Lie to Me (2009–2011): Season 3, Episode 7 - Veronica - full transcript

Time of death,

Six thirty-four pm.

Rose.

Oh, my God.

I didn't see you. I'm so sorry.

You drove straight into me.

I hit you? It was a total accident.

He tell you to make it look
like an accident?

- What?
- You heard me.

- I need to call an ambulance.
- No, don't do that.

He killed Rose.



I saw it.
And now he's coming after me.

Who?

- Let me help you.
- I can manage.

I'm twenty-four, not eighty.

Take this.

Sweetheart, you need it.

I really could have hurt you.

I want to go home
before he gets here.

- Charlie.
- You know him.

No, I need to get you to a hospital.

I live at 105 Addison,

Columbia Heights.

No hospital.

It's too dangerous. He'll be there.



105 Addison. Got it.

I'm Emily, by the way.

Veronica.

Are you sure
this is the right place?

Where have you brought me?

Well, my phone says 105 Addison.

Oh, my God.

I'm old.

Who wrote this on my hand?

Well, no, wait.

- You all right?
- I'm fine. Can you help her, dad?

- Who's he?!
- I'm her dad. Who are you?

Did Charlie send you?

Dad, this is Veronica.

You all right?

First she tries to run me over
with her car.

Is that right?

- Are you hurt?
- Take me home. It's not safe.

Where's home?

Veronica, where's home?

It's...

It's on the tip of my tongue.

Who's this Charlie fella?

He killed my sister Rose.

Now he's coming after me.

You think I'm crazy, imagining it.

Here.

Pop this on.

Thank you, Burt.

My knight in shining armor.

Always to the rescue
when I need it the most.

You must be hungry, too.

Why don't you have some water?
It'll help you out.

{\pos(192,240)}I'll be right back.

What happened to you?

{\pos(192,240)}Life.

{\pos(192,240)}I'm not wearing those.

Who are you? What is this place?

How did I get here?

{\pos(192,240)}Oh, my God.

{\pos(192,240)}Hi, Veronica.

It's Emily.
We brought you here, remember?

{\pos(192,230)}This is where my dad works.

{\pos(192,230)}I should do that, don't you think?

Look at you, young man.

What?

{\pos(192,230)}I know your porn face
and that's not it.

{\pos(192,230)}It's not schizophrenia.
Biometrics don't indicate drugs.

{\pos(192,230)}It's what we thought Alzheimer's.

- How old is she?
- Late 50s to 60s.

{\pos(192,230)}That's early onset. She's exhausted.

{\pos(192,230)}She's been running around,
poor woman.

{\pos(192,230)}Have one of the others
check the name Albert or Burt

against the address
that she gave Emily.

This is not a matter for the police?

She's got Alzheimer's, poor woman.

{\pos(192,230)}Whatever she's running from
is very real to her.

So either the danger's genuine
or she's gonna kill herself running.

- I'm not gonna give her to the police.
- Don't take this the wrong way,

{\pos(192,230)}- who are you to make that decision?
- I'm her husband.

Do you know
why bruises change color?

{\pos(192,230)}When blood vessels burst,

{\pos(192,230)}hemoglobin leaks into the layers
of your skin to clean it up,

the body sends in clusters
of white blood cells

to break down the iron
and other proteins.

As iron is digested,
the color changes.

Are you a doctor?

I was a nurse.

And that's how Burt and I first met.

One night he walked into
the emergency room

with a bad stomach,
doubled over in agony.

But when I went to prep him,
he tried to hide the pain,

acting like he didn't want
to be any trouble.

He even started cracking jokes.

I could see how he was suffering
but that he wanted to appear strong

{\pos(192,230)}in front of me for some reason.

But...

{\pos(192,230)}When I was checking his pulse,

he took both my hands, saying...

{\pos(192,230)}He could read in my eyes

how much of a toll
my job was taking on me

and that I should find
something, someone

to help take the pressure off.

{\pos(192,230)}Let's just say...

He was that someone

and gave me that something
that changed my life.

He...

{\pos(192,230)}had a way of looking in my eyes.

Funny how there really
are no accidents in life.

What was wrong with him?

Do you know why bruises
change color?

When blood vessels burst,
hemoglobin leaks

under the layers of your skin...

