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[computer beeping]

[indistinct chatter]

[man]

Here you go, miss.

Thank you.

[man 2]

Step through, please.

Open your laptop, please.

[man 3]

Right this way.

[man 4]

Please empty all your change

into that plastic container.

Cell phones open, please.

I guess people take

their computers with them

everywhere nowadays.

Security blanket.

Lucky blanket.

Next.

[knocking on door]

[sighs]

Wow, even answer

your own door, Senator.

I'm impressed.

Front-porch mentality.

I like to know who's visiting.

Plus, my secretary, Laura,

just stepped out

for an early lunch.

Caroline Eldridge

from Family First is visiting.

You're early.

I like that. Come in.

Let's take the sofa.

Okay.

[Caroline]

Hope you don't mind

if I take this out.

My hard drive

is now officially

my only source of memory,

and I wanna get

all those old-fashioned values

down accurately.

Now, as you know,

we're putting together

our Family First brochure

and we've got

a few pictures here

that we could

use captions for.

Fire away.

Okay.

Let's start

with this one.

That's me

and some of the staff

in the Gulf of Mexico

after Katrina.

Heartbreaking stuff.

Okay.

[keys clicking]

Let's call this,

"Senator Sachs

and staff

lend a hand

in hurricane relief."

Good.

How 'bout that?

That's one

of my former interns...

Josh.

Must have been taken

his last day of work.

Let's call it,

"Intern program a success."

Okay.

[keys clicking]

Met a lot

of good kids that way.

I'll bet.

How 'bout that one?

Wait, let me try.

"Intern program

has fringe benefits"?

[tense music playing]

Let's see. Ooh.

Let's call it:

"Extramarital Sachs."

Who are you?

Someone who thinks

it's a bit hypocritical

that for the past two years

you've tried to limit

the civil rights

of gay individuals

while being

a gay individual yourself.

-Lady--

-You preach family first

as if there's only one kind

of family.

I don't know what

you think you got there,

but let me-- [chuckles]

Let me explain

something to you.

What I've got is

a signed statement by Josh.

We've got

canceled checks,

and he's practically ready

to turn over the love notes.

Laura!

Out to lunch,

remember?

Looks like it's gonna be

your word against his.

We're running his tomorrow.

I work for David Shane

at the New York Courier.

Jesus Christ.

Josh O'Bannon came to us

seven months ago

and thought we'd be

really interested in knowing

that he's not

the only handsome

skeleton in your closet.

So we thought we'd give you

an opportunity to respond.

Anything you want.

I will give you anything

that you want.

[Sachs]

Anything.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Sachs]:

I will give you anything

that you want.

Anything.

You just did, Senator.

[chuckling]

You just did.

[phone rings]

[Caroline over phone]:

Tell me you got that, Miles.

Please, tell me

you got that.

Yeah, I got it,

you psychopath.

Now jump on the shuttle,

get your ass down to the paper,

and we'll get fantastically,

exceedingly drunk.

[Sachs on recording]

I will give you anything

that you want. Anything.

[man]

One more time.

You transmitted from D.C.

And recorded

in New York.

Go to Legal.

It'll check.

I intend to.

Also we need to clear

the quote from the intern.

He's at home

waiting for the call.

This your headline,

David Shane?

[both laughing]

Yep.

We'll be at Chumley's,

ordering copious amounts

of drinks on this paper.

[laughs]

God, I love this job.

Hey, hey.

To David Shane.

May this article bring you

all the prizes you deserve.

Fame, alcoholism,

rehab, relapse, rehab.

Thank you.

When you win the Pulitzer,

don't forget

the little people.

Oh, fuck

the little people.

[laughing]

Hey, you're empty.

You buy, I fly.

[kisses]

Oh...

Excuse me,

sweetheart.

[rock music playing

over speakers]

[indistinct chatter]

Careful, Ro.

Next round he might aim

for your lips.

[slurring]

Mr. Arvis Narron.

[chuckles]

What kind of name...

is Arvis?

[laughing]

Family name.

Story's been pulled, Ro.

Somebody got to your intern.

Made him clam up.

My guess is somebody

with lots of zeroes.

What?

Well...

I'm just gonna go call him.

You'll get his lawyer,

just like we did.

Do you know I've been working

on this story for six months?

Six.

Take a couple weeks off.

You've earned the break.

I'm gonna go back

to the office right now.

This guy's got a stack

of interns, trust me.

Kolski wants you to take

a couple of weeks off.

That's not a request.

Okay, wait, hold up.

Please tell me

you're not saying

that because the paper

endorsed Sachs' last campaign

that he's off-limits now.

Please tell me that is not

what you're saying.

[Miles]

What's up, Narron?

Get this, Miles.

Tomorrow's headline:

"Free Press Dead."

Kolski wants

to shut me down

because I went after

the Senator.

Does it ever get to you,

Narron?

The idea that

we're supposed to be

reporting the news,

not covering it up?

Like we couldn't

show the dead bodies

coming back from Iraq.

If you don't see it,

that means it never happened.

Your source ran dry.

My source didn't run dry.

You can't call it

a cover up...

-My source was paid off.

-...when you've got no story.

This is a good story, Narron.

The story's dead.

Classic.

Powerful men

protecting powerful men.

I backed you when you

wanted to be anonymous,

when you wanted to write

under an old boy's name.

This is not the first time

you shut me down,

but this is definitely

the last.

So you tell Kolski

keep his paid vacation

because I fucking quit!

Taxi. Hey!

[gloomy music playing]

Rowena?

Rowena. Wait up.

Wait. Wait.

Fuck.

-Rowena.

-[gasps]

Grace!

Shit, you scared me.

You didn't return

my phone calls.

Well, yeah, I've been

pretty busy

working out of town.

Oh, yeah.

The Senator Sachs scandal.

Don't worry.

I didn't tell anyone.

Besides, I got

a better story for you.

It's about Harrison Hill.

Come on.

We met online.

-[sighs]

-We did.

He was giving a Q & A,

and I e-mailed him

and told him how great it was.

You know, stroke a man's dick,

and you get him for one night.

Stroke his ego,

you get him for life, huh?

[chuckles]

Yeah, we sort of struck up

a friendship online,

but I could tell

that he liked me.

So I decided to

come to New York

and accidentally

bump into him.

I knew about his fundraiser,

so I bought a ticket,

walked right up to him

and said,

"Harrison, it's Fast Filly."

Ugh.

I thought

he was gonna be angry.

But instead,

he's turned on by it.

He likes the balls of it.

"Stick around,"

he says.

Couple hours later,

we're doing it

in his Beemer,

his hotel suite.

He keeps one. Creep.

What happened to Chuck?

We're fighting

more than we're fucking.

Anyway,

I get back to Philly,

our online stuff

gets pretty hot.

He misses me.

I mean, he practically

begs me to move here.

So I check out

apartments and agencies,

and I wanna

tell him, you know,

I'm really excited.

But suddenly,

I can't get a hold of him.

[chuckles]

I mean, I sent him

a million e-mails,

and he just cuts me off.

Cold. Fucker.

I know where Hill lives.

I've seen

his Armani wife.

He has no idea

what I can do to him.

What is it you want from me

this time, Grace?

Actions have consequences, Ro.

You can't just

forget people.

Bury them and pretend

like they never existed.

It always comes back

to haunt you.

I wonder what Hill would think

if David Shane threatened

to publish a few

of his e-mails?

I'm sure the wife

would find them interesting.

Take them. Read them.

'Cause I'm about

an inch away

from ringing

this guy's doorbell.

Regards to your mother.

[door chimes]

(Grace) I know

where Hill lives.

I've seen

his Armani wife.

He has no idea

what I can do to him.

[Miles]

To David Shane.

May this article bring you

all the prizes you deserve.

And when you win the Pulitzer,

don't forget

the little people.

[keys clicking]

[phone rings]

[Rowena on recording]

Here comes the beep.

You know what to do.

[phone beeps]

[Miles] Hey, Ro,

it's Miles, again.

I've been calling

for like a week

and are you looking

for a job or something?

If you are,

come on, take me with you!

Hey, guess what,

my sister had a boy, Fletcher.

How cool is that?

I fly home in an hour.

Call me later, please.

I hate Narron too.

Narron's a dick. Bye.

[phone beeps]

[girl shrieks outside]

[phone rings]

[Rowena on recording]

Here comes the beep.

You know what to do.

[phone beeps]

[Elizabeth] Ro,

it's Elizabeth Clayton.

Grace's mother.

-I need help.

-Elizabeth. Hi.

Ro? It's Grace.

-She's missing.

-Elizabeth--

They started calling

from her agency last week.

