Law & Order: Criminal Intent (2001–2011): Season 3, Episode 10 - Law & Order: Criminal Intent - full transcript

[Man Narrating] 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.

[Pleasurable Moaning]

[Phone Ringing]

What's wrong?
Where are you going?

That window of
opportunity? It's closing.

I have to call in. Someone's
hacking my computer.

Hey, Carlos!

This híbrido won't
give me my money.

Don't break it. Let me see.



Says your account got no money. I know
what it says, ladrón. I've been robbed!

Rick's shutting down the computers
in five minutes. Why? What's going on?

All I know is those guys have badges.
They wanna check the main computer.

[Woman] I can't
believe you'd do that.

[Man Over Speaker] Then
watch your back, bitch,

or next time I'll have
your head on a stick.

Corinne, are you all right?
Mr. Dalton? Yes, I'm fine.

You should have
gone home hours ago.

I'm sorry. I got caught up in
something. I'll see you tomorrow.

Yes. One hundred
thousand dollars.

I'm not sure how it
got into our account.

Yes. The tickets
were sent to me.

But I didn't make
the reservations.

That's my brother. He made them?



I will call you back.
We have to talk.

I don't care what they told you. I
didn't do anything to their computers.

I believe you, but
it's not up to me.

I need another job. Temp
work's a little slow right now.

Call me in a week or two.

[Ringing]

Yeah, who is it?
Right Time Temps.

I got a package here
for a Corinne Kennedy.

Come on up. [Door Buzzes]

[Knocking] Just a minute.

Do I have to sign
something? [Door Opens]

[Gasping]

[Screaming]

The Columbian consul
thought a plane landed

on top of him. 9 1 1
got the call at 1 1:25.

No I.D. We're
canvassing that building.

We're thinking she's a jumper.

Looks like, uh, crumbs.

There's not much discoloration.

Must've happened
right before she died.

She was pushed off by someone
big enough to lift her off her feet.

My doorman went
off duty at 1 1:00.

He said Miss Kennedy
came home alone at 9:30.

She have any friends in the
building? Not that we noticed.

She was shy. Nice, but shy.
Shame for such a pretty girl.

All right, the officer
will take your statement.

This has been partially chewed.

She spewed it out of her mouth
when he grabbed her by the throat.

Soon as she opened the door, he
was on her. He took her out there.

No mistaking, he
came to kill her.

She was sitting at her desk
before she went to the door.

Her laptop is
missing. Is it in there?

Only two things in
here with batteries.

None of them's a computer.

It doesn't look like she had
much of a social life. No makeup.

Her wardrobe's just sweats,

baggy sweaters and T-shirts.

She tries to play her
looks down. Hmm.

Her father's a Civil War
reenactor. She likes action.

Kung fu movies from
Taiwan. "Corinne Kennedy.

Director of Software
Analysis, Ortech, Inc."

Now she's working
at a temp agency.

Pay stub from last week.

Overdue bills.

No wonder she's staying
at home eating crackers.

This is a credit card swiper.

Last year, drugstore clerks
got caught using these...

to steal credit card
information from customers.

A high-tech lowlife.

Wonder if her temp agency knew?

[Man] The agency
knows why we let her go.

We found a spyware program on the computer
that she shared with other workstations.

We traced it to
her. She planted it?

Well, she said it must
have been a virus. Oh.

Well, that sounds
like a plausible reason.

There was something
else, wasn't there?

I was going downstairs
to the Olympia Diner...

when I heard Corinne arguing
with a man on her speakerphone.

What did they say?
Well, I only heard him.

He said, "Watch your back, bitch... "Sorry.
"Or I'll have your head on a stick."

"Your head on a stick."
And then what? That's it.

She seemed out of it, hyper.

I had her computer logs checked.
She was spending a lot of time online.

And then we found the spyware.

You see, the spyware
stores everything we type...

Passwords, Social Security
numbers... Until it's downloaded.

This exact same program showed
up five days ago at a copy store...

on the main computer that serves
their computer rental stations.

So someone was stealing
data from the customers.

Yeah, passwords and
home computer addresses.

A bank employee woke up to find
someone hacking into his home P.C.

You have any suspects
at the copy store?

Seven employees
and 42 customers.