I got off the phone with Wallowski.

Oh, yeah?

I beg your pardon? She was a resource
for all of us, not just you.

She wrote this on her hand
to trigger her memory

and it's only tormenting her more.

See? The cops...

- would never have thought to do that.
- Speaking of cops, a Burton...

a Burton and Veronica Sloan
lived at 105 Addison.

They moved to an apartment
in Chevy Chase ten years ago.

Nice suburbia.

- That would do anyone's head in.
- Burt died 3 years ago.

You see what I mean?

She had a younger sister, Rose,

who was found dead
in her apartment in 1968.

An unsolved murder.

Does it say anything in that report

about a suspect name Charles,
Charlie?

There was only one main suspect,

and it was little more than a hunch.

Veronica.

What's the odds my new missis
forgot that part, too?

Mr. Sloan.

- Who's asking?
- Mr. Gus Sloan?

I told you already,
I'm doing my best

to scrape the payment together.

- There's no need to come...
- We found your brother's widow

wandering around alone
late at night.

Excuse me? What...

Mind if I come in?

- She's fine, by the way.
- Do you have a badge I can see?

We're not police officers,
Mr. Sloan.

We're trying
to help your sister-in-law.

- Good samaritans.
- No, that's her department.

Me, I got a teenage daughter

who almost ran over
that nice lady last night,

and she's a little bit distressed,
which has a way of getting me going.

- You know what I mean?
- When did Veronica move out?

You look sad,

Mr. Sloan. When I say sad,
what I mean is ashamed.

You play the piano?

No, that was Veronica's.

I don't know
if you've committed a family member

- into care...
- My grandfather.

I know what you're going through,
and I'm sorry.

Where did she move to?

Horizons Extended Care
and Residence.

Did they call you?

- First time I'm hearing of it.
- Cause if they had...

Right, you'd be way more worried.

I'm sorry.
You knock on my door at dawn,

- I invite you into...
- Veronica's home?

Former home.
And you didn't invite us in,

I barged in.

Let's get that bit right.

Mr. Sloan, Veronica thinks
someone's trying to kill her.

Charlie, right?

You know him?

It's not the first time
the name's come up.

Charlie is some kind of figment

of Veronica's imagination.

I, for one,

believe her.

What's going on,
some kind of garage sale, is it?

She gonna get any of the cash
that you get from her stuff?

I mean, her piano.

She went through all the money
Burt left her.

I had to take a reverse mortgage
on this place to pay for her care.

My Uncle...

was put into care.

At the end, even on his deathbed,

there were things that he never,

ever forgot.

Veronica's ill...

not paranoid.

I think I got this right.

- Ready?
- Today is March 10, 1968.

This is Detective Montrose

interviewing Veronica Sloan.

Did your sister Rose have enemies,
anyone who'd want to hurt her?

Not at all. Everyone loved her.

What about you? Do you love Rose?

How can you ask that?

I'd trade places in a heartbeat
if I could.

The only thing I hear
is survivor's guilt.

When was the last time you saw?

That morning.
We met for coffee for about an hour.

- And you never saw her after that?
- Hear the difference in response speed

- between those two answers?
- The no was quicker.

People get frustrated.
Especially if they're innocent.

Frustration has a sharper edge.

Did you hear how emotional
she was earlier in the tape?

That last no was rehearsed.

Veronica knew something.

Do you know where you are, Veronica?

I don't remember this place, Burt,

but it smells awfully
like a hospital to me.

Hello, Veronica.

Come on.

- Who is that? Do you know who he is?
- No, I've never seen him before.

- What are you doing here?
- I came to see Veronica.

- Is that a problem?
- Hi, Veronica.

I'm sorry, have we met?

- You're not Burt.
- No, I'm not, love.

But I am a friend.

This is my daughter Emily.

- Dr. Joshua Hamill.
- How do you do?

Hello, Veronica.
I was worried about you.

But you're home now.

Dr. Lightman, I can't thank you enough
for bringing her back.

I have Alzheimer's,
don't I, Dr. Hamill?

Can I talk to you
for a minute, outside?

I'm only 60.

Did you know that?

Can we hold off on those,
just for a minute?

I want her thinking straight
for a while longer.

Lucidity is never a given at this stage,
I'm sorry to say.

