them to me to read.

They should make sense, no?

I'm supposed to talk to my guy
at Mattawin tomorrow.

I'll see what he says.

Usually when brokers tell
me they have complaints
from shareholders

I don't pay attention,
but Venturelli's
a smart guy.

Have you discussed this
with anyone else?

No. Maybe the lawyers

can come up with some language

before the next earnings
estimate comes out.

All right, Harold.
Thank you.

I'll look into this.

Ms. Dawson, your plumbing
contractor's calling.

He's out at
the house.

Put him through. Thank you.

Okay.

The hedged losses

are one thing--
the bigger problem

is how the company's stock
is being used

to generate a gain.

I'm not sure I follow.

Mr. Troy

this method
of calculating earnings

violates the basic tenets
of accounting.

It might even be illegal.

This is a missile

aimed at the heart
of the company.

Mattawin may implode
because of it.

I put it all in this memo.

I think we should delay
releasing our earnings estimate

till this is resolved.

Thank you, Elizabeth.

I, uh, finalized
the earnings estimate.

I'm about to send it around
for signatures.

Elizabeth Dawson
was just in my office.

You should
read this, Jack.

Mm, thank you so much
for watching her tonight.

Yes, no problem.

See you tomorrow.

Mm-hmm.

Aw, they're not
open yet.

I still got to
take a leak, hmm?

Hey...

what are you
doing here?

There's a little girl
over here!

Where are your parents?

What's this
in your pocket?

It's a business card

for an Elizabeth Dawson.

Come on, honey,
let's get you

warmed up.

Oh, geez...

her coat's
covered in blood.

She was brought in
about 45 minutes ago.

Hasn't said "boo" to anybody.

Have you tried
calling Ms. Dawson?

We called the office
number on the card

but got an
answering machine.

There was blood on her parka?

It's not hers.
She has no injuries.

She just told us
Jennifer.

Jennifer...

Jennifer Juniper.

Your mommy ever
call you that?

Jennifer, do you know
where your mommy is?

Mommy's hurt
in the head.

When you were with Mommy,
what did you see?

Everything was dark.

Well, were your
ears working?

What did you hear?

I heard birdies.

And what about
your little nose?

Could you smell
anything?

Mommy was stinky.

Well, what did she
smell like?

Like fireworks.

They found her...

off Richmond Avenue

four miles from the diner.

Uh, she's alive.

They're just getting
her out now.

Her leg was trapped
under the steering.

He... get... get...

Where's her other glove?

She wasn't wearing it.
All right, let's go.

My... daughter...

You smell booze
on her?

No.

I don't smell
gunpowder in here.

I didn't smell it
on her, either.

It might have dissipated

during the time
she was lying here.

Or the kid made it up.

Well, kids don't
make up that stuff.

Fancy mints.

I want a CSU team
to go through this vehicle

for prints, blood, fibers

and I want Ms. Dawson checked
for gunpowder residue.

Kids don't make up
that stuff.

The last thing I remember

I picked up Jennie

from our nanny's house.

I strapped her
into her car seat...

th-then, nothing.

I heard Jennie crying.

The car was in the ditch.

How did Jennie get out?

Me. I-I unhooked her.

-I thought nobody would find us.

I told Jennie to go get help.

She was so brave.

We've been trying
to locate your husband.

He's in California on business.

We're getting a divorce.

Uh, where does your nanny live?

Brooklyn.

What were you doing
on Staten Island?

I don't know.

You were wearing only one glove

when we found you.

Do you know what happened
to the other one?

I don't know.

I want to see Jennie.

I don't know what happened!

I-I don't remember anything.

Of course Mr. and Mrs. Dawson

have arguments--

who will have Jennie,
how many days--

but it was months ago;
everything is okay now.

Do you usually baby-sit Jennie
at your house at night?

No. Um, Mrs. Dawson,
she work late.

I had to go home
for my boys

so I bring Jennie.

What was Ms.
Dawson's mood?

