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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.

Sammie says if I wanna make friends

I have to look like I belong.

Uh-huh.

You have to bring all your good jewelry?

You brought all your watches.

It's them.

Oh, okay. - Wait, wait, wait.

Did I tell you that Bernard is going to introduce me

to the Donald?

About 50 times.

I prefer A Hero's Journey. It's...

It's so much more involving.

Bernard, the concept of heroes and villains

is so dated.

More champagne.

Bernard.

That German guy...

just invited me to the Hamptons this weekend.

Ooh.

Well, you could do worse.

He owns a shipyard.

Bernard...tell Marcel to leave me alone.

Sammie! I want to dance.

They pretend not to like each other.

I suppose they think I'll be jealous.

I'm about to pass out on my feet.

Oh, oh! Honey...

Well, I can fix that.

Come with me.

We're not talking about drugs, are we?

We're talking espresso, my friend!

Oh, drugs are for people

who don't know how to have a good time.

Russ.

Uh, yeah?

Your report looked a little screwy,

so I ran the numbers.

Whoa! Heh.

Good catch. Thanks.

You okay?

Uh, yeah. Just, uh, caught a bug.

You need to party less, buddy.

Where's Monica? I have her drink.

Oh, she's in the powder room.

Can't shake that flu.

I got it myself.

Aww.

Oh, my God!

We have to get out of here.

What is it? What's wrong? - Come on!

I'll get Bernard.

Monica! Monica, what's wrong?!

Tell me! No! No!

No! Oh, no! Oh, no!

No!

They been squatting here since last week.

Every time I try to get 'em out,

the lady takes a swing at me.

Police, open up.

Come on, you junkies. Get out of here.

Okay, lady, get your clothes.

Sir.

Sir?

My husband is a very important bank president.

Don't touch him! He needs his rest!

His final rest.

He's D.O.A.

Sweetie?

Honey?

Honey? Wake up!

All they had were their skivvies.

Turns out Mr. Corbett's a bank president

from Grand Rapids, missing since last Thursday.

Mr. Moody's a lawyer for the bank.

What was Mr. Corbett doing in the city?

He was on a six-month stint at our corporate office.

Any drug incidents in his personnel file?

No. I don't know why they'd be at the hotel.

The bank leased him a very nice townhouse

on the West Side.

Thanks.

From townhouse to flophouse.

Fresh tracks.

Look at these bruises.

It's probably from being beaten.

And then there's thisinteresting crescent-shaped cut

on his arm.

You got a timeline on his drug use?

He's a new recruit.

Cause of death was respiratory arrest

from an overdose.

His tan is even between his fingers.

Spray on.

He got his eyebrows waxed.

I doubt he picked up metrosexual grooming tips

in Grand Rapids.

There was a party.

They didn't see it.

Who--who didn't see it?

Russ.

Where's Russ?

Mrs. Corbett, you said "they"?

Sammie, Bernard, they didn't see it.

She's lucky to be alive.

The amount of heroin in her system

should have been enough to kill her.

To kill her?

They might have used heroin

to chemically restrain them over the long weekend.

While their nice townhouse sat empty.

This is one of our most distinguished properties.

It was designed by Stanford White--

Oh, my God. Oh, no!

Somebody had a busy weekend.

This--this place was a masterpiece.

Look, they even took the light fixtures.

I see.

Yeah, I've never seen a burglary

quite like this one.

I--I think they actually stole the toilet.

Something was up here.

The Venus ceiling.

Venus on a half shell.

Yeah, it was a one-of-a-kind pressed tin ceiling.

I'm gonna call my office.

Same story upstairs.

They took everything but the light bulbs.

Everything in five days.

Even Venus.

The neighbor saw a truck parked out front all weekend.

Maybe a half dozen guys. Nobody said boo.

Car, watches, china, art.

This gang used the whole buffalo.

Anybody at the bank know who the Corbetts

were socializing with?

They hooked up with some party crowd

a couple weeks after getting here.