Now, this spyware, is this something
that Corinne Kennedy could have created?

Oh, yeah, it's completely
within her skill set.

[Phone Ringing] Excuse
me one minute, okay?

I don't see her name on here.

If she created this spyware, the copy
store hacker might be an accomplice.

The kung fu D.V.D.'s,

one of the stores that
sells those is on Mott Street.

This copy store clerk, Raymond
Chan, he lives right around the corner.

He's erasing the hard drives.

What are you running
here, Raymond?

A group home for computers?

I found the spyware. That's not mine.
Somebody must've sent me a virus.

Word for word, that's
what your little hacker friend

Corinne said. I don't know
who you're talking about.

[Man] He skimmed a lot of data. I'm
finding hundreds of credit card numbers,

PINs, bank A.T.M.'s.

A.T.M.'s? [Cantonese]

You just called him a thief.

You must have
some kind of proof.

I went to the
A.T.M. two days ago.

It said my checking
account empty.

Eight hundred dollars gone. Mom, I
didn't do it. I don't steal from banks.

We need to know
the name of your bank.

It's not my machine. I just rent it.
But all I get is people complaining.

No wonder. According to the bank,
33 people who used your machine...

in the last three weeks had
money stolen from their accounts.

Wait a minute. Wait. This
doesn't belong in here.

See, it's coming
off the card reader.

It's another circuit board.

It's to skim A.T.M.
and PIN numbers.

Somebody tampered with
this machine before installing it.

Tek-Cash Services. Yonkers.

This $ 100,000, it's a business
loan from our cousin in Albania.

No. You got the $ 100,000...

with the help of a friendly
neighborhood crooked A.T.M. machine.

I don't know about any
crooked friendly machines.

Well, your brother Alexi does.

We found his fingerprints
on this circuit board.

You know what's
interesting, Serge?

Is that the spyware that you
used to skim the A.T.M. codes...

is the same spyware that this
hacker used to skim passwords.

The same spyware that you
all got from the same person,

Corinne Kennedy.

I don't know him.
I don't know her.

So it's just a coincidence that
she took a header off her balcony...

the same day that you bought
two tickets to Costa Rica?

What tickets?

We found them on your brother's
desk. No, this is impossible.

I wanna talk to my lawyer.

[Alexi] Yes, we bought tickets
to Costa Rica for a vacation.

[Bishop] One-way tickets
for a one-way vacation?

Yes, we fly down, we
take a boat back. [Chuckles]

Well, you handled that question
much better than your brother did.

So, let's see how you handle this
one. This is from your bank account.

You deposited $ 100,000. Now that's the
same amount that was stolen from the A.T.M.

We found it in
your brother's office.

My brother? It's...
It's impossible.

Well, there's that word
again... Impossible.

This one knows about the
tickets but not the money.

This one knows about the
money but not the tickets.

These clowns can't
keep their stories straight.

They have access codes to
hundreds of bank accounts,

nearly two million dollars.

And they only take 100,000.
Barely covers their overhead.

Hmm. Now, 100,000 is just
enough to catch our attention.

Just enough to, um,
lead us to these two.

They've been set up.

So have we.

The A.T.M. brothers and Raymond
Chan all said the same thing.

They downloaded the
spyware from a hacker Web site,

which has now
disappeared into cyberspace.

Just to be on the safe side,
you have alibis for these guys?

The night Corinne was killed,

Raymond knocked
off work at 1 1:00.

His mother has him home by 12:00.
The brothers are each other's alibi.

In other words, any of
them could have done it.

Look, look, look, that's the point.
We're being danced around the ballroom.

The spyware, the card swiper,

the D.V.D.'s, it's smoke.
That threat was not smoke.

Maybe her head wasn't
impaled on a stick,

but Miss Kennedy
is dead all the same.

Her boss said that she was
hyper, that she was disoriented.

You said maybe her head
wasn't impaled on a stick.

She was spending
all that time on the Net.

And the false leads,

the planted software...

[Bishop] "Head on a
stick." [Computer Beeps]

"Head on a stick,"
"Blood Match Arena."

Blood Match.

[Roaring]

"In the arena, he with the
most heads on a stick wins."

Her call was about
a computer game?

