Lie to Me (2009–2011): Season 2, Episode 4 - Honey - full transcript

Here you go.

- Have fun and good luck.
- Thanks.

- I'm Joan.
- Hi.

- Are you irish or...
- No, I'm english.

That's so neat.

- What do you do?
- I'm a furrier.

Is that like, fur coats?

Fur coats, wraps,

stoles, hats,

Mainly fur coats, though.

How about you?



I have to meet my friend.

Well, maybe we can catch up later.

Lose a bet?

Basically.

My friend over there dragged me along.

If we were in a hotel room and you
could order one thing from room service,

would it be chocolate cake,
strawberries or warm honey?

I beg your pardon?

I got to take this.

- What's going on?
- What's your ETA?

I don't know. You can't
hurry love. Can I get a lager?

I hope that's your first drink.

DC Police are looking for
a guy named E. Matheson.

He's been on the run for 2 days since
his wife was found beaten to death.



They want us interviewing
friends and family

to determine if anybody's helping him.

And I've already gotten
Loker and Torres in the field.

- Chardonnay, please.
- I don't care

if he inspected it before he shipped
it the painting's scratched, all right?

- What?
- Tell him... You tell France

he's paying for the restoration.
Otherwise, it comes back his way.

Collector?

Dealer.

I'm a curator.

- Really?
- Really.

I don't know. I guess the upside to
having been through a marriage before

is that I not only know what I'm looking
for, but I know what I don't want.

- I just want to be happy.
- Yeah, I know what you mean.

Like for me, right...

This one thing is very important to me.
It may seem old-fashioned to you, but

that's fidelity.

For some reason, I need
to be up front about that.

That's not old-fashioned.
It's important to me, too.

When I was married, I never cheated.

I was tempted and
certainly accused of it,

But I never strayed...

Never.

So, what are your hobbies?

What do you like to do on the weekends?

I run a company that shrink-wraps
poodles for international travel.

I have to... go feed my meter.

I'll be right back. Could
you hold that thought?

- I'll save your seat.
- Thanks.

In answer to your
question from earlier...

It's warm honey, right?

You should call me sometime.

The place is clear. You want us to stay?

No, I'm good. Go ahead and check out

the next name on the
list. I'll be behind you.

I'm Ria Torres. I'm
with the Lightman Group.

- The cop told me.
- Any idea where your brother is?

Running, apparently.

It'll be easier for Eric
if he turns himself in.

I get that.

His wife Connie was my best friend.

I just can't believe she's dead. But...

I don't know.

Are we done?

Why do I get the impression that
you're hiding something to me?

There's a lot I'm not telling you.

Like how I can't sleep,

how tell my kids that their uncle

might have murdered his
wife. Do you want me to go on?

I don't know where Eric is.

Do you know something that
could help us with this case?

I want you to leave.

Now.

You a cop?

But they were here, right?

They were here, weren't they?

Yeah, yeah, they were here.

Look, you don't need to
hurt me. I can help you.

I can help you.

Drive.

Drive!

Don't look at me. Drive.

- How did it go?
- Put me out of my misery.

Hi. Right.

Your ex never cheated
on you. There it is.

You're sure?

I spoke to her at one of those...

Singles what?

Singles mixers, and not a hint of
shame or guilt when the subject came up.

Her virtue is intact. So...

Let me remind you, there's
millions in alimony at stake.

I'm well aware of the terms of
your prenup. I'm telling you,

conclusively,

your wife never violated the fidelity
clause, or however you put it.

Maybe if I increase your fee, you
can run another one of your tests.

Let me just stop you right there.

The truth's the truth.

- Send me the bill.
- I will.

I definitely will.

Boy, that was fun. What's next?

Peeking through keyholes or what?

You leveraged this company to
buy your ex-wife out of this?

Because she was gonna
move Emily to Chicago.

But now, we are cash poor, and taking
cases like this helps us stay afloat.

- I don't care.
- What?

I'll go back to working out of my home
before I take another case like that.

- I don't care.
- The bills, the books, the payroll.

Fine. It's all yours. Everything,
it's all yours. You can take it.

