Lie to Me (2009–2011): Season 3, Episode 13 - Killer App - full transcript

Oh, there he is.

Zach Morstein in the flesh,
boy genius inventor

of the latest
get-laid-quick program

for the socially challenged.

What an honor.

Hannah.

Hannah had me sitting
in reception

with my thumb
up my bum

for 6 whole minutes,
which for me 5 minutes too long.

Seekout.

Is that the best name
you could come up with?



Too weird to be a reporter,
too wrinkled to be an attorney.

He says, referring
to the lawsuit

which should by rights
having him changing his underwear

3 times a day.

So you founded the company
with these two,

and then you nobbled
the one on the left,

using some legal loophole,

just before you were
about to make billions.

And you enjoyed
every minute of it.

You read micro-expressions.
I saw an article on that once.

Kyle wouldn't risk his lawsuit
on some half-baked mindreader,

so you must be working
for Claire.

In all the time that you spent
developing this program,

did it ever occur to you
to just buy a girl a drink?



So I just...

Point the phone

at a girl that I fancy,

then I sniff through
her laundry,

just a little bit,

until I figure out
what it takes

to get into her panties.

Excuse me?

Claire and I have been
friends since freshman year.

You can tell her
she's safe.

Define safe.

♪ Lie to Me 3x13 ♪
Killer App
Brand New Day by Ryan Star

♪ dream,
send me a sign ♪

♪ turn back the clock ♪

♪ give me some time ♪

♪ I need to break out ♪

♪ make a new name ♪

♪ let's open our eyes ♪

♪ to the brand-new day ♪

Ok, Claire, you were right.

You were about
to get shafted.

You just told me
Zach said I was safe.

He said it with a smirk
on his face.

It's contempt, that.

So you're saying
he is going to squeeze me out,

just like he did to Kyle.

Well, now that you know
that, you can be ready.

You can fight back.

I don't want to fight Zach.

He's my best friend.

Who you sent me
to suss out.

You do that to all your
best friends, do you?

You may have been close
once, but you're not now.

So what happened?

Things change.

Such as?

He's changed.

And you haven't?

Well, maybe Seekout
has changed both of you.

Business is never easy.

But this isn't just
business, is it?

This is personal.
What'd you do to him?

Nothing.

Well, that's not
what he thinks.

So this is my fault.

Are you asking
or are you saying?

Cal.

What?

Come on.

That's all right, love.
Give me time.

I'm very bloody good
at this.

Thank you for your help.

You're welcome.

Gillian...

Thank you for your help.

Claire. I did try
to warn you.

And I thought
we were best friends.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry this is
happening to you, Claire.

Don't be. I own part of
a billion-dollar company

and according to
Dr. Lightman,

the smartest person I know
is planning to take it from me.

You're welcome.

At least now I know
the intelligent move

is to hire
the best lawyer I can.

I'll call you later.

"Shafted"?

I ask you to be gentle
and you open with "shafted"?

I thought I was being
exceptionally gentle.

You should have seen
the bastard's face.

I'm just saying,
as her therapist--

ex-therapist.
You work with me now.

This is that personal
to you, is it?

Sound like anyone you know?

No, hang on.
No, it'll come to me.

It's on the tip
of my tongue.

I'm so glad
I work with you now,

really, for Claire's
sake, because it puts me

in a much better position
to protect her

from this Zach person.

And you can do that
without prejudice, can you?

Now you're just being silly.

The day Kyle Putnam
was fired,

his shares were diluted
and his stake in the company

went from 25% to 2.

Kyle sued Zach
the next day.

He says that Seekout
was his idea

and Zach took
all the credit.

Best friends
at each other's throats

with Claire caught
in the middle.

Well, she picked a side
pretty quickly.

Everything I've read says
she's a loyal member of team Zach.

You don't know her.

So I take it Claire is like
family or something?

She's a paying client.

Don't look at me like that.

You know, we're on
your side, Foster.

Good.

Stop pushing, ok?

According to Lightman,
and I'm just saying,

Claire is hiding something.

She's torn between
two friends.

Friends mean
the world to Claire.

I mean, if Kyle asked
for her help, she'd give it.

So this diluted shares thing,

I mean, could Zach
do that to Claire, too?