Yeah. Well, she...

She might have been playing someone
online while she was talking to them.

I can't see her getting
killed over a computer game.

But it might be how she
met her killer. Another player.

Well, I mean, to go online,
you gotta go through a server.

It has to be a big enough computer to
allow several games to be played at once.

The log at her accounting firm,

they might have a record
of the one she called.

Our customers don't
use their real names.

They make up new
identities. Avatars...

Corinne was online two
Wednesdays ago, around 10:00 p.m.

Can you show us which
avatars were playing?

Wednesday, that
would be the 13th.

At 10:00, we had 55
people playing Blood Match.

"Dragonbyte,
Nuclear 72, Taliesin."

Does each player have a profile?

The customer chooses
a skin for their avatar.

Can we see the
skin for this one?

ShilohAmy. Amy Clarke.

She disguised herself
as a Confederate soldier,

so she could fight alongside her
husband during the Battle of Shiloh.

Corinne went to Ole Miss;
her father is a Civil War buff.

- [Man] This is ShilohAmy's skin.
- [Roars]

Yikes! This is how
she saw herself?

[Goren] Can you show us...

if ShilohAmy was playing
Friday, the night of the 15th?

That night she was
playing until 1 1:25.

When Corinne
was killed. For real.

Does the game record the
computer address of each player?

Well, yes. But you need to
hack the game code to get it.

The guys who designed Blood
Match made sure it was hack-proof.

Jody told me we
had cops visiting us.

They're saying a gamer
got killed by another gamer.

This is Jack Cadogan. He
designed the game with Mr. Colby.

They want access to
multiplayer network code.

You didn't agree
to this, did you?

Look, I know you're afraid
there's gonna be a witch hunt.

That Blood Match would get
blamed for inciting violence.

Well, we wouldn't be
the first ones. If it's not

the full moon or Twinkies,
it's computer games.

We gotta take a stand here.

This is Ashcroft snooping
around in libraries... A Ferrari?

You got a Ferrari?

A Maranello. I just got it.

I understand what you're saying.

You know, Blood
Match is just a game.

It's cathartic. You get a chance
to get out of your own skin.

Right. It's the best game
the world's ever seen.

But just a game.

You know, speaking of skin,

you haven't lost a lot of
weight lately, have you?

No, it's just you have some
loose skin under your neck.

How much did you lose?
Like around a hundred pounds?

1 10. Diet and exercise.

Jack has a lot to be proud of. I still
need you to look at the new polygons.

Our lawyer will get
back to you. Cadogan.

I heard that name in
Wales, but not here.

I think when most families
immigrated, they changed it to Cardigan.

I changed it back. I didn't like
being confused with a sweater.

Excuse me.

Taliesin.

If I were him, that'd
be the name I'd pick.

"Taliesin, a hero
of Welsh mythology.

A symbol of
transformation and rebirth."

Also the name of
an online player.

Then there's Jack Cardigan,
a.k.a. Jack Cadogan.

That's how he looked in his
D.M.V. photo two years ago.

A hundred and
ten pounds heavier.

Then his game became a
hit. He transformed himself.

A Taliesin. Maybe.

I'm online with the game server.

Corinne fought Taliesin in over 300
tournaments in the last four months.

We can watch a replay
of the game she played the

night she was killed. The
server keeps them in memory.

There she is.

Here are her opponents.

[Grunting] There's Taliesin.

He was online
with her that night.

So, Taliesin, Cadogan,
whatever his name is, has an alibi.

Next theory. Don't stop it.

[Grunting]

[Chuckles] That's gotta hurt.

Look how slow he is.
He's getting hit a lot.

The server said he was supposed
to be one of the best players.

- He wasn't on the top
of his game that night.
- [Computer] Loser.

We need an expert opinion.

Have you even looked
at the new wall polygons?

The shadow intensities are tracking with
the light source now. I'll check it later.

Jack, you're getting too
preoccupied. Remember Ginny?

And now with these online
gamers, they're unstable.

We gotta keep a distance
between us and them. [Groans]

Everything you need is here. Out
there is just un-engineered chaos.

Chaos is underrated, Neil.

[Computer] Welcome
to Blood Match Arena.

