Law & Order: Criminal Intent (2001–2011): Season 3, Episode 2 - Gemini - full transcript
A string of murder victims that include an optician, plastic surgeon, and hair stylist seems to have racial overtones.
[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.
I can't believe what I'm seeing.
It looks like I
was born with it.
Arnie, is this as
blue as they come?
Any bluer, you'd look like you escaped
from the Marilyn Manson tour. [Chuckles]
So how do you like the new you?
Finally.
Wait! Come on.
[Sighs] My only obligation is to give you
that. I don't actually have to talk to you.
Well, I have something for you.
- What's this?
- Hold on to it.
You'll know when to open it.
Excuse me, sir. Please don't
mark up the library books.
I'm sorry. I...
Just don't do it again.
We're closing now.
Well, at least with you,
people know where they stand.
Really, and why is that?
With your dark skin, your
full lips, your natural hair.
You're from the
other side of the ring.
I just wanna get
rid of the bump.
It's been broken a couple of
times, and I'm tired of looking at it.
[Knocking] Excuse me.
There's so many people. All of a
sudden, there's so many people.
The market's just closed.
Okay, angel, I have appointments.
This looks like too much.
That might be it for a while.
Don't let 'em change
you. Promise me.
Why fix what's not broken?
[Kiss]
Mrs. Paulsen said she'd be in early
this morning to pick up her glasses.
Make sure that prescription's right this
time. [Scoffs] Whatever you say, Arnie.
Stupid lab. Arnie,
those idiots did it again.
Mother of God. Arnie?
Help! Help! Call the
police! They shot him!
Eyeglass store. Clerk shot
in the face with a nine-mil.
Everything's the same
as in Sunset Park.
Sunset Park was written up as a
robbery attempt. Anything taken here?
No. Well, maybe they saw
him in the back and got spooked.
It's a theory. Thanks.
Uh, he was cleaning
frames over here.
For some reason, he
stopped and came over here.
Uh, the entrance wound
is just below his eye.
The exit wound is at
the base of the skull.
The killer shot down.
Arnie was looking up.
Maybe he was looking
through this drawer.
Travel cases, cleaning
solution, contact lenses.
Excuse me. In the mornings,
he straightens up out here,
you went in the back?
Every morning for two years.
Killer must have
had front-row seats.
Couple of doorways
there. Pay phone.
Not too many coops for a stakeout.
Another eyeglass store there.
This one here, you can see
right in. Anybody walking by.
That one over there, you
can't even see in the store.
It's a better
candidate for a holdup.
Then why didn't they hold it up?
I heard it was Arnie. It's awful, two
stores in a week. Who's doing this?
We're not sure. You work
here alone? In the mornings.
My wife comes in after 12:00.
Expensive frames.
Same as across the street.
Well, maybe the same price range,
but our selection's entirely different.
No contacts. You don't
carry contact lenses.
Profit margin's too small.
Excuse me. [Phone Rings]
You could throw a
disco party in this place,
and no one passing
by would even notice.
This is the better target. Well, it
depends on what the killer's after.
We need to take another look at
the killer's first target in Sunset Park.
Thursdays I'm in business school,
so Dad was in the store alone.
Fifteen years in the same location,
wiped out like that. [Snaps Fingers]
- Um, was this ad always there?
- Yeah.
Dad didn't like shoving
ads in the customers' faces.
The day he was shot, it was on
the counter here next to his body.
I must've moved it
back after we cleaned up.
There's no blood spatter on it. The way
he was shot, there should've been blood.
Or the ad was moved to the
counter after he was killed...
[Exhales] where
we wouldn't miss it.
The same as the other store.
He's trying to make a point. "Make
your brown eyes blue, VisionStyle."
Those are all the letters we've received
since we launched our ad campaign.
Well, someone's curious if you
made blue contacts for Marilyn Monroe.
We didn't. But it goes to show
we enjoy a good reputation.
That's why it's premature to
link these murders to VisionStyle.
It's just a theory.
But if our retailers buy
into your theory that
carrying our products
can get them killed...
We get it. You sank a lot of
money into your campaign.
Your company's
struggling. You had layoffs.
Anybody do exit
interviews with these
employees before you
put 'em out on the street?
No. But they know the
layoffs are temporary.
Uh, here's one citizen who hopes
to make your problems permanent.
"Any company that
promotes the belief that
blue eyes are superior
to other eye colors...
"deserves to join the slave
trader and shackle maker...
on the junk heap
of racist profiteers."
This is the slow time now,
but later, I get very busy.
I'm always the last one
here in the evenings.
It's terrible what they make you do.
These chemicals, they're not good for you.
That's why I always wear gloves.
Now, let's take a look.
So, you like it? It's a new you.
A new me.
Do you think VisionStyle's turning
them all into Barbies and Kens?
I'm not paranoid, Detective.
But you know as a biologist
of certain traits like blue eyes...
become perceived as socially
advantageous, then most...
Then those are the traits
that become dominant.
Especially when parents can
choose their unborn child's eye color.
We see your point, Mr. Campbell.
And this message... you're taking
it to people in your community?
Yes. To my students
and local business groups.
Right here is the battleground. Right,
not the Upper East Side or Sunset Park.
[Cell Phone Rings] Excuse me.
You know, I find animal
behavior... It's fascinating.
I was reading about these bees who
disguise themselves as other bees.
Like the Cape honeybee...
takes on the physical
characteristics of the African bee...
and sneaks into the
African hive, lays eggs,
and then eventually
destroys that hive.
It's called aggressive mimicry.
It's enough to make a bee paranoid.
We've got another one.
The cleaning staff found him this morning.
The M.O.'s the same as your other two,
so we thought
you'd wanna pile on.
One shot to the
face with a nine-mil.
Dr. Frederick Mishra,
plastic surgeon.
Looks like he's gonna need a
little reconstructive surgery himself.
Facial reconstruction.
Chin tucks.
Face lifts.
The killer pulled
all these down,
but only left the rhinoplasties.
Nose jobs. I'm seeing a theme.
Dr. Mishra always stayed late,
but I always lock the doors to
the waiting room when I leave.
Oh, it's this way. Patients
are always getting lost.
- What's that door for?
- The outside hallway and the elevators.
It's the staff exit. It's always
locked from the outside.
[Eames] The doctor advertises a lot.
He ever get any unusual calls or threats?
No. Nothing I ever heard
of. That's a slow-closing door.
So this is the stairwell.
He was in here.
He waited and he watched...
until the last
person, uh, left...
to catch the elevator.
He got here before
the door closed.
Went in, found the
doctor... Didn't get lost.
He knew his way
around. Excuse me.
We need a list of your
patients for the last two months.
The first eyewear store was in a
predominately Hispanic neighborhood.
The second one was two
blocks from the synagogue.
And many of Dr. Mishra's
patients are Jewish teenage girls.
So our shooter's a racist who's
worried people are changing their looks.
Why? So they can
infiltrate the Klan?
Or he might feel threatened by people
he thinks are masking their true identity.
Besides women and young
girls, what are our pickings?
Uh, mostly middle-aged guys
getting chin tucks and eye lifts.
