Law & Order: Criminal Intent (2001–2011): Season 1, Episode 19 - Maledictus - full transcript

Narrator: In New York
City's war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued by the detectives

of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

She's everywhere.
A whole article on her.

Like she's the only Mafia
daughter in New York City!

Like I'm not still famous!

Ilana, "Daughter
of a Russian Don"

was a terrific book...
Five years ago.

Or haven't you noticed your
royalty checks got smaller?

Noah, please,



can't you call one of
your influential friends,

get me a little job?

Little jobs have
little salaries.

You want the big money
again, bring me another book.

Woman reporter: Mr. Yushka,

you think a life
sentence is fair?

Are you going to appeal this?

- Ilana: Papa!
- Photographer: Look this way, sir!

You are not his daughter. Life in
prison. Life in prison, because of you.

Because of you!

Oh, God, Kenny.

Ice. I need ice.

I couldn't go home. I don't
want Martha to see me like this.

I have a broken rib.



I will take you to the hospital.

Don't be an idiot.
You are so rude.

I was going to ask you how it went
today, but if you're going to be a bitch...

I'm allowed to be a bitch
today. My father will die in jail.

Your book had
nothing to do with it.

It was the most liberating
thing you've ever done.

I don't understand why
you don't write another one.

I will take it.

Are you sure you can afford it?

I'm a writer, Sasha. When
writers need money, they write.

And I will write a new book.

Noah: You tell his
agent that for 15%

he can bloody well
edit the book himself.

What's that? Shouldn't
we have it x-rayed?

It's from Ilana Yushka.
Feels like a manuscript.

What? If she's been
holding out on me...

Oh, dear God! Call
the police! Now!

Now give me a big close-up

of this smudge on her forehead.

I spoke with her
yesterday afternoon.

She said she had an idea
for her next book. A big idea.

- Eames: Which was?
- She wanted to tell me in person

to see the look on my face.
But what else could it be?

The Russian mob's all she knew.

The messenger service said they
picked up the box at 319 Hudson.

- Is that her address?
- Chinese restaurant next door.

Her building doesn't have a doorman.
All pickups and deliveries go there.

I really need to speak to
them... They're with Legal.

You lose a contact lens?

I need long tweezers.

There's something in her mouth.

Take pictures.

What do you think this means?

Robbery wasn't the motive?

It's a receipt for a
necklace from two days ago.

She was already
spending her advance.

Ostrensky's in Brighton Beach.
Nothing like rubbing it in their faces.

She's got legal pads filled with her
handwriting. She still wrote in Russian.

If you tell me you can
read Russian... oh, brother.

The restaurant
owner downstairs says

a blonde woman dropped
the package off yesterday.

So someone who knew
Ilana's routine... maybe a friend?

Yeah. A friend...

who was buzzed
in with the killer.

Might explain why there
was no forced entry.

Assuming she was killed here.

Not just killed.

That's lye. She
went down the drain.

Only the bones would be left.

Goren: The decapitation,
the disposal of the body,

it has all the characteristics of
a Russian mob hit, Mr. Yushka.

Eames: This is what
we're talking about.

The rest of your lovely
daughter was turned into pudding

and washed down a sewer pipe.

We know that it's not what you
wanted. We know you had no choice.

He doesn't know what
you're talking about.

If you had said no, they
would have done it anyway.

And the rest of your family
would have been next.

In the long run, it
makes no difference.

They know it's going to eat at you.
They know you're going to want revenge.

Eames: They won't wait.
They'll come after you.

Make the first
strike, Mr. Yushka.

Give us the names of
the people who did this!

You have nothing better to
do than harass an old man?

We can always harass you.

According to the visitor's
log, you visited Mr. Yushka

one day before his
daughter was killed.

You were accompanied
by a Mr. Oleg Namirov?

He's a translator
for Mr. Yushka.

You signed out at 2:40.
Mr. Namirov didn't sign out until 2:50.

He spent 10 minutes
alone with Mr. Yushka.

We're curious, what
was he translating?

Oleg Namirov's a suspect
in half a dozen mob hits.

Unfortunately, he always seems to be
on an airplane the day of the murders.

What about Wednesday?

Well, let's see
what the reports say.

The Bureau has him
under surveillance.

Well, 24/7 is a little more
than we can manage right now,

but we do bed checks.

Wednesday, 8:15, his
car was parked outside

his mistress's apartment
in Sheepshead Bay.

