Wandering Eye (2011) - full transcript
Neglected by her workaholic husband, a young wife, Maren Abbott, meets a man through Wandering Eye - a networking website designed to facilitate extramarital liaisons. Charming as he is, ...
(Honking)
(Boat honking)
(Singing, indistinct)
(Children shouting)
- I have to go.
- Mmm!
Mm-mmm. Not yet.
(Giggling)
(Screams)
(Gunshot with silencer)
(Honking)
- I propose a toast.
To Graham, the last one
to be bucked off the horse
and the first one
back in the saddle.
- Thank you!
- So tell us about
your new job.
- Really ?
- Yeah.
- It sucks.
I sit there all day
watching billions of pixels
race by on the screen,
trying to figure out
which ones to grab
to maximize our
clients' profitability.
- Sounds familiar.
- Only now, knowing how bad
the economy can get,
it kind of... Well, it kind of
takes the fun out of it.
- Yeah, fiscal responsibility.
I mean, who goes into
investment banking for that?
- Right.
- So, how's Connor, Maren?
- Working too hard.
- Yeah, neglecting his
beautiful wife, I'm sure.
- No, not tonight.
It's his birthday.
- Whoo! What do you
have planned?
- Nice dinner,
candlelight, champagne.
- What are you gonna wear?
- Wouldn't you
like to know?
- Actually, I would.
I'm just saying.
Look, Maren,
if you were my wife,
I would never be
late from work.
I'd be home every
night in your arms.
(Chuckling)
- I know it's awkward
me having a job
and you guys still
looking for work.
- Hey, I'm enjoying
unemployment.
I get to be
a full-time mom.
- Uh-huh.
- And I get to do all the
things I never have time to,
like tap class, art lessons,
rock climbing.
- Hold on.
You're doing all that stuff?
- No, but I have time to.
- Good for you!
I'm gonna get this.
- Oh, you're too
good to us.
- Next time it's on me.
- All right, see ya.
Great to see you.
- Oh!
It was nice
to see you too.
(Man on CB, indistinct)
(Woman on CB, indistinct)
(Approaching siren)
- Det. Fitzpatrick.
- Solomon, I don't
have all night.
- Right.
Male victim is
Michael Hollis.
He lived here with
his wife and 2 children.
She and kids are away in
Florida visiting her mother.
He was supposed to
call them at 5:00 p.m.
He does that every day
when they're away.
Um, when he didn't,
and she couldn't reach him,
she calls the neighbour,
who comes over, discovers
the bodies at 8:15.
- Time of death?
- Current best guess
about 1:00.
Looks like they were
having a "nooner".
- And the woman?
- Anne Federman.
She lived in Elmhurst.
She's married.
Uh, a daughter in junior high.
Her husband's got a contracting
firm on the island.
- You've spoken to him?
- Yeah, yeah. He's on his way
in now to ID the body
and Mrs. Hollis is
on a plane from Miami.
- That's an
extremely clean cut.
- It's almost surgical.
- So the killer severed
just the ring finger?
- Just the ring finger.
And his too.
But whoever killed them...
wasn't interested in the rings.
(Dog barking)
(Ringing)
- Hi, sweetheart.
- Hey. I won't be
home for awhile.
-
How long awhile?
- I don't know. We have an
emergency appendectomy.
I'm the only
surgeon on duty.
Don't wait up, OK?
(Sighing)
- All right. I'll keep
a plate warm for you.
- OK, thanks. Sorry.
(Sighing)
- Happy birthday.
- Are you sure the name
doesn't ring a bell?
- No. She never mentioned
Michael Hollis.
- So you don't
know how they met?
- Obviously.
- Did you know that
your wife was having
an affair, Mr. Federmen?
- My teenage daughter
is home alone.
And I have to go and tell her
her mother's been murdered.
And then I have funeral
arrangements to make.
- We understand, Mr. Federman.
But if there's--
- There is nothing
I can tell you
about what happened
to my wife
or the man she was with.
I'm done here.
- Mr. Federmen!
Well...
If my wife
had been murdered,
I'm pretty sure
I'd wanna know why.
- He said he was on a job site
at the time of the murder.
No one can
corroborate that.
Find out everything
you can on this guy.
Hey! Everything.
I got it.
-Hi. You're on
Do Ask, Do tell.
Who's calling?
-
Hi, Pamela.
My name is Vickie.
-What's on your
mind today, Vickie?
-
Well ... frequency.
My husband, he wants to...
you know, do it all the time.
-
How often is
all the time?
-
Every day, if he could.
-
How long you been married?
-A little over 5 years.
-
Then you're doing something
right, girlfriend.
(Cell phone ringing)
He's still interested.
Thanks for calling.
- Hello?
Hey, Graham.
Sure.
Lunch sounds great.
(Siren)
- This place is fantastic.
- Yeah. It's only been
open a few months,
but it's already a
neighbourhood favourite.
- Well, you look beautiful.
- Thank you. Cheers.
- Cheers.
- So who's this client
you're out here to see?
- Client? Um...
I kind of fibbed about that.
You know, I was stuck at my desk
and I was bored out of my mind
and I had an overwhelming
desire to, um,
play hookey.
(Laughing)
- So you lied about
having business in Brooklyn?
- Yeah. Not here for Brooklyn.
Here for you.
(Chuckles)
- I don't understand.
- How are you?
- What do you mean?
- Ah, just when I look at you,
you look like someone who's...
lonely and frustrated.
- Well, um...
I'm not.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
- Why are you still
holding my hand?
- Um...
- Let's go to my place.
- Graham!
No. Stop.
- Come on. You know
you want to.
- No, I don't.
- Yeah, you do.
All right.
(Clears throat)
I'm sorry.
Came on too strong.
Maren...
Um...
Whenever you're ready,
I'm here.
(Birds chirping)
(Siren)
- (Woman on PA):
Dr. Davis, telephone, please.
- Maren! Hey!
- Hey.
- What are you doing here?
Do we, uh, do we
have something today?
- Maybe.
- (Whispering): Oh, hey.
- Mmm!
Mmm!
- Oh! OK, you know what?
We've got to stop it.
This isn't the time or
the place. I'm sorry.
(Sighing)
- Then what is?
Hmm?
- Um...
- You never touch me
anymore, Connor.
Is there someone else?
- For god's sake, no.
- Then what? You're not
attracted to me anymore?
- No, I'm--
I'm a surgical resident.
I'm working. I'm working
harder than I ever have, OK?
And harder than
I ever will again.
Look...
Oh! Look, Maren.
We're fine. OK?
I love you. And I'm sorry
if I'm not the stud
you'd like me
to be right now,
but I will do what--
(Pager beeping)
But I am actually late
for a staff meeting.
I gotta go. I'm sorry.
I'll see you tonight, OK?
- Promise?
- I promise.
(Sighing)
(Scoffing)
- So Federman's ex-military.
He's still in the reserves.
He's an expert marksman.
Belongs to a gun club.
He owns over a dozen
registered firearms.
- No criminal record?
- No.
No, and there's still
no physical evidence
linking him to the crime.
- Most people are murdered
by someone they know,
especially when
infidelity is involved.
- OK, so we've got motive,
capability, and no alibi.
- So let's pay
him a visit.
Meet me back
here in an hour.
- OK. You know, one thing
still puzzles me though.
Hollis and Federman's wife,
they were from completely
different worlds.
How did they
know each other?
- That's a very good question.
- Huh.
(Dog barking)
(Sighing)
-You're on the air.
Do you have a question for
our guest, Brook McCall?
- (Woman):
Hi. Yeah, look.
Let's get real here, Brook.
Isn't your website just,
you know, pornography?
- (Laughing):
My goodness!
Not at all.
-
But you're selling sex.
-
We're not selling anything.
We're a networking site.
-Yeah, for sex.
-
Tell me, caller,
are you married?
-
Yes.
-Have you ever
had an affair?
-
No.
-Have you ever
been tempted to?
-Come on, now, caller.
This is
Do Ask, Do Tell.
Be honest.
-
Well, yeah, once,
but I didn't.
I love my husband.
-
Well, Wandering Eye
embraces both realities,
that you can love your spouse
but still need more.
-
Like sex with a stranger?
-
Not a stranger,
someone who's in the same
predicament you're in,
someone who wants to preserve
marriage they value
but at the same time enjoy
the pleasure of being
with someone else.
-
You make it sound like
there are no consequences.
-
Oh, there are. We help save
a lot of marriages.
-
Oh, come on!
-When you were
tempted to stray,
was it with
someone you knew?
-
Yeah, a neighbour.
-
And that's probably one of
the reasons, if not the reason,
you didn't do it, right?
-
Well, sure. It would've
been complicated.
-
That's why
Wandering Eye works.
We keep things from
getting complicated.
And that's what our
members value most: discretion.
- You ready?
- We know how Michael Hollis
and Anne Federman met.
This is Hollis' computer,
one his wife
never used.
I gave it
to the geeks...
(Chuckling)
...and look
what they found.
- What is it?
- It's a website where married
people meet other married people
who want to get it on.
- Wandering Eye.
(Doorbell ringing)
- Detectives.
Can I help you?
- We have a couple of questions
for you, Mr. Federman,
if--if that's OK.
Have you ever heard of
a networking site
called Wandering Eye?
- No. What does it have
to do with my wife?
- We found e-mail exchanges
between her and Hollis
on his computer
through a
Wandering Eye account.
We think that's
how they met.
- Did your wife own
a computer, Mr. Federmen?
- Here it is.
I found it yesterday.
I didn't know
she had it.
- Were you able
to read her emails?
- Why on earth would
I do that, Detective?
My wife was murdered
in another man's bed.
I think the time to be
the jealous husband has passed.
I assume you need
to take this.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yes.
- Just be quick about it.
My daughter will be
home from school soon.
- Mr. Federman,
do you own a .38?
- Is that what
the killer used?
- Do you?
- They're all legal
and registered.
I assume you'll need
to take this too.
- That guy gives me
the creeps.
- He just found
the computer yesterday?
(Chuckling)
That's convenient.
We need to put
a shadow on him.
- Right. I'm on it.
(People chattering)
(Man laughing)
- Alison?
- Yeah.
- Lucas.