This one here had his credit
card declined. John Webb.
Broke his nose in a
bar fight 20 years ago.
Twenty years is a long time
to wait to fix a broken nose.
Unless he developed breathing problems.
Then he would have seen an E.N.T. first.
Which he didn't. There's no referral.
He just walked in off the street.
He used a bum credit card.
Check with the card company.
Maybe somebody at the doctor's
office can help you with a sketch.
I've had five men in here
yesterday who looked like him.
Is this the only sketch
you have? Sorry.
He used a credit card that was reported
stolen from a knapsack here two weeks ago.
Uh, he would've been
reading about racial theories,
animal behavior. Oh,
yes. The ring man.
I caught him marking
up a book last week.
Can you show us the book? Yeah.
You called him the "ring man."
He said because I'm black I'm
from the other side of the ring.
I thought I was being insulted until I
looked at the book he was reading.
It was a biology text. It
mentioned ring species?
It's like birds of the same
species who evolve differently...
because they migrate in opposite
directions around the world.
Yes. What he's saying is
that racial differences are,
uh, evolutionary adaptations
for different environments.
What else did he tell you? He said at
least with me people knew where they stood.
Just point to them, please. Survival
Strategies and Endless Struggle.
Mm, this is nice. Charles
Darwin as a serial killer.
Yeah, his comment about
knowing where he stood...
He feels like he's
surrounded by...
Surrounded by fakes.
That the world is out of order.
That's paranoid delusion.
Here, near the paragraph
on aggressive mimicry.
"N.J.B. is first."
N.J.B.
There was a letter to
VisionStyle about her.
"Please confirm that your company supplied
blue contact lenses to Norma Jean Baker.
"You should take credit
for helping turn her into
the icon of female beauty
named Marilyn Monroe...
"and inspiring millions of women the
world over to alter their appearance.
Please post your
reply on your Web site."
He considers Marilyn
Monroe a prototype.
An average brunette turned by
cosmeticians and plastic surgeons...
into the first fake,
blue-eyed blonde.
She's the vanguard
of the master plan to
pollute the gene pool
of the pure white race.
Well, that's the thing.
There's nothing overtly
racist in the notes
he made in the books.
No return address. No
fingerprints. How about the books?
No usable prints, but the
librarian improved our sketch.
If this guy's just getting
warmed up, we need to go public.
I'll need a check for
Natalia's karate lesson.
I already wrote it
out. It's on the counter.
Oh. You're always one
step ahead of me, sweetie.
Did Charlie talk
to you about Mom?
It's all taken care of.
[Woman Reporter] Police
now have new information
about the possible
suspect in recent killings...
which they've described
as a "mini spree."
The murders include
the shooting deaths of a
plastic surgeon and
two eyeglass store clerks.
He is described as in his '30s,
medium height, with graying hair.
Police say he may have a
history of psychiatric problems...
and an obsession with
actress Marilyn Monroe.
Anyone with information is asked to contact
police at the number on your screen.
In international news,
Israeli... [TV Clicks Off]
Is that it? It came
in this morning.
U.S. mail overnight,
from uptown. No prints.
"Marilyn Monroe:
Fake Aryan
Cosmetics Conspiracy."
Yeah, he's establishing his bona
fides, so we know that it's him.
Oh, terrific. "It will
soon be time to take my
campaign to the heart of
the dirty Jew conspiracy.
To the home of fake
Aryans, to Hollywood."
There's your
overtly racist rhetoric.
The important part
is the last paragraph.
"Before I leave, I will make one
more strike against the conspiracy.
I will kill the bitch who
Aryanized the mayor's girlfriend."
So he's done the blue eyes.
He's got the surgical enhancement.
There's only one
thing left. Blonde hair.
The mayor's girlfriend
wasn't born a blonde.
He's going after
her hair colorist.
When the staff came in this
morning, this is what they found.
I would've been here
last night working, but
I had to stay in
Washington an extra day.
It might've been the man we
told you about on the phone.
- Do you recognize him?
- Yes.
He was here last Tuesday.
He had me dye his hair blond.
He knew you worked late? Yes.
We talked about my schedule.
What else did you talk
about? The coloring process.
He was worried for me
because of the chemicals.
He was very nice.
There was something
sweet about him, like a child.
How did he get the
appointment with you?
I only take new
clients on referral.
We'll need the name of
the person who referred him.
So he mailed the letter yesterday,
warning us about his next move.
Makes his move last night
before we even got the letter.
Why bother warning us?
The letter was angry
and hateful, racist.
She describes him as
being considerate, pleasant...
Sweet. Sweet.
Our shooter didn't write that
letter. Great, another nut in the mix.
Miss, if you could just look
at our little drawing here.?
Do-Do you know him?
One of my male friends needed a hair
colorist, and I referred him to Parveen.
So what'd this guy do?
He shot three people...
point-blank in the face, and then he
broke into a hair salon to shoot Parveen.
No. This isn't the
guy. [Heavy Sigh]
Well, this guy, did he ever talk about
people changing their appearance?
Changing their hair, their eyes.
Trying to look like Marilyn Monroe.
Yeah, he said everybody
was starting to look alike.
He said people were starting
to lose the beauty God gave 'em.
That's why he likes
you. You're natural.
I guess. Yeah.
All we ever did was talk and
hold hands. That's what he paid for.
These killings, they
don't sound like him.
He wrote us a letter.
"It will soon be time to make my campaign
to the heart of the dirty Jew conspiracy.
To the home of the fake
Aryans, to Hollywood."
Uh, I didn't know that
he thought things like this.
He was always so decent with me.
We need to find him.
What's his name?
Brent. I don't know the rest.
The last time I saw him
was a couple of weeks ago.
And when he gave you the
money, where did he get it?
From a Bankers Trust building.
We went up to an accounting office.
I'm really terrible
with faces. Hmm.
Well, your receptionist,
on the other hand, is terrific.
She remembers him. She
remembers the young lady
he came in with and that
he asked for you by name.
Think hard, Mr. Anderson.
Okay. Now I remember.
It was an I.R.S. matter. He was a
messenger. He came for some documents.
What kind of I.R.S. matter?
Our firm's been contracted
by the I.R.S. to, uh,
investigate individuals
hiding foreign income.
Is that why you have
these books here?
Tax codes for
Belize, the Caymans?
Anyway, I don't know what
messenger service the I.R.S. uses.
- I'll have someone call you.
- You don't have an extra
manilla folder, do you?
We got a letter from the
man in that sketch, from Brent.
It was filled with
sick, anti-Semitic stuff.
- The world's filled with bad people.
- If you could just put the sketch
in the folder for me, it'd be great.
Do you mind my asking? Why
do you need a manilla folder?
To preserve your fingerprints.
You see, we don't think Brent
wrote that letter, so we're looking to...
match a fingerprint we found on
the envelope the letter came in.
We think the person
that wrote the letter was
trying to throw us
off the killer's trail.
Didn't wanna hurt him. Didn't
want anybody else to get hurt.
So he sent us a hint about
the next victim. Saved a life.
You know, people who write letters
like that are usually family members...
Fathers, brothers.