His mistress,
she's blonde, right?

Oleg was here Wednesday. We
stay in, we watch TV, we eat dinner.

When you stayed in, you mean you
stayed in Ilana's Yushka's apartment?

- What are you talking about?
- The time it took your boyfriend

to liquefy her
body in the bathtub.

That is lie. Oleg
was here, with me.

You just came back from a trip?

Woman: No.

I'll bet I can guess
where you and Oleg went.

Oh! South. And you
left Wednesday night.

You're wrong, smart guy.

We were leaving
tonight... To Hawaii.

That is west.

The airline confirms Oleg
Namirov bought tickets for Hawaii

two hours after visiting Boris Yushka
in prison. The tickets were for tonight.

If Mr. Namirov was true to form,

he was going to do the hit on Ilana
tonight and then jump on a plane.

Well, we were right
about one thing.

The Russian mob
was planning to kill her.

Except somebody beat them to it.

Hey, gorgeous. You
feeding the fishies?

You going to be feeding
the fishies all night long?

Oh, jeez. My mistake.

Ilana had these
photos on her desk.

Probably old friends
from high school.

Maybe that was her next project: "I
was a Russian Homecoming Queen."

This is her on her prom night.

"Ilana and Kenny,
the Waldorf, 1982."

For what it's worth,

the feds aren't convinced
this wasn't a mob hit.

Tell them to keep an open
mind. That's what we do.

What are you opening
your minds to here?

Translations of
Ilana's writings.

Maybe her new book
wasn't about the mob.

Maybe she found a whole
new group of people to piss off.

Here, it looks like
titles for a book.

"Academy of Horrors,"
"Unusual Punishment,"

"Tales Out of School."

All right, this looks like copies of
Child Welfare cases filed in 1979.

All with the same respondent,
the Chase Academy.

Ilana mentioned
it in her first book.

It was a private school
for troubled teenagers.

Rich troubled teenagers.
We've got Kennedy cousins,

we've got George Tate,
publisher of "The Ledger,"

Arthur L Korrigan Jr.

Child Welfare went after the
school for beating the students.

I smell a bestseller.

I smell a motive for murder,

especially if there was
more to it than just beatings.

Word must have gotten
out she was writing a book.

Maybe she talked to
one of the other students.

We can always ask the heir to
the Strick real estate fortune...

Kenneth "Kenny" Strick.

Her prom date.

If any place deserved
an exposé, it was Chase.

That place was a horror.

That's one of the titles
Ilana was working on.

"Academy of Horrors."

If she'd told me she was planning a
book, I'd have warned her to be careful.

Some of the staff at Chase
were sadists. Am I exaggerating?

No.

Is that where you two met?

Us? No.

We've known each other
much longer than that.

Martha's my sister.

I went to Le Roset in Switzerland.
It's Kenny who was a handful.

That's why our stepfather
sent him to Chase.

I'm sorry for the confusion.

You were still in
touch with Ilana?

Chase was a bonding experience.

We spoke now and then.

The last time was when
her father was sent to prison.

She was very upset.

The book was the
furthest thing from her mind.

Is there anyone else
she might have talked to?

- Possible. I don't know.
- What about George?

George?

You mean George Tate,
the publisher of "The Ledger"?

Martha: He and Ilana had a thing

the summer after they
graduated from Chase.

I thought that you
were her prom date?

I had other plans.

Ilana found George hanging
around the punch bowl.

And now, I'm going for my walk.

Ilana's death was shocking.

If there's anything else
we can do, please call.

Well, she never talked
to me about a book.

Frankly there wasn't enough
going on at Chase to sustain one.

Physical abuse wasn't
the tip of the iceberg?

No, it was the iceberg. Believe
me, if there had been anything more,

my father, who owned several
newspapers, would have been all over it.

Maybe Ilana's exposé wasn't
about the staff at Chase.

Maybe it was about the students.

- What are you talking about?
- A co-ed boarding school full
of troubled teenagers...

I'm getting flushed
just thinking about it.

Oh, get a grip, Detective.
Ilana knew better.

She had her own
indiscretions to worry about.

You can't mean indiscretions
with the opposite sex?

Those wouldn't worry her.

But... another
girl at the school?

She wouldn't write
about it, so drop it.

Ilana needed money. She had nothing
to lose, Maybe this other person does.

Which one was she?

This girl here, or this one?

Ursula Stovitz.

Who's Ursula Stovitz?