It depends on
her contract.

Which we don't have.

Yeah, which is weird,
since she hired us.

She did hire us, right?

You're doing it again.

Actually, to be fair, you're
doing that thing you hate

when Lightman does it--
a personal favor on company time.

Dr. Lightman?

Screw you.

Where are you going?

Marqui Turner.

It's key. Just key.

Street name?

You have Ria send me
into your empty office

for an interview,
just so happen to have 100 bucks

lying around
as some kind of test?

- You was gonna take it.
- But I didn't.

That's 'cause you knew
I was watching you.

No, 'cause I'm smarter
than that.

So, are you Ria's
charity case, are you?

Come on, man,
don't knock charity.

Who's knocking it?

Was a time once
where I come from,

all I had was charity.

She warned me about you.

Is this the interview?

So is that why
you're here, then,

a little latina action?

Yeah, that, and a job.

What kind of job?

One that pays.

Or makes an honest man
out of you.

Come on, now,
did I say that?

Here.

What you want me
to do with this?

Follow him.
You work it out.

Expenses.

Ohh...

Ohh!

Ohh...

Heart problem?

More like lungs.

We just ran 3 miles.

What are you doing
to my daughter, Liam?

He's about to stretch
my hamstrings.

This is the best way.

How's that feel, Em?

Deep breaths.

Oh, yeah!

Ohh!

Ohh!

Ohh...

How you doin', dad?

Where's my gun?

Come on, he has to do this
or else I'll get stiff.

Other leg.

I'll get it, son.

Uh--dad, come on,
you're hurting me.

No pain, no gain,
what, Liam?

Come on, I'm not a turkey.

You're not doing it right,
Dr. Lightman.

I'll take over.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, just like that.

Oh, yeah!

Ohh! Ohh...Ohh...

Ohh!

You have no idea
how happy I am you called, Foster.

Ohh...

Slow down, darling.

I was too late.

I just came--came by
to check on her.

I tried to save her...

Ok, darling.
There you go.

Thank you.

Stay here, love.

Here.

You catch a lot of criminals
in that getup, do you?

Foster? You ok?

You called her?

Shock.

Drink the water.

40 minutes it took you
to get here.

I was off duty
and it's a big city.

What, nice date, was it?

You got a problem
with that?

No, I got a problem
with a young girl's just been killed

and the floor's just
fallen out of Gill's world.

Which is why I got here
as fast as I could,

to add this homicide to the pile
of 5 others that I have on my desk.

Yeah. You're the one
that's having a rough night.

And I noticed the door was--

was open, you know,
it was cracked

just a little. Uh...

So I--I went in.

She was still breathing.

Um, I took my scarf and I--

and I put, uh,
pressure on the wound,

and it got soaked
really fast.

So then I called 911.

Then, uh, and then
I called you.

And then I kept my hands there

for what felt like...

Forever, until
the paramedics arrived.

And was anyone there
when you arrived, uh,

outside maybe?

No, I don't think so,
but I wasn't...

You know, I--I didn't, uh,

know that Claire
had been hurt,

so I wasn't...

I wasn't...

Looking for that.

I'm very sorry
for your loss, Gillian.

I'll take that cup
of coffee now, please.

Isn't that Kyle?

You should take
Dr. Foster home now.

He's the one suing
Zach Morstein.

What's he doing here?

The Seekout app
on Claire's phone

puts Kyle at her apartment
at the time of the murder.

He's not your killer.
If he was your killer,

he'd have guilt all over him.

He's scared. He's confused.

Maybe he's hiding the guilt.

The nearest cell tower
also puts Kyle at Claire's apartment.

Our techs say it's
impossible to fake.

Your techs, have they met
Zach Morstein?

I go with the evidence
I've got. That's my job.

Do cops have
good health insurance?

What?
For hearing loss.

Listen to me,
very carefully.

That is not your killer.

Do you know what half a billion dollars
worth of angry feels like?

Can we go now?

Home?

Seriously?

That's my girl.

Do you ever
take a night off?

Claire would be touched
to know how much she meant to you.

Do you know who I am?

Who I was to Claire?

You're a shrink and Claire
had emotional problems.

Inflection went down
when you said her name.

You want control.