- Hi, Lucas.
Nice to meet you.
- Yeah, you too.
Wow!
You're even prettier
than you said you were.
- Oh.
Thanks.
- That sounded like
a line, didn't it?
- Uh, yeah.
- I'm sorry. I'm just--
I've never done this before.
That sounded
like a line too.
(Laughing)
- It's OK.
Let's face it.
This is really weird.
- Yeah. Definitely weird.
- Yeah.
- Um, what are you having?
- Coffee.
- A refill on the
coffee and, um...
a glass of
white wine, please.
- Actually make that
2 white wines.
Thanks.
(Birds chirping)
- I love Blair.
I really do.
And I still want her sexually.
Not if she doesn't
want to be with me.
And these days...
I don't have
to tell you, right?
I mean, you're married
to a doctor too.
- Yeah. I couldn't believe it
when I read your profile.
I thought:
"Here's my mirror image."
- You wanna
know the truth?
The idea of
having an affair,
of being unfaithful to Blair,
it depresses me.
I mean, it feels
like a violation
of everything
I believe in.
- I know.
When I said my wedding vows,
I meant them.
- But I can't stop thinking
about being with someone else.
Especially now.
I checked in
after I landed.
I've got a room.
(Sighing)
- Not yet.
- Sure.
No. I understand.
(Woman laughing)
- (Man):
The focus has changed.
- So, I'm here the
rest of the week.
What do you say we just
keep in touch
and we'll see
what happens?
- OK.
- And whatever happens
or doesn't,
I'm really glad
that we met.
- Me too.
- I'm sorry.
- No.
(Chuckles)
That was nice.
Bye.
- Bye.
(Man on CB, indistinct)
- Williamsburg.
(Car door closing)
(Doorbell ringing)
- (Maren):
Hello.
- Hey. It's me.
-
Hey. Come on up.
(Door buzzing)
(Baby cooing)
Oh! Mommy's here.
Yeah, your Mommy's here.
How was the movie?
- I laughed. I cried.
And it was short enough,
I had time to get a manicure.
- Nice.
- And how did
you two get along?
- Well, she's not the most
dazzling conversationalist,
but I only had to
change one diaper.
- Only one?
You're saving the best
for Mommy, aren't you?
(Cooing)
Hey, that smells good.
- Connor's actually gonna
be home for dinner.
- How are things
with you guys?
- Uh... status quo.
- Hmm.
Any word from Graham about
openings at his company?
- No, and I'm not
gonna call him.
I don't wanna give him
the wrong impression.
- Right.
- Do you want
something to drink?
Water or anything?
- No. I'd better take
Her Highness home.
- OK.
(Chuckles)
(Baby cooing)
Bye, miss.
Ah! Bye. Bye.
(Baby whimpers)
Ooh!
- Thanks again for today.
- Mmm! My pleasure.
- I owe you one.
- No, you don't.
- Say hi to Connor.
- I will.
- Bye.
- Bye.
(Crickets chirping)
(Sighing)
(Sighing)
Tsk!
(Sighing)
(Sighing)
(♪ Classical music
on TV ♪)
(♪ Music stops )
(Sighing)
(Beep)
(Chiming)
(Chiming)
(Birds chirping)
(Yawning)
- Morning, Roberts.
- Morning.
- It's all yours.
See you later.
- (Man on stereo):
♪♪ Ooh
♪ It's irresistible
♪ It's another side of me
♪ Something takes over
♪ Desire gets stronger
♪ Where will it take me?
♪ It's scary...
♪ Ooh
♪ It's irresistible ♪
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Hi. How are you?
- Good. How are you doing?
- Good.
(Sighing)
- Ah!
- What are you doing?
Why are you following me?
Hey, stop! Don't even--
- You're under arrest,
Mr. Federman.
- You're lucky our officer
wasn't injured.
- I'm lucky?
- Why did you attack the car?
- That's not the right question.
- Why did you make
an unprovoked attack--
- That is not
the right question!
The question is:
Why are you following me?
Why are you watching my house?
- We're investigating the murder
of your wife, Mr. Federman.
- You think I killed her.
You think I murdered Anne.
- It is our responsibility
to conduct a thorough
investigation.
- What is wrong
with you people?
I loved my wife.
Do you have any idea what
it felt like to get the call,
to hear that she was dead,
to see her dead and to know
she'd been with another man?
Annie was everything to me.
I trusted her completely.
And she died betraying me,
betraying us.
Can you imagine
what it feels like...
knowing that?
Murder my wife! And leave our
daughter without a mother?
What kind of a person
do you think I am?
(Scoffing)
- Why was there a loaded gun
in your glove compartment?
- I put it there the other day.
They're here.
You know that, don't you?
Wandering Eye.
Their offices are in Queens.
I was so angry when I discovered
the site on Annie's computer,
I wanted to blame somebody
for what had happened.
I wanted to blame them.
So I drove over there
to confront them, to...
I'm not sure what.
I couldn't get out
of the car.
Couldn't do it.
My daughter needs me now.
She needs me so much.
And it wasn't their fault.
It was Anne's.
- Would you like a cup
of coffee, Mr. Federman?
- What was that?
Just an act
for our benefit?
- It felt real to me.
- Yeah?
Yeah, ballistics got back
to us on his .38.
It's not
the murder weapon.
- I'm gonna get
him a cup of coffee
and then I'm
gonna let him go.
- What about the
attack on the car?
Right.
(Sighing): So...
Back to square one.
- Yep.
- So, what about
the wife?
- The wife was
1,000 miles away.
And I don't see her
hiring a hit man.
- A burglary gone wrong?
- Nothing was taken.
- Yeah, but they didn't
get a chance to.
- They had a chance to take
the wedding rings but didn't.
- That was a message.
- Yeah, but what
the hell does that mean?
- Hmm...
- You come here often?
- Yeah, I always stay here
whenever I come to New York.
- Thanks.
(Sighing)
I would love
a glass of wine.
- Sure.
- You don't stay
here for the view.
(Chuckles)
- No, it's mostly out
of necessity,
being so close
to the airport.
I know that
it's not in the city,
but to tell you the truth,
I really enjoy
the quiet time alone.
- Yeah, I know
what you mean.
- (Whispering): Yeah.
(Exhales)
You...
are so beautiful.
(Lucas chuckling)
(Sniffling)
What is it?
What's wrong?
(Crying)
- Talk to me.
- I can't do this.
I'm sorry.
I can't do this.
I thought I could, but...
I just can't.
It's just...
- Your vows.
- Yeah.
I can't.
- Hey.
What do you say
we just get back
to our wine?
(Sobs)
Huh?
- I'd like that.
I'd like that a lot.
I should probably
get going.
- OK.
(Sighing)
Here, let me.
- Oh.
- Come on. Here.
- Ah, thanks.
(Chuckles)
Oh! I have a confession.
My name is not Alison.
It's Maren Abbott.
- Oh!
- Sorry I lied to you.
(Sighing)
- It's OK.
I mean, who knew
what we were
getting ourselves
into here, right?
I wasn't smart enough
to use an alias.
(Both chuckling)
- You know what I think?
- What?
- I think your wife is
gonna come back around.
- Oh yeah? What makes
you say that?
- Women's intuition.
(Both chuckling)
Take care of
yourself, Lucas.
- You too, Maren.
- Bye.
(Sighing)
(Beeping)
(Sighing)
(Shower running)
- Maren?
(Gasps)
(Gunshots)
- What you doing?
- Uh, a little shopping.
- At 3:00 in the morning?
- I couldn't sleep.
(Chuckles)
- What are you doing up?
- I was just gonna--
Just gonna go get some water.
(Airplane flying overhead)
- House keeping!
House keeping!
(Beeping)
(Screaming)
(Telephone ringing)
- Fitzpatrick.
Will?
I'm all right.
Look, why are you calling me?
We haven't released
that information yet.
How do you know that?
- Hey! I was
looking for you.
You talked to
Ian Mankowitz?
Homicide
detective, Queens.
- We went to
academy together.
- You told him about
the severed finger
in the Hollis-Federman case?
- Well, we were having
a beer and talking--
- A man was found murdered
in his hotel room
near JFK this morning.
Mankowitz is on
the investigative team.
The lead investigator
just called me.
The dead man was
mutilated in the same way.
- No kidding.
- Bring that with you.
We're going to Queens.
(♪ Rock on radio )
- (Woman on radio):
In the news today,
Queens police have
not yet released
the identity of the man
whose body was discovered
this morning
at the Luxury Travel
Hotel near the airport.
But hotel staff
indicated the man,
an apparent homicide victim,
was a frequent guest there.
In other news, the mayor's
office reiterated that--
(Siren)
- There he is.
- That's Will Atherton?
He's the lead investigator?
- Only in Queens.
It's my case.
- Still. Huh!
That's the guy that caught
the subway stalker, huh?
- That's the guy.
- What? You know him?
- I was married to him.
- He was shot at close range
with a small-calibre gun.
- .38?
- Yeah, probably.
The body was here overnight.
He was killed
yesterday afternoon.
- Any sign of
struggle?
- No, he appears to
have been caught
completely off guard.
- Maybe because
he knew the shooter.
- He was definitely
with somebody.
We collected 2 wine glasses
with 2 sets of prints,
One with lipstick traces.
And earlier that day
he was seen in the hotel
dining room with a woman.
Young, attractive,
well-dressed.
The wait staff
couldn't tell
if it was a business
meeting or a date.
She and the
victim left together.
- They presumably
came back here.
- Where they drank wine at noon?
Sounds like a date to me.
- Well, it didn't
get very far.
He was dressed.
The bed was made.
- You said he
came here often?
- Every other month,
a week at a time.
- Was he in the habit of holding
business meetings here?
- Not according
to the staff.
- That's
definitely a date!
- Was he married?
- Yeah.
His wife's a doctor in Ohio.
Two kids.
She's flying in tonight
to identify the body.
- So he's in New York
on business,
lonely, meets someone,
invites her back
to his room,
and things go
seriously wrong.
- OK. So, other than
the mutilations,
what is connecting this to
the Hollis-Federman murders?
- Did he have a laptop?
- Yeah, we've got it. Forensics
took it back to the station.