Will you calm down?
What's the matter with you?

I didn't kill my wife.

And you are gonna prove it.

- You think I'm playing around?
- Absolutely not.

Cops start showing up,

I start killing people.
Do you understand me?

- We understand you completely.
- You stick with me.

She... She just makes
the tea around here.

Let her go. I'm the guy.

See the sign? The Lightman Group.
See that? The Lightman Group.

Cal Lightman. That's me. I'm the guy.
I'm the one you want. Just let her go.

- I can help you.
- No. I need to see the front door.

I have surveillance cameras up here,
up here, all down the corridors.

You can watch them from my
office who is on higher ground.

Everybody in here!
Everybody in this room!

Come on!

Move!

I'm gonna do a head
count in half an hour.

If anybody leaves or calls the cops,

he dies.

No police. No police.

I'm serious!

No police.

It's on you now, buddy. Understand.

We're gonna stay calm. You
know, get Cal out of this.

I want you to go call Loker and
Reynolds and get them down here,

but don't tell them what's going on.

Go. Just be careful.

Do your thing.

So front and back entrance in the lobby.

- I said no phone calls.
- No police calls. She's not stupid.

You need to start being clear here.

If I see any cops...

You are familiar with what we do?

She filled me in on the way over.

You know that we're not law enforcement.

You're...

some scientist who knows how to
tell who's telling the truth, right?

That's right.

I got a question for you.

If you know who killed
your wife and it wasn't you,

why aren't you at the nearest
police station banging on the door,

demanding they take action?

That's something a
guy like you would do.

I've had my run-ins with the cops,
and they've never believed me yet.

And when I walked in that door and
I saw my Connie dead on the floor...

You got a knack for telling who's lying?

I got a knack for
knowing when I'm screwed.

And in that moment, I
knew this would land on me.

Fair enough.

But no more shooting, threatening
those people out there,

Or you won't get my
help, and we'll both lose.

You more than me.

I already lost everything I cared about.

But you heard what I said, right?

Do you believe me when I
say I didn't kill my wife?

And you believe I'll kill you
if you try to run a game on me?

Am I being clear now?

Tell me. Who killed your wife?

- Are you crazy?
- Just until we know what's going on.

This is a hostage situation!

- Lightman's giving us eyes in the room.
- How did he get in here with a gun?

He has got the situation under control.

Do you know what misprison means?

It's failure to report a felony crime.

I'm not gonna risk the lives of people
out there and get fired in the process

because Lightman thinks that
he's got a handle on this!

Could you come in here
for a minute, please?

Sure.

We've gotta figure out
who killed this guy's wife.

Matheson did. Innocent
people do not run!

If we don't do exactly what
this guy says, he will kill Cal.

Can you please just help us out, Ben?

I'll hold off calling
it in for a little while.

But only under one condition.

Come on, come on.

How's everyone behaving?

Perfectly.

Good.

That's the address of Tom McHenry.

He runs an advertising firm. Eric's wife

used to work for him as a bookkeeper.

- Now, Eric's claiming that...
- I know. I know.

Now, Eric knows...

that McHenry was making
unwanted moves on his wife.

And he considers him to be
the only suspect in her death.

So, I'll need you to track him down and,

interview him...

and tape it and bring it back to me.

- What if he doesn't...
- Just find a way.

- Reynolds is here.
- Who's he?

He's a...

Federal agent. He works with us.

Same rules apply to
him as everybody else.

He's agreed to not call the police,

but only if everyone in the
conference room is allowed to leave.

You bring him in here. I'll
tell him what's allowed.

- It's nonnegotiable.
- You bring him in here!

What do you want to do? Play king of the
castle, or find out who is the killer?

Come on. Let's go. Let's
go. Everybody out. Let's go.

Don't say anything. Don't call anybody.

Don't do anything.
Just go home and relax.

We got the situation under control.

Come on. What are you doing?
Let's go. Follow everybody out.

- You don't want me to call the cops?
- I don't.

- But I think we should call...
- Listen. Don't do anything. Not yet.

I want everything on Matheson.