[Sharp Exhale]
Brent has problems.
He, uh, took a lot of
drugs when he was young.
- I, uh, I try...
- We know how it is
with brothers, Mr. Anderson.
You wanna tell us about
the money you give him?
Uh, it's a trust set
up by our parents.
I give him a check every month to
deposit. He can only withdraw $200 a day.
- How can we find him?
- I don't know. He, uh, calls me
when he needs something.
So do you have his
last bank statement?
It's gonna be bad
when you catch him.
It's gonna be a lot of publicity.
Reporters crawling all over me.
I'd count on it.
He uses A.T.M.s all over the
city. We can't cover every base.
And if we turn off
the tap, he'll run.
Well, maybe we only
need to turn it halfway.
How do you think your brother
would react to being shortchanged?
[Forced Chuckle] He'd
make a stink. He's a screwup.
He's always been a screwup.
I have an account here, but I tried to
get $200 from an A. T. M. in Brooklyn,
but it-it only gave
me a hundred dollars.
And when I called, they said I
had to come in and talk to you...
Oh, I know all about
the problem. Have a seat.
I'll need your
card and some I.D.
Could you take off
your sunglasses?
This says you have brown eyes.
I'm wearing contacts,
and this isn't my hair.
I'm conducting an experiment.
Oh, you're a scientist.
Well, I'll need you
to fill out this form.
[Grunts] You're
under arrest, Brent.
Your nurse and your
librarian pooched the lineup.
You have no murder
weapon. Not one crumb of
physical evidence tying
him to the crime scene.
Even his brother
thinks he's good for it.
No. Spencer loves me.
He wouldn't say that.
Brent, let me do the
talking. Right, right.
Let's talk about this
letter to VisionStyle
about Marilyn Monroe.
You did write this, right?
He's not answering
that. [Laughs]
Come on. You're no fun. Look
at him. He's peeing himself...
to tell us about this fake
Aryan cosmetic conspiracy.
I mean, aren't you,
Brent? Don't answer him.
Soon they're gonna be
able to transplant faces.
They'll be able to do plastic surgery
to babies that are still in the womb.
Wh-What do you think about that?
Don't answer. The interview's over.
He's right. Don't answer.
You talk about this
fake Aryan conspiracy,
but you're the only
one that's hair's dyed...
and you're wearing
tinted lenses.
You've become what you
dread. Maybe you're being used?
Maybe your murders are servicing the
conspiracy, and you don't even know it.
You-You should think about that.
The lawyer said they have
no evidence against you,
and you don't have to
worry about that notebook.
Spence, I can't stop thinking
about what that cop said.
I think I need to tell the
truth. You're not doing
anything except for
what your lawyer tells you.
Betty is beside herself.
We got reporters camping outside. You
have no idea what this has done to me.
After all the years I've been
there for you. I know. I know.
You always had my back. Your
lawyer thinks we can get you out of this.
- But I need your help.
- How?
There's something you
left out there. Hidden.
You know what I mean.
I'm gonna take care of
everything, Brent. Just like always.
You said so yourself. You have no physical
evidence this person is the shooter.
We have his statements and the
Marilyn Monroe letter you received.
That supports our theory
he was targeting your product.
We're not going to let you parade
your cockamamy theory before the public.
Look, if you're worried
that your retailers...
are going to be afraid
to carry your contact
lenses, we have your
shooter in custody.
According to you. We
need someone to testify...
they actually opened this letter,
or we can't use it as evidence.
And you can't connect
VisionStyle to the shootings.
We'll make a good faith
effort to find the person.
[Phone Rings]
Carver here. Yes, hold on.
Your partner.
[Police Radio Chatter]
The owner was closing up.
Two shots to the head from behind. We
have two shell casings, nine-millimeter.
And there's that.
The M.O.'s not quite
right, but it's in the ballpark.
The twisted tango
of brotherly love.
How can you think he's hiding evidence when
he's the one who helped you catch Brent?
Well, maybe it was that phony letter
he wrote to put us off Brent's trail.
The last time Brent was
here was six years ago.
You're not gonna find
anything of his here.
Six years is a long time not to
have Uncle Brent over for dinner.
Spencer doesn't want
him around the kids.
Spencer still takes care of
his brother though, doesn't he?
He made a promise
to his parents.
Spencer's very conscientious
about his obligations.
Sounds like there's more obligation
than love between those two.
Brent's caused Spencer a
lot of grief over the years.
He spends a lot of
time in here, huh?
He's got all this reading material,
tax and accounting related.
So what's this problem
that Brent caused?
Spencer's had to bail
him out of jail at all hours.
Brent's even kept him
from getting promoted.
How'd he managed
that? I don't know.
But for the longest time,
Spencer blamed him.
You have any idea what this
stuff is for? Cotton, chamomile tea,
food coloring, earplugs.
I don't know who put that there. Maybe
one of the kids for a science project.
We're done.
I'd sure like to see that
science project. Thank you.
[Deakins] You're talking
about an accountant.
Who had a sealed
juvie record in Jersey.
He got it expunged a few years
ago, but it gave him problems at work.
He couldn't get bonded. We're
working on getting the details.
Okay. So he finds out from
Brent where he hid the gun.
Then he commits a copycat murder
to clear him? This is some brother.
We're not so sure Spencer
loves Brent all that much.
We might not be the
ones he's trying to fool.
He used the same gun,
but he botched the M.O.
The other victims were shot point-blank
in the face inside their place of business.
This one, was shot twice
from the back outside.
So if he's not trying to clear
his brother, what's his point?
It's a travel kit.
Um, money. His point is money.
My colleagues at the S. E. C. tell me
you just refiled your quarterly earnings...
to show an additional
loss of $5 million?
Where'd that money go? You're
chasing moonbeams, Mr. Carver.
You doubted that
Brent Anderson was the
killer even before the
last victim was shot.
- What are we supposed to think?
- I'm ordering
an examination of your books.
I'll find the $5 million. Then I'm charging
you with criminally negligent homicide.
We did receive an
extortion demand...
after the sketch of the suspect
was released to the press.
They asked for $5 million or they'd
send a manifesto to the media...
saying they were targeting
retailers of our products.
The effect on the
company would have been
devastating. We had to
think of our employees.
Yes, I'm sure they were foremost in
your thoughts. What happened then?
When you arrested Brent
Anderson, we received another
communication, saying the
police had the wrong man.
We weren't sure what to do, and
then another retailer was killed.
- Then you paid.
- Yes.
We had a security firm track
the money to the Caribbean.
It was dispersed among several
accounts in the Caymans and Belize, and...
then we ran into a brick wall.
The brick wall was probably the I.R.S.
investigation that Spencer was working on.
Mm-hmm. He must've
sprinkled the five million...
among the accounts
frozen by the I.R.S.
And only he knows which account
the money's in and how to retrieve it.
Can't do it from here,
you gotta go there.
Guys, can you get
off the walk, please?
Please. We're late.
[Engine Starting]
I thought I told you people
to stay off my property.
Didn't you people hear me? Did
you hear us? You're under arrest.
What are you doing? Don't think
you're gonna make that flight to Houston.