-She goes to New York a lot...

-Elizabeth--

...and I thought maybe

she contacted you.

It's just that I filed

a missing person's report.

A woman drowned in New York.

[sobbing] They asked

for dental records.

Elizabeth,

hang on a second.

I saw Grace last week.

[Elizabeth]

Oh, thank god.

[Rowena]

Spare yourself a trip.

[Elizabeth] But if it is...

If I weren't there...

[Rowena] I know

half the people

at the city morgue.

This is not Grace,

I promise.

I'll call you

when I get back.

Hi, I'm Rowena Price.

Here to ID a body.

Whoever did this

tried to weigh the body down.

Amateur move.

Why is that?

Didn't work.

Fair warning.

This isn't pretty.

We're guessing

an anchor

or some sharp metal debris

ripped off the face and neck.

So we're hoping that you could

identify something else.

She has a birthmark,

scars...

and it looks

like a tattoo...

[gagging]

[girl]

Hi, Rowena.

Do you wanna play?

Well, are you coming?

Let's go around back.

I live up there.

[Elizabeth]

You do everything you can

to protect your children.

Right schools,

right opportunities.

But it's all an illusion.

Nobody's safe.

Who would do this

to my daughter?

We're gonna find out,

Mrs. Clayton.

Do you mind if I ask you

a few questions?

Can you excuse us?

No. She's a friend

of the family.

[Tejada]

Do you know

if your daughter

had been seeing anyone?

Yeah.

Chuck.

Chuck Freeman.

But they'd been

having trouble.

Yeah, she told me that too.

I ran into her

on the subway last week,

and she mentioned

that they were having fights.

Was that the last time

you saw her?

Yeah. I mean,

I tried to call her,

but she was in the middle

of something, and...

Well, I wish now I had tried

a little bit harder.

Oh, I know, honey.

They knew each other

since they were kids.

You were so close, you two,

especially after

your father--

Uh, yeah, I know.

Well, you were

always so good

to me and my mother.

So was Grace.

[sobbing]

Mrs. Clayton,

we're gonna need you

to sign some

papers downstairs.

Certainly. I...

I'll be just a minute.

Ro.

You know,

Grace was so proud of you.

She saved all your articles.

She bragged about you.

How did she know

that I was David Shane?

I assumed you told her.

[chuckles]

I probably did.

[Elizabeth]

Thank you.

The police are gonna find out

exactly who did this.

I'll make sure

they do.

Thank you, honey.

[elevator dings]

[Miles] Hey.

[Rowena]

Hey, Miles.

Let me get

the key.

[Miles]

I'm usually a key-above-

the-door kind of guy.

[Rowena] Uh-huh.

Hey, Miles.

-Yeah.

-When was the last time

you saw Grace?

Oh, God, I...

You know me

and dates, I...

All right,

well, roughly.

A week?

A month? A year?

Five years? What?

Yeah, something

like that. Why?

Because...

Just because I cut somebody

out of my life,

doesn't mean I expect you

to cut 'em out of yours.

Well, maybe you do.

All right,

maybe I do.

Why you got

to keep it a secret?

You know, we exchanged e-mails

a couple times.

I was only ever nice to her

because she was

a friend of yours.

Mmm. So you told her

I was David Shane.

Yeah. Busted.

[chuckles]

Could you be serious

for five fucking minutes?

I'll bet you told her about

Senator Sachs too, didn't you?

You know, when I stopped

associating with her

was when she fucked

your boyfriend.

I think you should

ask him who told her.

You need to stay

in your own fucking lane,

that's what I think.

You just better leave Cam

out of it.

I mean it, Miles.

Ro, I'm sorry. I...

I was being insensitive.

Ro, I'm sorry. I...

It's just... You know...

I-I... I was the one

who was left

picking up the pieces

after Grace and Cameron

tore you apart,

and I...

And I... Uh...

Yeah. So, uh...

So, what do the police say?

They're chasing a lead

on some guy

she was dating

in Philly.

But I have another idea.

Why's that?

Because I saw Grace

last week.

Oh... Oh, I'm the one

who's keeping secrets?

She wanted me

to chase down

Harrison Hill.

"Harrison Hill,"

Harrison Hill?

Yes,

that Harrison Hill.

-Here, take

a look at this.

-What?

She was threatening

to go to his wife.

Apparently,

they met online in July

and had one hell

of a weekend in September.

I mean,

that's assuming

he is ADEX.

-Wait. Who? Who?

-ADEX.

The guy she's

been e-mailing, ADEX.

I mean, it tracks.

Harrison Hill owns

the biggest ad agency

in New York City?

"I'm... I'm gonna

fuck you so hard,

I'm gonna split you

in half."

[laughing]

Oh, my.

Oh, my goodness.

Wait a minute, Ro. This...

This is not a story.

Miles, I would love,

love, love

to get my hands on the rest

of these e-mails.

'Cause the way

I see it,

Grace was fucking Hill,

he dumped her,

she got pissed,

threatened to go to the wife,

and she wound up dead.

I mean, come on.

It's simple. That's it.

Ro, Ro, this is Harrison Hill.

If he wanted somebody dead,

he wouldn't do it hims--

That's just...

first of all.

She was stalking the guy

for Christ's sake.

She sent him

a million e-mails.

She probably even went

to his house. Who knows?

All it takes

to commit a murder

are the right ingredients

at the right time.

[tense music playing]

Son of a bitch.

[keys clicking]

[Miles]

Hey, where are you?

[Rowena]

G.W. Bridge.

Why? What's up?

I got into Grace's

Hotmail account.

It's her main one.

And there's a shitload of guys

in there, by the way,

but none of them are ADEX.

Yeah. But that's

not the account

I gave you, Miles.

Well, hold on.

And then I looked

at her other account,

FastFilly@iol.com,

and guess who's

all up in her box?

ADEX. Ro.

Yeah?

You got to read

some of this shit.

[Rowena] I wanna

read it all, Miles.

Okay. So I'm gonna bring

over everything after work.

And, Ro, we still don't know

that ADEX is Hill.

And we still don't know

that he's not.

Yeah.

[Etta James' "Don't Cry,

Baby" playing over stereo]

♪ Don't cry

Don't cry, baby ♪

♪ Don't cry, baby ♪

♪ Dry your eyes ♪

♪ And let's be

Sweethearts again ♪

♪ And, oh, 'cause you know ♪

♪ You know

I didn't mean ♪

♪ To ever treat you

So mean ♪

Hey, your dinner's

getting warm.

Hold it.

Can I... Can I just say

for the record...

Wow!

[laughs]

Can I also say

that's just

a ridiculous outfit

to be wearing for takeout?

Well, I didn't know

you were bringing takeout.

Well, I didn't know

you had a date.

Oh, God.

Who's...

Who's the, uh...

Who's the lucky guy?

Can we just look

at the e-mails, please?

Sure. Yeah. Here, here.

Have a seat.

Okay.

Uh...

So, yeah. Uh...

You told me that, uh...

Grace wanted you

to threaten Hill.

Well, she was doing it

without you for a while.

Listen. This...

This, uh...

This e-mail's a week old

and it's her last one.

"Harrison, if you don't,"

capital,

"Pay attention to me,

"you're going to,"

capital, "Pay the price.

"I'm in the city,

and I know your wife's away.

Meet with me now,

or I'll meet with her later."

So Grace knew

that the wife

was out of town.

Right, but you're going

under the assumption

that Grace actually knew

what she was talking about,

which is a big mistake.

By the way, even though

she calls ADEX Harrison,

it doesn't prove

that it's Harrison Hill.

It's not proof enough

to print.

Okay. So how do we prove it?

Well, technically

we can't prove it,

but if we can get ADEX

to somehow send us an e-mail,

I can tail it,

jimmy the lock

and then take a closer look

into his account.

[chuckling]

You are amazing.

I love you, man.

This is just such

an obstruction of justice.

No, no, no.

This is

the pursuit of justice.

I'll make you a deal.

We get anything

concrete on Hill,

we'll go straight to the cops

and to Narron on the same day.

They get their man.

We get our story.

Yeah, but even if ADEX

turns out to be Hill,

it's not a crime

to chat nor cheat.

-No.

-But it's definitely

a crime to be walking out

on a feast like this

in that outfit.

And yet, I have to,

because I'm late.

So you finish up.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Shut the door.

It locks by itself.

Have fun.

[door opens, closes]

Harrison Hill.

Oh, there you are.

[siren wailing in distance]

[Rowena laughing]

Cam. Cam.

[Cameron] Come here.

You are naughty. Come here.

[Rowena laughing]

Come on.

[both laughing]

[R&B music playing]

Come here. Come here.