- I wanna see it.
- You bet.
Uh, let's go.
(Man on CB, indistinct)
- You look
well, Jackie.
- How's Patricia?
- Look. I didn't ask
for this assignment.
In fact, I suggested
they use someone else.
But they want me, so let's
make the best of it, OK?
- See ya, Will.
(Siren in distance)
(Beep)
- (Man):
Luxury Travel Hotel.
- Hi. Can I have
room 411, please?
-
One moment, please.
I'm sorry.
Did you say room 411?
- Yes, that's right.
-
May I ask who's calling?
- Is there a problem?
-Could I have
your name, please?
(Beep)
- We found
our connection.
(Cars honking in distance)
(Chiming)
- You naughty boy.
- (Girl): Mommy, are you gonna
read me a story?
- Mommy will be right in.
- Hurry!
(Keyboard clicking)
- I'll show you naughty.
(Chiming)
(Chiming)
(Chuckles)
(Car honking in distance)
(Chuckling)
(Chiming)
That was fast.
Hmm! Can't wait.
(Car honking)
- (Woman):
Queens police this morning
released the name of the man
found murdered yesterday
in a hotel near the airport.
Lucas Manning, age 34,
was from Cleveland, Ohio,
a pharmaceutical sales rep
who was in New York
on a business trip.
His body was identified earlier
by his wife,
Dr. Blair Manning,
the mother of
their 2 children.
No motive or any other details
have been released at this time
relative to the murder.
It is not believed that
Dr. Manning is a suspect.
- You OK?
- (Sighing): Yeah.
I'm fine.
- OK.
Um, well,
have a good day, OK?
(Door closing)
(Cell phone ringing)
(Ringing)
(Sighing)
- (Woman):
Well, yeah...
- Brook McCall?
- Yes.
- No.
No, I didn't know them,
but then I wouldn't.
We don't have any direct
contact with our members.
- Except when
you bill them.
- Actually detective,
our memberships are free.
We make our money
from advertising.
- Right.
Sin sells.
- You don't approve
of my business.
- Not when your members are
turning up dead. No, I don't.
- Det. Fitzpatrick,
I'm as concerned
about these murders
as you are.
But if you're here to take
an adversarial position
or to challenge the
integrity of my business,
we'll suspend this
conversation right now
while I call my attorney.
- We have evidence that
suggests these victims
were killed by
the same person
and because they were
married and having affairs.
- What evidence?
- I can't tell you.
But there's
no evidence at all
that Lucas Manning
knew the other two.
The only thing connecting
them is Wandering Eye.
- That's disturbing.
- The killer knew when and
where the victims were gonna be,
information he
might have learned
from their
Wandering Eye accounts.
- Do your employs have
access to those accounts?
- Not at all. Discretion is
our stock and trade.
- Then is it possible the site's
been compromised? Hacked?
- I don't know.
- Who would?
- Our head of IT.
- I mean, nobody but me
has access to this server.
Like, nobody.
I mean,
I hardly ever go in.
Uh, no, look. I mean I do,
like, routine maintenance,
but this system's rock solid.
I mean, I just about never
even have to go in, you know?
Oh.
Oh my god!
- What?
- Well, somebody has been in,
like, a lot.
Oh, they've been
accessing our e-mail logs.
- Meaning?
- They've been reading
our members' emails.
- From inside the office?
- Oh. Well, no, no.
These are not our IPs.
They're, like,
from all over.
Our security's been breached,
like, big time.
- So you're saying
a lot of people breached it?
- No, I don't--I don't know.
I mean, it could just be one
person from different computers.
I just--
Oh, man! I just--
I can't believe this.
- You have to talk
to the police.
- There's nothing
I can tell them.
- Well, they have
to know you were there.
People must have
seen you with him.
- It happened after I left.
I don't know anything.
- That's not the point.
- It was a robbery.
I don't know.
Maybe he crossed somebody.
- Maren!
- It had nothing
to do with me.
- (Man): Sorry!
(Sighing)
- You think I'm horrible,
don't you?
- Stop it.
- In a hotel
with another man.
- You know I'm not
judging you, Maren.
I just want you
to do the right thing.
- And what is that?
Go to the police? Go public?
Then Connor would know.
- He'll understand.
- No, he won't!
Would Aaron?
If you were
in my position,
If you had done--
or almost done-- what I had,
would your husband understand?
- (Man 1):
Here, we'll help you.
- (Man 2): Thanks.
- (Woman): Here!
- My passwords have
never been cracked.
Not ever.
Not anywhere.
- Is that the only way
someone could've gained
access to this server?
- Yeah, I just can't believe it.
- Systems get hacked, Zoey,
even the Pentagon's.
- The different IP addresses.
Are they time-coded?
Can we tell when
the system was breached?
- Yeah, and where from.
Oh my god!
What is wrong with me?
I need to change
these passwords!
- We need to shut
down the site.
- We can't.
There's thousands of members.
- Any one of whom who could be
in danger right now.
- It'd be better if
we didn't change the passwords
and kept the site open.
Don't alert the killer
we figured out
this piece of the puzzle
Let's not draw any
attention to Wandering Eye.
Now that you know
you've been hacked,
do you have a way of
monitoring future breaches?
- I could set up a protocol
so I'll be alerted
immediately
if anybody
accesses it again.
- That's what we should do.
- OK...
I need you to bring up
the data on a member.
Alison Rodgers.
Lucas Manning had a date
with her the day he was killed.
- Sure. No problem.
(Grunts)
- I wish you
hadn't told me.
- I had to tell someone.
- Why? So I could give you
permission to just stay quiet?
Really think about this, Maren.
A man was murdered.
- I know.
I knew him.
- Listen. I know that you're
the serial-killer expert here,
but I just wanna make sure that
we're not making a mistake
by keeping this site up.
- We can investigate
those IP sites
and start busting
down some doors,
but my bet is
they'll be cold.
Someone with the capacity to
crack server passwords is smart.
We tip our hand,
we could lose him.
I say we catch him when
he hacks in again, real time.
- Yes, but what worries me
is we have no idea
what he already knows.
There could be someone right now
going out on a hot date,
and they're walking
into a death trap.
- Shutting the site down now
isn't gonna help them.
(Siren in distance)
(Car honking
in distance)
(Cell phone ringing)
Yeah.
-
Hey, It's Solomon.
I'm calling
about Alison Rodgers.
- "Alison Rodgers"
is actually a pseudonym.
She didn't enter any
personal information
except an email address.
According to
Wandering Eye's IT expert,
it's a web-based account,
so it's gonna be difficult
to track the IP.
I say, we send her an e-mail
and see if she comes forward.
- Yeah, we won't
need to do that.
-
Well, why is that?
- 'Cause she already has.
- Hey, honey.
- Hmm?
- Looking for a date?
- Maybe.
How much?
- Depends what kind of
date you have in mind.
- Get in.
(Cars honking)
-
I don't know exactly
when I left.
Uh, around 1:30.
-
Why were you in
Mr. Manning's hotel room?
(Scoffing)
-For the
obvious reasons.
But I couldn't
go through with it.
Still, I wanted to cheat.
So what's the difference?
- There's a difference.
Was there anyone else
there with you?
- No.
- Did you see anything
or anyone suspicious
as you were leaving?
- Just the maid's
cart down the hall.
- Why didn't you
come to us sooner?
- I was trying
to protect my marriage.
- Do you own a
firearm, Ms. Abbot?
- No!
I've never held
a gun in my life.
Why would you ask me that?
- Well, you were
the last person
to see Mr. Manning alive.
- No, I wasn't.
The person who
killed him was.
(Paper rustling)
- Do you know either
of these people?
- No, but I read
about their murders.
Why are you
showing me these?
-
They met on Wandering Eye,
like you and Mr. Manning.
- I don't understand.
Is there some connection
between what happened to them
and what happened
to Lucas?
- We think there is.
(Kissing and sighing)
- Mmm! Slow down, honey.
You have me for a whole hour.
(Laughing)
- What the--
- What are you doing?
- Ah, the hell with this!
- You don't
know who it is!
It could be the police.
Perry, don't!
- Hey! You got
a problem, buddy?
'Cause I got a problem.
I'm trying to spend some
time with my girl.
(Gunshots)
(Gasps)
-
Thank you.
I knew that I was
lucky not to be there,
that if it were
a robbery or whatever,
I could've been killed, too.
But...
I had no idea
I was a target.
- So what do you think?
- I think she's right.
She was lucky.
Damn lucky.
- We may need to talk
to you again,
but you're free to go.
- Are you gonna release
my name to the media?
- No.
Since you used a pseudonym,
the killer doesn't
know who you are.
Let's keep it that way.
(Sighing)
- Thank you.
- Maren.
You can still
protect your marriage.
You don't have to tell
your husband. We won't.
- I told them everything.
- Good for you.
- Now I owe you one.
- For what?
- Ah! Pointing me
in the right direction.
- You were already
pointed there.
You just needed
a little push.
So, did you tell Connor?
- No. I don't think
I'm going to.
- Hmm?
- I wanna put
this behind me and...
I wish that Graham
would do the same thing.
(Chuckles)
- He's been calling?
- And texting
and emailing.
- Oh!
- He's beginning to
feel like a stalker.
- Well, you're a hard
woman to give up on.
- Yeah, right.
(Both giggling)
(Baby crying)
- Oh. Duty calls.
- Ah!
-
Atherton.
- (Fitzpatrick):
Wandering Eye
has been hacked again.
We're on our way with SWAT.
-
I'll track down
who the targets were.
- Clear!
- All right.
What now?
- Get Will on the phone.
He's trying to track down
the Wandering Eye members
that were hacked
from this address.
- Yeah.
- Hopefully he had
better luck than we did.
- Hey, it's Solomon.
What's the word?
All right, we'll meet
you there.
- He found them.
- What?
- He found them.
- A hooker?
- Guess again.
Driver's license in her purse
says this is our girl.
Minus the red wig,
Brenda Sheppard-Bates.
Got her name from Wandering Eye.
M.O. matches the other murders.
- Brenda Sheppard-Bates.
The real-estate
developer?
- Yep.
This is his wife.
- What? Turning a trick?
- Acting out a fantasy.