Ah. Vocal stress
analysis. Awesome.

Which one of you
reads palms?

I bet yours are sweaty.

And hairy.

Well, maybe this
was a suicide.

And maybe you killed her.

I'm guessing you have
trust issues.

Well, it's actually
not really a guess,

seeing as I know
you keep googling

your daughter's
boyfriend Liam.

Claire was your best friend.

But she was hiding
something from you.

I just love watching
your little brain work.

It's adorable.

If I was gonna
kill anyone,

wouldn't I
just kill Kyle?

The man was taking you
to court.

That would make you
a prime suspect.

Ah, but
I'm a super genius.

I would just kill him
and frame someone else.

Or is that sounding
a little farfetched?

Claire was screwing you.

No, I don't mean like that.

We both know you
you don't even got the guts

to buy a girl a drink.

I mean she was screwing you
business-wise.

Yeah.

I mean like that.

She had a secret,
and you know it.

Interesting.

If you knew exactly
what she was hiding,

but you don't.

This face-reading thing
really works, huh?

You know, I met a little boy once.
He was about 10.

He didn't have to say
anything.

I knew just what he did.

His eyebrows
were raised up,

just like yours are now,
and his jaw was slack.

He couldn't believe
what he'd just gone and done.

You are so bloody clever,

you can figure out
just about anything.

Except people.

Which is what
pisses you off the most.

Claire turned on you,

and just like
that little boy,

you threw a wobbler.

But instead of kicking
the family cat like him,

you killed your best friend.

Hackers in China tried to take
down our servers last year.

They failed.

They broke into Google,

but they couldn't beat my code.

If I was going to
kill anyone,

it would be
just like my programs.

Totally airtight.

That's just one statement

saying that Seekout's
entirely my creation

and Kyle Putnam
is due nothing.

Claire signed this
2 days ago.

So, you see,
Claire didn't turn on me.

She wasn't going
to help Kyle.

Unlike you and your cat,

I had no reason
to kill her.

Did you know

that Einstein
couldn't do maths?

Every genius has a weakness,

genius.

You been to the doctor's yet,

about your ears?

Kyle called Claire
3 times the day she was murdered.

Why would he do that?

And not for nothing,
but when I got him

in that interview room,
he looked pretty guilty to me.

Well, if you tell someone
often enough

that they're guilty, right,

pretty soon they're gonna
start looking guilty, don't you think?

I'm right about him.

Well, then, shouldn't you
be out there feeling his collar,

instead of standing here
flirting with me?

Feeling his collar?

Arresting him.

Or, just to cover
your ass,

you could get Zach
and Kyle

and put them in the cube.

Sounds like a hot date
to me.

Well, Kyle is hiding behind
the great wall of lawyers.

And as for Zach, I can't
just haul people in here

and accuse them of murder
without a good reason.

I'm telling you,
he did it.

You and Foster went
through a lot last night.

You got an ax to grind here
and I understand that.

But I'm gonna need
your help with this one.

If you need mine,
just ask.

Is it like a ringing noise
in your ears?

Do want me to take a look
at it for you?

I am a doctor, you know.

Can I help you?

Depends.
You got any mustard?

That's a first edition
from Lightman's office.

Why do people do that?

Do what?

Say, "can I help you?"

When you really mean,
"who the hell are you?"

Mustard?

Fridge.

And I know who you are.

Well, who are you?

Loker. Eli.

Door.

Mm.

Did Lightman hire you?

He gave me 100 bucks.

For what?

Charity.

Doesn't really
sound like Lightman.

What's he got you
doing?

I need to know what you and Torres
got from Zach's employees.

We are scouring the web.

We're looking for anyone who
Zach may have recently fired,

and maybe one of those people
will know something

about the secret
between Zach and Claire.

Kyle knows more
about Zach and Claire than anyone.

We just need
to get him talking.

You gonna clean that up?

That's not my mess.

So you're not gonna
clean it up, then.

Nice place, this.

Good coffee, free wifi,
no cellmates.

Relax. Calm down.
I'm on your side.

So, did you really call Claire
the day she was killed?

Or did Zach plant
that evidence, too?

What did you talk about?

I'm not saying anything
without my attorneys.

Well, then you're screwed,
aren't you?