Corbett started missing meetings.

His work got sloppy.

Fast lane isn't for everybody.

Phone records? Lot of calls to no-name cell phones.

Nice.

Shouldn't be too hard to unload this stuff.

Well, yeah.

They'd get the best price

from someone restoring a Stanford White building.

This website tracks renovations

of architecturally important buildings in the city.

You just passed it. Harlem.

Stanford White row house.

138th Street.

It is beautiful,

but since it's not original to the house,

I'm not interested.

You sure there's no tin ceiling in this house?

Positive.

Just...

There's a cone nail. A new cone nail.

That's what they used for tin ceilings.

That nail is probable cause for a search warrant.

So you can tell us now

or after we slap on the handcuffs.

Okay, look, I didn't know that the ceiling was stolen.

I just got a call yesterday. I went to take a look.

It was exquisite.

Who were they?

I don't know. Two guys.

I met 'em in SoHo, corner of Crosby and Howard.

They had it in a blue van.

And you didn't think it was stolen?

We'll get somebody over here.

Keep an eye on Venus till she can be transported.

He's only here for three months,but he's very eager for company.

Now, what about that other thing?

Marcel--

Don't question me.

You make the big screw-ups.

Those hicks should be dead.

What are you doing with that watch?

I like it.

You better not let him see you--

You're the one to be careful.

Look at you, Hilary.

An old whore with no tricks.

No blue van.

A boot scraper.

You know, the cut on Russ Corbett's arm...

Dried blood.

Sounds like a party.

I am so sorry.

I don't know what happened.

We'll set up another appointment?

Uh, excuse me.

Was there a party in this building

last Thursday night?

The police--just the people I wanna talk to.

Come with me.

Look at this.

They even took the faucets.

Have you ever seen anything like this?

Matter of fact...

Where are the owners?

In South America.

He's been subletting it to this screenwriter,

Wes Banyon.

Uh-huh, and where is he now?

M.I.A.

And three months late on his rent.

I got permission to show the place.

Today I come in, find this.

Loose fan belt.

Pry marks.

They tried to move it.

The screenwriter-- describe him.

Mid-30s, black hair, goatee.

Ooh.

Fade out, Mr. Banyon.

Talked to Wes three weeks ago.

Got him a rewrite job. No can do.

Busy on a spec script. A big secret.

Now this. Very upsetting.

All right, Mr. Potter. Thank you very much.

Very important voice. Tragic.

Broken up--very.

Rest of the body turned up.

The M.E. matched this head to a body

that they found in Staten Island last week.

Head and hands had been cut off.

Now, the body is bruised, probably from a fight.

Fits with the cause of death.

Blunt force trauma to the back of the head.

Except for finding his head...

he might never have been identified.

Eames.

1985?

No kidding. Thank you very much.

A banker, a screenwriter,

and now a missing heiress.

Latent found a fresh print on the vegetable bin.

Belongs to a Hilary Marsden.

Her parents reported her missingin 1985.

In Hong Kong.

God, my parents spent a fortunetrying to find my sister.

If Hilary were alive, she would have contacted us.

There's no mistake, Mala.

It's her fingerprint, and it's recent.

The missing persons report

mentions Hilary was getting married?

Yeah. She called us from Hong Kong.

Said she had met her soul mate,

and she sounded so happy.

Then we didn't hear from her again.

That must have been hard for you, huh?

You were young when your sister disappeared.

It must have made the world

a frightening place for you, huh?

Is this supposed to be her?

You know...older, blonder.

I saw that woman at a party a few weeks ago.

I didn't think it could be Hilary.

I just...couldn't get her out of my head.

Whose party was it?

Um, a friend gave my name to a party service.

They fax me invitations, and...

I meet a lot of interesting people.

Sometimes they buy my art.

Her name's Hilary Marsden, Mr. Fremont, with a "D."

She might be blonde now.

Sorry, I don't recognize her.

What about your guest list database?

Maybe she's on it.

Uh, this way.

We have thousands of names.