- Vincent Olson, resident psychiatrist.
- Right you are.

She's lucid now.

Alzheimer's patients like Veronica
need their meds,

or there's a possibility they could
hurt themselves and/or the staff.

Veronica could use
some companionship,

and I'm sure a few more hours
medication-free shouldn't hurt.

As long as there's a good reason,
I'll sign off.

When we found her, she was running away
from somebody called Charlie.

She says she saw kill her sister.

Her sister died in 1968.

No, her sister was killed in 1968.

And she was a suspect.

What are you saying?

She thinks saw Charlie kill her sister.
Now she's afraid he's coming after her.

I can help her with that.

More than those pills.

Rose.

Is that you and Burt?

No, that's someone else.

Someone that hurt you, right?

You were engaged to someone
before Burt.

What happened, love?

Charlie Eaton.

Charlie?

Veronica Sloan says
you killed her sister.

Are you from the home?

It must have been right about
the same time as you went to Vietnam.

Bit of a coincidence, though,
don't you think?

Your fiancee's sister...

getting killed on the same day
that you signed up for duty.

You get off my property right now,
whoever you are.

What happened
between you and Veronica, then?

That's none of your damn business.

You missed a bit.

Body language shows overt affection
between Veronica, Charlie, and Rose.

You're missing the most obvious bit.

Two months later, all that is gone.

No warmth between Veronica and Charlie.
Rose can't even look at her sister.

Stop trying to read the faces for a sec
and just use your bloody eyes.

You could just tell us
instead of belittling our work.

Push in on that one.

See, that's why Charlie lost his touch
with the rake today.

She's not even aware
that she's rubbing her tummy.

What were little more than bee stings
two months earlier are now...

dead heat in a zeppelin race.

Lovely. Thank you.

I'll bet her ankles are swollen.

I'll bet she's busting for a pee.

She's pregnant.

Genius.

You were engaged to Veronica, right?

But you got her sister up her duff.

Pregnant, in layman's terms.

You got 5 seconds to get off this
property before I go get my shotgun.

Veronica's got Alzheimer's.

She's convinced
that you killed her sister Rose.

You gonna run away again?
I can see you got something to say.

- Are you a cop?
- No, I'm not.

Authority issues?

- You got a name?
- Lightman.

She thinks I'm her husband Burt.

I hear he was a good man.

Good husband.

She was hard to forget,
I would imagine.

You have no idea.

It was a one-time thing with Rose.

A mistake.

That would be some great swimmers
and some lousy luck.

I promised I'd do right by her.

But when Veronica found out,

she and the rest of the family,
they wanted to kill me.

So you ran away...

to Vietnam.

I didn't kill Rose, Mr. Lightman.

But you're saying Veronica did?

Where do you get that?

Right there.

You think her Alzheimer's
is masking her guilt, do you?

That's a new one.

Rose betrayed Veronica.

You need to face facts.
It's quite possible Veronica killed her.

You think...

It's strong as an ox.

Do you think
I should let Emily drive it?

- 'Cause it's very...
- Fancy.

Powerful.

Don't tell me
it hasn't crossed your mind.

Alzheimer's affects
short-term memory first.

Long-term memory
is often the last to go.

That's what's happening to her,
is it?

Where are you going?

Veronica's old place.
Pick her up and bring her there.

- What, to see Gus?
- No, to resurrect Burt.

Can I get your coat?

Darling, how are you?

Who are you?

Where's Burt?

Can I get you a drink?

It's a Manhattan, right?

- I think I might be out of cherries.
- It's all taken care of. Don't worry.

Come through. Take a seat.

Carnations. My favorite.

You shouldn't have.

You two, you just sit
and get to know each other.

One Manhattan coming.

I sure hope you two know
what you're doing.

Yeah, me, too.

No cherry for Burt.

What happened to my piano?

Drinks all around.

There you go.

- One for you.
- Thank you.

In 1968,

when you were interviewed
about Rose's death,

why didn't you tell the truth?

Who's this woman in my house, Burt?

- This is a friend of mine.
- In my house?

You think I don't know
what's going on?

You were jealous of Rose and Charlie
back then, weren't you?

Just like you're jealous now.

Charlie killed them all, Burt.

Every single one.

Rose, Natalie...