[Cameron grunts]

[Rowena gasps]

Oh, yeah.

Yeah...

Yeah. Come on.

[Rowena moans]

[Rowena]

You like that? Huh?

[Cameron]

Yes, baby.

[Rowena]

Oh, come on. Say it.

[chuckles]

Ooh, yeah.

[Rowena moaning]

Oh, yeah. Oh.

[Rowena]

You like it?

You like that?

Yeah, good.

[ominous music playing]

[Rowena]

I need to get closer to Hill.

[Miles over phone]

Hello, Miles. How are you?

Fine. You? Thanks.

[sarcastically] Hello, Miles.

How are you? Fine. You?

I need to get

closer to Hill.

Close as you got to

Cam last night?

It's a little soon

to be going on dates

with Grace's ex,

don't you think?

Oh, I'm sorry, your ex.

What are you, fuckin'

spying on me now?

[Miles]

No. A friend of mine

saw you two last night

and he said

you looked friendly.

What? You get him by default?

[Rowena]

Well, not that I owe you

or your friend an explanation.

But I wanted to see Cam.

Somebody had to

tell him about Grace.

Well, I guess we all

grieve differently.

You know what, Miles?

Forget it!

If you don't wanna help me,

I'm sure Terry wouldn't mind.

He's been dying to

get into research.

Oh, Terry couldn't find his ass

with both hands and his ass.

[Miles] All right,

fine, fine, fine.

I'll play nice.

[Rowena]

Okay. Good.

While you're looking around

in cyberspace,

I need to be looking around

at my new job,

that you, my clever friend,

are going to get me.

Oh, God love you.

Something temporary.

Easy in, easy out.

Can you do that?

Does a bear shit in the woods?

H2A's got a blade server that

gives away more entry points

than a college girl

at Mardi Gras.

I'll access the needs list

they send to temp agencies.

Shouldn't be too hard.

There's always openings.

And, hey, wear something sexy.

What?

You need to bait the hook.

Just make sure

I'm working for Hill.

[Miles]

Uh, yeah, your new name

will be Katherine Pogue.

[Rowena]

I choose my own names.

[Miles]

Well, tough. I had a crush

on a girl in high school

named Katherine.

It's an homage.

-Going to H2A.

-H2A.

[Miles] Now,

Hill's a Jersey native

who slipped and fell

into a big pile of money

when he married--

[Rowena]

Mia Rheinhart Hill.

[Miles] Yeah,

she's also the daughter

of Max Rheinhart,

principal owner of H2A.

-[woman] There you go.

-Thank you.

[woman] Now,

if you'll follow me.

[speaking indistinctly]

[Miles]

Hard to separate a man

from his wife's money.

[Rowena]

Money is the root

of all evil, Miles.

[Miles]

Check your scriptures.

Love of money

is the root of all evil, Ro.

Love.

We have a new temp.

Her name is Katherine Pogue.

-Hi.

-Hi.

[Esmeralda]

Thank you.

I'll show you to your desk.

And press 9 to get out,

3 to reach me,

but I'll be

right across

from you,

so you shouldn't have

any problem finding me.

[Esmeralda] Katherine,

we need a coffee setup

in Conference Room A.

[Rowena]

Will I be working

for Mr. Hill?

[Esmeralda] No.

I'm working for Mr. Hill.

You're working for me.

And you'd better

roll up your sleeves

because we are

short-staffed this week.

[both laughing]

-Too much.

-Agreed.

Sensational,

Harrison.

Really.

Spectacular.

I hear you're thinking

about opening in Amsterdam,

by the way.

Yes, we did. In April.

Really?

Excuse me, Mr. Hill.

Mr. Kirschenbaum's car

is downstairs,

and your 2:00 is waiting.

[Hill]

Thanks, Esmeralda.

I'll walk you out, Jon.

[Jon] Great, thanks.

Hey, you're

doing well.

I'm very

proud of you.

Couldn't have done it

without you.

I learned from the best.

-[chuckles] I appreciate it.

-Thanks for coming by.

Oh, listen, this is

probably just bullshit,

but, uh... you know,

one of my guys heard

that a couple of your

execs were in Canton

sniffing around

my Reebok account.

If you're so

sure it's bullshit,

why are you asking me?

Because they heard about it

from inside your agency.

I just don't want you to make

that kind of mistake,

Harrison.

I've been representing

Reebok for 11 years.

They're my

main account.

You know that.

They're not gonna

jump ship for your smile

and some downtown hype.

[Hill chuckles]

Eat or be eaten.

Right, Jon?

Isn't that what you

always told me?

Now you left

the Reebok account

out on the table.

If I didn't pick it up,

someone else was going to,

and you know that.

Ten years ago you wouldn't

have let this happen.

You fumbled the ball.

You really are that stupid.

Give my regards to Vanessa.

Esmeralda.

We have a leak

to Kirschenbaum and Bond.

I wanna find out

who the fuck it is.

Right now.

Hold the door, please.

[elevator dings]

Wait, wait, wait.

Thank you.

That was close.

Harrison,

will you be attending

the Victoria's Secret

meeting tonight?

I was hoping maybe

I could catch a ride.

Yeah, I think

I'll be going.

[elevator dings]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Rowena]

Keep the meter running.

We can go now.

74th and Broadway, please.

[man]

Rowena.

Rowena.

Rowena.

Gotcha.

You know how much

Daddy likes bath time.

[Rowena screams]

[Esmeralda]

We have the Victoria's Secret

party tonight.

Good morning, Esmeralda.

Good morning, Katherine.

Two hundred guests,

200 gift bags,

too little time.

Five items per bag.

Have fun.

[cell phone ringing]

[Rowena] Miles,

what? I'm at work.

Well, it wasn't

just a drowning.

She was poisoned.

She had a hole in her gut

the size of a fruit bowl.

Oh, come on.

[Miles]

No, that's a direct quote

from the examiner's office.

The killer also

put it in her eyes,

which is weird.

Uh, Ro, they haven't

announced it yet...

but Grace was pregnant.

She was in her

first trimester.

[woman]

Hello? I'm Gina.

[Miles] Ro?

[Gina] Katherine Pogue,

are you in here?

Oh, there you are.

I could tell you

Victoria's secret,

but then I'd

have to kill you.

-Clever, huh?

-Yeah.

Mr. Hill came up with it

for the Very Sexy

Collection launch.

Ooh, very sexy.

And in a rainbow

of colors.

Here, keep a few

for the home fires.

I know a pretty girl

like you has a boyfriend.

No.

Girlfriend?

-Oh, well--

-Pets?

[chuckles] No.

Well, we've got

some local talent here.

I'll say.

What's up with Hill?

He's interesting.

Married.

Rumor is,

and you didn't

hear it from me.

he had a couple of

inter-office flings

a few years back,

led to lawsuits.

Paid a lot of money

to make them go away.

That's when he got

his front girl to

run interference.

That would be Josie.

Or, if you get

on her bad side,

Cujosie.

She's his gatekeeper.

His walking hard drive.

So he never forgets a name,

an account, an enemy.

No one gets to him now

without going through her.

Let me guess,

he's done her too, right?

Oh, no.

No. She'd be more interested

in you than in him,

if you catch

my heavy drift.

I think I do.

Oh, she's his watchdog,

not his bitch.

The guy's reformed,

unfortunately.

Right.

His wife's all over him.

She's got eyes

in the back

of your head.

Trust me.

She finds him cheating,

she and her money

are out the door.

Oh, see Jesse Drake

over there?

He had this blond temp

last fall could melt butter.

Her name was,

um... Veronica.

One day,

the boss' wife comes in,

sees Mr. H and Veronica

talking close over

the Sparkletts,

the next day

the temp's toast.

The boy's been leashed.

But since I have it

on good authority

he's into some

very kinky shit,

he probably likes

the tight collar.

I'd let him give me

a little spank.

Did I just say that

out loud?

[chuckles] You're sick.

-[Hill] Boo.

-[gasps]

[laughing]

Sorry.

[chuckling]

I didn't mean

to scare you.

[chuckling]

Sorry.

You're Katherine, right?

And you're Harrison Hill,

the boss.

Yes.

It's good to be the boss.

Yeah.

So I'll see you

at the party tonight,

Katherine.

[band playing

Hot Chocolate's "Sexy Thing"]

♪ I believe in miracles ♪

♪ Where you from ♪

♪ You sexy thing ♪

♪ You sexy thing, you ♪

♪ I believe in miracles ♪

♪ Since you came along ♪

♪ You sexy thing ♪

♪ You sexy thing, you ♪

[indistinct chatter]

She's good.