If I like someone's look or personality,

I add them to our list.

Uh, Sammie, I need you to find

a number for these detectives.

Hilary Marsden, with a "D."

You know, Sammie...

we--we met someone who has friends

named Sammie and Bernard.

I'm Bernard.

Who's been talking about us?

Your friend Monica Corbett.

Monica and, uh... ah, Russ.

We added them to our list because

Russ has a goodish sort of job.

You aren't friendly with them?

They're very polite, but, uh...

they're not our sort.

Oh, I think that they want to be your sort.

He wax--he waxes his eyebrows.

He also copies

your spray-on tan.

Detective, you outed him.

He pays a lot of money for that tan.

I hate my English pallor!

Russ is very smitten with Bernard.

He has a boy crush on him.

Oh, Sammie thinks that everyoneis madly in love with me.

Oh, I--I'm afraid to ask.

Has...something happened to Russ and Monica?

Oh, yes. They were abducted.

And, uh...drugged.

While their townhouse was being stripped.

Are they...all right?

Monica's in a psychiatric ward,

and Russ died of a heroin overdose.

So, no, they're not all right.

How 'bout that database?

The loft was rented toa screenwriter named Wes Banyon.

Do you know him?

No.

Is there someone else back here?

Blonde woman?

That was me.

No, no, no. She was...

she was at the fax machine.

There's only Sammie, Marcel, and me.

I didn't find a Hilary Marsden.

Is this yours too?

Salon AKS

on Madison Avenue.

It's for chemically damaged hair.

You dye your hair?

Sammie...tell the truth.

Bernard insists my hair

be a very particular shade of blonde.

I make so few demands.

Tell Monica that we're very sorry

for her misfortune, Detective...

Goren.

Goren, Eames.

20 years of hair salons

says that's not a dye job.

But somebody who went from brunette to blonde

would need a special conditioner.

Bernard looked like he knew our names.

Don't flatter yourself.

Yes, Hil's my client.

She used to be a very pretty girl.

Why? Something happen to her?

She's had a lot of work.

Figure enhancements, facial...restructuring.

And, my God, what we do to her hair.

She's very finicky about the color.

What'd she talk about when she was in the chair?

She's in real estate.

She's always asking me if I know any clients

who are looking for short-term rentals.

High-end clients from out of town?

I get referrals from the best hotels.

You have an address or a number for her?

I messengered some products to her,

to a Chinese restaurant on Mott Street.

She lives upstairs.

My sister?

She saw you at a party.

How did you get back in the country?

My mother's Irish. We have dual citizenship.

I use my Irish passport.

I didn't want to deal with my parents.

They spent a lot of money to find you.

I'm sure they did.

And I'm sure they couldn't care less.

You told them you were marrying your soul mate.

That didn't work out, that's all.

My partner has famously bad taste in men.

Married liars. That's my...special torture.

Oh, it's nothing like that.

The man I fell in love with

is the most fascinating, intelligent, sensitive--

The problem was me.

And do you know him?

He's a writer. Wes Banyon.

He--he wanted to sublet his loft.

You've been in his loft?

Yeah, I do a very detailed inspection

of every property I represent.

Why, did he say I did something wrong?

Wes was murdered.

Every stick of furniture in his apartment stolen.

Except for the fridge we found his head in.

Oh, my God. That's terrible.

Hmm.

You ever meet these people?

Russ and Monica Corbett?

They were abducted outside Banyon's loft.

Their place was stripped too,

floorboards to rafters.

No, I never met them.

You know, I just thought of the perfect cover

for someone who's scouting victims for a gang of thieves.

Real estate agent?

You can chat up the marks.

Find out where they live.

Find out how much money they make.

Size up their furnishings.

Is that what you did

to Wes Banyon?

Corbetts?

I don't know the Corbetts,

and Wes Banyon didn't have a pot to piss in.

Are we finished?

Ms. Marsden hired a lawyer for her sister.