Or the nice drive across
the Mexican border.
Spencer Anderson covered his tracks like
a pro. We can't connect him to anything.
Brent told him where the gun
was. Brent can put him in jail.
Brent, who's convinced his brother loves
him. I just received his psych evaluation.
Paranoid schizophrenia
exacerbated by drug abuse.
The juvenile records came in
from New Jersey. Two of them.
One for Spencer Anderson,
and one for Brent Anderson.
Y-You know I find paranoid
schizophrenics make excellent witnesses.
[Chuckles]
You're conferring transactional
immunity to my client?
For anything he
agrees to testify to.
In return, I'd offer him a plea of not
guilty by reason of mental disease.
Whatever happens, he's covered.
Uh, I don't have a disease.
It's all good,
Brent. Don't worry.
But we're still not conceding he
had anything to do with the shootings.
That's fine. We just
want his testimony.
By the way, his
immunity starts now.
[Door Opens]
Why's my brother here? What crazy
stuff has he been saying to them?
Oh, it's all good, Spence.
I didn't let you down.
Mr. Carver, if this is one of those dog
and pony shows, we're not interested.
We were about to review our
evidence against your client.
See what insights
his brother has to offer.
You never know what kind of crazy
stuff might come out of Brent's mouth.
I wanna stay. I wanna hear this.
All right. Come on.
First thing you should
know, Brent, when we picked
up your brother, he was
on his way to the airport...
to catch a plane to Houston.
For business. It
was only for the day.
It's true. He was
traveling light.
You a big chamomile tea drinker, Spence?
I drink it on the plane. It relaxes me.
The earplugs help me sleep.
And the food coloring, is that to make
the airplane food more appetizing?
What do you think, Brent?
Here, we found this stuff.
Could you guess what
he was really doing with it?
I don't think many people could.
The chamomile tea, I mean, I
hear you can lighten your hair with it,
and the earplugs, well,
you stuff 'em in your nose,
it would make your nose
wider, same with the cotton.
Or pack your cheeks
with it, change your jawline.
And there's the cold
cream and the food coloring.
Well, look at that.
It did. It made my hands darker.
I know Spence. My
brother's not a fake.
He wouldn't change his
looks. He did it to blend in.
He was running away to the
Caribbean. Do you know why?
To collect the money that
VisionStyle was paying him.
[Carver] Five million
dollars, Mr. Anderson.
Here's the bank documents showing the
wire transfers from VisionStyle's accounts.
VisionStyle was trying to make
it look like an extortion attempt.
But we know what
was really going on.
- He was being paid to betray you.
- Brent, they're messing with
your head.
See for yourself.
Here's a letter he wrote.
He wanted us to
believe you wrote it.
This isn't me. I
like Jewish people.
I like all kinds of people. He wrote
the letter to twist your message.
For God's sake, Brent. I
wrote that to protect you.
To protect him?
How do you think we found out about
your bank and your A.T.M.? He sold you out.
Everything you ever
told him in confidence.
All your secrets,
he used against you.
Even the gun.
You told him where
the gun was, didn't you?
Brent. [Attorney] You're going to
let your client incriminate himself?
His client has immunity.
Oh, geez. [Sharp Inhale]
Spencer, we need to talk.
You told him where you hid
the gun, right, Brent? Brent.
You're my brother. I've never
done anything to hurt you.
He's not one of them.
He takes care of me.
Has he? What about 23 years ago?
What night was that?
[Eames] Oh, February 1 7... A
convenience store in Trenton?
One of you knocked out
the clerk with a tire iron.
You made off with three cases
of beer and a carton of smokes.
How'd you get mixed
up in that, Spencer?
I mean, Brent I
understand. He...
He already... well, had priors for
drugs and vandalism. He was 15.
You were 17?
You hadn't been in any trouble. I don't
see what this has to do with anything.
You know, I have a big brother.
My brother was a straight arrow.
I was always trying to get him to
loosen up, always bugging him about it.
Drove him crazy,
because he couldn't loosen up.
Because my father
never gave him any slack.
Same situation with
you and Spence?
You were always trying to stop
him from being so afraid all the time.
I think he got
sick of hearing it.
So that night, he decided to
show you that he wasn't afraid.
Decided to stop for beer and
before you knew what was going on,
he was hitting that
clerk with the tire iron.
- Isn't that right, Brent?
- It's what you told the police.
It's right here in
your juvenile record.
Yeah, I had to tell them the
truth. We both told the truth.
Then why did Spencer
only get probation, and
you got three years
in juvenile detention?
[Scoffs] They didn't believe us.
They thought it was all my idea
and that Spencer was protecting me.
Well, I have Spencer's
juvenile file right
here. You wanna hear
what he told the police?
- My file was expunged.
- Expunged doesn't mean vaporized.
[Goren] This is how your
brother took care of you.
"I was looking at the
magazines when I heard a noise.
"I looked up. I saw Brent standing over
the clerk with the tire iron, hitting him.
"He had that crazy look he gets
when he's stoned, just like a rabid dog.
Brent's just a bad kid who just wants to
get high and make trouble for my parents."
You told the truth, he didn't.
- He put it all on you.
- Brent, now, you remember...
I was going to college;
my life was on track.
- And you, you weren't going anywhere.
- Oh, Spence. Come on. Don't say that.
No. He means every word of it.
You... You did the time for a crime
that he committed... three years.
You never recovered. Did ya?
Just got sicker and sicker.
That's his own fault. He
made himself that way.
Yeah. Yeah, he made himself
a paranoid schizophrenic.
[Scoffs] He's not.
Would you like to read
the doctor's report?
No, he doesn't wanna see that because
he never really cared, did you, Spence?
Because if he was sick,
well, then, you might
have actually had to
do something about it.
But if it was drugs,
well, that was easy. You
wouldn't have to lift a
finger. Not if it was drugs.
Spencer helps me.
He takes care of me.
Yeah, he helps you. Pays you
once a month to stay away from him...
and his family.
Until everything changed
when he saw the sketch on TV.
Because you knew that the press
would be crawling all over you and Brent.
That they would see what a
terrible brother that you'd been.
They would see the
blood on your hands,
as much as it is on Brent's.
You saw the weight falling
on you, and you had to run.
That's your brother,
man. He's sick.
You should've helped
him, but you used him.
Used him to get five million
bucks to get out of Dodge.
That's why he needed your gun.
After we arrested you,
it was only a matter of
time before we found
out about his extortion.
You had to play out
your hand, didn't you?
You had to do one more murder.
Do you see where you
stand with him now?
He ran out on you. He
left you in your own mess.
Oh, Spence. That's
not what you told me.
Brent. You do this to me...
He said I had to tell
him where I hid the gun.
He'd get rid of it before
the police found it.
Shut up.
None of this is true. You
said so yourself, he's crazy.
Yeah, he may be
crazy. But you're evil.
Come on, Spence. Don't be angry.
Will you just shut up! Mom and
Dad should have left you in Spofford.
And that other place? That
rehab? They should have
left you there too. Why
didn't you crawl away and die?
Why did you have to ruin my
life? I never wanted you. I didn't...
It'll be okay, Spence.