Very, um... very tired.

She worry a lot.

About what...
her husband?

A-A boyfriend?

Maybe she has boyfriend.

She doesn't talk about
such things with me.

But... you noticed.

When does she see this guy?

Weeknights, weekends?

Weeknights, maybe.

Weekends she go to house
in Hamptons with Jennie.

That's all I know.

Okay, thank you for coming in

Ms. Wiazemsky.

Uh, the officer
will show you out.

Dawson has a boyfriend,
identity unknown.

Good for her.

Her husband has a
Smith & Wesson
.38 special

duly licensed.

We reached him in San Diego.

He says Ms. Dawson
kept custody of the weapon

for self-protection.

Is this going somewhere?

Far as I can tell, this is
a car wreck-- not our business.

The lab found

minute traces of gunpowder
residue on her coat.

Underline minute.

Ms. Dawson has no idea

how she ended up
on Staten Island.

Maybe the Belt Parkway
was jammed.

She decided to take
the long way home.

I checked the
traffic reports.

No traffic jams.

What are we saying
happened here?

We don't know.

But the woman
has access to a gun

there's a report
of a gunpowder smell...

From a child.

Something for the rest
of the class?

The mint wrapper
in the ashtray--

English brand, Dover's,
black peppermint--

very tangy, an acquired taste.

About $50 a box

only one U.S. distributor
with maybe 100 customers.

So she likes mints.

Unless a murder victim turns up,this is a car wreck.

Well, what about
a murder weapon?

Ms. Dawson

had possession
of a handgun

licensed to someone

she's legally
separated from.

That's a violation
right there--

and grounds
for a search warrant.

That's ridiculous.

Ms. Dawson wouldn't
have a gun in here.

She'd have to get it
past security.

You mean the old lady
downstairs

knitting a sweater?

Excuse me.

I'm Karen Milner.

I'm the office manager
for the division.

What's going on here?

We're executing
a search warrant.

The gentleman
has a copy.

A gun?!

Why on earth are you
looking for a gun here?

That's what we do.

We already searched
her home.

How well do you know
Ms. Dawson?

As well as anybody here.

She's a very honest person.

You happen to know
her boyfriend?

Elizabeth rarely discusses
her private life.

Meaning sometimes
she does?

Do you mind giving us
a couple of minutes?

So, what did
she tell you?

I mean, if she's as honest
as you say she is

you shouldn't have a problem
answering.

A few days ago,
I found her crying
in the ladies' room.

She was upset because she
thought her boyfriend
was cheating on her.

What, any details?

The boyfriend's name, or...

No. I think she
was embarrassed

to have even
said that much.

Sorry. I have to
get back to my desk.

Unlucky at love.

I hope she plays poker.

Yeah. You see
these invoices?

Uh-huh. From a
plumbing contractor.

It's for her house
in the Hamptons.

You notice the date?

Labor and materials

for work done
two Saturdays ago.

A plumber who
works weekends.

When the lady of the house
is in the house.

"Rob Palnick,
Plumbing Contractor.

Tottenville."

That's still on Staten Island,
isn't it?

They're keeping me
one more night
for observation.

Well, don't rush it.

We want you
back at 100%.

Uh, the earnings
estimate has to be
filed by end of the week.

We'll still waiting
for your signature.

Jack, I told Mr. Troy
I'm not signing

until certain issues
are addressed.

I know, he showed me your memo.

You should have come to me,
Elizabeth.

That would've been
a job-terminating move.

You can't actually
believe that

not after all these years
with the team.

Did your assistant
call you?

The police searched your office
this morning.

I heard they also
searched your home.

Oh, my God.

I don't understand
what they're doing.

You should be
very careful, Elizabeth.

Get yourself a lawyer.

And never forget

as much as you help us,
we can help you.

Mr. Palnick,
it's the police.

Excuse me!

Have you seen
Mr. Palnick?

His truck hasn't moved
since Tuesday night.

You saw him Tuesday?