I'm sure you've read her
holiday tips in her magazine:

"Anna's Gracious Home."

This is Anna Llewellyn?

Is there any proof she
had an affair with Ilana?

The story is Anna and Ilana

broke curfew one Friday night...

November, 1978, I think...

They were arrested
by the local sheriff

while joyriding in
the headmaster's car.

And that means they
were having an affair?

They were seen kissing
and fondling each other

in the parking lot of a bar.

I was very saddened
when I heard about Ilana.

She and I shared some
difficult times at Chase.

Where were you last
Wednesday night?

Here, waiting for a limo
to take me to the airport.

- Alone?
- Yes, Mark and the children
were in Connecticut.

Don't tell me I'm a suspect?

We think Ms. Yushka
was putting together

a book about her years
at the Chase Academy,

a book that might have been
embarrassing for your wholesome image...

For heaven's sake,
not those rumors again.

I assure you, I'm not gay.

I believe her. Thank you.

It's not just because
you're flirting with me,

it's the way that you're
flirting. It's very subtle.

So, now we've
established that I'm straight.

I still could have
had a fling with Ilana.

When you were 15?

I'll confess to a
schoolgirl crush on Ilana.

We held hands,
we kissed a little.

That's as far as it went,
and it lasted all of two weeks.

Did that include joyriding
in the headmaster's car?

That wasn't me. I wish it was.

Sounded like Ilana and
that other girl had a lot of fun.

Eames: You know
who the other girl was?

No, I just remember seeing

our local sheriff drop Ilana off
at school early the next morning.

Man: Miss Llewellyn?
If you'll excuse me.

I wonder if the local sheriff
remembers it the way she does?

The Chase Academy? It was always
one thing or another with those kids.

They closed the
place down, you know.

We know. This was on a
Friday night in November, '78.

One of the girls was
Russian... Ilana Yushka.

A Russian accent?

I vaguely remember her.

If you say her name was Ilana
Yushka, I'll take your word for it.

Eames: What
about the other girl?

I don't remember
there being another girl.

That's a nice watch.

Thanks. I'm sorry I
can't help you out on that.

You keep rubbing
it. Is that a Rolex?

Yeah.

Okay, well, it was
nice talking to you.

Oop... it's loose!
Don't let it fall off!

It's a Rolex Gold Shell.

You see, it's got a little higher
profile than other models.

Somebody must like you a lot,
Sheriff, to give you a gold watch.

The boys got it for me
for the years of service.

They gave it to you brand new?

Well, yeah. A
couple of years ago.

Really?

This is a vintage watch.

You see, they stopped
making it in 1979.

Another thing you
should know is...

Rolex never made
your watch in solid gold...

no matter what they
told you, 20 years ago.

Ilana Yushka's been murdered.

What happened that night

might have
something to do with it.

The other girl, what
happened to her?

The Russian girl, she didn't
want her folks to find out.

But the other one, soon as I
brought them in, she made a call.

20 minutes later this lawyer
from Bedford, Chester Barrows,

comes in to collect her
on behalf of her parents.

He convinced you to leave her name
out of the report in exchange for a watch?

Well, it wasn't exactly
the crime of the century.

Strick. Her name
was Martha Strick.

Did she show you ID? No, but
Barrows said that's who she was.

Excuse me.

Martha Strick was supposed to be at
school 3,000 miles away in Switzerland.

Maybe she was.

Ken Strick doesn't have
any other siblings. I know.

Family sends a lawyer out
in the middle of the night,

they bribe a sheriff,
to cover up what?

Little Kenny in a dress.

Kenny: The Chase
angle is a smokescreen.

The police are afraid
of the Russian mob.

And apparently
so is "The Ledger."

That's not fair, Kenneth.

We ran a piece the day
after Ilana was murdered.

It was a trademark
Russian mob hit.

Ilana told me she was thinking of
doing a follow-up to her first book.

So why is the NYPD steering the
investigation away from the Russians?

Ilana was your friend and mine,
but that shouldn't influence you.

Neither should the fact that Strick
Realty is one of your biggest advertisers.

But George,

shouldn't someone be
asking these questions?

Excuse me.

Man: I wouldn't have
brought them here, sir,

but the flight from
Toronto got in early.

Drive them around for an
hour, then meet me there.

The male suspect who cut off

Ilana Yushka's
head with one blow

and the woman who left the
package at the Chinese restaurant?

Kenneth Strick,
one and the same.