I'm still your brother.
The tango just goes on.
[Howling]
York City's war on crime,
the worst criminal offenders are pursued
by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.
These are their stories.
I can't believe what I'm seeing.
It looks like I
was born with it.
Arnie, is this as
blue as they come?
Any bluer, you'd look like you escaped
from the Marilyn Manson tour. [Chuckles]
So how do you like the new you?
Finally.
Wait! Come on.
[Sighs] My only obligation is to give you
that. I don't actually have to talk to you.
Well, I have something for you.
- What's this?
- Hold on to it.
You'll know when to open it.
Excuse me, sir. Please don't
mark up the library books.
I'm sorry. I...
Just don't do it again.
We're closing now.
Well, at least with you,
people know where they stand.
Really, and why is that?
With your dark skin, your
full lips, your natural hair.
You're from the
other side of the ring.
I just wanna get
rid of the bump.
It's been broken a couple of
times, and I'm tired of looking at it.
[Knocking] Excuse me.
There's so many people. All of a
sudden, there's so many people.
The market's just closed.
Okay, angel, I have appointments.
This looks like too much.
That might be it for a while.
Don't let 'em change
you. Promise me.
Why fix what's not broken?
[Kiss]
Mrs. Paulsen said she'd be in early
this morning to pick up her glasses.
Make sure that prescription's right this
time. [Scoffs] Whatever you say, Arnie.
Stupid lab. Arnie,
those idiots did it again.
Mother of God. Arnie?
Help! Help! Call the
police! They shot him!
Eyeglass store. Clerk shot
in the face with a nine-mil.
Everything's the same
as in Sunset Park.
Sunset Park was written up as a
robbery attempt. Anything taken here?
No. Well, maybe they saw
him in the back and got spooked.
It's a theory. Thanks.
Uh, he was cleaning
frames over here.
For some reason, he
stopped and came over here.
Uh, the entrance wound
is just below his eye.
The exit wound is at
the base of the skull.
The killer shot down.
Arnie was looking up.
Maybe he was looking
through this drawer.
Travel cases, cleaning
solution, contact lenses.
Excuse me. In the mornings,
he straightens up out here,
you went in the back?
Every morning for two years.
Killer must have
had front-row seats.
Couple of doorways
there. Pay phone.
Not too many coops for a stakeout.
Another eyeglass store there.
This one here, you can see
right in. Anybody walking by.
That one over there, you
can't even see in the store.
It's a better
candidate for a holdup.
Then why didn't they hold it up?
I heard it was Arnie. It's awful, two
stores in a week. Who's doing this?
We're not sure. You work
here alone? In the mornings.
My wife comes in after 12:00.
Expensive frames.
Same as across the street.
Well, maybe the same price range,
but our selection's entirely different.
No contacts. You don't
carry contact lenses.
Profit margin's too small.
Excuse me. [Phone Rings]
You could throw a
disco party in this place,
and no one passing
by would even notice.
This is the better target. Well, it
depends on what the killer's after.
We need to take another look at
the killer's first target in Sunset Park.
Thursdays I'm in business school,
so Dad was in the store alone.
Fifteen years in the same location,
wiped out like that. [Snaps Fingers]
- Um, was this ad always there?
- Yeah.
Dad didn't like shoving
ads in the customers' faces.
The day he was shot, it was on
the counter here next to his body.
I must've moved it
back after we cleaned up.
There's no blood spatter on it. The way
he was shot, there should've been blood.
Or the ad was moved to the
counter after he was killed...
[Exhales] where
we wouldn't miss it.
The same as the other store.
He's trying to make a point. "Make
your brown eyes blue, VisionStyle."
Those are all the letters we've received
since we launched our ad campaign.
Well, someone's curious if you
made blue contacts for Marilyn Monroe.
We didn't. But it goes to show
we enjoy a good reputation.
That's why it's premature to
link these murders to VisionStyle.
It's just a theory.
But if our retailers buy
into your theory that
carrying our products
can get them killed...
We get it. You sank a lot of
money into your campaign.
Your company's
struggling. You had layoffs.
Anybody do exit
interviews with these
employees before you
put 'em out on the street?
No. But they know the
layoffs are temporary.
Uh, here's one citizen who hopes
to make your problems permanent.
"Any company that
promotes the belief that
blue eyes are superior
to other eye colors...
"deserves to join the slave
trader and shackle maker...
on the junk heap
of racist profiteers."
This is the slow time now,
but later, I get very busy.
I'm always the last one
here in the evenings.
It's terrible what they make you do.
These chemicals, they're not good for you.
That's why I always wear gloves.
Now, let's take a look.
So, you like it? It's a new you.
A new me.
Do you think VisionStyle's turning
them all into Barbies and Kens?
I'm not paranoid, Detective.
But you know as a biologist
of certain traits like blue eyes...
become perceived as socially
advantageous, then most...
Then those are the traits
that become dominant.
Especially when parents can
choose their unborn child's eye color.
We see your point, Mr. Campbell.
And this message... you're taking
it to people in your community?
Yes. To my students
and local business groups.
Right here is the battleground. Right,
not the Upper East Side or Sunset Park.
[Cell Phone Rings] Excuse me.
You know, I find animal
behavior... It's fascinating.
I was reading about these bees who
disguise themselves as other bees.
Like the Cape honeybee...
takes on the physical
characteristics of the African bee...
and sneaks into the
African hive, lays eggs,
and then eventually
destroys that hive.
It's called aggressive mimicry.
It's enough to make a bee paranoid.
We've got another one.
The cleaning staff found him this morning.
The M.O.'s the same as your other two,
so we thought
you'd wanna pile on.
One shot to the
face with a nine-mil.
Dr. Frederick Mishra,
plastic surgeon.
Looks like he's gonna need a
little reconstructive surgery himself.
Facial reconstruction.
Chin tucks.
Face lifts.
The killer pulled
all these down,
but only left the rhinoplasties.
Nose jobs. I'm seeing a theme.
Dr. Mishra always stayed late,
but I always lock the doors to
the waiting room when I leave.
Oh, it's this way. Patients
are always getting lost.
- What's that door for?
- The outside hallway and the elevators.
It's the staff exit. It's always
locked from the outside.
[Eames] The doctor advertises a lot.
He ever get any unusual calls or threats?
No. Nothing I ever heard
of. That's a slow-closing door.
So this is the stairwell.
He was in here.
He waited and he watched...
until the last
person, uh, left...
to catch the elevator.
He got here before
the door closed.
Went in, found the
doctor... Didn't get lost.
He knew his way
around. Excuse me.
We need a list of your
patients for the last two months.
The first eyewear store was in a
predominately Hispanic neighborhood.
The second one was two
blocks from the synagogue.
And many of Dr. Mishra's
patients are Jewish teenage girls.
So our shooter's a racist who's
worried people are changing their looks.
Why? So they can
infiltrate the Klan?
Or he might feel threatened by people
he thinks are masking their true identity.
Besides women and young
girls, what are our pickings?
Uh, mostly middle-aged guys
getting chin tucks and eye lifts.
This one here had his credit
card declined. John Webb.