Monitor all the hallway surveillance.
Anything happens, call me and Reynolds.

What? No, I'm not going
anywhere. I can't leave.

It would help to have a badge to
convince this guy to talk to me.

I'll fake it.

- Leave your tie.
- What?

Come on.

Good.

Badge, too?

No, no badge.

I screwed up.

Tom McHenry.

All right, you two, out.

Come on. Get out.

- You gonna tell me what this is about?
- This is my colleague Gillian Foster.

- We're here about Eric Matheson.
- Did you find him yet?

- We did.
- Good.

I hope he gets the death penalty.

He's saying you killed Connie.

Did you?

I'm not even gonna dignify
that with a comment.

You're gonna need to, pal.

You know what? This is further evidence
that Eric is a first-grade psycho.

Twice now, you've done what we call
a false inference dodge, M. McHenry.

You have yet to answer the question.

This is why he's crazy. This
is why I had to let Connie go.

He was convinced I was trying
to have an affair with her.

He was convinced that I was filling
her mind with what a loser he was,

as if she needed further proof.

Then you won't mind
if we put you on tape.

Why not?

I thought you're innocent.

OK, fine.

Roll it.

Who's that?

That's my daughter.
You mind if I call her?

Yes, I do.

Take a seat.

You married?

Not anymore.

Which one you banging?

Uptown chick or the salsa
queen that drove me here?

Neither, actually.

Right.

That's one thing I
got over guys like you.

My woman loved me.

We had something real.

Guys like you...

Empty.

You try and fill yourself up
with nice suits and stupid art

and show-off books and by nailing
your employees in the copy room.

You got a job?

Not currently.

- What that have to do with anything?
- I'm sensing a little inner turmoil

over the fact that your
wife was the sole provider.

No, we were rock solid.

We didn't care who made the money.

That's something you'd never understand.

Don't... don't look at me like that.

- Like what?
- Like you're better than me.

I told you that I would know
if you were telling the truth,

But I also know if you're
hiding something from me.

I'm not hiding anything.

You're projecting a...

little guilt.

That's either from self-loathing
or from something else.

I'm just trying to figure out

why that's making you do this.

They got half an hour
to get that tape here.

Yes, sir.

They haven't yet.

Everyone from the Lightman group
is out in the field right now

Interviewing Matheson's
friends and family.

Yes, sir. That's really great, sir.

OK. All right. Bye.

I'm screwed.

Good, Foster and Loker are back.

You gotta stop this.
You did nothing wrong.

I should've locked the car.
Why didn't I lock the car?

You gotta quit beating
yourself up about it.

Stay focused. We need your help on this.

- All right.
- Hey.

We just ran Matheson's sheet.

Police responded 3 times

to their apartment for
domestic disturbance.

The wife never filed charges. I'm
telling you, this guy's the killer.

He seemed believable when
he said he's innocent.

- Seemed? That's not good enough.
- I'm taking this in to Lightman.

Wait.

Set it up in the lab.

Tell him that's where he gotta watch it.

- Why?
- Because I can get a better visual.

Again, I don't want to rattle
this guy any more than we have to.

Gillian, what's your priority?

Running errands for this lunatic

or making sure that Cal
lives through the day?

- Where is it?
- It's just across the hall.

Easy, all right. Take it easy.

He's Reynolds, the guy I
told you about. He works here.

- Open it.
- Just calm down.

Stay back.

Lock it.

Lock the doors.

Where are we watching this?

If you let go of my neck,
I'll show you, right?

All right, and I...

I want to see the front entrance
and the back entrance and the lobby.

Pull that up.

There you go.

Good.

- What's your name?
- There he is.

- I'm Tom McHenry.
- Smug son of a bitch!

How did you know Connie Matheson?

She worked for me.

Did you ever socialize with her?

Couple of times after work for drinks...

That's it.

Strictly platonic.

Is he lying yet?

Could you shut up?

- Cal just activated the audio.
- My man.

All he's gotta do is bluff, just
tell him that this guy is lying,

and he'll testify to it.
That's all he's gotta do.

Tell me why someone would accuse
you of killing Connie Matheson.