- That would be my guess.
- All right.
So who's he?
- Perry Annunzio. Book
publisher. Worked in midtown.
- Stick around.
Let me know if forensics comes
up with anything.
- OK.
- You got it.
(Woman on CB, indistinct)
- We have to let
the media in on this
before they
connect the dots.
(Sighing)
(Beep)
(Cell phone ringing)
(Sighing)
-
Hi, You've reached
Maren Abbott.
Please leave a message
at the sound of the beep.
(Beep)
(Sighing)
- Can I get another?
(Cell phone ringing)
- Yeah.
-
Hey, it's Solomon.
No luck. Forensics came back.
Zero trace of evidence.
-
OK. We're on our way back.
- All right.
- We have to issue
a statement,
control the rumours before
the media does it for us.
And who knows? Maybe someone
will come forward and--
'Cause right now
we got nothing.
- You're right.
- And we have to
shut down the site.
- Yeah, you're right
about that too.
- Good.
(Cell phone beeping)
(Sighing)
- Come on, Graham.
Give it up.
-
So here's what we're going
to release to the press:
"We believe the same
person is responsible
"for the murders of Anne
Federman and Michael Hollis
"in Manhattan,
"and Lucas Manning,
Brenda Sheppard-Bates
"and Perry Annunzio in Queens.
"All of the victims were members
"of the social-networking
site Wandering Eye,
"which has today
suspended operations.
"Other than acknowledging
that commonality,
"we are not releasing
any further information
"concerning the murders
at this time.
"What we do
want to emphasize
"is that the general
population has nothing to fear.
"These murders
are not random."
OK. We're about to start
the press conference.
- OK, great. Zoey's ready
to shut down the site.
I'm waiting for your call.
- OK. OK, let's do this.
- Jackie! Don't.
- Here.
- When did you get this?
- Uh, about
an hour ago.
- You don't
know the sender?
- No, but it's the killer.
- Why do you say that?
- Who else?
- He got your email address
from Wandering Eye.
- Now he wants
to blackmail you?
- No, he wants to kill me.
I'm unfinished business.
The one who got away.
- She's right.
This isn't about money.
This is about
restoring moral balance.
A common link in all the murders
is that the male victims
were fathers with
young children.
I think the killer suffered
the trauma of divorce as a kid,
because his father
was unfaithful.
- So he couldn't kill his dad
or his dad's mistress,
so he's killing
surrogates.
- Where better to find them
than Wandering Eye?
- Only he didn't kill
this surrogate.
Look, he's seen me
at the hotel.
But he doesn't know who I am
or where to find me.
He's trying
to smoke me out.
- Yeah, but does he
really think
you'll fall for
a blackmail threat?
- He assumed I'd come
forward, but I didn't.
Or he thinks I didn't.
- Which is why he didn't
contact you sooner.
- As far as he's concerned,
I'm desperate to stay anonymous.
- OK, so what do we do?
- We give him what he wants.
He wants to smoke you out,
we let him.
- (Fitzgibbon):
We can't ask her to do that.
- Fine.
- You would be putting
yourself at risk.
- But you'd be there
to protect me, right?
- Right.
- So why don't
I answer his email?
(All talking)
(Inaudible)
(Inaudible)
- OK. It's show time.
You ready?
(Sighing)
- I keep thinking about
Blair Manning, Lucas's wife.
Did you meet her
when she came to New York?
- Briefly.
- She thinks her husband
cheated on her.
But he didn't.
He really loved her.
- We'll be watching
you at all times.
- OK.
- He's not gonna do
anything in public.
It doesn't fit
the profile.
- Then why am I wearing
a bulletproof vest?
- You can back out.
I wouldn't blame you.
- No. Let's do this.
- OK, so once we have him,
you go straight
to the alley.
behind the restaurant.
- Got it.
- OK.
- OK.
- Good evening.
- Hi. Table for two.
I'm meeting someone.
- Right this way.
- Here you go.
The waitress will be
right with you.
- Thank you.
(♪ Lounge )
(Inaudible)
- (Hostess): Is everything
all right over here?
(Laughing)
- Alison?
- Derek?
- Hands on your head! I said
hands on your head!
- You're under arrest. You have
the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can be used
against you in a court of law.
- I haven't done anything!
- You have the right
to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed
to you. Let's go!
- (Derek):
What are you doing?
- We're sorry, people.
Police business.
Please stay seated.
Everything is under control.
(Cars honking)
(Man on CB, indistinct)
- Williamsburg, please.
- I'm telling you I didn't send
any "pay me or else" email!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Sit down.
- How did you know to meet
Mrs. Rodgers tonight?
- We exchanged e-mails, but not
at that address you said.
- I've got my phone
in my jacket. Check it.
By the way, she contacted
me first. She emailed me.
- You're claiming you and
Mrs. Rodgers had a relationship?
- No! She was interested in one.
That's why we were meeting.
- We got the wrong guy.
We've been set up.
(Sighing)
- We gotta get a
patrol car to Maren's.
- Guess who.
(Gasps)
(Exhales)
- What are you doing?
- Uh...
Do you wanna
go to dinner?
What was that-- What was that
place that we went to for lunch?
- Go home.
- Hmm?
(Laughing)
- Go home?
Aw!
OK. Just one
little kiss first. OK?
OK? Just one.
- You're--you're drunk.
- Let go of her.
Let go of her now.
(Grunting)
Are--are you OK?
- Uh, yeah.
- Guess again.
(Siren)
(Line dialling)
(Sighing)
-
Hi, You've reached
Maren Abbott....
- She's not answering.
(Beeping)
Yeah.
Is she there?
-
No.
All I found was
a friend of hers,
Graham Ball.
Sent him to the hospital
with a minor head injury.
-
All right. Thanks.
The killer has her.
- What?
- Where are we going?
- Hmm... You're not very
romantic, are you, Alison?
No basking in the afterglow
for you. No pillow talk.
Just wham, bam,
thank you, man,
and you're out of there.
And poor Lucas. Hmm...
Had to die all by himself,
and that's not fair.
Turn right
at the light.
Damn it!
(Sighing)
- Where is she?
Will, where is she?
- He has to finish
what he started.
- What are you doing?
- Yeah, it's Atherton.
I need backup now!
Luxury Travel Hotel.
Let's go.
- OK. Got it.
(Siren)
- You made a promise,
a promise before God,
and you broke that promise
and that's a grievous sin.
Did you think
it would go unpunished?
Did you think that God would,
like, look the other way?
It doesn't work
like that, Alison.
- So that's why you're
killing people? For God?
- Don't reduce this to simple!
Nothing is simple!
Life is complicated
and that's why we need
to help each other.
- So why don't you help me
and let me go?
- Right. See, I was gonna
help people.
See, I--I was gonna
be a doctor.
Like him.
See, he encouraged me,
even when I was really little,
let me read
all his books,
play with his
medical instruments.
And then he ruined everything.
- The hotel! You're taking me
back to the hotel.
- Someone should've
killed him, too,
him and his whore.
Go around the back.
(Siren)
(Tires squealing)
- You're gonna kill me,
aren't you?
- No. You killed
yourself, Alison,
the minute you slept
with another man.
Park anywhere.
- I have something to tell you.
- What are you doing?
What are you doing?
- My name isn't Alison.
- Stop the car!
Stop it!
(Airplane flying overhead)
(Approaching siren)
- Hey! Hey!
Over here!
Hey!
- Maren,
what happened?
Are you OK?
- I think so.
I don't know.
It wasn't Derek.
(Gunshot)
- Aaah!
- Zoey!
You don't have to do this.
We can get you
the help you need.
- I'm not the one that needs
help right now, Detective.
(Tires squealing)
(Grunting)
(Groaning)
(Whimpers)
- Ah! You keep your vest on.
I'm calling for help.
Don't move.
I'm right here.
(Will groaning)
Everything's
gonna be fine.
- Oh!
- Let me see, let me see..
Luxury Travel Hotel.
Officer down.
Let me see.
You're gonna be OK.
(Groaning)
- It's OK.
Help is coming.
(Groaning)
(Man on CB, indistinct)
- (Man): Was hell of
an accident!
- Don't let anyone
tell you otherwise.
Flesh wounds hurt.
(Sighing)
- You saved
my life tonight.
- We both got lucky.
- No, you had my back.
- I've always
had your back.
- Not always.
- I fell in love with
someone else, Jackie.
It happens.
(Sighing)
- Yeah, I remember.
- Come on.
It would've happened
to one of us.
We were lousy together.
- Yeah. I remember that, too.
(Groaning quietly)
- I should hand in my badge.
How many years
have I been doing this?
And it never occurred to me the
killer was a woman. Not once.
- I'd like to go home.
- Yeah.
Yeah, of course.
Sorry.
Gonna be OK?
So, you're
still anonymous.
You don't have to
tell your husband, OK?
- Yeah, I know, but...
I'm going to.
Our marriage
is in trouble
and it's never gonna survive
if it's based on lies.
- Uh...
- What's this?
- Lucas Manning's wife,
Blair. That's, uh...
That's her number.
- Thank you.
Take care.
- Yeah, you too.
(Car door closing)
- (Woman singing on stereo):
♪♪ What lies ahead?
♪ What is in my dreams?
♪ In a dreamer's head
♪ Somewhere in between
- Hi, honey.
- Hey, you.
-
♪ Attraction, fascination
♪ Are we all caught anyway?
(Maren sighing)
- Hey.
- Welcome home.
- What is all this?
- Um...
I've been a total jerk
and I miss my wife.
So I hope you don't have
any plans for tonight.
Because I've got a lot of
lost time to make up for.
- Hmm!
Mmm! Connor, listen.
I, um...
- What?
- It can wait till tomorrow.
-
♪ I know you love me true
♪ I should be waiting for you
♪ I'll never find
another dream like you ♪♪
(Siren)
Closed captions:
Vision Globale
♪♪ What will I find
♪ Behind the unlocked door?
♪ Is there really more?
♪ Something's calling me
♪ Seduction, self-deception
♪ From here
where should I go? ♪
♪ Who should I be?
♪ What is it exactly?