She had a very plausible explanation

for why her fingerprint was on Mr. Banyon's refrigerator.

She has a plausible explanation

for every coincidence.

What are we dealing with here?

Some kind of Manson family?

If the Manson family shopped on Madison Avenue.

Marcel, you're almost out of Creme de Menthe.

Let us toast.

To no more mistakes.

We've been making mistakes,

and when I say "we," I mean you.

You let that woman live, Hilary.

That was a mistake.

But not a stupid mistake.

You make stupid mistakes!

Leaving a severed head where police can find it.

Letting Hilary get caught.

Who...needs her?

The old whore!

But Sammie

had the brilliant idea

of contacting Mala

to get Hilary out of jail.

We're lucky Mala's our sort.

Bernard...

I--I can't move my arms.

Ah, let me help you.

You...

Mala, come here.

Did I tell you how pretty you look tonight?

Now take both ends of the tie.

Uh-huh.

See how little pressure it takes to kill a man?

Oh, she's a natural.

I met Hilary at the Four Seasons hotel.

She invited me to a gallery opening.

Where you met Bernard and Sammie?

Yes.

Russ and I, it was our dream

to come and live in New York.

Bernard and Sammie were a part of that dream.

Bernard ever talk about his life?

No.

Whenever we would ask him a direct question,

he'd make a joke.

A joke?

He'd say,

"Soon you'll know more

than you everwanted to know about me," or...

"You'll brag to your friends that you knew me."

She can't remember how she got in the hotel,

who drugged her?

We started pulling robbery-homicide cold cases

involving out-of-towners.

Two years ago, Belgian couple,

rented house in Connecticut,

came to the city for a big weekend.

Found unconscious in Central Park.

They'd been doped with roofies

while their house was being gutted.

Here's another one.

Australian executive last summer

found dead off Canal Street of a heroin overdose.

They hit his rental in the Hamptons.

Find rich tourists, dope 'em up, take 'em down.

The only deviation is Wes Banyon.

We have any background on these characters?

Bernard's a Brit.

Became a U.S. citizen by marrying Eileen Fremont

six years ago.

Two years later, he moved to New York.

His wife is still in London.

Far as we know, they're still married.

This is interesting.

From the two-seven aboutan office robbery two weeks ago.

Look who the complainant names as a suspect.

Wesley Banyon?

Wasn't he already dead two weeks ago?

Give a man a place to work, and he steals.

It was like this when you found it?

The whole place was.

You know what he was working on?

A screenplay.

He said it would redefine him in the business.

I saw one page of it.

It had somebody setting a corpse on fire.

Did he write with a typewriter?

Yeah, an IBM Selectric.

Sounded like a tank.

That's what this ribbon's from.

The cartridge of a Selectric.

Not many places to unload those.

Turned up at a typewriter storein the Flatiron Building.

Guy there said somebody

who looked like Bernard's friend Marcel

brought it in.

Got 50 bucks for it.

Have latent take a look at it.

See what other prints turn up.

I totally forgot I need an eye exam.

I'm just copying down the letters

the same as they are on the ribbon.

And once we know what his script is about,

then--then we'll know, uh, why he was killed.

See, I'd rather know who.

Eames.

Where?

Okay, we'll be there.

Homicide in the West Village.

The witness who found the bodyis asking for "Inspector" Goren.

His name's Marcel Costas.

The manager said this man, Mr. Fremont,

told him he hadn't heard from his friend in a few days,

and asked him to open the apartment.

I didn't know who else to call.

It's horrible.

Who would do such a thing?

Well, maybe we can think of some ideas downtown, huh?

If that's an invitation... accepted.

Marcel and I met a year ago.

Over ties at Sulka.

He had flawless taste in neckwear.

You were close friends?

I don't think it was possible

to be really close to Marcel.

But he was very loyal.

And, uh, a good extra man at dinner.

Though he never really favored the ladies.

Marcel liked to maintain

the illusion that he was straight, but I know

that he preferred the... rough types.

But you--you're married.

Yes.