What do you mean?

When I was about 10,
my dad accused me

of smoking one of
his cheap cigars.

He said if I come clean,

he'd forget about it.

So I told him that I did it,

and the bastard
walloped me anyway.

I mean, he really
went to town on me.

What's this have to do
with my lawyers?

Nothing. I mean,
they're great,

if you're negotiating
for 25% of the company,

but 25% of a life sentence
for a crime you didn't commit...

Well, then, you're getting
walloped anyway, aren't you?

You trying
to clear your name?

When we were in college,

Zach liked this girl,
but he was too shy to talk to her,

so he hacked
the local cell network

and read her texts to
try to get to know her.

Now, these programs, they
left these hidden files,

like breadcrumbs.

Now, if Zach left these
same files last night.

I can prove
that he's framing me.

No power at home?

Plenty. It's just that
the news vans are a little distracting.

Why'd you call her?

We were still friends.

I heard Zach was pissed
after your visit.

I just...I wanted
to make sure she was ok.

Ok.

I got power at my office.

And wifi.

No news vans, though.

Come on.

By the way,
I did smoke that cigar.

Just saying.

So...What are you
looking for, Detective?

Not exactly sure yet.

I'm still waiting on
the autopsy report.

Some people read faces,
I read crime scenes.

Oh, yeah?

School books
in a million-dollar penthouse.

A little girl
making grown-up money.

Oi.

You read this here,
Detective?

How do you reckon

grandma ended up
face-down by the sofa?

Knocked over
in the struggle.

Wh--

ok...

What? What, in the middle
of a crime scene?

Foster would kill me.

Not if you don't tell her.

Seriously?

Are you smoking crack?

All right, yeah.

No. Yeah.

Bear with me.

You're gonna love
this one.

You're Claire.

Claire had sex
before she was killed.

Oh, my God, you're good.

Well, aren't you
the lady-killer.

Are you familiar with
Einstein's definition of insanity?

Yep. Doing the same thing
over and over again

and expecting
different results.

It's kind of like you,
really,

coming in here,
night after night,

thinking that
this'll be the night

you finally belong.

Well, actually,
I'm surrounded by friends.

And ignoring the people
right next to you.

But they're not ignoring me.

Oh, yeah.
You're a young billionaire.

It's open season.

Especially now you're single.

I was wondering how long
it was gonna take you

to land on sex as a motive.

It wasn't my idea.
I got it from Claire.

There's a proportional relationship
between how crazy a girl is

and how slutty she is.
Claire had been in therapy for years.

You do the math.

So the whore
had it coming.

And Claire was so lucky
to have you in her life.

You know who's really nuts?

Therapists.

Your friend Foster
must be a real hellcat.

All that anger

just over sex.

You're Freud's wet dream,
you are.

Take a good long look,
Lightman.

Claire and I
were best friends.

Nothing more. Period.

Well, someone
had sex with her

before she was killed.

It wasn't me.

I had nothing
to do with this.

Now, if you'll
excuse me,

I have a funeral
to attend in the morning

and I'd really like
to get drunk first.

Morning, sunshine.

Oh. Hey.

Uh, I want to show
you something.

Why didn't you just tell us
about you and Claire?

What?

Claire.

You were sleeping with her,
weren't you?

No, I was not.

Was not.

As opposed to wasn't.

Extra emphasis
to sell the lie.

I can't talk about this.

Why? Because you're
the one who killed her?

No.

I'm the one that
found her, remember?

And I watched her choke

while I tried to stop
the bleeding.

Please...

But the hole
that the knife made...

It was just too big.

I didn't kill her.

I swear.

Now tell me
you didn't love her.

Now, why would he
keep that a secret?

You got me.

Claire was smart, funny,

beautiful.

I guess she just didn't
mean that much to you.

You don't know Zach.

He invades your life.
He controls everything.

Then why were you
friends with him?

You don't decide
to be friends with Zach.

He decides for you.

Being friends with Zach
has its benefits.

Nice watch, by the way.

When Claire and I...

Started, we knew
that Zach would freak,

so we agreed to keep it
a secret.

Zach found out somehow.

You know this for a fact?

He never said a word.

But one day he trusted me
and the next day I was out.

It looked like Claire
was next.