♪ I'd like to know
♪ From down deep
♪ I know you love me true
♪ I should be
waiting for you ♪
♪ So far away from me
♪ And far away from you
♪ I'll never find
another dream like you ♪♪
(Boat honking)
(Singing, indistinct)
(Children shouting)
- I have to go.
- Mmm!
Mm-mmm. Not yet.
(Giggling)
(Screams)
(Gunshot with silencer)
(Honking)
- I propose a toast.
To Graham, the last one
to be bucked off the horse
and the first one
back in the saddle.
- Thank you!
- So tell us about
your new job.
- Really ?
- Yeah.
- It sucks.
I sit there all day
watching billions of pixels
race by on the screen,
trying to figure out
which ones to grab
to maximize our
clients' profitability.
- Sounds familiar.
- Only now, knowing how bad
the economy can get,
it kind of... Well, it kind of
takes the fun out of it.
- Yeah, fiscal responsibility.
I mean, who goes into
investment banking for that?
- Right.
- So, how's Connor, Maren?
- Working too hard.
- Yeah, neglecting his
beautiful wife, I'm sure.
- No, not tonight.
It's his birthday.
- Whoo! What do you
have planned?
- Nice dinner,
candlelight, champagne.
- What are you gonna wear?
- Wouldn't you
like to know?
- Actually, I would.
I'm just saying.
Look, Maren,
if you were my wife,
I would never be
late from work.
I'd be home every
night in your arms.
(Chuckling)
- I know it's awkward
me having a job
and you guys still
looking for work.
- Hey, I'm enjoying
unemployment.
I get to be
a full-time mom.
- Uh-huh.
- And I get to do all the
things I never have time to,
like tap class, art lessons,
rock climbing.
- Hold on.
You're doing all that stuff?
- No, but I have time to.
- Good for you!
I'm gonna get this.
- Oh, you're too
good to us.
- Next time it's on me.
- All right, see ya.
Great to see you.
- Oh!
It was nice
to see you too.
(Man on CB, indistinct)
(Woman on CB, indistinct)
(Approaching siren)
- Det. Fitzpatrick.
- Solomon, I don't
have all night.
- Right.
Male victim is
Michael Hollis.
He lived here with
his wife and 2 children.
She and kids are away in
Florida visiting her mother.
He was supposed to
call them at 5:00 p.m.
He does that every day
when they're away.
Um, when he didn't,
and she couldn't reach him,
she calls the neighbour,
who comes over, discovers
the bodies at 8:15.
- Time of death?
- Current best guess
about 1:00.
Looks like they were
having a "nooner".
- And the woman?
- Anne Federman.
She lived in Elmhurst.
She's married.
Uh, a daughter in junior high.
Her husband's got a contracting
firm on the island.
- You've spoken to him?
- Yeah, yeah. He's on his way
in now to ID the body
and Mrs. Hollis is
on a plane from Miami.
- That's an
extremely clean cut.
- It's almost surgical.
- So the killer severed
just the ring finger?
- Just the ring finger.
And his too.
But whoever killed them...
wasn't interested in the rings.
(Dog barking)
(Ringing)
- Hi, sweetheart.
- Hey. I won't be
home for awhile.
-
How long awhile?
- I don't know. We have an
emergency appendectomy.
I'm the only
surgeon on duty.
Don't wait up, OK?
(Sighing)
- All right. I'll keep
a plate warm for you.
- OK, thanks. Sorry.
(Sighing)
- Happy birthday.
- Are you sure the name
doesn't ring a bell?
- No. She never mentioned
Michael Hollis.
- So you don't
know how they met?
- Obviously.
- Did you know that
your wife was having
an affair, Mr. Federmen?
- My teenage daughter
is home alone.
And I have to go and tell her
her mother's been murdered.
And then I have funeral
arrangements to make.
- We understand, Mr. Federman.
But if there's--
- There is nothing
I can tell you
about what happened
to my wife
or the man she was with.
I'm done here.
- Mr. Federmen!
Well...
If my wife
had been murdered,
I'm pretty sure
I'd wanna know why.
- He said he was on a job site
at the time of the murder.
No one can
corroborate that.
Find out everything
you can on this guy.
Hey! Everything.
I got it.
-Hi. You're on
Do Ask, Do tell.
Who's calling?
-
Hi, Pamela.
My name is Vickie.
-What's on your
mind today, Vickie?
-
Well ... frequency.
My husband, he wants to...
you know, do it all the time.
-
How often is
all the time?
-
Every day, if he could.
-
How long you been married?
-A little over 5 years.
-
Then you're doing something
right, girlfriend.
(Cell phone ringing)
He's still interested.
Thanks for calling.
- Hello?
Hey, Graham.
Sure.
Lunch sounds great.
(Siren)
- This place is fantastic.
- Yeah. It's only been
open a few months,
but it's already a
neighbourhood favourite.
- Well, you look beautiful.
- Thank you. Cheers.
- Cheers.
- So who's this client
you're out here to see?
- Client? Um...
I kind of fibbed about that.
You know, I was stuck at my desk
and I was bored out of my mind
and I had an overwhelming
desire to, um,
play hookey.
(Laughing)
- So you lied about
having business in Brooklyn?
- Yeah. Not here for Brooklyn.
Here for you.
(Chuckles)
- I don't understand.
- How are you?
- What do you mean?
- Ah, just when I look at you,
you look like someone who's...
lonely and frustrated.
- Well, um...
I'm not.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
- Why are you still
holding my hand?
- Um...
- Let's go to my place.
- Graham!
No. Stop.
- Come on. You know
you want to.
- No, I don't.
- Yeah, you do.
All right.
(Clears throat)
I'm sorry.
Came on too strong.
Maren...
Um...
Whenever you're ready,
I'm here.
(Birds chirping)
(Siren)
- (Woman on PA):
Dr. Davis, telephone, please.
- Maren! Hey!
- Hey.
- What are you doing here?
Do we, uh, do we
have something today?
- Maybe.
- (Whispering): Oh, hey.
- Mmm!
Mmm!
- Oh! OK, you know what?
We've got to stop it.
This isn't the time or
the place. I'm sorry.
(Sighing)
- Then what is?
Hmm?
- Um...
- You never touch me
anymore, Connor.
Is there someone else?
- For god's sake, no.
- Then what? You're not
attracted to me anymore?
- No, I'm--
I'm a surgical resident.
I'm working. I'm working
harder than I ever have, OK?
And harder than
I ever will again.
Look...
Oh! Look, Maren.
We're fine. OK?
I love you. And I'm sorry
if I'm not the stud
you'd like me
to be right now,
but I will do what--
(Pager beeping)
But I am actually late
for a staff meeting.
I gotta go. I'm sorry.
I'll see you tonight, OK?
- Promise?
- I promise.
(Sighing)
(Scoffing)
- So Federman's ex-military.
He's still in the reserves.
He's an expert marksman.
Belongs to a gun club.
He owns over a dozen
registered firearms.
- No criminal record?
- No.
No, and there's still
no physical evidence
linking him to the crime.
- Most people are murdered
by someone they know,
especially when
infidelity is involved.
- OK, so we've got motive,
capability, and no alibi.
- So let's pay
him a visit.
Meet me back
here in an hour.
- OK. You know, one thing
still puzzles me though.
Hollis and Federman's wife,
they were from completely
different worlds.
How did they
know each other?
- That's a very good question.
- Huh.
(Dog barking)
(Sighing)
-You're on the air.
Do you have a question for
our guest, Brook McCall?
- (Woman):
Hi. Yeah, look.
Let's get real here, Brook.
Isn't your website just,
you know, pornography?
- (Laughing):
My goodness!
Not at all.
-
But you're selling sex.
-
We're not selling anything.
We're a networking site.
-Yeah, for sex.
-
Tell me, caller,
are you married?
-
Yes.
-Have you ever
had an affair?
-
No.
-Have you ever
been tempted to?
-Come on, now, caller.
This is
Do Ask, Do Tell.
Be honest.
-
Well, yeah, once,
but I didn't.
I love my husband.
-
Well, Wandering Eye
embraces both realities,
that you can love your spouse
but still need more.
-
Like sex with a stranger?
-
Not a stranger,
someone who's in the same
predicament you're in,
someone who wants to preserve
marriage they value
but at the same time enjoy
the pleasure of being
with someone else.
-
You make it sound like
there are no consequences.
-
Oh, there are. We help save
a lot of marriages.
-
Oh, come on!
-When you were
tempted to stray,
was it with
someone you knew?
-
Yeah, a neighbour.
-
And that's probably one of
the reasons, if not the reason,
you didn't do it, right?
-
Well, sure. It would've
been complicated.
-
That's why
Wandering Eye works.
We keep things from
getting complicated.
And that's what our
members value most: discretion.
- You ready?
- We know how Michael Hollis
and Anne Federman met.
This is Hollis' computer,
one his wife
never used.
I gave it
to the geeks...
(Chuckling)
...and look
what they found.
- What is it?
- It's a website where married
people meet other married people
who want to get it on.
- Wandering Eye.
(Doorbell ringing)
- Detectives.
Can I help you?
- We have a couple of questions
for you, Mr. Federman,
if--if that's OK.
Have you ever heard of
a networking site
called Wandering Eye?
- No. What does it have
to do with my wife?
- We found e-mail exchanges
between her and Hollis
on his computer
through a
Wandering Eye account.
We think that's
how they met.
- Did your wife own
a computer, Mr. Federmen?
- Here it is.
I found it yesterday.
I didn't know
she had it.
- Were you able
to read her emails?
- Why on earth would
I do that, Detective?
My wife was murdered
in another man's bed.
I think the time to be
the jealous husband has passed.
I assume you need
to take this.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yes.
- Just be quick about it.
My daughter will be
home from school soon.
- Mr. Federman,
do you own a .38?
- Is that what
the killer used?
- Do you?
- They're all legal
and registered.
I assume you'll need
to take this too.
- That guy gives me
the creeps.
- He just found
the computer yesterday?
(Chuckling)
That's convenient.
We need to put
a shadow on him.
- Right. I'm on it.
(People chattering)
(Man laughing)
- Alison?
- Yeah.
- Lucas.
- Hi, Lucas.
Nice to meet you.
- Yeah, you too.
Wow!
You're even prettier
than you said you were.