I heard him come home
around half past 10:00.

Then I heard his TV go on.
Nothing since.

Want to take bets

those are from
a .38 Smith & Wesson?

I told you
I don't remember anything.

That's not the same
as denying it.

Of course
she denies it.

Misplacing her husband's handgun--

deny or don't
remember?

It was in the lock box at home.

The lock box
was empty.

I don't understand.

I didn't kill Rob.

I couldn't.

You met him while
you were still married?

No, after
I was separated.

He was...

You want a mint?

No, thank you.

You were saying about Rob?

He was very kind, very...

respectful.

He made me laugh.

Are you sure you don't want one?

They're real zesty.

They're English
black peppermint.

I had to special
order them.

I don't like peppermint.

Can she go on?

Sure.

Uh, uh, he made you laugh?

I'm not saying it was going
to turn into anything

but he was
the only real person I knew.

The people at work,
your friends--

they're not, uh, real?

It's different.

Are you sure you don't want

to take some mints home
for your daughter?

She doesn't like them.

I don't know why
I'm talking to you.

You're not even listening.

We listen.

We noticed you left out the part

about being upset
Rob was cheating on you.

What are you talking about?
Rob wasn't cheating.

Somebody found you crying

in the executive washroom.

You deny, or
don't remember?

We can help fill in the holes
for you.

You drove to Rob's place
to confront him.

No, I don't believe that.

You had an argument.

You lost
your temper.

It's not possible;
I'd remember...

Maybe you're blocking it.

Enough.
I-I don't...

The next word
my client says on record

will be
at her arraignment.

Are you sure?

Your bail can be revoked

if you miss
even one court appearance.

I can't believe
this is happening to me.

Elizabeth, we cannot
afford to make mistakes.

They have very compelling
circumstantial evidence.

Now, look, I got to go
back and talk to the ADA.

Are you going
to be all right?

Yeah, yeah.

Thanks.

Hello, is Jack Crawley there?

Can you interrupt him?

It's very important.

Tell him Elizabeth Dawson
needs to talk to him.

I was at the station
on Richmond Avenue

near Yukon Avenue.

I was filling up my car
with gas

and I saw
a silver SUV pull in.

What direction
was it coming from?

From the expressway.

That young woman was driving,
the one in the newspaper.

That's why I called the police
when I saw the paper.

And what did
the woman do?

She parked
near the phone booth.

She used the phone--
just for a minute--

then she got back in her car,
then she drove off.

What direction?

Back where
she came from.

Toward the expressway
to the city.

This was around
what time?

10:00, 10:15.

Can we get you anything?

Okay.

Dawson would have been
on her way to Palnick's

when she pulled
into the gas station.

She might have
tried calling him.

10:15, he wouldn't
have been home yet.

So, she turned around,
headed back to the city.

This guy's story
clears her.

Um...

Mr. Nelson, how did
you pay for your gas?

Cash-- $10.

Self-serve?

Which side of your car
is your gas tank?

You don't remember?

Because someone
usually fills it up for you?

You go to the
full service pump.

Your hands.

You keep them flat.

You have arthritis?

Hurts to
close them?

That's why you don't
pump your own gas.

I do what I have to.

I want to pull some records
on Mr. Nelson.

As we head into

the closing minutes
before the bell

one of the strongest
performers today

has been Mattawin Corporation
at three and a half percent--

coming on the heels
of a better-than-expected

earnings estimate
for the coming quarter.

And there is the closing bell

meaning Mattawin's
closing number for the day

is 86 and five-eighths.

Bonus time!

Congratulations, everyone.

We worked hard for this

worked as a team,
and we can enjoy

the rewards
as a team.

We've been climbing
this mountain, some of us

for 15 years.

The summit is in sight!

I have been to the
top of the mountain

and I'm here to tell you

the sky is even bluer
than you dreamed.

If we keep up
the hard work

keep believing in ourselves,
in our team

we'll see those blue skies
together.