All right, you need to
tell someone this, Kyle.

The fact that I was
sleeping with her

only makes me look
more guilty.

Look, I found the breadcrumbs,
ok? I think so.

I just need to run
a few more tests.

All right, run with it.

Stop.

Go back.

You totally lost me.

These were the invisibles
that Zach left.

If we can just trace them
back to his IP.

That sounds like
a doddle.

What's an invisible?

It's like a hidden file.

Well, actually, these are
more like ghost files.

Does anyone here
speak english?

No!

What the hell did you do?

It's not me, it's Zach.
He planted a logic bomb.

You set off a virus
in my network?

What's it doing now?

It's deleting everything.

Your files, mine,
the damn breadcrumbs.

No matter how smart
you think you are,

Zach is always smarter.

I can trace the virus.

I can prove
that he destroyed evidence.

No, don't bother.

It's bound to be perfect.

Totally airtight.

I just lost the only proof
that Zach framed me.

What am I supposed to do?

Well, Mexico is nice.

Shazzer.

I have a warrant
for Kyle Putnam's arrest.

So if you happen to see him,

will you tell him
to turn himself in?

Oi.

Detective.

All right, Detective.

Why are we all here
at this late hour?

Hmm? Is my client
being investigated?

For the murder, no.

I just wanted to talk
to Claire's best friend.

I was hoping you could help.

Anything I can do.

Do you know if Claire
was seeing anyone?

I think she was involved
with Kyle.

Really?

'Cause I can't find
any proof of that.

Well, I'm sure if you
check phone records,

ims, texts, you know.

So how did you
know about this?

Did you seem them kissing?
Holding hands?

Did Claire ever actually tell you
that she was sleeping with Kyle?

It was just office gossip.

I should have mentioned it earlier,
but I didn't want to tarnish Claire's memory

with a rumor.

Are we done here?

Well, everything that I've
been able to find thus far,

it indicates that
they were only friends.

I need some kind
of hard physical evidence.

I have to prove that there was
something else or Kyle will walk.

All work and no play
makes Zach a crashing bore.

Something like that.

You're on private property.

While you're at it,

you might want to tell them
where you got those.

They're private messages
between Kyle and Claire, right?

You don't know
what you saw.

Kyle does.

That's the evidence
Wallowski needs.

Patched in your machine,
Zach.

You were spying on us.

Kyle, isn't there a warrant
out for your arrest?

How did you even find these?
They were anonymous accounts.

Created to hid your affair.

These prove that
you were sleeping with her.

And the fact
that you hacked in

proves that you knew
about it.

So what was the point?
I mean, really?

You're gonna leak those to Wallowski,
put him away for good, is that it?

Well, that's very clever.

You just gave us
your motive, Einstein.

I have signed documents

that prove Claire wasn't
helping him with the lawsuit.

She could do him
in the break room for all I care.

But you do care,
don't you?

'Cause you loved her.

Claire and I
were just friends.

You wanted more
than just a friendship.

I mean, all--
all those brains, right?

Claire hanson breaks
your little heart.

I'm worth a billion dollars.

Women literally
throw themselves at me.

But not Claire.

Do you really think I'd risk everything
I've built for one piece of ass?

No, not you.
Never you.

But this was about
something else.

Isn't it, son?

What do you mean?

3 friends in a boat, right?

One of them decides
to rock the thing.

So to save their own lives,
what do the other two do?

Throw him overboard.

Right.

You and Claire were
planning a takeover,

weren't you?

Yes.

Very good.

So, you struck first.

Attack the attacker.

You squeeze him out
of the company,

but you couldn't just
give Claire the boot, could you?

Claire was on my side.
She signed documents.

Because you forced her to.
Yeah, you did everything you could

to turn her into the girl
that you wanted her to be, right?

Loyal to you.
In love with you.

But she didn't love you.

You're in love with yourself.

That's your weakness.

Eh? Then, of course,
you found out

that she was
shagging this one.

I did not touch her.

Was Claire shocked when
you grabbed the knife, Zach,

huh? Did she scream?
Did you stand there and watch her bleed?

Did you?!

Go on.

Let it out.

Kick the cat, little boy.

You know you want to.

All the evidence
points to Kyle.