- Oh.
Thanks.
- That sounded like
a line, didn't it?
- Uh, yeah.
- I'm sorry. I'm just--
I've never done this before.
That sounded
like a line too.
(Laughing)
- It's OK.
Let's face it.
This is really weird.
- Yeah. Definitely weird.
- Yeah.
- Um, what are you having?
- Coffee.
- A refill on the
coffee and, um...
a glass of
white wine, please.
- Actually make that
2 white wines.
Thanks.
(Birds chirping)
- I love Blair.
I really do.
And I still want her sexually.
Not if she doesn't
want to be with me.
And these days...
I don't have
to tell you, right?
I mean, you're married
to a doctor too.
- Yeah. I couldn't believe it
when I read your profile.
I thought:
"Here's my mirror image."
- You wanna
know the truth?
The idea of
having an affair,
of being unfaithful to Blair,
it depresses me.
I mean, it feels
like a violation
of everything
I believe in.
- I know.
When I said my wedding vows,
I meant them.
- But I can't stop thinking
about being with someone else.
Especially now.
I checked in
after I landed.
I've got a room.
(Sighing)
- Not yet.
- Sure.
No. I understand.
(Woman laughing)
- (Man):
The focus has changed.
- So, I'm here the
rest of the week.
What do you say we just
keep in touch
and we'll see
what happens?
- OK.
- And whatever happens
or doesn't,
I'm really glad
that we met.
- Me too.
- I'm sorry.
- No.
(Chuckles)
That was nice.
Bye.
- Bye.
(Man on CB, indistinct)
- Williamsburg.
(Car door closing)
(Doorbell ringing)
- (Maren):
Hello.
- Hey. It's me.
-
Hey. Come on up.
(Door buzzing)
(Baby cooing)
Oh! Mommy's here.
Yeah, your Mommy's here.
How was the movie?
- I laughed. I cried.
And it was short enough,
I had time to get a manicure.
- Nice.
- And how did
you two get along?
- Well, she's not the most
dazzling conversationalist,
but I only had to
change one diaper.
- Only one?
You're saving the best
for Mommy, aren't you?
(Cooing)
Hey, that smells good.
- Connor's actually gonna
be home for dinner.
- How are things
with you guys?
- Uh... status quo.
- Hmm.
Any word from Graham about
openings at his company?
- No, and I'm not
gonna call him.
I don't wanna give him
the wrong impression.
- Right.
- Do you want
something to drink?
Water or anything?
- No. I'd better take
Her Highness home.
- OK.
(Chuckles)
(Baby cooing)
Bye, miss.
Ah! Bye. Bye.
(Baby whimpers)
Ooh!
- Thanks again for today.
- Mmm! My pleasure.
- I owe you one.
- No, you don't.
- Say hi to Connor.
- I will.
- Bye.
- Bye.
(Crickets chirping)
(Sighing)
(Sighing)
Tsk!
(Sighing)
(Sighing)
(♪ Classical music
on TV ♪)
(♪ Music stops )
(Sighing)
(Beep)
(Chiming)
(Chiming)
(Birds chirping)
(Yawning)
- Morning, Roberts.
- Morning.
- It's all yours.
See you later.
- (Man on stereo):
♪♪ Ooh
♪ It's irresistible
♪ It's another side of me
♪ Something takes over
♪ Desire gets stronger
♪ Where will it take me?
♪ It's scary...
♪ Ooh
♪ It's irresistible ♪
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Hi. How are you?
- Good. How are you doing?
- Good.
(Sighing)
- Ah!
- What are you doing?
Why are you following me?
Hey, stop! Don't even--
- You're under arrest,
Mr. Federman.
- You're lucky our officer
wasn't injured.
- I'm lucky?
- Why did you attack the car?
- That's not the right question.
- Why did you make
an unprovoked attack--
- That is not
the right question!
The question is:
Why are you following me?
Why are you watching my house?
- We're investigating the murder
of your wife, Mr. Federman.
- You think I killed her.
You think I murdered Anne.
- It is our responsibility
to conduct a thorough
investigation.
- What is wrong
with you people?
I loved my wife.
Do you have any idea what
it felt like to get the call,
to hear that she was dead,
to see her dead and to know
she'd been with another man?
Annie was everything to me.
I trusted her completely.
And she died betraying me,
betraying us.
Can you imagine
what it feels like...
knowing that?
Murder my wife! And leave our
daughter without a mother?
What kind of a person
do you think I am?
(Scoffing)
- Why was there a loaded gun
in your glove compartment?
- I put it there the other day.
They're here.
You know that, don't you?
Wandering Eye.
Their offices are in Queens.
I was so angry when I discovered
the site on Annie's computer,
I wanted to blame somebody
for what had happened.
I wanted to blame them.
So I drove over there
to confront them, to...
I'm not sure what.
I couldn't get out
of the car.
Couldn't do it.
My daughter needs me now.
She needs me so much.
And it wasn't their fault.
It was Anne's.
- Would you like a cup
of coffee, Mr. Federman?
- What was that?
Just an act
for our benefit?
- It felt real to me.
- Yeah?
Yeah, ballistics got back
to us on his .38.
It's not
the murder weapon.
- I'm gonna get
him a cup of coffee
and then I'm
gonna let him go.
- What about the
attack on the car?
Right.
(Sighing): So...
Back to square one.
- Yep.
- So, what about
the wife?
- The wife was
1,000 miles away.
And I don't see her
hiring a hit man.
- A burglary gone wrong?
- Nothing was taken.
- Yeah, but they didn't
get a chance to.
- They had a chance to take
the wedding rings but didn't.
- That was a message.
- Yeah, but what
the hell does that mean?
- Hmm...
- You come here often?
- Yeah, I always stay here
whenever I come to New York.
- Thanks.
(Sighing)
I would love
a glass of wine.
- Sure.
- You don't stay
here for the view.
(Chuckles)
- No, it's mostly out
of necessity,
being so close
to the airport.
I know that
it's not in the city,
but to tell you the truth,
I really enjoy
the quiet time alone.
- Yeah, I know
what you mean.
- (Whispering): Yeah.
(Exhales)
You...
are so beautiful.
(Lucas chuckling)
(Sniffling)
What is it?
What's wrong?
(Crying)
- Talk to me.
- I can't do this.
I'm sorry.
I can't do this.
I thought I could, but...
I just can't.
It's just...
- Your vows.
- Yeah.
I can't.
- Hey.
What do you say
we just get back
to our wine?
(Sobs)
Huh?
- I'd like that.
I'd like that a lot.
I should probably
get going.
- OK.
(Sighing)
Here, let me.
- Oh.
- Come on. Here.
- Ah, thanks.
(Chuckles)
Oh! I have a confession.
My name is not Alison.
It's Maren Abbott.
- Oh!
- Sorry I lied to you.
(Sighing)
- It's OK.
I mean, who knew
what we were
getting ourselves
into here, right?
I wasn't smart enough
to use an alias.
(Both chuckling)
- You know what I think?
- What?
- I think your wife is
gonna come back around.
- Oh yeah? What makes
you say that?
- Women's intuition.
(Both chuckling)
Take care of
yourself, Lucas.
- You too, Maren.
- Bye.
(Sighing)
(Beeping)
(Sighing)
(Shower running)
- Maren?
(Gasps)
(Gunshots)
- What you doing?
- Uh, a little shopping.
- At 3:00 in the morning?
- I couldn't sleep.
(Chuckles)
- What are you doing up?
- I was just gonna--
Just gonna go get some water.
(Airplane flying overhead)
- House keeping!
House keeping!
(Beeping)
(Screaming)
(Telephone ringing)
- Fitzpatrick.
Will?
I'm all right.
Look, why are you calling me?
We haven't released
that information yet.
How do you know that?
- Hey! I was
looking for you.
You talked to
Ian Mankowitz?
Homicide
detective, Queens.
- We went to
academy together.
- You told him about
the severed finger
in the Hollis-Federman case?
- Well, we were having
a beer and talking--
- A man was found murdered
in his hotel room
near JFK this morning.
Mankowitz is on
the investigative team.
The lead investigator
just called me.
The dead man was
mutilated in the same way.
- No kidding.
- Bring that with you.
We're going to Queens.
(♪ Rock on radio )
- (Woman on radio):
In the news today,
Queens police have
not yet released
the identity of the man
whose body was discovered
this morning
at the Luxury Travel
Hotel near the airport.
But hotel staff
indicated the man,
an apparent homicide victim,
was a frequent guest there.
In other news, the mayor's
office reiterated that--
(Siren)
- There he is.
- That's Will Atherton?
He's the lead investigator?
- Only in Queens.
It's my case.
- Still. Huh!
That's the guy that caught
the subway stalker, huh?
- That's the guy.
- What? You know him?
- I was married to him.
- He was shot at close range
with a small-calibre gun.
- .38?
- Yeah, probably.
The body was here overnight.
He was killed
yesterday afternoon.
- Any sign of
struggle?
- No, he appears to
have been caught
completely off guard.
- Maybe because
he knew the shooter.
- He was definitely
with somebody.
We collected 2 wine glasses
with 2 sets of prints,
One with lipstick traces.
And earlier that day
he was seen in the hotel
dining room with a woman.
Young, attractive,
well-dressed.
The wait staff
couldn't tell
if it was a business
meeting or a date.
She and the
victim left together.
- They presumably
came back here.
- Where they drank wine at noon?
Sounds like a date to me.
- Well, it didn't
get very far.
He was dressed.
The bed was made.
- You said he
came here often?
- Every other month,
a week at a time.
- Was he in the habit of holding
business meetings here?
- Not according
to the staff.
- That's
definitely a date!
- Was he married?
- Yeah.
His wife's a doctor in Ohio.
Two kids.
She's flying in tonight
to identify the body.
- So he's in New York
on business,
lonely, meets someone,
invites her back
to his room,
and things go
seriously wrong.
- OK. So, other than
the mutilations,
what is connecting this to
the Hollis-Federman murders?
- Did he have a laptop?
- Yeah, we've got it. Forensics
took it back to the station.
- I wanna see it.
- You bet.
Uh, let's go.
(Man on CB, indistinct)
- You look
well, Jackie.