Five tournaments are in
progress. Join one now...

or recruit players
for a new one.

Taliesin was getting creamed.

He normally averages
96 frags per game.

That night he barely managed 23.

Whoa! Look at those gibs fly!

What could account
for his slow playing?

Could he have programmed some
kind of automatic pilot for his avatar?

- Sure, it's called a bot.
- You mean robot?

I mean a bot. It mimics a human
player. Gamers use them for practice.

Or to create alibis.

[Computer] That's gotta hurt.

While Corinne thought she
was playing Taliesin online,

he was ringing her doorbell.

A computer geek
who can clone himself.

Scary thought.

He used the bot to keep Corinne
pinned down at home on her computer.

That's assuming Cadogan
is this Taliesin character.

He has the technological chops
to pull it off, to create the spyware...

and the hacker Web site that
Raymond and the brothers accessed.

And if they downloaded
the spyware,

then he would have been able to set
them up as murder suspects. [Ringing]

Deakins.

Thank you, counselor.
I'll let 'em know.

That was Carver.

Blood Match Studios decided
not to challenge the subpoena.

BloodMatch Two, blasting
your way this summer.

- The sequel's already out?
- No.

We pushed back the
release date to Christmas.

I see that you're pulling a lot of
overnighters on that couch, but your...

Well, others aren't.

Maybe your partner...
It's different for me.

My wife works here.
Everything I need is here.

What about Friday night,
two weeks ago, was he out?

I don't know. I was
working with the door closed.

Here, you're in.

ShilohAmy.

Her address is the same as
Corinne's computer address.

And here is Taliesin's.

Jack played online.
That's normal.

He's testing the game.

Any way to check who else he
might have been playing with?

Uh, type "find," "slash,"

his I. P. address,
and then press "Enter."

Damn.

Something wrong?

Goofy monster behavior.

Um, the programmer who
writes the code for the imps,

every time they
jump over a puddle,

he has them take two skips with
the right foot and one with the left.

It's idiosyncratic.

Every programmer has
their own bit of inelegant code.

Their own signature.

Mm-hmm.

You find it beautiful.

The code, I mean.

I like it.

If it achieves what I want
in the cleanest way possible.

Neil, who is KillerBarbi?

She was Jack's regular
opponent up till four months ago.

Her I.P. address is the same as
the company's computer network.

KillerBarbi, that
was Ginny Carlotta.

Any idea why, uh,
they stopped playing?

I guess because
she quit the company.

It didn't have anything to do with
Jack. I quit because I got into Parsons.

But you and Jack spent a lot of time
playing Blood Match. You were close?

Well, yeah. Why?

The last girl Jack spent hours
playing with ended up dead.

You think Jack?

Jack's a teddy bear.

He was a big teddy bear when you
were working there. Did he do the chasing?

He was too shy for that.

The person who hired me, Jody, Neil's
wife, she saw that I had a minor in music.

She told me Jack was learning to
write music. She thought I could help.

Is that what he's like? When
he has an interest in something...

he dedicates himself
to it, like music?

Losing weight? He
made all this money.

And he wanted to, you
know, try new things,

open himself up,
drive around the world.

He sounds like a passionate
guy. Real passionate.

He thought games
can help people,

so he designed a game for
learning-disabled kids, like my brother.

That's what he's playing.

When you make
him jump and shoot,

he flips and shoots three times.

- Do you make him do that?
- No, he's programmed that way.

You said that Jack designed this
game. Did he program it too? Yes.

[Goren] Jump, flip, three shots.

It's Jack Cadogan's
signature move.

His character did it in every
game he fought against Corinne,

except the bot game.

Someone else programmed
that bot, not Jack.

Somebody else made the bot that was
supposed to be Jack's alibi. Mm-hmm.

An alibi that didn't hold up.

Maybe by design, someone
trying to throw the suspicion on Jack.

When we catch this guy, he's
gonna owe me a bottle of aspirin.

So far, we found when the, uh,
bot kills its opponent with a knife...

[Computer Squelching] it
strikes once in the neck, the thigh,

two to the chest.

One, one, two. [Zack]
Got ya, monkey brain.

It's in the Clan of
the Assassins level.

All the bad guys use the same
pattern of knife strikes. One, one, two.