Now, you notice we have a few
bottles of wine over here.

I don't know anything about this

but our friend Michael Gergen

tells me we have
some mighty fine wine.

Chateau Petrus 1946.

How much is this a bottle,
Michael?

$11,000.

Are you sure we'll have enough?

I ordered five cases.

Enjoy, everybody.

The phone booth records

show a one-minute call to
Palnick's number at 10:17

and the gas
station records

show a sale of
$10 worth of gas

at around the same time.

The old guy's story
checks out.

Ms. Dawson's off the hook.

Charles Berke'll be happy.

Who's Charles Berke?

He works at Mattawin,
same as Ms. Dawson.

He's an accountant.

Oh, and he's
our witness's son-in-law.

What's the implication here?
That Mattawin's trying
to help a key executive?

Except Nelson's
story checks out.

There was a call
to Palnick

from the phone booth
at the gas station.

There was a sale of
$10.00 worth of gas.

Then it's a coincidence
Mr. Nelson's son-in-law
works for Mattawin.

Except the cashier doesn't
remember Mr. Nelson.

Someone bought
ten dollars worth of gas

but it might not
have been Mr. Nelson.

Is it possible
Ms. Dawson did?

That she was laying
the ground work
for her own alibi

on her way to killing
Mr. Palnick?

We showed her photo
to the cashier

he doesn't
remember her

or her SUV.

Well if not Ms. Dawson,
nor Mr. Nelson, then who?

We have no idea.

Except the same day that
Mr. Nelson came to see us

Mattawin stock price jumped up
three and a half percent.

That would make it
two coincidences.

One more and it's
a conspiracy.

We issued a favorable
earnings estimate.

Simple as that.

Didn't your friends
at the SEC tell you?

They did.

Well, they were right.

They also told us you
filed the estimate

at the last
possible day.

Was there a problem
getting it out?

Just our legal departmentdoing their usual due diligence.

Our friends at the SEC
sent us a copy of the estimate.

There's a list
of signatures at the end.

The first name's yours.

Well, because I'm the CFO.

That's the Chief
Financial Officer.

That's right, CFO, CEO...

VPCF...

I'm not familiar
with that acronym.

Oh, I just made it up.

Yeah, uh, Vice-President
of Corporate Finance.

That's what Elizabeth Dawson is.

Her signature's on here, too.

It's required by the SEC.

Even though she's
accused of murder?

There is a presumption
of innocence.

What happens if,
for some reason

Ms. Dawson hadn't signed?

Well then we couldn't file
the earnings estimate

and the SEC
would want to know why.

There's be an inquiry.

That's what our friends
at the SEC told us.

I tried to read this.

You guys,
you make a lot of money.

What is it exactly
Mattawin does?

We buy and sell
land and water rights.

Buy and sell
land and water.

Pretty much covers everything.

It seems that most
of your profits came from

your investment in something
called Tuxedo Hill.

Is that some kind of
land development?

Uh, no.

Uh, do you mind?

The blueprint
for a house.

Yes.

Antigua, is that
offshore?

That's offshore.

Uh, I know that's

a dirty word
these days, but...

You must be doing well,
Mr. Crawley.

I'm not in this for my health.

Are we done here?

Uh, no.

What is Tuxedo Hill?

Our friends at the SEC

they couldn't tell us
anything about it.

The Tuxedo Hill Group

is a special-purpose
partnership

capitalized by
third-party equity

to hedge certain
Mattawin assets.

We have no idea
what you just said.

Unfortunately

I don't have
time to give you

a primer in capital
assets management

so if you'll excuse me...

Look at that water.

Is this off the coast
of Antigua?

Uh... yeah.

It's paradise.

Oh, this is that

gorgeous woman that
we met last time, Karen...

Karen Milner.

Is this at
a company picnic?

Uh, no.

Ms. Milner and I are engaged.

Now you know the big secret
around the water cooler.

I don't where
that match was made

but it wasn't in heaven.