♪ You sexy thing ♪

♪ Come on ♪

Here we go.

[cheering and applause]

[man]

Whoo!

On behalf of

Victoria's Secret,

I would like to thank

our very special angel,

Harrison Hill,

for making us

sexier than ever.

[cheering and applause]

Harrison.

[speaking indistinctly]

I have no idea

how we could possibly

make you look any sexier

than you do tonight, Heidi.

-Thank you so very much.

-Thank you.

I'd just like to raise

a glass to everyone

at Victoria's Secret for...

And, uh, all my people at H2A

for making this

one of the most

successful campaigns--

A Very Sexy Collection

is H2A's most sexful...

[crowd laughs]

Succ-sex...

[cheering and applause]

We did really good

with this campaign.

Happy Valentine's Day.

God bless you.

Thank you.

Good night.

Thank you.

So is part of

the torture,

the fact that we get

to watch all this fun?

Are you kidding me? We got

the best seats in the house.

Okay, see the guy

with the bad comb over

standing by the statues?

Bob Milstein, Accounting.

He may look unlucky in love.

He recently nailed

Kay Rolands, Sales.

The giant standing

by the shrimp.

Corporate America,

ain't it grand?

One big happy family, eh?

Who's the loud-laughing

brunette?

The one that looks

a little tipsy.

[Gina]

Oh, Bethany Lee,

account manager.

Long legs, perfect teeth,

may they rot in hell.

A few years back

there was chatter

she and Mr. Hill

were going over

more than just

the company numbers.

-Really?

-Yeah.

[Gina]

But that was before

the lawsuits,

before Cujosie

and before the wife

started paying attention.

Now it's all hugs and kisses,

and they're going

to fertility clinics.

I think her oven's

on the fritz.

[Rowena]

Is there anything

you don't know, Gina?

No.

[Rowena]

I don't get it.

Mrs. Hill is pretty.

I mean,

she's really pretty.

[Gina]

Show me a beautiful woman,

I'll show you a man

who's tired of fucking her.

[scoffs]

[Rowena]

Nice, Gina.

What? I've got brothers.

[speaking indistinctly]

Hi.

Hey.

[laughing]

That's what he said.

You're embarrassing him

and yourself.

Okay, I'll be better.

His wife

is out there.

[Bethany]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[Josie]

Here's money for a cab.

Come on.

[Bethany]

He'll call me, right?

[Josie]

Good night, Bethany,

good night.

I told you already,

Narron, I quit.

I figured two weeks was enough

to let you cool off.

I gotta go.

Look, I'm sorry

about the Senator, Ro,

but I can't lose you.

David Shane

is this paper's star.

You don't bench a star,

Narron.

There will always be

powerful people

covering things up, Ro,

at every paper,

in every city.

It's called editorializing,

and it's a reality.

Don't give up

because one son of a bitch

pulled some

strings at the paper

and silenced your source.

Rest up,

come back

and nail the next

son of a bitch.

Maybe.

[Miles] So I set up

your IOL account,

but you're gonna

need a name.

[Rowena]

Uh, how 'bout Rocket?

[chuckles] That was

my nickname from college.

Are you sure you don't

wanna be Hot Bitch on Wheels?

No, I'm kidding.

All right, Rocket, Rocket,

Rocket... girl.

A little sexier

than DShane@NYCourier.com.

So I put ADEX

into your, uh...

friends file,

and as a little extra

added bonus,

your computer has

a few things to say.

Listen, this is good.

[keys clicking]

[woman over speakers]

Miles is sexy.

[woman 2 speaking

in Japanese over speakers]

[woman 3 over speakers]

Miles is sexy.

[dog barking over speakers]

-Translation?

-Let me guess.

Miles is sexy?

You think so?

And I need this, why?

Because it's fucking radical.

Every time you get an IM,

you're gonna have

a voice to match.

I don't want my computer

talking to me.

I damn sure

on't want it saying,

"Miles is sexy."

I'll just give

it audio to Hill.

I sampled his voice

from some streaming video.

You don't mind

if Hill talks, do you?

Do I have a choice?

No.

So, what's he like

up close and personal?

Well, tell you one thing,

there's more to the guy

than you think.

You should check out

his offices.

Go online, take the tour.

You'll see. It's outrageous.

S-- [chuckles]

Sick.

Just what you'd like.

Oh, you know what,

by the way,

I did find something out.

Apparently,

Hill has squashed

a couple of

sexual harassment suits.

Think you could you chase

the money trail?

Yeah, well, I mean,

I guess he's

a likely candidate for that.

No, not really.

He's now got this

gorgeous Amazonian woman

that does all

the dirty work.

Oh, really?

Is she hot?

Yes.

She's very hot.

She's also a lesbian.

-Ha-ha.

-Bastard.

Hm.

All right, so seeing that

you're a chat-room virgin--

Big deal,

I'm a chat-room virgin.

No, I think

it's a compliment.

I-I think you should

practice online flirting.

[both laugh]

Why on Earth would

I want to do that?

Because sometimes you'll

tell a perfect stranger

something you wouldn't even

tell your best friend,

especially

if you're anonymous.

You should know that,

Mr. David Shane.

Oh...

Oh, by the way,

I got a dollar that says

Hill's not our guy.

We got a pregnant Grace

threatening to go

to the wife,

-right?

-Yeah.

Okay, but meanwhile,

the wife

is busy trying

to haul Hill off

to a fertility clinic.

And let's not forget

the most important part.

The wife is the money.

-Yeah.

-I don't know.

That's the motive

on a big stick.

Motive on a big stick?

That's what I said.

So...

I'll take your bet.

-Game on.

-[chuckles]

[Bob Marley's

"Stir It Up" playing]

[man over speakers]

Welcome to chat.

[Rowena]

"Trublu"?

Okay.

[man over speakers]

Welcome.

[Rowena]

"Haven't seen you around."

[keys clicking]

New to this.

Who are you?

Hmm.

Hello, Neil. I'm Tiffany.

-[computer chimes]

-[chuckles]

Okay, Trublu, let's go.

-[keys clicking]

-How do you imagine me?

"Long blonde hair,

longer legs."

Really close.

Oh...

[man over speakers]

Welcome.

"When you said

you were getting off,

I didn't know

you meant literally."

Leave me alone.

I haven't contacted him.

"I did on his--"

[gasps]

[phone beeps]

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Okay, look,

this isn't funny.

You're taking advantage of me.

Relax. This is exactly

what we talked about.

Once he responds,

I can get past his firewalls.

It's the price

of admission, Ro.

I wrote, "Dear Harrison,

the answers are,

great sex, cheap beer

and the Rolling Stones."

-What?

-Come on.

We gotta push his buttons.

By the way, I sent it

from your account.

[Rowena]

Oh, shit. He's on.

-There he is. Let me drive.

-He's on, Miles, he's on.

-Uh, Harrison...

-Wait.

Wait. Wait, wait, Miles.

What are you doing?

[Miles]

Nice to hear from you.

[Rowena] Miles, you're...

You're typing for me?

It's a riddle.

[Rowena]

Miles, stop it.

Miles, stop it!

All right, fine.

Fine. Fine.

I'm through the firewall

and into ADEX's account.

He's all yours.

Miles, you bastard.

-[man] What's your name?

-[Rowena] Shit.

[keys clicking]

Veronica.

[man] What color is your hair?

Blond.

Dirty.

[man] I like dirty.

Filthy.

[man] I'd like

to get a fistful.

[Rowena] Ew!

[man] Are you turned on?

I am.

Fucker!

[laughs]

I should go.

[man] But you just

warmed me up.

Yeah. Don't blue-ball the guy.

"Yeah, Ro.

Don't blue-ball the guy."

I'll be back. Bye.

[man]

Goodbye.

[phone beeps, speed-dials]

[Rowena] Would you

quit spying on me,

you fuck?

You are officially

in the way of how I work

and I'm not having it.

It's Hill.

We can prove it now.

Don't send any more

e-mails on my behalf.

And do not

speak for me

in any way.

Or how about,

"Thank you, Miles,

for your subversive genius"?

Thank you!

Bye!

[suspenseful music playing]

[man]

Good morning, H2A.

May I help you?

Hey, good morning.

[man 2]

Good morning, H2A.

Oh.

Hello.

"What happened to you

last night?"

Morning.

"Tiffany? Veronica?"

[Esmeralda]

Katherine.

You forgot to fill out

your I-9.

Oh, okay.

I told Human Resources I'd

run it right back over there.

Now.

Okay, well, I'll--

I'll just fill this out.

You're looking

for permanent work?

Uh, always.

Where have you temped?

I don't know.

Got a phone book? [chuckles]

Yes, I do.