Well, see if you can find the programmer
of that level. Maybe he left an Easter egg.

Let me look.

Programmers, they
sometimes leave, uh, surprises.

You know, their names,
pictures of their dogs.

Found it.

Abe McVee, one of the
founders of Blood Match.

Left the company just
after the game's release.

He filed a suit a year ago for
breach of their partnership agreement.

Here. Someone's
dragging him into court.

McVee v. McVee.

Family court.

He sounds like a sweetheart.

I said it would be
ready before Christmas.

Yes, everyone's in crunch mode,

even Jack.

He's grinding
harder than anyone.

I've got code to write.

Why don't you
tell them the truth?

He'll be back.

I've gotta work on
the wall polygons.

I saw them. They're
fine. I need to tweak them.

I'll be home later.

[Keyboarding]

When we formed the company,

Neil and Jack made two rules.

Anyone could be voted out at any time.
Once you're out, you lose all your shares.

Whose idea was
it to vote you out?

Neil's.

He said I wasn't working hard enough. I
was trying to hold my marriage together.

Jack, he didn't stand
up for you? I was floored.

Those guys were nothing until I
introduced them. They owed you.

Feelings of entitlement, you know,
they... they can justify bad behavior.

I was within my rights
to sue. I'm sure you were.

You did great work on the
game, like Clan of the Assassins.

The way they wield their knives.

One to the neck, one to
the thigh, two to the chest.

We didn't find any other game
character who behaved that way.

Well, we did find one.

See, this guy? That's a
bot of Jack's character.

Watch how he
stabs. [Keyboarding]

One, one, two.

That's just like your assassins.

Yeah, but I didn't program this.

We think you did to implicate
Jack in a murder. What?

- Why in the hell would I do that?
- Entitlement. They cheated you.

Look, one, one, two.

That's not true. Because
when Jack found out about

the lawsuit, he paid me
out of his own pocket.

I'm sure he did.

Boy, I bet your wife would
like to know about that, huh?

Because according to this paper, you're
20 grand short of your child support.

- No, I'm not.
- What's the matter? Your lawsuit
wasn't going well for you, huh?

So you had to hurt your family,
is that what it is? No, I told you...

Lashed out at Jack? Lashed
out at your wife? Jack paid me!

He didn't want
me to tell anyone.

He didn't want Neil to find out.

And my wife, that's all settled. Her
lawyer just hasn't filed the papers yet.

I'm telling you the
truth. Call my wife.

Uh...

Croydon.

[Door Opens]

Croydon. McVee
is another Croydon.

Who's Croydon? He
ran out on his wife.

Hitchens used him to
get at me. And the pattern,

one, one, two,
it's Wally Stevens.

I don't know who
you're talking about.

He was an actuary.
He had a pattern of five.

Five notes. Five... pins.

- Eames would've known.
- Wait. I'm not following.

What do you want
us to do with McVee?

We'll send him home.

And give him my apologies.

Neil.

It's Neil.

It's about yearning.

He misses his partner.

[Bishop] Jack never told
Neil he settled with McVee.

As far as Neil knew,
McVee still had a beef

with Jack. Making
him the perfect fall guy.

And somehow Mr. Colby tampered
with this bot to implicate Mr. McVee?

- Right.
- Bot's game has been sitting
in the server's memory all this time.

- Once Neil found out
who he was dealing with...
- Meaning you.

He could've hacked in,

reprogrammed the bot
to simulate McVee's work.

My assistant
checked with Westlaw.

Testimony from your
actuary, Walter Stevens's trial...

was downloaded last
week to a computer...

at a public library.

The testimony dealt
with your predilection...

for detecting obscure patterns.

Far as your predilection
for hounding deadbeat dads,

all anyone had to do was read
a couple of old newspapers.

I'll grant you the
how, but the why?

Neil might have been jealous of the
time Jack spent online with Corinne.

He killed her to drive his
partner back into his arms?

That's almost
juvenile. It's primitive.

Panic is a primitive emotion.

That's how he felt
without his partner.

Murder? Neil didn't tell me
you suspected Jack of murder.

Not surprising. Your husband offered up
a pretty vigorous defense of his partner.

He thinks the world of Jack.