To dear, sweet Eileen. She lives in London.

She look like Sammie-- busty, you know,

cheekbones, blonde?

What a peculiar question.

We just know that you favor that type.

One--one of the girls, she dyed her hair.

She went under the knife to look more like your type.

What was her name? Hilary Marsden?

Her again?

I do not know her.

Uh...

You speak another language?

Well, some French, of course.

And Italian and--

No, no, another, like an Asian language.

No, because I noticedyou have a slight glottal stop.

Very good, detective.

My father was in the foreign service in Taiwan.

And I learned Mandarin in grammar school.

Chinese. Really?

You know, that's a coincidence.

We have a Chinese restaurant we go to lunch at.

They're goofin' with me.

The name is in Chinese.

And they won't tell me the name of their restaurant.

Do you think you could tell me what it is?

"Uncle Shanghai's Fragrant Kitchen."

Uncle Shanghai's Fragrant Kitchen.

Could you say it in Chinese?

Good day.

For your amusement...

Saang hai suo suo shaang tsu fang.

Now you have absolutely everything you need from me.

You hit a nerve.

But which one?

He spoke Chinese with an accent.

But not a European accent.

With the accent...

of another Asian language.

Bangkwang Prison?

Yeah, in Thailand.

That's his accent. That's where Bernard grew up.

That's where he learned Chinese.

The script that Wes Banyon was writing...

It's about Bernard.

Let him have his fun.

It's the only way to keep a man.

Come on, it's a party, not a wake.

Hilary, Bernard is taking me to Miami!

There's a bikini sale at Bergdorf's!

Oh, you can both take her shopping tomorrow, hmm?

You know what I like.

Bangkok Times, 1988.

Ah, my skin's already crawling.

I see Nicole Wallace.

And is that who I think it is with her?

Bernard Fremont.

A.K.A. Thierry Gervais.

Just after they were arrested for murder

at the Bangkok airport.

Fremont's French, he's not British.

He grew up in Thailand. He was Nicole's boyfriend.

He taught her how to kill.

He's the school of murder.

"Mr. Gervais, alias Bernard Fremont,

was released from prison after serving eight years."

And Nicole served 10

for the same murders.

Ms. Wallace didn't have a well-connected

American heiress greasing the wheels of justice

on her behalf.

What have you come up with on Marcel's murder?

Drugged with Rohypnol before being strangled.

Latent found the prints of five known male prostitutes

in the bedroom.

We're finding what Bernard wants us to find.

Monica Corbett survived.

You found Mr. Banyon's head.

He didn't make those mistakes.

That's why Marcel is dead. It's punishment.

Then find a mistake he did make.

And, by the way, I'm sure it's occurred to you

he might be in touch with... Nicole Wallace?

The tourist murders in Thailand

all have the same M.O.

Except for Bernard and Nicole getting caught at the airport

with the passports of two victims,

they were perfect crimes.

"Her betrayal"?

Who betrayed who?

When Bernard was arrested at the airport,

where were the passports?

He was traveling with Nicole.

The passports were found

in their...luggage.

Seems like a rookie mistake.

Unless they were set up.

Hilary met him

in 1985?

Her "soul mate."

Three years later, he's with Nicole.

Hilary was jealous.

She planted the passports.

Then she rescued him from jail.

She's still in love with him.

I wonder if she knows Nicole's been in New York.

Old jealousies never die.

Yeah!

Thank you.

He's just training her, that's all.

Yeah, well, I don't like her.

I don't like the way she looks at me.

Well, this is a surprise.

You said you didn't know Hilary Marsden.

Well, my friends know me as Hilary Dobbs, so...

We just saw your sister.

With Bernard. They look pretty chummy.

Well, if you're just here to harass us--

You, know, uh...

Bernard...he told us that he thinks that, uh,

it was one of Marcel's dates that killed him.

We were hoping you could

come down to the station, look at some photos.

We never really met any of Marcel's dates.

You know, we'd really like to close this case.