Okay, uh...

Zaffman, Meyer and Pearce,

-I.P.E.--

-Ooh,

love the new building.

Great bathrooms.

What about

Kirschenbaum and Bond?

Average bathrooms.

When'd you work there?

I don't know, maybe April.

I don't know.

My life is kind of crazy.

One day just runs

into the next.

[chuckles]

[woman]

Oh, it's great, Harrison.

[man]

Heineken Amsterdam's

gonna love it, Harrison.

Start talking about print,

scheduling, tie-ins.

[man]

Absolutely. It can play

internationally too.

Jesse, why don't you start

talking about media buys

with Chuck, Toni and Steve.

I need a couple minutes.

I'll be right back.

I'm glad you're happy.

So glad you're happy.

When do you think

we could roll it to print?

Here, hold this, please.

Esmeralda, hold my calls

for a few minutes, please.

[Hill] Phelps.

Mr. Phelps.

Afternoon, boys.

Gunnar, do me a favor

and stand up, would you?

Get out!

Piece of shit!

You're gonna spy on me?

Huh?

Here, get the...

Get the fuck up,

you piece of sh...

You were

a fucking bike messenger.

I made you rich!

I hope they have

a job for you

over at Kirschenbaum.

I accept your resignation.

[sniffs]

Gunnar.

Congratulations. You can

clean up your new office.

Back to work.

What are you guys

looking at?

Shit. What just happened?

Gunnar Hope

just got a promotion.

[Rowena]

"Veronica, how did you know

about my ADEX account?"

I used to temp at H2A.

Yeah.

My boyfriend

wouldn't like that.

Shit.

[phone ringing]

Does this phone call

mean I'm forgiven?

You've got once chance

to redeem yourself.

He wants a photo

of Veronica.

Who?

Me. Rocketgirl.

-Uh, is nude an option?

-Miles!

There was a temp

that used to work here

around Christmas time.

Veronica something.

Veronica something.

You gotta be kidding me.

No, she used to work

for Jesse Drake.

Every employee here

has got a security photo ID.

So she's gotta be

in the files.

[Miles] Oh, come on!

Miles. Do it.

I need this, Miles.

Just do it. Please?

-Hurry up.

-[Miles] Uh...

a last name

would really help.

Yeah, well, how many Veronicas

can there be in the system?

Come on, Miles.

-Hurry.

-[Miles] Uh...

Miles.

[Miles] This is ridiculous.

Come on. I mean, this--

Come on.

Come on.

I can see him from here.

Come on, Miles, hurry.

Miles.

Hurry up. Miles.

[Miles] Uh, okay.

[Rowena] Hurry.

Come on, come on.

Oh, Yahtzee.

Veronica Carter.

Just download,

upload, exhale and send.

You are awesome.

[Miles] Yeah, well,

remember that the next time

you're firing me.

Oh, Ro, uh,

I'm meeting my guy from

the M.E.'s office, Bill Patel,

at Chumley's at 7:00.

He's got the talks on Grace,

and everything else

the cops have.

Okay, great.

I'll meet you there.

-[Rowena] Shit.

-[Miles] What?

My computer screen's frozen.

And Veronica's face

is the screen saver.

What?

-Miles.

-[Miles] Turn it off.

-Oh, fuck.

-[Miles] Turn it off.

Turn the power off.

[woman]

We'll take care of that.

Fuck, he's coming.

[pants]

-Hi.

-Hi.

Pretty busy

for the end of the day.

Yeah.

Just working away.

Anything I can

help with?

Nope, uh...

Not unless data entry

turns you on.

[laughs]

You know what?

Surprisingly, it doesn't.

[laughs]

But seriously,

how you doing?

Let me tell you

about my night.

I have to go

to dinner at Sapa.

Average jokes,

exceptional food.

If you find yourself bored

in the of area of 24th and 6th

around 10:00,

you could fall by

for a drink.

I... I really

appreciate that offer,

but, um, I think

I'm gonna have to pass.

Okay.

[giggles]

Is there something else

I can do for you, or...

No.

I'm just waiting for you

to change your mind.

Mmm.

Look, Mr. Hill, um...

I recognize that tone.

Sounds serious.

I really like

working here.

And I would really like

for my work

to speak for itself.

Fair enough.

Have a splendid evening,

Miss Pogue.

Wait. Mr. Hill?

Mm-hmm?

In case I change

my mind, um...

Keep an eye out

around dessert.

Hey. How you guys doing?

Miles.

Ah, Bill Patel,

Rowena Price.

Hey, a pleasure.

-Hi.

-You can lose

the glasses, Bill.

This isn't Deep Throat.

Here's your pina colada,

hold the umbrella.

[Rowena]

We know about

the drowning, Bill,

but what was

this poison?

Belladonna.

What's that?

A highly toxic plant

that's used to make atropine.

You know what that is, right?

Well, yeah.

Atropine is used

to dilate eyes.

And for anesthesia,

and in cardiac medicine

as a resuscitant,

and... witchcraft.

[chuckles]

Coroner had cause of death

listed as atropine poisoning,

but I did a further test

on the bile

and found it was belladonna.

Which means what?

It's not the expensive

synthetic type,

so it's more

readily available,

harder to narrow down

where it came from.

Where do you get it?

Well, you don't pop

into Duane Reade

and order a vial,

but it's accessible.

Easy enough to find

if you know where to look.

Besides, nowadays,

you can pretty much

get anything online.

[Miles] But it's...

It's definitely toxic?

Belladonna is used

for eye surgeries,

but never in this amount.

The killer put it

in her eyes.

Her death was brutal

and certainly no accident.

Cheers.

-Where you going?

-I gotta run.

-Well, stick around

for a while.

-I can't.

I gotta run home and change.

Going out for a drink.

But maybe Bill here

can tell you more about it.

-[groans]

-[Rowena] Bill?

You okay?

[whimpering]

Brain freeze.

Who... Who are you

getting drinks with?

I will call you later.

Bill, you have been a godsend.

Thank you.

-Breathe through the nose.

-[snorts]

[people chattering]

Nice dress.

Nice party.

Tell you what.

Order two Hemingway daiquiris.

This joint is one of two

places in all of New York City

that makes great daiquiris.

I'll be back in

time to tell you

why they taste like heaven.

Did I tell you that's

a great-looking dress?

[Hill] No, no,

no, no, no, no.

-[waiter] You ready?

-Two daiquiris.

[jazz music playing

over speakers]

[speaking indistinctly]

-[sighs]

-[waiter]

Here you go, Mr. Hill.

Thank you.

I'm dizzy from the spin,

and I'm all the way

over here.

[both laugh]

Here.

A very famous man once said

that sincerity is everything.

Once you learn to fake that,

the rest is easy.

So the Hemingway daiquiri

is 2 ounces of light rum,

1 ounce--

One ounce lime juice,

1 ounce simple syrup,

dash grapefruit,

grenadine float.

Oh, I knew I had

to worry about you.

-You pay attention.

-I do.

For instance,

I noticed that wedding ring.

Oh, yes. I am married.

So what?

So, what are you

doing here with me?

I'm having

a Hemingway daiquiri with you.

What are you doing

here with me?

Am I with you?

-Are you married?

-[laughs]

Wow, that would make this

really interesting,

wouldn't it?

-No.

-No?

-God, no.

-Just broke up with someone?

No.

-Gay?

-No.

Actually, I'm thinking

of joining Match.com.

-No, you're not.

-Yes.

Are you kidding me?

-Lots of people date online.

-You're gorgeous.

What do you think of it?

My life is complicated enough

as it is.

I'm sitting here

having a drink with you,

and I'm trying to figure out

how I'm gonna explain that.

Will you have to?

[whispers]

Hopefully not.

Hopefully not.

Do you have kids?

No.

You... You don't have

any kids, right?

No.

Family?

A mother.

Here is to Gunnar Hope

and his corner office.

[laughs]

Oh, God.

It was a little dramatic,

wasn't it?

Yeah.

I refuse to be

treated like that.

That fucking Phelps.

Rat.

Committed the cardinal sin.

Which... is what?

Don't betray your friends.

Don't betray people

who love you.

Law of the jungle, huh?

Law of the universe.

It's not kill

or be killed anymore.

Kill or become irrelevant.

So here's to not

becoming irrelevant.

[glasses clink]

And don't be mad.

Don't be mad that I'm married

or any of that.

I mean, because that's a--

You know, that's

a different thing than...

-Than what this is.

-Is it?

I should probably just

make some arrangements

to have a car take you home.

Okay.

Okay.

Drink your Hemingway daiquiri.

Mmm.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Where the hell

have you been, kiddo?