Jack is very dependent on him. That's
why you wanted to pry Jack away from him.

Where did you get that
idea? Ginny Carlotta.

You saw she had a minor in music.
I don't know, she was cute and...

If Jack became
interested in her,

maybe he'd be less interested in
monopolizing your husband's time.

Neil's a hundred times
the programmer Jack is.

He was creating his own
games before he met Jack.

He doesn't need
Jack. He needs you.

Right? Maybe with
Jack out of the way,

that would become
more clear for him.

Uh, the Ginny Carlotta gambit,

that worked out well
for... for Jack, huh?

You know, new girlfriend
and new interests.

How'd that work out
for you? It's been fine.

Yeah? Good.

'Cause there's one coffee cup and one bowl.
He's not eating breakfast here anymore.

And I think he's working the same
amount of time as he was before...

But the new game
isn't getting done.

Well, maybe he
needs Jack after all.

He just thinks he does.

He's stuck on the code
for the wall polygons.

I keep telling him they're fine.

But unless Jack's around to tell him
something's good enough, he can't move on.

Because he's not there.

Because of, uh,
Ginny? Because of you?

[Scoffs] So is that
why you're here?

Listen to me. To
rub my nose in it?

No. I wanted to
ask you a question.

If you knew if he
ever ordered takeout...

from an Olympia Diner in Queens?

It would've been
the night of the 14th.

I don't know. Why?

We just have this,
uh, credit card charge.

The Olympia Diner is downstairs
from where the murdered girl works.

And, well, if, you know,

Jack had dinner with her
the night before she was killed,

that wouldn't
look good for Jack.

I'm sorry. I don't
know anything about it.

What credit card
charge from the Olympia?

Neil Colby's worst nightmare.

They have a receipt for the
night before that girl was killed.

No, I don't
believe it. I saw it.

He must have done it, Neil. You can't be
mixed up with him anymore. [Keyboarding]

Stop it. [Groans]
He's not coming back.

He's going to
jail. Get used to it.

But Miss Kennedy was
no longer working for

the accounting firm
then. She'd been fired.

Well, as far as Neil
knows, she was still working,

using the same computer that he
hacked into to plant the spyware.

The spyware that made it seem she's
part of the credit card fraud ring. Yes.

And now Neil might have
to do a little more hacking.

You see, um, he thinks...

that we have proof that,
uh, Jack was in the diner.

So now he has to create
evidence that Corinne wasn't.

So, we wait for him to
make his move, right?

That depends how comfortable
you are with having Jack arrested.

Neil has a-a big...

red panic button that really
needs to be pushed hard.

Maybe the problem is
this space. It's too big.

Do you remember the dump? I remember
picking cockroaches out of my keyboard.

But it was just you, me and McVee.
Things got done. You fired McVee.

Oh, look who's here.

You mind standing up,
Mr. Cadogan? You're

under arrest for the
murder of Corinne Kennedy.

Who? You'd know
her as ShilohAmy.

Amy's dead? I don't know anything
about this. I never even met her.

Neil didn't tell you we
suspected you? You knew?

I didn't tell you because it was a
distraction. There's nothing to it.

Nothing? I'm being arrested!

[Man] Docket number 7247,

People versus Jack Cadogan,
second degree murder.

- [Mouthing Words]
- Mr. Carver,
are the People ready to proceed?

Yes, Your Honor. At this
time the People are dismissing

the murder charge against
Mr. Cadogan, sua sponte.

[Judge Reisman] Mr. Cadogan,
you are free to go. [Gavel Raps]

I don't know if we're out of
the woods yet. I'll call you.

You okay? What happened
in there? The cops messed up.

They thought I met up with the dead
girl, but they found out she was working.

So everything's cool?
We can get back to work.

Look, Neil, I'm not
sure. Not sure of what?

They made a mistake. The mistake's
been corrected. You move on.

That's what I'm doing.

Thanks for coming, Jody.

You can't. I caught your back.
What are you talking about?

You just owe me.

[Chuckles] Well, that's not
much of an answer, Neil.

Uh, you need a few days.

I get it.

Um, I'll call you next week.

Well, that might be a little difficult
getting reception in the German Alps.

Especially going
150 miles an hour.