Bernard was so sure that it was one of them.

He'd love to know

you helped us.

I met them.

Marcel was more open with me. I'll look at the photos.

Sammie-- Come on.

Come on, Hilary.

I don't recognize any of them, I told you.

This one.

I saw him with Marcel maybe three weeks ago at a party.

Marcel said he was a real lowlife.

That's what he liked about him.

-Really? -Well, that's Detective Carmine.

I doubt he's been hustling on the side.

You were right.

Hilary knew better.

Better training, more experience.

Bernard taught you all the tricks.

You must be the one he loves.

He loves me more.

Shut up. They're playing us.

I don't care, it's true. He's my soul mate.

We're gonna be married.

Well, he's Hilary's soul mate too.

Isn't that right, Hilary?

He'd never marry her. He makes fun of her.

All the work she's had.

How her boob job came out crooked.

Well, if you're his soul mate,

what's he doing with Hilary's sister?

He's using her.

Will you shut up?

Hilary, it--

Why don't you get up, go back downstairs?

No, I'm not going without Sammie.

No, see, you are leaving and she's staying.

A little thing about lying to the police. Hilary...

She doesn't know anything.

Marcel did the Corbetts.

Bernard didn't know anything about it.

And Wes Banyon, Bernard was working with him,

and Marcel got insanely jealous

and he killed Banyon.

Marcel was unstable.

He was a danger to Bernard, so...

So I killed him.

Bernard and Sammie had nothing to do with it.

Sammie, let's go.

Well, that was very bold.

You knew that she'd break.

Implicate Bernard.

But you don't believe that we actually think

he's innocent, do you?

We know all about his work in Thailand.

He paid his debt. He earned his freedom.

You earned it for him.

It must kill you to see him with Sammie,

and Mala.

Well, at least he's not with Nicole.

Those tactics might work on Sammie.

They won't work on me.

You know, we found out that plastic surgery in Thailand

is very cheap.

Is that what you did while you were waiting for him

to get out of...jail?

You knew that he was missing Nicole.

So...you remade yourself

in the image of his true soul mate?

He just likes blondes.

Do you know why he's here in New York?

'Cause Nicole is here.

He knows that.

And that's how he knows our names.

From newspaper clippings of the work that she did here.

It's a shame.

After you tried to get rid of her all those years ago.

What are you talking about?

When they were arrested at the airport in Thailand

with the passports you planted in the luggage.

Me? I was 400 miles away in Phuket when they got arrested.

Nicole put the passports in the suitcase.

She wanted Bernard arrested.

She wanted to leave him, but she was afraid

that would come after her!

So she got herself arrested with him?

Well, I'm sure that wasn't part of the plan, no.

No, no.

He taught her everything she knew.

She was loyal to him.

Don't you know her at all?

About her father?

Nicole hates men.

Okay, you're right. She would turn on him.

Does he know?

She's his creation.

He thinks she's perfect. Poor Bernard.

"Poor Bernard." He's a monster.

A monster?

Look at him.

He comes to New York.

Everybody wants to know him.

Everybody wants to be his friend.

Because he's special.

He makes you feel special.

And that is the story that Wes Banyon

was hired to write!

A Hero's Journey.

Hilary, don't throw your life away.

It's done! Marcel and I did the killings.

Now I want a lawyer.

If she wants to fall on your sword for Mr. Fremont,

who are we to stop her?

Alone or not,

she's murdered at least three people

that we know of.

Banyon was writing Bernard's life story.

I don't think he got what he--

he bargained for.

"I treat killing like a business,

"as impersonal...

as a handshake."

Now, does that sound like the words of a hero?

It's absurd. I live here, minding the laws.

Making an honest living.

Can't say the same for your friends.

We had Hilary Marsden-- Dobbs, whatever--

in here.

She gave this statement.

Love makes some people commit outrageous acts

in the name of loyalty.

I'm curious about this screenplay

that Wes Banyon wrote about you.

It was excellent.

It was...mythic.