What a snake oil merchant.

The snake oil he's selling
is Tuxedo Hill.

He wasn't anxious
to give us the recipe.

Maybe there's a place we
can find the ingredients.

Internet chat rooms
for stock-pickers.

I've been trying for a month

to get a straight answer
about Tuxedo Hill.

The whole thing
doesn't make sense.

Tuxedo Hill's supposed to use
third-party equity--

outside investors--
to protect Mattawin's assets.

But, to me, it doesn't look likethose assets are being covered.

And the company rep told
my broker, "Don't worry

it's probably just
an accounting mistake."

Your broker was happy
with that explanation?

He told me the company
rep even brought it up

with the VP of
Corporate Finance.

Elizabeth Dawson.

Yes.

He said she was going
to follow up on it.

Well, I don't know what you're
worried about, Mr. Winnick.

Mattawin stock keeps going up.

Yeah, sure.

Except I got
a little crystal ball

called the credit-
protection market.

It's where banks
and big lenders go

to buy insurance
on their loans.

And the price of insurance
on loan to Mattawin
has been going up.

Banks see Mattawin
as a bad credit risk?

But are they going
to tell the average man?

No way.

These bastards.

They're like a bunch
of frat boys playing
crooked poker

only they're using
our money.

Well, maybe some subpoenas

will get us a seat
at that poker game.

I looked at all the filings,
disclosures, and offerings.

Bottom line is, these
outside investors

Tuxedo Hill's
supposed to have

they don't exist.

The investors are
Mattawin executives

and board members
using Mattawin stock.

I don't understand.

All you need
to know is

Mattawin uses
Tuxedo Hill

to hide losses and
generate paper profits

which they count
as actual profits.

To boost Mattawin's
stock prices.

They're taking air out
of the Mattawin balloon

to fill the Tuxedo
Hill balloon

which is being used to
fill the Mattawin balloon.

They're just pushing
hot air around.

A Ponzi scheme.

Close.

The numbers are big.
Hundreds of millions.

And this is what
they needed

Ms. Dawson
to sign off on.

Then it's time
to go after Mattawin
and Tuxedo Hill.

And all the entities

they spun out
of Tuxedo Hill.

There's a dozen other companies

one for each category of assets.

You got mineral rights,
residential real estate,
transportation...

PoolTrans.

From Mattawin's fleet--
cars, trucks

small boats...

We need a search warrant
for a private jet.

The DA got every piece of paper
from the regulatory agencies.

Legal says the next wave
of subpoenas'll

come by the end of the week.

This time they'll
be knocking on our door.

I want to make it clear

we intend to comply
with any subpoena

and give them
everything we have.

I understand perfectly, Jack.

Everything we have
when they hand us the subpoena.

We'll need to see your flight
manifest for that week.

Yeah, it's aboard the plane.

Well, it's
a tight fit.

Fine for me.

Yeah, Tuesday morning.

I picked up two passengers
in Memphis and flew them here.

Arrival time was 8:30.

And Tuesday night?

Uh, back to Memphis
with the same two gentleman.

Departure time
was 1:20 a.m.

It's a tight fit in here.

Do you have any mints?

Uh...

Who were these
two gentlemen?

Mattawin employees.

The names aren't
on the manifest?
No.

We had instructions
to pick them up
in Memphis.

It's Dover's.

It's the Rolls-Royce
of mints.

I thought you might
stock these.

PoolTrans was on the customer
list the distributor sent us.

What's he
going to do?

Look for evidence

you transported two murderers.

She has no memory of pulling
into that gas station.

But if that's
what your witness

said she did,
that's what she did.

And the murder charge
should be set aside.

That's up to
my counterpart
on Staten Island.

My concern is
something else
entirely.

And what is that?

Um...

quid pro quo.

One hand washing
the other.

Mattawin's earnings
estimate.

This is your,
your signature.

You traded it for a witnesswho'd, uh, get you off the hook.

If you're
implying

she was suborning perjury...