Broke his nose in a
bar fight 20 years ago.
Twenty years is a long time
to wait to fix a broken nose.
Unless he developed breathing problems.
Then he would have seen an E.N.T. first.
Which he didn't. There's no referral.
He just walked in off the street.
He used a bum credit card.
Check with the card company.
Maybe somebody at the doctor's
office can help you with a sketch.
I've had five men in here
yesterday who looked like him.
Is this the only sketch
you have? Sorry.
He used a credit card that was reported
stolen from a knapsack here two weeks ago.
Uh, he would've been
reading about racial theories,
animal behavior. Oh,
yes. The ring man.
I caught him marking
up a book last week.
Can you show us the book? Yeah.
You called him the "ring man."
He said because I'm black I'm
from the other side of the ring.
I thought I was being insulted until I
looked at the book he was reading.
It was a biology text. It
mentioned ring species?
It's like birds of the same
species who evolve differently...
because they migrate in opposite
directions around the world.
Yes. What he's saying is
that racial differences are,
uh, evolutionary adaptations
for different environments.
What else did he tell you? He said at
least with me people knew where they stood.
Just point to them, please. Survival
Strategies and Endless Struggle.
Mm, this is nice. Charles
Darwin as a serial killer.
Yeah, his comment about
knowing where he stood...
He feels like he's
surrounded by...
Surrounded by fakes.
That the world is out of order.
That's paranoid delusion.
Here, near the paragraph
on aggressive mimicry.
"N.J.B. is first."
N.J.B.
There was a letter to
VisionStyle about her.
"Please confirm that your company supplied
blue contact lenses to Norma Jean Baker.
"You should take credit
for helping turn her into
the icon of female beauty
named Marilyn Monroe...
"and inspiring millions of women the
world over to alter their appearance.
Please post your
reply on your Web site."
He considers Marilyn
Monroe a prototype.
An average brunette turned by
cosmeticians and plastic surgeons...
into the first fake,
blue-eyed blonde.
She's the vanguard
of the master plan to
pollute the gene pool
of the pure white race.
Well, that's the thing.
There's nothing overtly
racist in the notes
he made in the books.
No return address. No
fingerprints. How about the books?
No usable prints, but the
librarian improved our sketch.
If this guy's just getting
warmed up, we need to go public.
I'll need a check for
Natalia's karate lesson.
I already wrote it
out. It's on the counter.
Oh. You're always one
step ahead of me, sweetie.
Did Charlie talk
to you about Mom?
It's all taken care of.
[Woman Reporter] Police
now have new information
about the possible
suspect in recent killings...
which they've described
as a "mini spree."
The murders include
the shooting deaths of a
plastic surgeon and
two eyeglass store clerks.
He is described as in his '30s,
medium height, with graying hair.
Police say he may have a
history of psychiatric problems...
and an obsession with
actress Marilyn Monroe.
Anyone with information is asked to contact
police at the number on your screen.
In international news,
Israeli... [TV Clicks Off]
Is that it? It came
in this morning.
U.S. mail overnight,
from uptown. No prints.
"Marilyn Monroe:
Fake Aryan
Cosmetics Conspiracy."
Yeah, he's establishing his bona
fides, so we know that it's him.
Oh, terrific. "It will
soon be time to take my
campaign to the heart of
the dirty Jew conspiracy.
To the home of fake
Aryans, to Hollywood."
There's your
overtly racist rhetoric.
The important part
is the last paragraph.
"Before I leave, I will make one
more strike against the conspiracy.
I will kill the bitch who
Aryanized the mayor's girlfriend."
So he's done the blue eyes.
He's got the surgical enhancement.
There's only one
thing left. Blonde hair.
The mayor's girlfriend
wasn't born a blonde.
He's going after
her hair colorist.
When the staff came in this
morning, this is what they found.
I would've been here
last night working, but
I had to stay in
Washington an extra day.
It might've been the man we
told you about on the phone.
- Do you recognize him?
- Yes.
He was here last Tuesday.
He had me dye his hair blond.
He knew you worked late? Yes.
We talked about my schedule.
What else did you talk
about? The coloring process.
He was worried for me
because of the chemicals.
He was very nice.
There was something
sweet about him, like a child.
How did he get the
appointment with you?
I only take new
clients on referral.
We'll need the name of
the person who referred him.
So he mailed the letter yesterday,
warning us about his next move.
Makes his move last night
before we even got the letter.
Why bother warning us?
The letter was angry
and hateful, racist.
She describes him as
being considerate, pleasant...
Sweet. Sweet.
Our shooter didn't write that
letter. Great, another nut in the mix.
Miss, if you could just look
at our little drawing here.?
Do-Do you know him?
One of my male friends needed a hair
colorist, and I referred him to Parveen.
So what'd this guy do?
He shot three people...
point-blank in the face, and then he
broke into a hair salon to shoot Parveen.
No. This isn't the
guy. [Heavy Sigh]
Well, this guy, did he ever talk about
people changing their appearance?
Changing their hair, their eyes.
Trying to look like Marilyn Monroe.
Yeah, he said everybody
was starting to look alike.
He said people were starting
to lose the beauty God gave 'em.
That's why he likes
you. You're natural.
I guess. Yeah.
All we ever did was talk and
hold hands. That's what he paid for.
These killings, they
don't sound like him.
He wrote us a letter.
"It will soon be time to make my campaign
to the heart of the dirty Jew conspiracy.
To the home of the fake
Aryans, to Hollywood."
Uh, I didn't know that
he thought things like this.
He was always so decent with me.
We need to find him.
What's his name?
Brent. I don't know the rest.
The last time I saw him
was a couple of weeks ago.
And when he gave you the
money, where did he get it?
From a Bankers Trust building.
We went up to an accounting office.
I'm really terrible
with faces. Hmm.
Well, your receptionist,
on the other hand, is terrific.
She remembers him. She
remembers the young lady
he came in with and that
he asked for you by name.
Think hard, Mr. Anderson.
Okay. Now I remember.
It was an I.R.S. matter. He was a
messenger. He came for some documents.
What kind of I.R.S. matter?
Our firm's been contracted
by the I.R.S. to, uh,
investigate individuals
hiding foreign income.
Is that why you have
these books here?
Tax codes for
Belize, the Caymans?
Anyway, I don't know what
messenger service the I.R.S. uses.
- I'll have someone call you.
- You don't have an extra
manilla folder, do you?
We got a letter from the
man in that sketch, from Brent.
It was filled with
sick, anti-Semitic stuff.
- The world's filled with bad people.
- If you could just put the sketch
in the folder for me, it'd be great.
Do you mind my asking? Why
do you need a manilla folder?
To preserve your fingerprints.
You see, we don't think Brent
wrote that letter, so we're looking to...
match a fingerprint we found on
the envelope the letter came in.
We think the person
that wrote the letter was
trying to throw us
off the killer's trail.
Didn't wanna hurt him. Didn't
want anybody else to get hurt.
So he sent us a hint about
the next victim. Saved a life.
You know, people who write letters
like that are usually family members...
Fathers, brothers.
[Sharp Exhale]
Brent has problems.
He, uh, took a lot of
drugs when he was young.