Late night.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Hey, wait a minute.

Are you drunk?

[Rowena] No.

Sounds like you are.

No, I'm not.

[Rowena]

What's up?

[Miles] Oh, just me

waiting to talk to you.

[Rowena] About?

I-- I kind of thought

that we were

doing this story together.

[Rowena] We are.

[Miles] I know, but I'm

the one who's doing

all the grunt work

while you're out

all night drinking.

You know, I mean, at least

you can introduce me to the--

[clatters]

At least,

you can introduce me

to the lesbian.

[Rowena] Take the virtual tour.

I'm sure there's a lovely

picture of her there, Miles.

-Night, night.

-Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Do you remember

that series of murders

they traced back

to Riverbank Park?

The, uh...

The drifter they never caught?

Women that were being murdered

and tossed off the cliffs?

[Rowena] Yeah, yeah.

The, uh...

Rufus Scott series.

Yeah, well,

the cops think maybe

the drifter tossed Grace.

[Rowena] Yeah,

well, maybe.

But, uh...

I'm gonna go to bed

so let's talk

about it tomorrow.

-Sweet dreams.

-Bye.

[man over speakers]

Tired?

What did you have in mind?

[man]

You.

The coffee room.

Remember?

You rubbed against me.

[laughing] This is

some good shit.

Save this chat.

[man] Then you bent over.

Ew, she did?

[man] You knew

what you were doing to me.

You liked it.

[Rowena]

Mm, not quite.

[man] I can't stop

thinking about you.

Where's your boyfriend?

[Rowena]

You are a twisted...

Where's your wife?

-[man] Out.

-Out.

Figured.

Looks like it's just

you and me, Hill.

[man] Are you

turned on?

No.

[man] Me too.

[laughs]

Are you trying

to seduce me, mister?

Wait a minute,

now I'm gonna

get your whole name.

Harrison Hill.

[man] What are you wearing?

[Rowena] Robe.

[man] What's underneath?

Panties.

Ask what color.

Come on, come on.

I know it. What color?

[man] What color?

I... [laughing]

I knew it.

White. Sheer.

[man] I like that.

[Rowena]

You like that?

[man]

Now picture this.

We're on a beach.

[Rowena] No, no.

Let's keep this real.

Let's put this at H2A.

[man] Okay, H2A.

[Rowena] Yes.

[man] No one's around.

[man] I gotta tell you

about this, Miles.

[Rowena] You come

into the coffee room.

I'm already there.

[chuckles]

Miles, chatting with Hill.

[man]

You rub against me.

[Rowena]

Talking about H2A.

Whoo hoo!

[man]

I lift up your skirt.

-Veronica?

-Go away.

-[man] Veronica.

-I'm coming.

-[man] You there?

-Sorry, uh...

My hands were a little busy.

[man] Mine too.

-Ew.

-At least one of them.

[giggles]

God, you're easy.

[man] I'm gonna

tell you what to do.

You like being

told what to do?

[Rowena] Okay.

[Miles]

Trail your hands

to your panties.

Go inside.

Can you feel me

fucking you, Ro?

[ominous music playing]

-Hey.

-Hi.

[Rowena laughs]

-What are you doing here?

-Giving you breakfast.

-Yeah?

-Good morning.

-Morning.

-Yeah.

[phone ringing]

Don't answer it.

-I have to answer it.

-No, you don't.

Wait, wait, wait.

Hold that thought.

No, no, don't.

Tell them that you're busy.

-Don't answer that.

-Hey.

[Miles] Hey,

I need to talk to you.

I think I got

a breakthrough on Hill.

-Okay. Cam?

-What?

Please give me

a second.

I gotta take this.

Okay, Miles, what's up?

Did you get my e-mail?

Wait, tell me

you didn't just say,

"Cam, give me a minute."

[Rowena]

Come on, man.

I don't have time

for this shit. What?

Oh, you're busy, huh?

[sighs]

Well, look,

there's too much

to go over right now.

Can you meet me

at the Grill Room at 1:00?

[Rowena] Yeah.

-I hate that he's there, Ro.

-Yeah. I know you do.

Hey, Ro.

Did... Did Cam

happen to mention

that he's having

a DNA test today

for Grace's baby?

Three o'clock.

Thirty-First Precinct.

Cops have them

together in November.

Coffee.

Did he happen

to mention that?

What is it

with great women

and shitty men?

I don't know.

You figure it out.

Tell me later.

No more phones.

[grunts]

What are you doing later?

You.

No, I mean, like later.

This afternoon later.

Showing a couple

places uptown.

Oh.

-Really?

-Yeah.

What about downtown?

What do you mean?

Thirty-first Precinct.

-What?

-Three o'clock.

Fucking liar!

Thought you said you hadn't

seen Grace in over a year.

-I haven't.

-Uh-huh?

That must be

why the cops

have you with her

three months ago.

Thanks, Miles.

Thought you said

it was over, Cam.

You said you didn't give

a shit about that bitch.

-Remember that?

-I don't.

Well, you sat your ass

right there and said,

-"I love you, Ro."

-I do, Ro.

-You're a fucking liar!

-I do!

[sighs]

Was it yours?

Could it have been yours?

I don't know.

You don't know.

Ro...

Get the hell

out of my house.

[sighs]

[door slams]

[gloomy music playing]

-[woman] Good morning, Larry.

-[doorman] Good morning.

[Hill]

Hey.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Okay.

I give up. What?

You didn't read

the paper today?

Today is "National

Take Your Best Employee

to Work Day."

Mmm.

So I guess you're gonna

pick up Esmeralda next.

But you know what?

Esmeralda rides a broom

to work every day.

[laughs]

That's funny. Very funny.

You have a sense of humor.

Bobby, say hi

to Katherine.

[Mia]

Hi, Esmeralda,

it's me again.

Is he still

in a meeting?

Well, just let him know

I called and I'll

see him later.

Thanks.

[suspenseful music playing]

Thank you.

[Hill]

Gentlemen,

welcome to New York,

or as we like to

call it, Reebok Town.

[all cheering]

Come and have a seat

right over here.

[Gina] That ass-kissing

will go on all afternoon.

Wanna take

a long lunch?

Uh, no, actually, I can't.

I've gotta, uh...

meet a friend downtown.

I'll see you.

Fancy lady.

[Rowena]

So, what's up?

Look, I stumbled

across some information

about Hill's wife

and her family fortune.

I mean, they had

millions and millions.

And they invested a lot of it

into medical research.

One of the guys they backed,

revolutionized surgery

by finding a medicinal use

for a poisonous plant

called belladonna.

-Hm?

-We have proof

that Hill was ADEX.

We have proof

that ADEX knew Grace.

We have motive,

the pregnancy,

and now we have

knowledge and history

that links Hill directly

with Belladonna.

The only thing we don't have

is access to Hill's

personal e-mail account.

What are you talking about?

We do have access.

No, no, that's his IOL account.

His main account is with H2A.

And I can't get to it.

There's a firewall.

There's something new.

I can't scale it

with a remote.

-Take this.

-And what's that?

New spyware that you're gonna

mickey into Hill's laptop.

Go at the end of the day,

install it

into the computer

and bury it

into the hard drive.

And how long will that take?

Uh, three minutes

and 14 seconds.

But that's just a guess.

[computer beeping]

SPYrid?

Fuck. What?

[Miles over phone]

Yeah?

Okay, so he's got anti-spyware

on his computer.

There's a big fucking sign

that says,

"Stop in the name of SPYrid."

SPYrid? Oh, he's definitely

hiding something.

[Rowena]

There was a leak,

so they probably

went into lockdown.

But what do I do now?

He's asking for a password.

Uh, it's new. Look...

Look, I can get in,

but it'll take a few minutes.

Just take the flash drive out,

we'll do it later, alright?

-I'm sorry.

-Sorry?

All you can say is sorry?

-Well, I don't--

-Well, tell me something.

[door bangs]

[gasps]

Usually the competition's

a little smarter

than to send a beautiful temp

into the boss' office

to snoop around

on his fucking computer

to try and find

fresh ideas.

I... Well, I, uh...

No, wait.

Let me see

if I can help you.

I am in your office,

and I really need

to come up with a...

A really honest story.

No, I...

I was really just gonna...

I don't know,

tell you the truth.

Go ahead.

Give that a shot.

I came in here

because I wanted

to leave you a note.

And I... I wanted to do it

at the end of the day

when there was nobody here

because I really didn't

want everybody in this office

to know that the new girl

has got a big crush

on the boss.

And what was

this little note gonna say?

Well, it was gonna say

that you're wrong,

because there's

17 restaurants

in this city

that make

the Hemingway daiquiri.