- How's Patricia?
- Look. I didn't ask
for this assignment.
In fact, I suggested
they use someone else.
But they want me, so let's
make the best of it, OK?
- See ya, Will.
(Siren in distance)
(Beep)
- (Man):
Luxury Travel Hotel.
- Hi. Can I have
room 411, please?
-
One moment, please.
I'm sorry.
Did you say room 411?
- Yes, that's right.
-
May I ask who's calling?
- Is there a problem?
-Could I have
your name, please?
(Beep)
- We found
our connection.
(Cars honking in distance)
(Chiming)
- You naughty boy.
- (Girl): Mommy, are you gonna
read me a story?
- Mommy will be right in.
- Hurry!
(Keyboard clicking)
- I'll show you naughty.
(Chiming)
(Chiming)
(Chuckles)
(Car honking in distance)
(Chuckling)
(Chiming)
That was fast.
Hmm! Can't wait.
(Car honking)
- (Woman):
Queens police this morning
released the name of the man
found murdered yesterday
in a hotel near the airport.
Lucas Manning, age 34,
was from Cleveland, Ohio,
a pharmaceutical sales rep
who was in New York
on a business trip.
His body was identified earlier
by his wife,
Dr. Blair Manning,
the mother of
their 2 children.
No motive or any other details
have been released at this time
relative to the murder.
It is not believed that
Dr. Manning is a suspect.
- You OK?
- (Sighing): Yeah.
I'm fine.
- OK.
Um, well,
have a good day, OK?
(Door closing)
(Cell phone ringing)
(Ringing)
(Sighing)
- (Woman):
Well, yeah...
- Brook McCall?
- Yes.
- No.
No, I didn't know them,
but then I wouldn't.
We don't have any direct
contact with our members.
- Except when
you bill them.
- Actually detective,
our memberships are free.
We make our money
from advertising.
- Right.
Sin sells.
- You don't approve
of my business.
- Not when your members are
turning up dead. No, I don't.
- Det. Fitzpatrick,
I'm as concerned
about these murders
as you are.
But if you're here to take
an adversarial position
or to challenge the
integrity of my business,
we'll suspend this
conversation right now
while I call my attorney.
- We have evidence that
suggests these victims
were killed by
the same person
and because they were
married and having affairs.
- What evidence?
- I can't tell you.
But there's
no evidence at all
that Lucas Manning
knew the other two.
The only thing connecting
them is Wandering Eye.
- That's disturbing.
- The killer knew when and
where the victims were gonna be,
information he
might have learned
from their
Wandering Eye accounts.
- Do your employs have
access to those accounts?
- Not at all. Discretion is
our stock and trade.
- Then is it possible the site's
been compromised? Hacked?
- I don't know.
- Who would?
- Our head of IT.
- I mean, nobody but me
has access to this server.
Like, nobody.
I mean,
I hardly ever go in.
Uh, no, look. I mean I do,
like, routine maintenance,
but this system's rock solid.
I mean, I just about never
even have to go in, you know?
Oh.
Oh my god!
- What?
- Well, somebody has been in,
like, a lot.
Oh, they've been
accessing our e-mail logs.
- Meaning?
- They've been reading
our members' emails.
- From inside the office?
- Oh. Well, no, no.
These are not our IPs.
They're, like,
from all over.
Our security's been breached,
like, big time.
- So you're saying
a lot of people breached it?
- No, I don't--I don't know.
I mean, it could just be one
person from different computers.
I just--
Oh, man! I just--
I can't believe this.
- You have to talk
to the police.
- There's nothing
I can tell them.
- Well, they have
to know you were there.
People must have
seen you with him.
- It happened after I left.
I don't know anything.
- That's not the point.
- It was a robbery.
I don't know.
Maybe he crossed somebody.
- Maren!
- It had nothing
to do with me.
- (Man): Sorry!
(Sighing)
- You think I'm horrible,
don't you?
- Stop it.
- In a hotel
with another man.
- You know I'm not
judging you, Maren.
I just want you
to do the right thing.
- And what is that?
Go to the police? Go public?
Then Connor would know.
- He'll understand.
- No, he won't!
Would Aaron?
If you were
in my position,
If you had done--
or almost done-- what I had,
would your husband understand?
- (Man 1):
Here, we'll help you.
- (Man 2): Thanks.
- (Woman): Here!
- My passwords have
never been cracked.
Not ever.
Not anywhere.
- Is that the only way
someone could've gained
access to this server?
- Yeah, I just can't believe it.
- Systems get hacked, Zoey,
even the Pentagon's.
- The different IP addresses.
Are they time-coded?
Can we tell when
the system was breached?
- Yeah, and where from.
Oh my god!
What is wrong with me?
I need to change
these passwords!
- We need to shut
down the site.
- We can't.
There's thousands of members.
- Any one of whom who could be
in danger right now.
- It'd be better if
we didn't change the passwords
and kept the site open.
Don't alert the killer
we figured out
this piece of the puzzle
Let's not draw any
attention to Wandering Eye.
Now that you know
you've been hacked,
do you have a way of
monitoring future breaches?
- I could set up a protocol
so I'll be alerted
immediately
if anybody
accesses it again.
- That's what we should do.
- OK...
I need you to bring up
the data on a member.
Alison Rodgers.
Lucas Manning had a date
with her the day he was killed.
- Sure. No problem.
(Grunts)
- I wish you
hadn't told me.
- I had to tell someone.
- Why? So I could give you
permission to just stay quiet?
Really think about this, Maren.
A man was murdered.
- I know.
I knew him.
- Listen. I know that you're
the serial-killer expert here,
but I just wanna make sure that
we're not making a mistake
by keeping this site up.
- We can investigate
those IP sites
and start busting
down some doors,
but my bet is
they'll be cold.
Someone with the capacity to
crack server passwords is smart.
We tip our hand,
we could lose him.
I say we catch him when
he hacks in again, real time.
- Yes, but what worries me
is we have no idea
what he already knows.
There could be someone right now
going out on a hot date,
and they're walking
into a death trap.
- Shutting the site down now
isn't gonna help them.
(Siren in distance)
(Car honking
in distance)
(Cell phone ringing)
Yeah.
-
Hey, It's Solomon.
I'm calling
about Alison Rodgers.
- "Alison Rodgers"
is actually a pseudonym.
She didn't enter any
personal information
except an email address.
According to
Wandering Eye's IT expert,
it's a web-based account,
so it's gonna be difficult
to track the IP.
I say, we send her an e-mail
and see if she comes forward.
- Yeah, we won't
need to do that.
-
Well, why is that?
- 'Cause she already has.
- Hey, honey.
- Hmm?
- Looking for a date?
- Maybe.
How much?
- Depends what kind of
date you have in mind.
- Get in.
(Cars honking)
-
I don't know exactly
when I left.
Uh, around 1:30.
-
Why were you in
Mr. Manning's hotel room?
(Scoffing)
-For the
obvious reasons.
But I couldn't
go through with it.
Still, I wanted to cheat.
So what's the difference?
- There's a difference.
Was there anyone else
there with you?
- No.
- Did you see anything
or anyone suspicious
as you were leaving?
- Just the maid's
cart down the hall.
- Why didn't you
come to us sooner?
- I was trying
to protect my marriage.
- Do you own a
firearm, Ms. Abbot?
- No!
I've never held
a gun in my life.
Why would you ask me that?
- Well, you were
the last person
to see Mr. Manning alive.
- No, I wasn't.
The person who
killed him was.
(Paper rustling)
- Do you know either
of these people?
- No, but I read
about their murders.
Why are you
showing me these?
-
They met on Wandering Eye,
like you and Mr. Manning.
- I don't understand.
Is there some connection
between what happened to them
and what happened
to Lucas?
- We think there is.
(Kissing and sighing)
- Mmm! Slow down, honey.
You have me for a whole hour.
(Laughing)
- What the--
- What are you doing?
- Ah, the hell with this!
- You don't
know who it is!
It could be the police.
Perry, don't!
- Hey! You got
a problem, buddy?
'Cause I got a problem.
I'm trying to spend some
time with my girl.
(Gunshots)
(Gasps)
-
Thank you.
I knew that I was
lucky not to be there,
that if it were
a robbery or whatever,
I could've been killed, too.
But...
I had no idea
I was a target.
- So what do you think?
- I think she's right.
She was lucky.
Damn lucky.
- We may need to talk
to you again,
but you're free to go.
- Are you gonna release
my name to the media?
- No.
Since you used a pseudonym,
the killer doesn't
know who you are.
Let's keep it that way.
(Sighing)
- Thank you.
- Maren.
You can still
protect your marriage.
You don't have to tell
your husband. We won't.
- I told them everything.
- Good for you.
- Now I owe you one.
- For what?
- Ah! Pointing me
in the right direction.
- You were already
pointed there.
You just needed
a little push.
So, did you tell Connor?
- No. I don't think
I'm going to.
- Hmm?
- I wanna put
this behind me and...
I wish that Graham
would do the same thing.
(Chuckles)
- He's been calling?
- And texting
and emailing.
- Oh!
- He's beginning to
feel like a stalker.
- Well, you're a hard
woman to give up on.
- Yeah, right.
(Both giggling)
(Baby crying)
- Oh. Duty calls.
- Ah!
-
Atherton.
- (Fitzpatrick):
Wandering Eye
has been hacked again.
We're on our way with SWAT.
-
I'll track down
who the targets were.
- Clear!
- All right.
What now?
- Get Will on the phone.
He's trying to track down
the Wandering Eye members
that were hacked
from this address.
- Yeah.
- Hopefully he had
better luck than we did.
- Hey, it's Solomon.
What's the word?
All right, we'll meet
you there.
- He found them.
- What?
- He found them.
- A hooker?
- Guess again.
Driver's license in her purse
says this is our girl.
Minus the red wig,
Brenda Sheppard-Bates.
Got her name from Wandering Eye.
M.O. matches the other murders.
- Brenda Sheppard-Bates.
The real-estate
developer?
- Yep.
This is his wife.
- What? Turning a trick?
- Acting out a fantasy.
- That would be my guess.
- All right.
So who's he?
- Perry Annunzio. Book
publisher. Worked in midtown.