- I, uh, I try...
- We know how it is
with brothers, Mr. Anderson.
You wanna tell us about
the money you give him?
Uh, it's a trust set
up by our parents.
I give him a check every month to
deposit. He can only withdraw $200 a day.
- How can we find him?
- I don't know. He, uh, calls me
when he needs something.
So do you have his
last bank statement?
It's gonna be bad
when you catch him.
It's gonna be a lot of publicity.
Reporters crawling all over me.
I'd count on it.
He uses A.T.M.s all over the
city. We can't cover every base.
And if we turn off
the tap, he'll run.
Well, maybe we only
need to turn it halfway.
How do you think your brother
would react to being shortchanged?
[Forced Chuckle] He'd
make a stink. He's a screwup.
He's always been a screwup.
I have an account here, but I tried to
get $200 from an A. T. M. in Brooklyn,
but it-it only gave
me a hundred dollars.
And when I called, they said I
had to come in and talk to you...
Oh, I know all about
the problem. Have a seat.
I'll need your
card and some I.D.
Could you take off
your sunglasses?
This says you have brown eyes.
I'm wearing contacts,
and this isn't my hair.
I'm conducting an experiment.
Oh, you're a scientist.
Well, I'll need you
to fill out this form.
[Grunts] You're
under arrest, Brent.
Your nurse and your
librarian pooched the lineup.
You have no murder
weapon. Not one crumb of
physical evidence tying
him to the crime scene.
Even his brother
thinks he's good for it.
No. Spencer loves me.
He wouldn't say that.
Brent, let me do the
talking. Right, right.
Let's talk about this
letter to VisionStyle
about Marilyn Monroe.
You did write this, right?
He's not answering
that. [Laughs]
Come on. You're no fun. Look
at him. He's peeing himself...
to tell us about this fake
Aryan cosmetic conspiracy.
I mean, aren't you,
Brent? Don't answer him.
Soon they're gonna be
able to transplant faces.
They'll be able to do plastic surgery
to babies that are still in the womb.
Wh-What do you think about that?
Don't answer. The interview's over.
He's right. Don't answer.
You talk about this
fake Aryan conspiracy,
but you're the only
one that's hair's dyed...
and you're wearing
tinted lenses.
You've become what you
dread. Maybe you're being used?
Maybe your murders are servicing the
conspiracy, and you don't even know it.
You-You should think about that.
The lawyer said they have
no evidence against you,
and you don't have to
worry about that notebook.
Spence, I can't stop thinking
about what that cop said.
I think I need to tell the
truth. You're not doing
anything except for
what your lawyer tells you.
Betty is beside herself.
We got reporters camping outside. You
have no idea what this has done to me.
After all the years I've been
there for you. I know. I know.
You always had my back. Your
lawyer thinks we can get you out of this.
- But I need your help.
- How?
There's something you
left out there. Hidden.
You know what I mean.
I'm gonna take care of
everything, Brent. Just like always.
You said so yourself. You have no physical
evidence this person is the shooter.
We have his statements and the
Marilyn Monroe letter you received.
That supports our theory
he was targeting your product.
We're not going to let you parade
your cockamamy theory before the public.
Look, if you're worried
that your retailers...
are going to be afraid
to carry your contact
lenses, we have your
shooter in custody.
According to you. We
need someone to testify...
they actually opened this letter,
or we can't use it as evidence.
And you can't connect
VisionStyle to the shootings.
We'll make a good faith
effort to find the person.
[Phone Rings]
Carver here. Yes, hold on.
Your partner.
[Police Radio Chatter]
The owner was closing up.
Two shots to the head from behind. We
have two shell casings, nine-millimeter.
And there's that.
The M.O.'s not quite
right, but it's in the ballpark.
The twisted tango
of brotherly love.
How can you think he's hiding evidence when
he's the one who helped you catch Brent?
Well, maybe it was that phony letter
he wrote to put us off Brent's trail.
The last time Brent was
here was six years ago.
You're not gonna find
anything of his here.
Six years is a long time not to
have Uncle Brent over for dinner.
Spencer doesn't want
him around the kids.
Spencer still takes care of
his brother though, doesn't he?
He made a promise
to his parents.
Spencer's very conscientious
about his obligations.
Sounds like there's more obligation
than love between those two.
Brent's caused Spencer a
lot of grief over the years.
He spends a lot of
time in here, huh?
He's got all this reading material,
tax and accounting related.
So what's this problem
that Brent caused?
Spencer's had to bail
him out of jail at all hours.
Brent's even kept him
from getting promoted.
How'd he managed
that? I don't know.
But for the longest time,
Spencer blamed him.
You have any idea what this
stuff is for? Cotton, chamomile tea,
food coloring, earplugs.
I don't know who put that there. Maybe
one of the kids for a science project.
We're done.
I'd sure like to see that
science project. Thank you.
[Deakins] You're talking
about an accountant.
Who had a sealed
juvie record in Jersey.
He got it expunged a few years
ago, but it gave him problems at work.
He couldn't get bonded. We're
working on getting the details.
Okay. So he finds out from
Brent where he hid the gun.
Then he commits a copycat murder
to clear him? This is some brother.
We're not so sure Spencer
loves Brent all that much.
We might not be the
ones he's trying to fool.
He used the same gun,
but he botched the M.O.
The other victims were shot point-blank
in the face inside their place of business.
This one, was shot twice
from the back outside.
So if he's not trying to clear
his brother, what's his point?
It's a travel kit.
Um, money. His point is money.
My colleagues at the S. E. C. tell me
you just refiled your quarterly earnings...
to show an additional
loss of $5 million?
Where'd that money go? You're
chasing moonbeams, Mr. Carver.
You doubted that
Brent Anderson was the
killer even before the
last victim was shot.
- What are we supposed to think?
- I'm ordering
an examination of your books.
I'll find the $5 million. Then I'm charging
you with criminally negligent homicide.
We did receive an
extortion demand...
after the sketch of the suspect
was released to the press.
They asked for $5 million or they'd
send a manifesto to the media...
saying they were targeting
retailers of our products.
The effect on the
company would have been
devastating. We had to
think of our employees.
Yes, I'm sure they were foremost in
your thoughts. What happened then?
When you arrested Brent
Anderson, we received another
communication, saying the
police had the wrong man.
We weren't sure what to do, and
then another retailer was killed.
- Then you paid.
- Yes.
We had a security firm track
the money to the Caribbean.
It was dispersed among several
accounts in the Caymans and Belize, and...
then we ran into a brick wall.
The brick wall was probably the I.R.S.
investigation that Spencer was working on.
Mm-hmm. He must've
sprinkled the five million...
among the accounts
frozen by the I.R.S.
And only he knows which account
the money's in and how to retrieve it.
Can't do it from here,
you gotta go there.
Guys, can you get
off the walk, please?
Please. We're late.
[Engine Starting]
I thought I told you people
to stay off my property.
Didn't you people hear me? Did
you hear us? You're under arrest.
What are you doing? Don't think
you're gonna make that flight to Houston.
Or the nice drive across
the Mexican border.