No sane person would.

Only her husband Eric would do that.

I didn't kill Connie.

He's lying, right?

I see no typical signs of deception.

Can't be sure, but...

I don't think he killed your wife.

He's putting one over on you!

I'm good enough to know
you didn't do it, all right?

- Neither did he.
- No way.

No way!

Why didn't he just bluff?

This guy is too close to Lightman.

If I can get some distance between
'em, I can end this thing with one shot.

Go on!

When's the last time you saw Connie?

3 weeks ago.

She came into my office,

asked for a loan to pay off a
debt that was weighing on her.

That was the last straw.

I told her she needed to
find employment elsewhere.

He's lying.

No, he's not.

- What debt?
- I don't know.

I don't know!

You break into my office...

You terrorize my staff,

you threaten to kill me.

Congratulations, you got my attention.
Now, tell me what the hell's going on.

Sit down.

Let me think.

Who did your wife borrow the money from?

No one.

That's a lie.

No one!

I did.

Chump change... 10 grand.

- Who did you borrow it from?
- A buddy...

Who wouldn't do anything to Connie.

How much have you paid back?

That's the guy!

And you're playing games with me?

- How much have you paid back?
- None.

It's a fresh loan.

There's plenty of time.

I think I got you wrong.
I think your wife...

approached you. She
confronted you with the debt.

And the argument got out of
hand, and then you killed her.

You say that again.

I dare you to say that again.

- Answer the question, right?
- No.

I didn't kill my wife.

I'm telling you, he's gonna blow.

What's your buddy's name?

I'm not gonna let you throw
up the smoke screen, right?

You don't know what you're doing.

You got 3 options. You pull the trigger,

You walk out and take
your lumps with the cops,

or you can tell me your
buddy's name! All right?!

Are you gonna tell
me your friend's name?

Danny Pavelka.

All right.

Danny Pavelka.

- There he is.
- OK, thanks.

We're here to talk to you about
the money you loaned E. Matheson.

What's that got to do
with him killing Connie?

He didn't.

Who did, then?

This may come as a surprise to you,
that's why we're standing ahead.

You just wasted a trip.

I just got back in town this
morning from Atlantic City,

and I got the motel bills to prove it.

- How late was he on the loan?
- First of all, I didn't loan him jack.

- I facilitated a loan.
- Who carried the note?

That's my business. You want more?

- Get a court order.
- Danny,

We just ran your sheet
on the way over here.

And it clearly states
in your parole agreement

that you have to check in
with your P. O. once a week.

You missed one 2 weeks ago.

- He said he's gonna let that one slide.
- Oh, really?

See,

I'm a little bit more
of a stickler, so...

You're gonna tell me everything
I want to know, right now!

Foster and Reynolds spoke with Pavelka.

Connie found out about the debt.

She went to Pavelka, told him that...

Eric and she weren't gonna
be able to pay the debt.

I'm standing right here.

She begged Pavelka to forgive the debt.

He told her it wasn't up to him,
so she has to talk to the guy

who gave Pavelka the
money for you... Eric.

His name's Mike Zancanelli.

Foster and Reynolds are on their
way over to talk to him right now.

You know who this is?

I've never heard of him.

Did he say how Connie
found out about the loan?

I don't know.

He did tell Foster that he
wasn't surprised she came,

'cause she was always having to
clean up your messes, apparently.

That will do, Torres.

Why the guilt, Eric?

That guy right there.

It looks like him. The
one in the black hat?

There's no way he's gonna say
squat in front of his boys.

Then we'll have to take him back to
the Lightman group to talk to him.

What?

How? Look...

This isn't even about
saving my job anymore.

Most likely, that's
gone. I've accepted that.

But if go in there and drag this
guy out in front of 15 people,

This whole under-the-radar
thing is done.

Come on, Gillian, we gave it a shot.

It's time to call this thing in.

What?

There's one thing Matheson said today
that I believe is absolutely true.

If he sees the cops...

He will pull the trigger.

He will!

We're out of options, so...

- All right.
- What are you doing?