- Stick around.
Let me know if forensics comes
up with anything.
- OK.
- You got it.
(Woman on CB, indistinct)
- We have to let
the media in on this
before they
connect the dots.
(Sighing)
(Beep)
(Cell phone ringing)
(Sighing)
-
Hi, You've reached
Maren Abbott.
Please leave a message
at the sound of the beep.
(Beep)
(Sighing)
- Can I get another?
(Cell phone ringing)
- Yeah.
-
Hey, it's Solomon.
No luck. Forensics came back.
Zero trace of evidence.
-
OK. We're on our way back.
- All right.
- We have to issue
a statement,
control the rumours before
the media does it for us.
And who knows? Maybe someone
will come forward and--
'Cause right now
we got nothing.
- You're right.
- And we have to
shut down the site.
- Yeah, you're right
about that too.
- Good.
(Cell phone beeping)
(Sighing)
- Come on, Graham.
Give it up.
-
So here's what we're going
to release to the press:
"We believe the same
person is responsible
"for the murders of Anne
Federman and Michael Hollis
"in Manhattan,
"and Lucas Manning,
Brenda Sheppard-Bates
"and Perry Annunzio in Queens.
"All of the victims were members
"of the social-networking
site Wandering Eye,
"which has today
suspended operations.
"Other than acknowledging
that commonality,
"we are not releasing
any further information
"concerning the murders
at this time.
"What we do
want to emphasize
"is that the general
population has nothing to fear.
"These murders
are not random."
OK. We're about to start
the press conference.
- OK, great. Zoey's ready
to shut down the site.
I'm waiting for your call.
- OK. OK, let's do this.
- Jackie! Don't.
- Here.
- When did you get this?
- Uh, about
an hour ago.
- You don't
know the sender?
- No, but it's the killer.
- Why do you say that?
- Who else?
- He got your email address
from Wandering Eye.
- Now he wants
to blackmail you?
- No, he wants to kill me.
I'm unfinished business.
The one who got away.
- She's right.
This isn't about money.
This is about
restoring moral balance.
A common link in all the murders
is that the male victims
were fathers with
young children.
I think the killer suffered
the trauma of divorce as a kid,
because his father
was unfaithful.
- So he couldn't kill his dad
or his dad's mistress,
so he's killing
surrogates.
- Where better to find them
than Wandering Eye?
- Only he didn't kill
this surrogate.
Look, he's seen me
at the hotel.
But he doesn't know who I am
or where to find me.
He's trying
to smoke me out.
- Yeah, but does he
really think
you'll fall for
a blackmail threat?
- He assumed I'd come
forward, but I didn't.
Or he thinks I didn't.
- Which is why he didn't
contact you sooner.
- As far as he's concerned,
I'm desperate to stay anonymous.
- OK, so what do we do?
- We give him what he wants.
He wants to smoke you out,
we let him.
- (Fitzgibbon):
We can't ask her to do that.
- Fine.
- You would be putting
yourself at risk.
- But you'd be there
to protect me, right?
- Right.
- So why don't
I answer his email?
(All talking)
(Inaudible)
(Inaudible)
- OK. It's show time.
You ready?
(Sighing)
- I keep thinking about
Blair Manning, Lucas's wife.
Did you meet her
when she came to New York?
- Briefly.
- She thinks her husband
cheated on her.
But he didn't.
He really loved her.
- We'll be watching
you at all times.
- OK.
- He's not gonna do
anything in public.
It doesn't fit
the profile.
- Then why am I wearing
a bulletproof vest?
- You can back out.
I wouldn't blame you.
- No. Let's do this.
- OK, so once we have him,
you go straight
to the alley.
behind the restaurant.
- Got it.
- OK.
- OK.
- Good evening.
- Hi. Table for two.
I'm meeting someone.
- Right this way.
- Here you go.
The waitress will be
right with you.
- Thank you.
(♪ Lounge )
(Inaudible)
- (Hostess): Is everything
all right over here?
(Laughing)
- Alison?
- Derek?
- Hands on your head! I said
hands on your head!
- You're under arrest. You have
the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can be used
against you in a court of law.
- I haven't done anything!
- You have the right
to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed
to you. Let's go!
- (Derek):
What are you doing?
- We're sorry, people.
Police business.
Please stay seated.
Everything is under control.
(Cars honking)
(Man on CB, indistinct)
- Williamsburg, please.
- I'm telling you I didn't send
any "pay me or else" email!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Sit down.
- How did you know to meet
Mrs. Rodgers tonight?
- We exchanged e-mails, but not
at that address you said.
- I've got my phone
in my jacket. Check it.
By the way, she contacted
me first. She emailed me.
- You're claiming you and
Mrs. Rodgers had a relationship?
- No! She was interested in one.
That's why we were meeting.
- We got the wrong guy.
We've been set up.
(Sighing)
- We gotta get a
patrol car to Maren's.
- Guess who.
(Gasps)
(Exhales)
- What are you doing?
- Uh...
Do you wanna
go to dinner?
What was that-- What was that
place that we went to for lunch?
- Go home.
- Hmm?
(Laughing)
- Go home?
Aw!
OK. Just one
little kiss first. OK?
OK? Just one.
- You're--you're drunk.
- Let go of her.
Let go of her now.
(Grunting)
Are--are you OK?
- Uh, yeah.
- Guess again.
(Siren)
(Line dialling)
(Sighing)
-
Hi, You've reached
Maren Abbott....
- She's not answering.
(Beeping)
Yeah.
Is she there?
-
No.
All I found was
a friend of hers,
Graham Ball.
Sent him to the hospital
with a minor head injury.
-
All right. Thanks.
The killer has her.
- What?
- Where are we going?
- Hmm... You're not very
romantic, are you, Alison?
No basking in the afterglow
for you. No pillow talk.
Just wham, bam,
thank you, man,
and you're out of there.
And poor Lucas. Hmm...
Had to die all by himself,
and that's not fair.
Turn right
at the light.
Damn it!
(Sighing)
- Where is she?
Will, where is she?
- He has to finish
what he started.
- What are you doing?
- Yeah, it's Atherton.
I need backup now!
Luxury Travel Hotel.
Let's go.
- OK. Got it.
(Siren)
- You made a promise,
a promise before God,
and you broke that promise
and that's a grievous sin.
Did you think
it would go unpunished?
Did you think that God would,
like, look the other way?
It doesn't work
like that, Alison.
- So that's why you're
killing people? For God?
- Don't reduce this to simple!
Nothing is simple!
Life is complicated
and that's why we need
to help each other.
- So why don't you help me
and let me go?
- Right. See, I was gonna
help people.
See, I--I was gonna
be a doctor.
Like him.
See, he encouraged me,
even when I was really little,
let me read
all his books,
play with his
medical instruments.
And then he ruined everything.
- The hotel! You're taking me
back to the hotel.
- Someone should've
killed him, too,
him and his whore.
Go around the back.
(Siren)
(Tires squealing)
- You're gonna kill me,
aren't you?
- No. You killed
yourself, Alison,
the minute you slept
with another man.
Park anywhere.
- I have something to tell you.
- What are you doing?
What are you doing?
- My name isn't Alison.
- Stop the car!
Stop it!
(Airplane flying overhead)
(Approaching siren)
- Hey! Hey!
Over here!
Hey!
- Maren,
what happened?
Are you OK?
- I think so.
I don't know.
It wasn't Derek.
(Gunshot)
- Aaah!
- Zoey!
You don't have to do this.
We can get you
the help you need.
- I'm not the one that needs
help right now, Detective.
(Tires squealing)
(Grunting)
(Groaning)
(Whimpers)
- Ah! You keep your vest on.
I'm calling for help.
Don't move.
I'm right here.
(Will groaning)
Everything's
gonna be fine.
- Oh!
- Let me see, let me see..
Luxury Travel Hotel.
Officer down.
Let me see.
You're gonna be OK.
(Groaning)
- It's OK.
Help is coming.
(Groaning)
(Man on CB, indistinct)
- (Man): Was hell of
an accident!
- Don't let anyone
tell you otherwise.
Flesh wounds hurt.
(Sighing)
- You saved
my life tonight.
- We both got lucky.
- No, you had my back.
- I've always
had your back.
- Not always.
- I fell in love with
someone else, Jackie.
It happens.
(Sighing)
- Yeah, I remember.
- Come on.
It would've happened
to one of us.
We were lousy together.
- Yeah. I remember that, too.
(Groaning quietly)
- I should hand in my badge.
How many years
have I been doing this?
And it never occurred to me the
killer was a woman. Not once.
- I'd like to go home.
- Yeah.
Yeah, of course.
Sorry.
Gonna be OK?
So, you're
still anonymous.
You don't have to
tell your husband, OK?
- Yeah, I know, but...
I'm going to.
Our marriage
is in trouble
and it's never gonna survive
if it's based on lies.
- Uh...
- What's this?
- Lucas Manning's wife,
Blair. That's, uh...
That's her number.
- Thank you.
Take care.
- Yeah, you too.
(Car door closing)
- (Woman singing on stereo):
♪♪ What lies ahead?
♪ What is in my dreams?
♪ In a dreamer's head
♪ Somewhere in between
- Hi, honey.
- Hey, you.
-
♪ Attraction, fascination
♪ Are we all caught anyway?
(Maren sighing)
- Hey.
- Welcome home.
- What is all this?
- Um...
I've been a total jerk
and I miss my wife.
So I hope you don't have
any plans for tonight.
Because I've got a lot of
lost time to make up for.
- Hmm!
Mmm! Connor, listen.
I, um...
- What?
- It can wait till tomorrow.
-
♪ I know you love me true
♪ I should be waiting for you
♪ I'll never find
another dream like you ♪♪
(Siren)
Closed captions:
Vision Globale
♪♪ What will I find
♪ Behind the unlocked door?
♪ Is there really more?
♪ Something's calling me
♪ Seduction, self-deception
♪ From here
where should I go? ♪
♪ Who should I be?
♪ What is it exactly?
♪ I'd like to know
♪ From down deep
♪ I know you love me true
♪ I should be
waiting for you ♪
♪ So far away from me
♪ And far away from you
♪ I'll never find
another dream like you ♪♪