-Who were you talking

to on the phone?

-Eddie.

-Eddie?

-My friend, Eddie.

He's a bartender,

and he was helping me

put together the list.

I realize that I didn't

remember all 17 bars,

so I was calling him

for help and I...

I'm sorry.

And I'm positive

I'm fired.

Get out.

Here. This is

the list of the bars.

-Please, get--

-I'm telling you the truth.

This is what

I was leaving.

You might wanna

check 'em out.

[sighs]

Hey.

This is what you

want me to believe?

That you came

in here...

For this list?

Yeah.

Okay.

Well, you're fired.

Because I...

don't wanna

take you to dinner

as your boss.

I mean, maybe

I'll rehire you

in the morning,

or... maybe after dessert.

You can tell me

all about

this crush you have

on the boss.

Okay.

[Dido's "White Flag"

playing over speakers]

♪ I know you think that

I shouldn't still love you ♪

♪ Or tell you that ♪

♪ But if I didn't say it ♪

♪ Well, I'd still have

Felt it ♪

♪ Where's the sense in that? ♪

[panting]

[Rowena] I did that?

[chuckling]

Yes, you did that.

Mmm.

[panting]

Mmm, mmm.

Okay, wait...

Wait a minute.

[moans]

-Mmm. Where you going?

-Wait.

-Wait.

-What's the matter?

Just wait.

Gotta go to the bathroom.

-I'll be right back.

-All right.

-[thud]

-Oh!

[laughs]

-I'll be right back.

-You all right?

-Be right back.

-[laughing]

♪ I'm in love ♪

♪ And always will be ♪

♪ I know I left too much ♪

♪ Mess and destruction ♪

♪ To come back again ♪

[exhales]

[cell phone chiming]

♪ And caused nothing

But trouble ♪

♪ I understand if you can't ♪

♪ Talk to me again ♪

♪ And if you live

By the rules ♪

♪ Of it's over ♪

♪ Then I'm sure that

That makes sense ♪

♪ I will go down

With this ship ♪

♪ And I won't put my hands up ♪

♪ And surrender ♪

♪ There will be

No white flag ♪

[ominous music playing]

♪ Upon my door ♪

♪ I'm in love ♪

♪ And always will be ♪

[car alarm beeps]

[clears throat]

[groans]

All of a sudden

I'm not feeling that good.

I think maybe you should

take me home.

Oh, too much sake, I think.

[exhales]

Which way are we going?

My exit's back there.

[locks click]

How far are you

prepared to take this?

Say your name.

Go ahead. Just say it.

Katherine.

Bullshit.

Katherine Pogue.

Bullshit.

Bullshit.

Okay. You need to

take me home.

Esmeralda

was right.

And I didn't want

to believe her.

You're a spy

for Kirschenbaum, right?

Answer me!

Don't wanna talk?

Well, I'll tell you what.

How 'bout this?

Let's get your pal "M"

on the phone.

Who the fuck is M?

And why is my name

on this text?

Okay.

I'm gonna ask you

one more time.

Are you

or are you not

a fucking spy?

-Yes!

-What?

Yes!

Phelps, right?

You and that scumbag

Phelps the whole time.

From the first day. Right?

How much could

they be paying you?

Are they paying you more

than hooker money?

Because that's what

you are, right?

Do you even know

what the word loyalty means?

I bet your wife

is wondering

the same thing.

[screams]

I am so disappointed

in you right now.

But just because you wanna

hurt somebody,

doesn't mean

that you will.

[engine starts]

[tires screeching]

Harrison, I'm sorry.

I have...

I've never spied

on anybody like this.

Fuck you.

Get out.

[locks click]

[shower running]

-[man] Rowena.

-[exhales]

Rowena.

Rowena.

Come on, honey.

I wonder where could she be?

[muffled scream]

Bath time.

[Rowena]

No!

Ro, I called you

50 fucking times

last night.

I-I called you at H2A,

they said you

no longer work there.

I mean, what the fuck?

Where are you?

On the way to

the rehab center

to see my mother.

[Miles] The last time

I spoke to you

was when you

tried to jimmy the lock

on Hill's computer.

Do you have any idea

of the thoughts going

through my fucking head?

Hill saw the text message

you sent me last night.

[Miles] What?

[Rowena] So I guess

we won't be getting

into his computer

after all.

No, no, no, uh...

No, it's okay. Uh, I'll...

I'll figure something out.

Don't worry about it.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm... I'm good.

[laughs]

Look, can...

Can we, um,

have an early dinner tonight?

You can bring your laptop

and we'll start putting

the story together?

-Okay.

-Okay?

Oh, good. You--

You never say okay,

and that's good.

I love okay.

Oh, good.

I'm just glad

you're out of there.

Yeah. Me too.

Okay, I'll see you tonight.

[Rowena] Bye.

Bye.

Phyllis?

Anybody here?

Hello?

[man speaking

indistinctly over TV]

Hi, Mom.

You look pretty.

Hello, can I help you?

Oh, yeah, hi.

I'm from IT.

I was sent to run the detox

on Mr. Hill's computer.

[Hill]

Fascinating.

Wanna know why?

Nobody called IT.

Uh, well, your--

Your computer did, sir.

Uh, when any computer

hooked up to the grid

goes down,

it cries for help.

Ah, cry for help.

Have you tried these?

Uh, no.

There's a little

honey in the center.

-Thank--

-I'm Harrison Hill.

Benson comma Kurt.

Interesting name.

Let me ask you something.

Could this have

anything to do

with someone trying to install

spyware on my computer?

Uh, well, it could have

to do with anything,

but I won't know until I give

your computer a clean scrub.

I like a good,

clean scrub.

Yeah. [chuckles]

I need about 10 minutes

in my office,

but in the meantime

I'm sure Josie wouldn't mind

showing you

around the office.

[Miles]

Hello, Josie.

Josie, meet

Benson comma Kurt.

Esmeralda, can I have

those mockups

that Gunnar

left someplace, please?

Yes, yes, I know right

where it is.

Follow me.

Josie.

[doorbell ringing]

[Rowena]

Come on, Miles.

Shit.

[doorbell ringing]

[Miles]

Beautiful space.

Beautiful people.

Beautiful pictures.

Are those, uh...

Are those planets?

No. Eyes.

Mrs. Hill did

a whole series.

Inside the dilated eye.

We have

a guest computer.

Take the virtual tour.

It's very informative.

I'll be in my office

if you need me.

[suspenseful music playing]

Oh, thanks.

I got locked out.

[dog barking]

[Rowena over speakers]

Miles is sexy.

Miles?

[Rowena over speakers]

Miles is sexy.

Miles is sexy.

Miles is sexy.

-[clatter]

-[gasps]

Miles is sexy.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Rowena over speakers]

Miles is sexy.

Miles is sexy.

[Rowena]

"Welcome Trublu."

[Rowena over speakers]

Miles is sexy.

Miles is sexy.

Miles is sexy.

Miles is sexy.

Miles is sexy.

Miles is sexy.

Miles is sexy.

Can I help you?

What the fuck, Miles?

What are you doing

in this room?

Well, I heard my voice...

coming from your computer.

That's what I'm doing.

It's a joke.

That's just a joke.

[chuckles nervously]

Oh, i-it's a joke, huh?

Well... Well,

are all these pictures

on this computer a joke?

Miles is sexy.

[Rowena] Are the pictures

of me out there on that

goddamn dummy a joke?

Huh? Huh?

Well, you know what?

I'll tell you what's funny.

What's funny is the fact

that you said you

hadn't seen Grace,

but yet you got

pictures of her

on your computer from October.

Nude pictures,

all fucking chained up,

and strapped up and shit.

-Hey, can we--

-N-n-no.

Can we go in

the other room and talk?

Let's talk about him. Trublu.

Maybe your pal Trublu

took all these pictures.

Maybe Trublu took all

these fucking

pictures in here.

-Wait a minute. Can you--?

-You freak.

-Wait a minute!

-Go ahead, admit it.

Fucking admit it right now.

You were ADEX.

Two or three times, yeah.

Yeah, that's

what I thought.

You've been manipulating

this whole thing, haven't you?

Lying to me.

Fucking Grace.

Who didn't?

You were trying to set up

Harrison Hill, huh?

Wait a minute.

You think that

because of this

-that I had something

to do with that?

-Yeah.

Why wouldn't I?

You can't keep changing

your identity, Miles,

and expect people

to trust you.

Don't be such

a fucking hypocrite, Ro.

Fuck you!

No, fuck you!

I've been working my ass off

on this for you

the whole time.

Everybody has secrets, Ro.

Right. Everybody's

got secrets, huh?