Mythic? Mm-hmm.

I'd love to read it.

Wes wouldn't let me have a copy.

He made me come to his office to read it.

Did it mention the languages that you speak?

And my travels and my trysts

with the most beautiful women in the Far East.

Your good taste in clothes.

In all things.

And my uncanny ability

to always come out on top.

Except for your eight years in prison.

A judicial mistake that I corrected.

I don't dwell. I move forward.

Is Nicole in it?

She'd have to be.

Have you heard from her lately?

Nicole is a fugitive.

Thanks to you two.

And, no, she'd never put me in that kind of danger.

She's...very protective.

Well, you'd be very proud of your star pupil.

I can't take the credit.

She's a...natural.

She's very adept in poisons.

Is that something that you taught her?

I'll take a pass on that.

I've asked myself

what she would have been like if...

if she'd never run into you.

I guess not very different.

As they say, detective,

nature will out.

I'd love to see how Banyon portrayed her

in the screenplay.

Wes...

did our relationship justice.

He made it "mythic."

Oh, like giants straddling the world.

We haven't been completely honest with you.

We do have a copy of the script.

Where would you have possibly found it?

In Hilary's apartment.

She found it cleaning out Wes' office

after you killed him.

Ohh, you little liars.

In her statement,

Hilary said that Marcel killed Wes.

We weren't honest about that, either.

That's not really Hilary's statement.

She broke.

She implicated you in all of the murders,

including Wes'.

I don't believe it.

I know her.

And I don't believe that that'sthe script that Wes wrote.

Well...

"I gave Nikki the courage tobecome who she was meant to be.

Murder makes her complete."

The hag!

I can't believe she kept a copy.

Wes has you saying,

"I treat killing like a business,

as impersonal as a handshake."

I never said that.

He makes you out to be

nothing more than, you know,

murderer and thief, you know, with...

There's nothing about language.

Nothing about your taste in clothes.

There's nothing about giants--

what was it-- straddling the world!

He took everything out of context.

Uh, here's my favorite line.

He has one of your girls saying,

"I'm tired of sleeping with him.

"He smells bad, and he's lazy.

He's not much of a man anymore."

Liar, liar!

He twisted every confidence.

I paid him to write A Hero's Journey!

And he just wrote about how you used people.

They used me.

Those Sammies and Marcels were nothing

before I came along!

Oh, empty carcasses,

devoid of dreams and ambition.

And you bent them to your will to commit

unspeakable acts.

Uh, your charisma...

God, it must have been astonishing.

Oh.

I was so beautiful.

You should have seen me.

I had...a perfect body.

And that's why the movie was so important to you.

I was raised in the slums.

Look how far I've come.

My life is the stuff of legend.

Banyon, he wrote the truth. He didn't write legend.

He was so smug.

He said that he could write anything he wanted about me.

That's when you hit him?

It was a reflex to his bad manners.

Nobody deserved it more.

And then you called Hilary and Marcel and Sammie

to help you get rid of the body?

Clumsy idiots.

Oh, but you already know all about that.

We didn't until now.

Hilary never broke.

But you... have the script.

This is from Wes Banyon's typewriter.

Not guilty.

People on bail.

Remand, Your Honor.

The defendants are facing life sentences.

They have hidden monies, dual citizenships.

They are the definition of flight risk.

Your Honor, they have surrendered their passports.

Mr. Fremont wants to clear his name.

They request reasonable bail.

Your honor-- - I'll split the difference, Mr. Carver.

Bail is set at $2 million for each defendant.

I never got what smiling is supposed to prove.

Innocent people aren't happy to get their mug shot taken.

Hilary's sister bailed him out.

What is it these women see in him?

The door to another world.

Bernard, please...

Baby...

Bernard, please...

Wait, there was a woman on the stairs.

She bumped into him, and then she ran out.

Call EMS. Secure the area.

There's no pulse.

Nicole?

Maybe poisons was a lesson he should have skipped.

He showed her the door to another world.

And she repaid the favor.