Whether he killed her
or not.

I still have
unlimited funds

and the best lawyers
on the planet.

The truth
doesn't matter.

Well, you're probably
right about that.

But, it does matter
who your friends are.

It's a handy little tool,
this,

for letting all your friends
know what you've been up to.

I still have
unlimited funds

and the best lawyers
on the planet.

The truth doesn't matter.

Everything you said
just went viral.

You just made yourself
the prime suspect.

You might want to call
them lawyers now...Son.

Anybody else was back here
without my permission, they'd be fired.

I'm guessing you threaten
lot of people.

You're fired.

I'm not even hired yet.

You read that book?

Guess you don't want this,
then, huh?

I paid for it.

100 bucks?
No, that was expenses.

It's all here, though.

Photos, notes,

where he went,
what he did--real specific.

You know, this kid
you had me follow, he's a bad dude.

Fights, drugs, sex.

Lots of sex.
I mean like a farm animal.

There's this one
cute little--

be careful.

Come on, open it.

You're winding me up.

100 bucks for a week's work.
Who's winding up who?

There's nothing in it.

Then open it. Find out.

Here. Give it here.

That's the photo
I gave you earlier.

And nothing else.

What you get for spying
on your daughter's man.

And yet you checked up
on him anyway.

Yeah.

When he wasn't in school,
nose in his books.

Football practice, that little
singing club they do...

Glee club.
That's very funny.

Yeah, he ain't like
you and me.

I think he's what they call
an upstanding citizen.

You speak
for yourself, son.

Your daughter seems like
a smart girl.

If you don't trust her
with the guy she's seeing

or the guy she's gonna see...

This is coming from
a parent, right?

Yeah. I got a kid.

How old?

She'll be 3 this June.

So that's a mouth
to feed, then.

I get by.

You could try showing
just a little respect.

Well, how do you know
I'm not?

What, showing respect?

Trying.

I'm out of cash.

Will a check do?

Respect?

What you really need
is the truth, sir,

and what I really need
is a job.

Claire talked
about you a lot.

I, um, I found this
at her place.

She would have wanted
you to have it.

When did you first meet her?

When she was 12.

She made those with you.

Child psychology 101.

For the first 4 sessions,

Claire didn't talk at all.

Then you brought those in.

We just sat
and made necklaces.

Well, you got her head
screwed on right.

More or less.

Yeah, the truth is, that's about
the best you can ever hope for.

Come here.

What's your excuse
with me, then, eh, Gillian?

I got a maths problem
for you, Einstein.

You got a billion dollars,

your friend takes half,
your lawyers take 5% a month.

How long till you run out
of friends?

I don't have to sit here
and listen to this.

Don't, then.
It's a free country.

Oh. Sorry.

Ok. What?

I've recommended
to the judge

you be sentenced
to a mental hospital.

Why would you do that
for me?

You framed an innocent man.

You hacked my computers.

You hurt a very close
friend of mine.

You murdered
a wonderful young girl.

Now, prison will only
take your freedom.

But at a hospital...

The pills they'll give you,

they'll take your mind.

And make no mistake...

Dr. Foster
will make sure of that

personally.

Hi there.

Where's Liam?

Hmm. Ironic.

The one time
you get his name right

and it's the same
day that...Hmm.

Hey.

You all right?

Mm, yeah, I'm fine.

Ok.

Liam's a bloody idiot.

I actually broke up
with him.

Really?

Why? What'd he do?

Nothing.
That's kind of the point.

All right.

Go on, you can tell me.

Go on.
You know you can.

You know you're gonna
tell me in the end.

So, that's you and me.

It's, you know,
all the way, no secrets--

Liam...Doesn't believe in
sex before marriage.

Are you laughing?

No. No, I'm--no, no.

I mean, you never know.

All that exercise was just
a substitute for something else.

A total waste of a good
pair of hamstrings.

You know, you can be
a real jackass sometimes.

You just finding
that out now, are you?

You're funny.

I know.

It's tragic.

I have a question.

Uh-oh.

What's that look mean?

Gillian.

Do you love her?

Of course I do, darling.
Of course I love her.

No, I mean,
really love her?

Yeah.

Well, what are you
waiting for?

I don't have an answer
for that one, love.