We know why you wouldn't
sign in the first place.

I mean, you knew that Mattawin
was using Tuxedo Hill

to cook the books.

You tried to do
the ethical thing.

Then along came this murder rap.

They offered to help you.

Witness-in-a-can.

As long as you sign this.

Elizabeth, we don't
have to listen to this.

No... they're right.

We are such a crooked company
we deserve to get caught.

I knew in my gut
that I hadn't killed Rob

but I was desperate.

I was thinking of Jennie.

I called Jack Crawely...

I swear, I did not kill Rob.

We happen to believe you.

It's the mints.

The one's that
you don't like.

The one's from the company jet.

We found the same wrapper
in your truck.

Somebody left it there.

The same somebody
who knocked you unconscious

outside your nanny's house.

Who rolled your car
into the ditch.

Who stole the gun
from your home

and shot Rob Palnick.

They planted
just enough evidence

to implicate you.

And just enough evidence

to form a basis
for an alibi.

You were damned
with one hand

and saved
with the other

just to get your signature
on a piece of paper.

Those sons of bitches.

But we're curious
as to the motive

of their financial shenanigans.

Was it to increase the value
of their Mattawin stock?

That wouldn't help them.

They have stock options.

They're locked in.

They can't sell them
without letting the SEC know.

And then that would start
a run on the company.

No, it had to be the bonuses.

They get bonuses every time
Mattawin stock

hits a target price.

How much, these bonuses?

Walter Troy got $10.5 million
and Jack Crawley, $7.5.

Michael Gergen, $3.3...

For this, they killed Rob.

He never did anything to them.

What were they thinking?!

I doubt they gave it
any thought at all.

We need to pry
this murder conspiracy apart.

Elizabeth Dawson alone
won't get us there.

Her credibility is tainted.

We need another way
to get to Jack Crawley.

So far he's been able
to insulate himself.

There might be one thing
he left flapping in the wind.

It's what I told you
the first time.

She was in the bathroom,
she was crying

she thought her boyfriend
was cheating on her.

Don't you people
take notes?

Ms. Dawson says
it never happened.

Why would I lie about
something like that?

To make her look guilty.

To give her a motive for
killing her boyfriend.

And why in the world
would I do that?

Because your fiance
Jack Crawley asked you to.

Jack is the smartest, most
dedicated man I've ever met.

He built Mattawin into a
winner through hard work

and pure business genius.

Not mention a little
smoke, a few mirrors...

If had any doubts
about Mattawin

I wouldn't have
invested my savings

nor that of my parents
into the company.

That's a cute dog.

Isn't he cute?

What's his name?

Ebit.

Ebit?

Is that because he's
such an itty-bitty
little doggie?

No.

Jack came up with it.

He said it's the first thing
he learned in business school.

It's short for Ebitda--

Earning Before Interest,
Taxes...

Depreciation,
Amortization.

Look at this collar,
it's diamonds.

It's stunning.

Yes.

Jack surprised me with it.

Why, he has excellent taste.

Yes.

But I nearly spoiled
the surprise.

How's that?

I walked in on him whenhe was ordering it on the phone.

Really? What'd you
hear him say?

I heard him say that
he wanted to buy a collar.

That's funny.

You heard him on the phone
buying a collar.

What's so funny about that?

He was ordering it
from a catalogue.

Diamonds and dogs.

All the best friends
a girl needs.

Crawley bought
a lot of collars
the last six months.

He did?

We need material
witness warrants

for Jack Crawley
and Karyn Milner.

We're throwing them
an engagement party.

I made it clear I was
happy to cooperate

with your investigation.

The witness warrant
was unnecessary.

It was the D.A.'s idea.
What can I say?

Please, have a seat.

The questions
that I have for you

have to do with the way
Mattawin calculates earnings.

I don't know
anything about that.

I'm not an accountant.

I don't understand
what you need to...

But you...

What's Jack doing here?

Just listen, Ms. Milner.