That's a hell of a theory.

Is cross-dressing something
people kill for these days?

Transvestitism could be a
symptom of deeper pathology.

I don't know what
drives Ken Strick,

but we should find out.

There's a deeper secret here

and that's probably what
Ilana was writing about.

It'll take more than
psychological gleanings

to get a search
warrant for a blonde wig

and size 14 dress. Have
you read today's "Ledger"?

Since when do we pay
attention to bad press?

The article quotes an
"unnamed close friend"

who says Ms. Yushka
was planning a follow-up

to her first book and
feared for her safety.

The same close friend

who probably
manipulates the media.

Ken Strick...

he went to school with the
publisher of "The Ledger."

Detective... I guess we're
not getting our search warrant?

Not based on a
20-year-old joy ride

and not until you can
tell me with certainty

that Martha Strick was not
in that car with Ms. Yushka.

Well, of course it wasn't me.
I wasn't even in the country.

You can contact Le Roset.
They keep excellent records.

I only came home for
the summer holidays.

Must have been rough on you.

Didn't you miss your parents?

Our mother had passed away.
There was only our stepfather.

Anyway, Kenny would
come visit during Christmas.

What about Kenny?
He ever get into trouble

with the police when
he was at Chase?

No.

I really don't understand
your fascination

with ancient history. Don't
you people read the paper?

Eames: That phony article your brother
cooked up with his buddy George Tate?

I resent that.

My brother doesn't
abuse his relationships.

Instead of giving anonymous
quotes to the newspaper,

he should have had
the guts to talk to us.

What my brother did
took guts and he paid for it.

Eames: Paid for it?

I think you should leave now.

Is he wearing only one boot?

Why would you say that?

Well, because there's
only one lonely boot here.

Is there a reason
he's not... wearing it?

Did something happen to his leg?

Eames: Is that what you
meant by "paying for it"?

He came home late last night.

He was limping. He
said he'd been mugged.

I wanted to call the police but
he said no and then I understood.

What's that?

The people who killed Ilana...

They found out Kenny
talked to the newspaper.

My sister has a
vivid imagination.

Some thug took my
wallet, pushed me down

and that's how I
sprained my ankle.

So you didn't get "worked
over" by the Russian mob?

I've said everything
I have to say.

You say one thing to us, you say
another thing to the newspapers.

I didn't talk to the papers. That's
pure conjecture on Martha's part.

Don't put it on your sister.

It's you.

You're the one that's trying to
steer it towards the Russians.

I'd be a fool to try.

You steer it wherever
you want, Detective.

Okay. Do you know
a Chester Barrows?

No.

He was a lawyer in Bedford.
Your stepfather hired him in 1978?

I wouldn't know.

The sheriff in Adler Township

said that Mr. Barrows showed
up the night of November 12th

and bailed out someone
named "Martha Strick."

I doubt that very much.

Because Martha was away in
Switzerland? She most certainly was.

And you were fast asleep in
your room at the Chase Academy?

I most certainly was.

What?

Well, it's just what I thought.
You pluck your eyebrows.

Did you tell Kenneth Strick
he plucks his eyebrows?

Yes.

He does, right?

He complained to the mayor.

Now the Chief of Detectives
wants this turned over to the FBI.

It's not a mob case.

They planned a
hit on Ilana Yushka.

They put a beat-down
on Kenneth Strick.

When the Russians put a
beat-down on someone, it shows.

Strick didn't have a mark
on his face or his hands.

So what's he doing
limping around with a cane?

Strick is a straight guy

who can only get excited
wearing women's clothing.

That usually goes hand
in hand with masochism.

I learn something new every day.

A guy like Strick probably
hires a pro to give him a workout.

Here, on his Amex bill. A couple
of days before he was injured

Strick bought two tickets on Air
Canada from Toronto to New York.

Maybe he hired
out-of-town talent?

Okay, so now it's a big crime
to go down to the States?

The Free Trade Act doesn't
actually allow prostitutes

to cross the border
to ply their trade.

It's still a felony that
you can get extradited for

and your government
won't lift a finger to help you.

He's right about that, missy.

Better answer their questions
and be smart about it.

So, okay.

My girlfriend and me went
down to New York for work.

That's the guy.

And how did these
sessions with him play out?

He likes being made to
dress up in women's clothes.

The whole kit,

from high heels to
a wig and make-up.

Then what did you do?

Did you smack him... hard?

Yes. He likes being
smacked around.