Spencer Anderson covered his tracks like
a pro. We can't connect him to anything.
Brent told him where the gun
was. Brent can put him in jail.
Brent, who's convinced his brother loves
him. I just received his psych evaluation.
Paranoid schizophrenia
exacerbated by drug abuse.
The juvenile records came in
from New Jersey. Two of them.
One for Spencer Anderson,
and one for Brent Anderson.
Y-You know I find paranoid
schizophrenics make excellent witnesses.
[Chuckles]
You're conferring transactional
immunity to my client?
For anything he
agrees to testify to.
In return, I'd offer him a plea of not
guilty by reason of mental disease.
Whatever happens, he's covered.
Uh, I don't have a disease.
It's all good,
Brent. Don't worry.
But we're still not conceding he
had anything to do with the shootings.
That's fine. We just
want his testimony.
By the way, his
immunity starts now.
[Door Opens]
Why's my brother here? What crazy
stuff has he been saying to them?
Oh, it's all good, Spence.
I didn't let you down.
Mr. Carver, if this is one of those dog
and pony shows, we're not interested.
We were about to review our
evidence against your client.
See what insights
his brother has to offer.
You never know what kind of crazy
stuff might come out of Brent's mouth.
I wanna stay. I wanna hear this.
All right. Come on.
First thing you should
know, Brent, when we picked
up your brother, he was
on his way to the airport...
to catch a plane to Houston.
For business. It
was only for the day.
It's true. He was
traveling light.
You a big chamomile tea drinker, Spence?
I drink it on the plane. It relaxes me.
The earplugs help me sleep.
And the food coloring, is that to make
the airplane food more appetizing?
What do you think, Brent?
Here, we found this stuff.
Could you guess what
he was really doing with it?
I don't think many people could.
The chamomile tea, I mean, I
hear you can lighten your hair with it,
and the earplugs, well,
you stuff 'em in your nose,
it would make your nose
wider, same with the cotton.
Or pack your cheeks
with it, change your jawline.
And there's the cold
cream and the food coloring.
Well, look at that.
It did. It made my hands darker.
I know Spence. My
brother's not a fake.
He wouldn't change his
looks. He did it to blend in.
He was running away to the
Caribbean. Do you know why?
To collect the money that
VisionStyle was paying him.
[Carver] Five million
dollars, Mr. Anderson.
Here's the bank documents showing the
wire transfers from VisionStyle's accounts.
VisionStyle was trying to make
it look like an extortion attempt.
But we know what
was really going on.
- He was being paid to betray you.
- Brent, they're messing with
your head.
See for yourself.
Here's a letter he wrote.
He wanted us to
believe you wrote it.
This isn't me. I
like Jewish people.
I like all kinds of people. He wrote
the letter to twist your message.
For God's sake, Brent. I
wrote that to protect you.
To protect him?
How do you think we found out about
your bank and your A.T.M.? He sold you out.
Everything you ever
told him in confidence.
All your secrets,
he used against you.
Even the gun.
You told him where
the gun was, didn't you?
Brent. [Attorney] You're going to
let your client incriminate himself?
His client has immunity.
Oh, geez. [Sharp Inhale]
Spencer, we need to talk.
You told him where you hid
the gun, right, Brent? Brent.
You're my brother. I've never
done anything to hurt you.
He's not one of them.
He takes care of me.
Has he? What about 23 years ago?
What night was that?
[Eames] Oh, February 1 7... A
convenience store in Trenton?
One of you knocked out
the clerk with a tire iron.
You made off with three cases
of beer and a carton of smokes.
How'd you get mixed
up in that, Spencer?
I mean, Brent I
understand. He...
He already... well, had priors for
drugs and vandalism. He was 15.
You were 17?
You hadn't been in any trouble. I don't
see what this has to do with anything.
You know, I have a big brother.
My brother was a straight arrow.
I was always trying to get him to
loosen up, always bugging him about it.
Drove him crazy,
because he couldn't loosen up.
Because my father
never gave him any slack.
Same situation with
you and Spence?
You were always trying to stop
him from being so afraid all the time.
I think he got
sick of hearing it.
So that night, he decided to
show you that he wasn't afraid.
Decided to stop for beer and
before you knew what was going on,
he was hitting that
clerk with the tire iron.
- Isn't that right, Brent?
- It's what you told the police.
It's right here in
your juvenile record.
Yeah, I had to tell them the
truth. We both told the truth.
Then why did Spencer
only get probation, and
you got three years
in juvenile detention?
[Scoffs] They didn't believe us.
They thought it was all my idea
and that Spencer was protecting me.
Well, I have Spencer's
juvenile file right
here. You wanna hear
what he told the police?
- My file was expunged.
- Expunged doesn't mean vaporized.
[Goren] This is how your
brother took care of you.
"I was looking at the
magazines when I heard a noise.
"I looked up. I saw Brent standing over
the clerk with the tire iron, hitting him.
"He had that crazy look he gets
when he's stoned, just like a rabid dog.
Brent's just a bad kid who just wants to
get high and make trouble for my parents."
You told the truth, he didn't.
- He put it all on you.
- Brent, now, you remember...
I was going to college;
my life was on track.
- And you, you weren't going anywhere.
- Oh, Spence. Come on. Don't say that.
No. He means every word of it.
You... You did the time for a crime
that he committed... three years.
You never recovered. Did ya?
Just got sicker and sicker.
That's his own fault. He
made himself that way.
Yeah. Yeah, he made himself
a paranoid schizophrenic.
[Scoffs] He's not.
Would you like to read
the doctor's report?
No, he doesn't wanna see that because
he never really cared, did you, Spence?
Because if he was sick,
well, then, you might
have actually had to
do something about it.
But if it was drugs,
well, that was easy. You
wouldn't have to lift a
finger. Not if it was drugs.
Spencer helps me.
He takes care of me.
Yeah, he helps you. Pays you
once a month to stay away from him...
and his family.
Until everything changed
when he saw the sketch on TV.
Because you knew that the press
would be crawling all over you and Brent.
That they would see what a
terrible brother that you'd been.
They would see the
blood on your hands,
as much as it is on Brent's.
You saw the weight falling
on you, and you had to run.
That's your brother,
man. He's sick.
You should've helped
him, but you used him.
Used him to get five million
bucks to get out of Dodge.
That's why he needed your gun.
After we arrested you,
it was only a matter of
time before we found
out about his extortion.
You had to play out
your hand, didn't you?
You had to do one more murder.
Do you see where you
stand with him now?
He ran out on you. He
left you in your own mess.
Oh, Spence. That's
not what you told me.
Brent. You do this to me...
He said I had to tell
him where I hid the gun.
He'd get rid of it before
the police found it.
Shut up.
None of this is true. You
said so yourself, he's crazy.
Yeah, he may be
crazy. But you're evil.
Come on, Spence. Don't be angry.
Will you just shut up! Mom and
Dad should have left you in Spofford.
And that other place? That
rehab? They should have
left you there too. Why
didn't you crawl away and die?
Why did you have to ruin my
life? I never wanted you. I didn't...
It'll be okay, Spence.
I'm still your brother.
The tango just goes on.
[Howling]