...about the questions
being raised

on the way Mattawin
calculates profits.

The district attorney
and the SEC

they'll have their accountants
and we'll have ours.

It'll be dueling accountants.

And you're saying
that you don't understand

how Mattawin
calculates earnings?

No, I'm saying that I rely

on what the accountants
and auditors tell me.

And they told me
it was appropriate.

Well, don't you read
your own financial statements?

I'll let you in on corporate
America's dirty secret.

Financial statements
are Rubik's Cubes.

Confusion and mystery
are built into the design.

They're meant to be inscrutable

unknowable.

Then how does
a guy like me

know what stocks to buy?

Ask your Aunt Minnie.

She knows as
much as anyone.

The market is
20% perception

80% emotion.

Do you think
that high-tech crashed

because people
stopped using computers?

No, it was fear.

It was a bubble...

My dear detective

it's all a bubble--
the Dow, the Nasdaq, the Amex--

it's all one big bubble

that floats on the dreamsand ambitions of every American.

It may contract, it may expand
but it will never burst...

because of the ingenuity
of the American capitalist.

Well, you've given me a lot
to think about, Mr. Crawley.

Um... you know,
I'll be right back.

This is a smart man
you're marrying.

I know.

Would you like
to join him?

We're almost done.

Yes, I'd like to.

Have a seat.

We just have
a few things to cover.

Ms. Milner heard
what you had to say

and I imagine she had much
the same reaction as I do.

Your words...

filled me
with confidence.

If I had money right now

I'd buy Mattawin stock,
wouldn't you?

Without a doubt.

That's why you
invested your pension

in Mattawin.

You work for a company,
you invest in the company.

I'm sure all the employees did.

Of course.

Because management
encouraged you

to buy stock,
to lock in pension plan

in the company's bright future.

Yes.

And you...

you own millions of dollars
of Mattawin stock options.

I don't keep track
of their exact worth.

But you hold onto those stocks

because, you know,
you believe in the company.

And if you sold them

you'd have to report it
to the SEC and that would

send a terrible signal
out into the investment
community.

Yes.

The only reason why you'd sell

is if you thought Mattawin
was in serious trouble...

which it isn't.

That's correct.

Your fiancee told us you bought
a collar a few months ago.

A dog collar, for her dog.

Oh. Yes... no.

Of course.

You thought I was talking about
another collar, didn't you?

No. I don't... No.

It's another new expression
that I've learned

"buying a collar."

Want to explain
to your fiancee
what it means?

Maybe I should.

It means collaring your positionon your stock options.

It's a... a quiet way

of dumping
your stocks without
sending up a flare

as to what you're doing.

That's something

you've done a lot of
the last six months.

In fact...

you've sold
all your Mattawin stock.

For a net profit of $73 million.

He didn't tell you?

Maybe he was waiting
for your wedding night.

You sold it all?

Karyn...

You told me to put everything
I had into the company

everything my parents had.

And all this time
you've been selling.

It doesn't matter,
we'll be married.

After he makes
you sign a pre-nup.

You bastard.

You weasel!

You never even cared about me.

No. No!

He told me to lie to you
about Elizabeth.

He set her up.

He said that she...

she wasn't a team player.

A team player, yeah.

The team was a lie.

A lie.

Well....

Put your hands behind
your back, please.

No.

Look, I can give you names.

Too late.

There's the
closing bell.

The Memphis people,
I can get you their names.

Jack Crawley, you're
under arrest for murder.

No! Look, I'll
give you Walter Troy

and Michael Gergen.
Gergen knew!

Your trading days
are over, Mr. Crawley.

No! No!

Look, you're going to need me.

And what can you offer

to make up for the misery
you prepared to wreak

on thousands of people
who trusted you?

What fanatics do to us
with guns and bombs

you tried to do
with an accounting trick.

Don't you think for a minute
that you deserve

anything better than they do.

I'm going to make
an announcement to the press.

And then I'm going
to call my broker.