[Neil] What is he saying?

AirCar Transport.

Jack's having his Ferrari
flown to Munich this weekend.

Yep, going on a road trip.

I was going to tell you.

How long you plan on being gone?

Two months.

Jack,

isn't that what you
told the AirCar people?

It's just, you know,

driving a car on a
monitor... Uh, computers...

Is different than the Autobahn.

And a real girl, you know,

quivering like pudding
next to you in the seat...

I've gotta do this, Neil. I'm driving all
the way to Italy. And then, who knows?

- It's something you should
think of doing.
- You can't.

We'll never get the game done. We
have... We've got to deliver the game.

Don't spoil it for him, Neil. Come
on. This is his coming-out party.

What he's been building up to
ever since Ginny floated into his life.

[Goren] You know,
if it wasn't for her,

you know, he'd still be
the overweight geek...

spending his every waking
moment with his best buddy.

She split the two of you apart.

[Chuckling]

No, it's like Yoko.

[Scoffs]

No, no, it is. With, uh...
With, uh, Paul and John. Ah.

Dude, she... she was an airhead.

Hiring her, it was a mistake.

There was no
mistake. Ask your wife.

I mean, there's your Yoko.

Neil, I thought I could
be for you what Jack was.

You have no idea what you did.

Neil, don't be so hard on her.

Come on.

Yoko, no Yoko, John was
on his way out, just like Jack.

But you weren't
ready to let go...

because, you know,
you remembered...

the first time that you
designed a game on your own.

Let me just read the reviews.

I have them. Uh...
"Duller than Pong."

"A game only a
robot would love."

"Neil Colby's game has the
moves, but not the heart...

of a great game."

Hey, come on.
Leave the guy alone.

[Goren] You were stuck. Right?

All the beautiful
code that you wrote...

I don't know, it meant nothing
unless Jack said it meant something.

Because he's your only audience.

He's the only opinion...

that you've ever trusted.

You're overstating it.

You needed Jack back, you know.

Cleanest way possible.

Eliminate the distraction
that kept him from his work.

ShilohAmy.

No. You people are insane
if you think I killed that girl.

Killed her and wrapped her up in a
nice little story about credit card fraud.

Oh, yeah. He-He did all this
to get you back in the fold.

Can you imagine the panic...

when we started
closing in on you?

He sent us chasing
after Abe McVee.

Neil, it's not true, is it?

First they blame Jack, and then
they go after McVee, and now me?

You're all over the place.
Let's get out of here.

Jack had a question that
you haven't answered...

How you caught his back.

I meant at work. No, you didn't.

You want us to tell
him what you meant?

These logs from
Corinne's work computer...

show she was at work when she was supposed
to be at the Olympia Diner with you.

I was never at that
diner. [Goren] I know that.

But we... we told
Jody that you were.

Corinne was never at work
that night. She'd been fired.

But now, miraculously, the
log says that she was at work.

Because some good Samaritan...

hacked into the accounting firm's
computer last night and altered the log.

But this time we watched.

All I did was
change the record...

to protect Jack.

I thought you
were going to jail.

[Goren] It's not
what you did, Neil.

It's how you did it.

You hacked in using
the same back door...

the killer used to put the
spyware on Corinne's computer,

except this time, instead of
spending two days hacking passwords,

you did it on the first try.

Oh, my God, Neil.

I didn't kill his
damn girlfriend.

Girlfriend?

She's not your
girlfriend, is she, Jack?

I told you. I never met her.

I didn't even know her name.

She was just a gamer.

Just a gamer?

Your partner let a gamer
come between the two of you.

If my partner was
putting me through that,

abandoning me,
leaving me vulnerable,

impotent, for a nobody...

That's unforgivable.

Geez, dude, what
the hell did you do?

You bastard. I was
looking out for us.

And she was just a gamer?

We've got millions of gamers.

There's only one us.

I should have
killed you instead.

Come on, Neil.

You're under arrest.

I didn't see it.

Neil and... Me and Neil, we just,
uh... We wanted to make a cool game.

They ended up with a game that neither
of them can play. [Cell Phone Ringing]

Seven pounds, eight
ounces. Excellent.

It's great. You...
You should call her.

I'll handle the booking.

[Howling]