You got carried
away the last time?

I stepped on his foot by
mistake, but he didn't mind much.

The words. The words...

What were the words he had you
say to him while this was going on?

We had to call him "Kenny"
and tell him he's a bad boy

who's getting what he deserves.

What were the words that he
used? The exact words. It's important.

"I didn't mean it.

I'm sorry, Mommy.
Don't go away, Mommy."

Like that. Eames: Then what?

Well, after he got smacked around
good, he was ready for the big finish,

so we took care of that
and went back to the hotel.

Is there a computer I can use?

Attorney: Sure. The
officer will show you.

Thank you.

You're being silly. You
were gone for an hour.

Joshua's just a bit of fun.

And really, Kenny,
do I question you

when you disappear to
God-knows-where with God-knows-who?

Don't change the subject.

The subject is loyalty...
And truthfulness.

I had to find out from the
police you dragged my name

into some adolescent
criminal prank.

I told you, it was Ilana. She's
the one who used your name.

I don't know, Kenny. I have to wonder
what other secrets you keep from me.

You're not being fair!

I'm going to bed now.

Martha, I'm sorry. Please
don't go to sleep angry.

I swear I'm not hiding anything.

Please say something, Martha.

I need you to trust me.

Martha?

I'm sorry.

Martha, please,
I didn't mean it.

Don't be mad at me.

I'm not.

I can never stay mad at you...

Not my big brother.

The girl said Strick paid her
and her friend five grand each.

And here I thought hockey players and
maple syrup were Canada's biggest exports.

His mother, Eloise
Strick, died in 1974.

A suicide in the kitchen
of the family home.

From eating ant poison.

The only witness was her
10-year-old son, Kenneth.

Eloise Strick, death by suicide,

August 1974. Here you go.

Where's the rest of it?

30-year-old file. It happens.

Anyone check out
this file recently?

No. There was a reporter
asking for it a couple of weeks ago.

I told her she'd have
to file an application.

This her? Russian accent?

Yes.

What about the lead detective
on the case, Alan Forbes?

You didn't misplace
him, did you?

Alan passed away
three years ago.

And John Nemetz,
what happened to him?

Who?

The crime scene photographer.

We're looking for photos of a
suicide... Eloise Strick, 1974.

That would be under
"Famous people suicides."

Of course, the family
wasn't famous then.

Mr. Strick just started
his real estate business.

That's the glass that
had the ant poison.

She took it with lemonade.

Her son was the only witness?

Yeah.

The nanny... Miss Mendoza,
something like that...

She'd gone to the
store with the daughter.

The stepfather was
out of town on business.

Poor little kid. You see
that cupboard there?

That's where we found him.

When the mother started dying
from the poison, he ran in there.

I can't imagine what that
poor kid went through,

seeing his mother go like that.

Goren: Do you have
a magnifying glass?

In the dining room,

there's a big box of soda
crackers open on the table.

Was somebody eating there?

The boy said Mrs. Strick was
before she took the poison.

Eating soda crackers on
a hot summer morning?

Morning sickness.

That's right. That
came out in the autopsy.

She was two months pregnant.

The people who bought this
place aren't going to be thrilled

to hear what happened here.

May I help you?

Good afternoon, ma'am.
New York City Police.

We're investigating an incident

involving one the previous
owners of this house.

What previous owner? I've been
living here for almost 25 years.

The incident occurred in 1974.

I don't know anything
about that. Sorry.

We'd just like to take
a look at the kitchen.

No, you can't go in.

It's Mrs. Mendoza,
right? Mendez.

You were the nanny
for the Strick kids? Yes.

You bought the house from them?

No. They kept it in the
family. I just lease it from them.

It's a tragedy what
happened to Mrs. Strick.

I can't imagine how
those poor kids felt,

losing their mother and
maybe a little brother or sister.

Oh, no. They didn't know

Mrs. Strick was going to have
a baby. She hadn't told them.

Why's that?

I don't know. She just told me
she didn't want them to know yet.

I'm sorry. At the funeral,
how did the children behave?

Oh, Mr. Kenny,

he was very brave,
like a little man.

He stood up very straight,
holding his sister's hand.

What did Martha do?
She broke my heart.

She put her favorite teddy bear

in Mrs. Strick's coffin,

so Mrs. Strick "wouldn't
be afraid of the dark."

Has anyone been around
recently asking questions?

You mean snooping?
Yeah. There was this lady...