- No, you're not going in there.
- I'll be back in a couple of minutes.

- Be ready.
- Oh, God!

I'm going to jail.

What do you think?

You don't wanna know what I think.

Could I use your phone? Please?

- Sure, there you go, darling.
- Thank you.

Damn it!

Thank you.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Do any of you guys
know how to fix a flat?

Did you know your wife reached
out to Pavelka about the money?

You didn't think you're in
trouble not having paid it off?

Your wife's death...

and the money that you owed are
in no way connected in your mind.

That's right.

Your wife was beaten to death.
Your apartment was ransacked.

Who do you know that's that angry

and wants something of yours?

That describes a lot
of people I know, man.

That's your guilt, isn't
it? For contaminating her?

You didn't want to drag
her into your world.

You considered her a pure soul,
and you tried to keep it that way.

And now she's dead.

There's no way you can tell all
that just by looking at my face.

Just the guilt part.

Where does the rest come from?

That's how I feel sometimes
about women I know.

Did he mean that?

You brought this on her somehow, Eric.

That's one thing you're gonna have
to live with, but murder charge isn't.

All right?

And what had you hoped
to gain by coming in here?

To be proven innocent?
I'll testify to it.

To find out who really killed her?

I'm helping you.

There's no further need for
that gun. You just put it down,

you just walk away.

This never happened.

I wish I knew if I could believe you.

You can. You're gonna have to trust me.

I will tell the police
that you were innocent.

Just put the gun down.

Walk away.

What the hell is this?

What the hell is this!

I told you no cops!

I can't believe I
trusted your lying ass.

What are we gonna do?

She's good. She'll take care of it.

I thought you said
she just makes the tea.

May I help you?

We got a call from one of your employees
saying there might be a disturbance here

Not here.

He was very insistent.

He said someone might be armed.

I think I would know if someone
had a weapon here at work.

Why don't we take a
look just to be safe.

- Yeah, sure.
- Thank you.

So, what was the person's name?

Who called this in?

Raymond moncrief.

I am so sorry, officer.
We fired ray today,

For misuse of company funds. He had
to be escorted from the building.

This is him looking for his
payback. I guess it's just like him.

Is that right?

Excuse me.

Just let go of me. I'll take care of...

I'll do this. I'll do this.

Can you open this?

What's the problem?

Moncrief's hassling us again

Crank called the cops
about someone with a weapon.

You did tell him that's my problem?

We were just taking a look around, sir.

"Were." That's good.

That's past tense. Perfect, 'cause
I'm tryingto run a business here.

- Sure.
- Thanks, man.

Thank you.

Sorry for the interruption.

- Have a nice day.
- No problem.

False alarm.

It's just a matter of
time till they come back.

Then leave before they do.

My colleagues are out there. They're
talking to this zancanelli character.

They'll get to the bottom of it.
Just put the gun down and walk away.

Right in here.

Who's this? Who's this?

Is that zancanelli?

That can't be.

So...

Connie matheson.

How do you know her?

I loaned some money to a friend.

That friend gave it to connie's husband.

Tell me about that conversation,
between you and connie.

It was about the loan.

Connie was under the impression that I
gave the money directly to her husband,

While charging him an
exorbitant interest rate.

And I didn't.

That would be usury, which is illegal.

And have you ever visited the apartment,

that connie shared with her husband?

Never been to eric's wife's apartment.

He just changed nouns
from connie to eric's wife.

He answered no too quickly,

and his voice was a different
pitch. A little higher.

Doesn't make sense killing
Connie over 10 grand.

Do we even need to know the real answer?

Why can't we go in there
with something we cook up?

All we're trying to do is get him
to put the gun down and walk out.

- We still have time, ben.
- To do what?

There's no one else to talk to.

The sister Matheson's sister.

She said she was connie's best friend,
and definitely hiding something earlier.

Connie came to me a couple of weeks ago,

and she wanted to borrow
a digital recorder.

I figured she could just go buy one, so,

I assumed she wanted me to
ask what she needed it for.

She told me she had a fling
with this guy, one-time thing,

and he wanted more, so she was
gonna tape their phone conversations.