Until they get caught.

Let's see.

Take the fucking time

to look at something.

You told me to take

the virtual tour of H2A.

When you do,

when you click

on the photographs

hanging in the reception area

it links you

to Mia Hill's Web page.

She took photographs

of dilated eyes, Ro.

They're eyes. Look.

"Mia Rheinhart Hill replicates

a phenomenon fashionable

in the 1920's,

the dilation

of a woman's pupils

with the use of belladonna."

This is it.

This puts the poison

in his hands

or it puts the poison

in his wife's hands.

This is it.

This is what

we've been looking for.

You need to get help.

Wait a minute, wait.

Wait a minute.

This is the story.

Can I go now?

[melancholy music playing]

[Rowena]

I have a history

of powerful men

squashing stories

and...

And hiding facts,

so I wanted to get

this whole thing together.

Give it to you

before Harrison Hill

had a chance

to do just that.

"Veronica. What's new?"

Boyfriend's out of town.

"Which means."

You tell me.

"Hotel Gansevoort."

[Rowena]

"I'll leave a key

under your name.

From Room 1801,

the view is spectacular,

especially the sunrise."

[knocking at door]

[lock clicking]

Are you Harrison Hill?

Yeah.

[beeping, static]

Mr. Hill,

I'm gonna need you

to put your hands

behind your back.

You're under arrest

for the murder

of Grace Clayton.

Who?

Fast Filly.

You have the right

to remain silent

and refuse to answer

any questions.

Anything you say can

and will be used

against you at a court of law.

You have the right

to hire an attorney

before speaking

to the police

and have an attorney present

during questioning any time now

or in the future.

[DA] The State

of New York will prove

beyond a reasonable doubt

that the defendant,

Harrison Matthew Hill,

did intentionally

and with premeditation

commit the heinous murder

of Grace Alexandra Clayton.

Are you aware

of the hundreds of e-mails

between your husband

and other women?

Now I am.

[DA] Mrs. Hill,

where do you keep

your belladonna?

[Mia] It's in

my medicine cabinet

in my photography studio

downtown.

[DA] The state will present

irrefutable physical evidence

that places the murder weapon,

poison called belladonna,

in the defendant's car

commingled with

the victim's blood,

hair and bodily secretions.

We got blood.

[DA]

And finally, you will learn

about Grace Clayton,

a young woman

who believed the lies

that this ad-man

was selling,

never realizing the price

that she would pay

would be

her own tragic death.

Thank you for your time

and consideration.

I look forward to your verdict

at the close of this trial.

All over the city, really.

But most often

at his hotel suite.

He kept one

at the Gansevoort.

He liked to watch

the sun rise over the city.

He just didn't want

his wife to find out.

If she did,

it was over.

[man]

The hair, blood and secretions

all matched the victim,

Grace Clayton.

Additionally, we did find

some trace elements

of belladonna extract.

All significant

financial holdings

are in the name of his wife,

Mia Rheinhart Hill.

[doorman]

It was after midnight

on the 5th.

I just started my shift.

This blond woman

was freaking out,

wanting to see Mr. Hill.

I buzzed him.

There was no answer.

She left an envelope,

but she wasn't happy.

About an hour later, uh,

Mr. Hill came down,

he took the envelope

and left.

I didn't see him

the rest of the night.

[DA]

I'm holding in my hand a copy

of State's Exhibit Number Three

in evidence, which reads,

"Grace.

Don't come by my house.

Don't come by my office.

We are done.

Leave me the fuck alone."

Can you please tell the jury

where this came from?

I retrieved it

from Harrison's hard drive

after the police had

seized his computer.

[Rowena]

It starts with a quiet hum,

an empty screen inviting you.

Has the jury reached

a verdict?

Yes, we have,

Your Honor.

[Rowena]

"Come inside," it says.

"We're always open."

[judge]

Will the defendant

please rise?

How do you find on the charge

of murder in the first degree?

[Rowena]

It's a world, you think,

where actions

have no consequence,

where guilt is cloaked

by anonymity,

where there

are no fingerprints.

An invisible universe...

[camera shutter clicks]

filled with strangers,

interconnected online

and disconnected in life.

It will steal your secrets,

corrupt your dreams

and co-opt your identity.

Because in this world,

where you can be

anything you want,

anyone you want,

you just might lose sight

of who you are.

[man]

Hello, Rowena.

You know how much Daddy

likes bath time.

My... My great big

beautiful girl.

You are so...

Put her down now.

She needed help.

Isn't that right,

Rowena?

Get out.

Oh, you better

get out of here.

You put that thing down.

-Get out, I mean it.

-Put it down, now.

Do you hear me?

-[screams]

-Ah!

Are you okay, honey?

Are you okay?

[groaning]

Mommy,

he's coming.

I said get out!

Get out!

[crying]

[Miles]

She was blackmailing you,

wasn't she?

That's why you did her all

those favors all those years,

even after she slept

with your boyfriend.

You just couldn't

say no, could you?

What was it?

What did Grace

know about you?

[mother] We're just

gonna tell people

he disappeared.

Like last August.

He just never came home.

He just went away,

and he never came home.

You got that?

Rowena, look at me!

You got that?

[Miles] God,

you must have hated her.

I hated her. I...

I hated her for you.

I still do.

-Rowena.

-Grace.

[Miles] But she just

kept coming back.

You can't just

forget people.

Bury them and pretend

like they never existed.

[Miles] And then she

handed you Hill that night.

She fucking

handed him to you.

Regards to your mother.

[Miles] At some point,

you must have thought,

"This has to end.

This all has to end."

So you did a little research.

You took the virtual tour.

That's how you found out

about the belladonna.

That's how you knew

you could pin it on Hill.

And then that's how

I knew it was you.

You remember that night

at my apartment?

When I was looking

for Mia Hill's Web page

and-- And your computer

finished the address for me.

Didn't register for me

at the time.

But later it occurred

to me that you

already had everything

you needed to know.

You led me right to him.

[Rowena]

Belladonna is used

to dilate eyes.

Are those planets?

No, eyes.

Mrs. Hill did

a whole series.

Inside the dilated eye.

[Miles]

Every step of the fucking way.

And then all you needed

was the belladonna.

And I--

And I remembered your mother

and that pathetic little

pharmacy they have there...

and how you always

used to complain

how understaffed they were.

And it really wasn't

that difficult to get, was it?

You called her

to let her think

you were gonna do

a story on Hill.

"Bring your computer,"

you said,

"Show me everything

you've got."

You laced her

drink good enough

to knock her out.

You got some hair.

You took some blood.

You placed the belladonna

in her eyes

to implicate Hill

or his wife.

And then...

all you needed to do

was connect Hill

with the physical evidence.

You had the blood.

You had the fibers.

You even had the belladonna.

All the tumblers

clicking into place.

Secrets are great, Ro.

Unless you get caught.

You once told me that all it

takes for the perfect murder

are the right ingredients

at the right time.

So you waited all these years

for everything to line up.

That's fucking beautiful.

That's poetic.

It's almost perfect

except for one little thing.

What are you willing

to do for me

to keep me quiet?

-[thud]

-[choked moaning]

[grunts]

[gasps]

[gasps]

Lieutenant Tejada,

it's Rowena Price.

I think we sent

the wrong man to prison.

[sobbing]

Miles attacked me.

You gotta get to my house.

Please.

Ah.

[Cat Power's

"Troubled Waters" playing]

♪ I must be ♪

♪ One of the

Devil's daughters ♪

♪ They look at me with scorn ♪

♪ I'll never hear their horn ♪

♪ Sometimes ♪

♪ It's like chains ♪

♪ Sometimes I hang my head ♪

♪ In shame ♪

♪ When people see me ♪

♪ They scandalize my name ♪

♪ I'm going down ♪

♪ To the devil's water ♪

♪ I'm gonna drown ♪

♪ In that troubled water ♪

♪ It's coming 'round my soul ♪

♪ It's way beyond control ♪

♪ I must be one ♪

♪ I must be one ♪

♪ I must be ♪

♪ One of the Devil's

daughters ♪

♪ They look at me with scorn ♪

♪ I'll never hear their horn ♪

♪ Sometimes it's like ♪

♪ Being in chains ♪

♪ Sometimes I hang my head ♪

♪ In shame ♪

♪ When people see me ♪

♪ They scandalize my name ♪

♪ I'm going down ♪

♪ To the devil's water ♪

♪ I'm gonna drown ♪

♪ In that troubled water ♪

♪ It's coming 'round my soul ♪

♪ It's way beyond control ♪

♪ I must be one ♪

♪ I must be one ♪

♪ I must be ♪