She parked the car across the
house and she was taking pictures.

A blonde lady? Yeah.

I hope you told
Mr. Strick about it.

- Oh yeah, I did.
- Goren: Good for you.

Thanks.

We need a search warrant
for the suicide house.

Search for what?

Motive.

I don't see where it specifies
what you're looking for.

Right there. Cutting
instruments, lye.

But why that house?

I only came to inform you
of the warrant as a courtesy,

to give your representatives

an opportunity to be
present during the search.

It's Saturday. Contrary
to what you may think,

I don't have lawyers
standing by on call.

Either of you is
welcome to observe.

They're not
entitled to be there.

Why are we kowtowing
to these people?

Carver: Detectives, please.

Does this search
have to be done today?

Yes. It doesn't matter anyway.
The older lady's there every day.

Mrs. Mendez? Has she
been told you're coming?

Eames: She'll find
out when we get there.

I have to go. She's by
herself. She'll be very upset.

We're not going back there.

I'll be fine. You stay here.

I'll go, Mr. Carver.

Goren: Fine, just her. Let's go.

I'm going with you.

We can't all fit in our vehicle.

Miss Strick can ride with me.

What we're
interested in is in here.

This place is like
a time capsule.

Same fridge... same stove...

same floor, right?

Well...

two hours you
were hiding in there?

You must have been terrified.

I'll wait for Martha outside.

Terrified they'd find out.

We found duplicate
photos of the crime scene.

"Crime scene," because that's
what went on in this kitchen.

I'm warning you, Detective,
stop this right now.

Your mother, sitting there...

eating crackers to
settle her stomach.

She had morning sickness.

She was pregnant
by your stepfather.

You didn't like that?

You were scared your mother
wouldn't love you anymore.

That's not true.

We didn't know she was
pregnant. She didn't tell us.

Martha knew. She put
her teddy bear in the coffin.

Not for your
mother, for the baby.

Martha was probably
excited about the baby.

But you...

You wanted it to go away...

just a little bit. "If Mommy
only got sick, just a little bit."

Just enough to throw up
the baby from her stomach.

No, no, no.

Your mother was thirsty,

from... from the crackers.

She asked you to
bring her a lemonade.

You poured the glass there.

You...

You mixed in the ant poison.

Spilled some on the floor.

The bitterness
from the lemonade...

It masked the taste.

Almost right away
she started getting sick.

And she took one look
at you and she knew.

No... She came at you.

The glass fell out
of her hand... there.

And you backed away.

"I didn't mean it, Mommy.

I'm sorry, Mommy."

And she collapsed.

She reached out
her hand for you.

You hid in the cupboard.

Your mother died.

And no one ever knew the truth.

No one except your
partner in crime at Chase,

Goren: Ilana, who you shared
your most shameful secret with.

20 years later...

because she became
desperate for money and fame,

she decided to
write a book about it.

You couldn't let that happen.

Never mind the
whole world finding out

what a sad, misguided
little boy did to his mother,

you couldn't let
Martha find out.

The one person
who looks up to you...

Who loves you...

whose hand you held
at your mother's funeral.

The only family you have.

You... you couldn't
afford to lose her.

And that's why you killed Ilana!

You're... you're wrong.

This is all an
incredible web of lies.

Kenny, you're
running out of time.

When Martha gets here,

she's going to learn why
you killed Ilana. The truth.

She'll never believe it.

Or...

a convenient fiction?

Like, Ilana was writing

a scathing exposé

of Eloise Strick,

the selfish, unstable divorcée

who cared so
little for her children

she committed suicide
in front of her only son...

scarring him for life.

And you...

became enraged by what this
book could do to your family,

so you did what was
necessary to stop it.

Truth... fiction.

Kenneth?

Carver: I'm sorry
about the delay.

I took the wrong
turn off the LIE.

Are they finished?

We just having a long talk with
Kenneth about Ilana Yushka.

We also talked to him

about your mother...

Her... her tragic death.

Martha, I told
them I killed Ilana.

Oh, my God, Kenny!

She...

was writing a book
about Mother...

A book of lies and distortions.

I tried to reason with her,

but couldn't talk
her... Talk her out of it.

I kept thinking of you.

I don't know what came over me.

I... I killed her.

I'm so sorry.

It'll be all right, Kenny.

I didn't mean it. I didn't
mean it to happen.

I'll get the best lawyer, Kenny.

I'll take care of everything.

Thank you.