- To get him to back off.
- That's what I figured.

- This guy is married?
- Yeah.

She say anything after
borrowed the recorder?

She said it worked,

but she was gonna keep
the file just in case.

Her only fear was that
eric might find it.

And when she was killed,
I thought maybe he had.

All right. Let me get this straight.

Connie came to you about the loan

You know, how she couldn't pay.

You told her something could be...

Worked out you know, a trade.

Right? So, she had sex with you.

But you wanted more.

She recorded a phone
conversation she had with you

trying to get out of it, and then
you went over to connie's apartment

looking for that recording.

It's like I told the black dude.
I've never been to her place before.

You turned the place upside down,
and you found that digital recorder.

You're in fantasyland,
lady. You know that?

She was gonna show it to your wife,

And you lost your temper.

No apartment, no recording,

No dice.

Is he lying?

Damn straight.

Connie tried to seduce this guy?

- She'd never do that.
- No, you're right.

You're right. And she didn't.

But he sexually blackmailed her

To pay off your debts.

We did everything that you asked.

Let him go.

Please.

Lock it. Lock her out.

I'm sorry about that.

I mean it.

Let's get the cops in now.

I'll tell them you didn't do it.

Zancanelli is who they
brought in. We both know it.

And I want 5 minutes alone with him.

I can't let that happen.

It's either him or you.

I mean it.

After all the

- headaches you put connie through
- Shut up!

After all the headaches
you put her through,

After all the hard work she spent

Trying to make you feel like a man,

There is one way you can honor her.

And I bet you'll tell me what it is!

Live your life! Live your life.

If you take your
revenge out on this guy,

You will be the fool that she
spent her entire adult life

Trying to convince other
people that you were!

I have no life without her.

You ready?

I want zancanelli!

I know you're watching!

I'll do it!

He's gone from contempt
to extreme anger.

- He's working his way up to shoot.
- We gotta give him what he wants.

Just march zancanelli in there
so this guy can shoot him.

Welcome to the one thing
that I won't do today.

I've got an idea.

Look.

You're really gonna make this mistake?

It's either him or you.

Then, it should be me?

Open the door.

5 minutes with zancanelli, that's it.

Don't do this.

You're just gonna talk to him?

He's lying, you can tell he's lying.

Give me your word.
You're not gonna hurt him.

You have my word. I swear.

He's gonna kill him.
He's gonna kill him.

- I'll bring him in.
- He's gonna kill him.

She values your life more than you do.

Join the club. Bring him in!

And you... you get the hell outside!

I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to
make sure that this stays a conversation.

I want your hands up.

Hands up!

And you

you scared yet?

Like connie was?

I want to see that look in your eye.

Get out of the way.

Get away from him!

Your wife wanted me to tell
you something before she died.

You got 5 seconds to
tell me what she said.

Tell me!

I'll call this in.

I'll do the talking.

So, what do you do?

All right.

I'm gonna give you an honest answer.

I'm already intrigued.

I try to help people

"try" being the operative word.

I know that must sound foolish

Or pretentious or both,

But there it is.

So, describe your ideal woman.

I could describe her
till the cows come home,

But the real question is
whether or not i'm her ideal man.

You never know till you try.

Why don't we give it a shot?

With some room service...

serve warm honey.

I shouldn't be here.

I'm sorry.

Zancanelli confessed to
connie's murder, so...

I heard.

I'm sorry I ran out like that.

No, everybody's dealing
with it, in their own way.

I'm just...

I'm just glad you're all right.

How's your head?

Fine.

I was thinking about that whole,

Accounts thing, that
whole billing thing,

We'd be working out of a shoe
box if it wasn't for you. So...

It's all yours. And I'll respect that.

No, you're right.

I mean, cheating spouse cases

We're better than that.

Whatever you decide.

All right, then.

I was just pop by really just
to see how you were doing.

Are you

I'm OK.

Good.

Where's Emily?

She's at her mum's.

I haven't told them
about all of this yet.

Can I sleep in your
spare bedroom tonight,

if it's not too much of a problem?

Of course.

Good.