Bob Urqhart,

and the neighbor, Mrs. Baird.

Rose didn't want to have
Charlie's baby.

No, you didn't want her
to have his baby.

There was this woman I knew.

Said she could take care of things.

Rose died having a...

I was a nurse.

I knew better.

Here.

This is just soda water, Burt.

With a cherry on top.

Thanks. I appreciate it.

- You saw that, right?
- The contempt for Charlie?

But she hates herself
more than she hates Charlie.

She killed her sister
trying to abort his baby.

Really? Are you sure about that?

All right, then. Out with it.

You seem to have changed your mind
about her illness masking her guilt.

- I disagree.
- Disagree with what?

That what we do doesn't work better
'cause we agree all the time.

That's not what I'm talking about.

Back in 1968, Veronica thought
she was doing the right thing. Right?

And it's still killing her.

Before you say we should go to
the police, I beg to differ on that.

You make me so mad sometimes.

I know.

Anything else?

So I made a couple of calls.

And Mrs. Baird is alive and well
and living in Boston.

And Mr. Urqhart...

died in a helicopter crash in 1999.

She's mixing up people from the present
with people from the past.

Including Charlie?

All right?

It's a motorcycle accident.

26 years old.

Been in a coma 8 months they say.

You a relative of Veronica's?

Now and then, yeah.

- Frank Stoll.
- How do you do?

Can't tell you how much she lifted
my daughter's spirits.

Gretchen died last night.

I'm sorry.

She wanted Veronica to have this.
She painted it herself.

It's a rose.
It's what Veronica always called her.

It's her sister's name.

12 residents dead
in the last 6 months,

including Gretchen, who was only 17.

Well, thank you.

Veronica, love,

do you know these people?

Mrs. Baird.

Natalie.

Bob Urqhart.

Rose.

Thanks, love.

All people from this place.

So the Charlie
she's scared of is in here,

somewhere,

killing people.

Dr. Hamill.

Sorry I'm late. I had a meeting
and it ran over for a couple of minutes.

20 minutes.

You got a tee time or something?
You call me here to your fishbowl

to accuse me of incompetence
and you keep me waiting 20 minutes.

No one's accused you
of anything yet.

Do you always enjoy
this level of antagonism?

It's like oxygen to me.

Dr. Hamill. Hi.

Angels of death follow
a very specific pathology.

Angel of death.

Is that what you think this is?

They take pleasure
in power over others,

a God complex.

I've been practicing medicine
for 20 years...

Then you'd know the type.

Someone with an intimate knowledge
of medicine.

Don't you think I would know if one
of my employees was killing patients?

Your patients are dropping
like flies, doctor.

How long do you want to
continue with the small talk?

I've read the autopsy reports,
in detail.

The deaths you are talking about

are all unrelated.

That kind of emphatic denial
with stress on every word

is a sign of condescending
deception, doctor.

There's no angel of death
on my staff.

Do you vet everyone
that you hire personally?

- Yes.
- Good.

I want total access.

Residents...

Staff.

Did you ever get angry at a patient?

Ever have a bedpan emptied on you?

Do you ever feel happy
when a resident dies?

Relieved, sometimes.

It's complicated.

You must know.

I used to get upset.

But after a while,
you get used to it, you know?

The deaths.

The next day
at your kid's soccer game,

you put it out of your mind.

One thing these people have in common
is professional numbness.

You know, like cops...

and gallows humor.

I've got this one.

- What's your name?
- Frazier.

Why can't I talk to her?

- You like what you do, Frazier?
- I need my job.

You know what I mean,
in a straight answer?

I bring the stink of horizon
home with me every day.

Shower twice to scrub it all out.

I shaved my head to save shampoo.
Is that straight enough for you?

And yet you still love what you do?

Those people, yeah.

Every day I learn
something new from them.

- Such as?
- Life is short.

Let's say, you disrespect them,
you disrespect me.

- How long you worked there?
- 6 years.

You ever think about quitting?

Not so long as there's patients
who want to fight, no.

You're the only person
that we've talked to...

that loves what they do.

Then you think I'm crazy?

Bonkers. Yeah.
But that's another story.

Is there anyone else there
that cares like you do?

Dr. Olson.

How you doing? All right?

Sometimes they just surrender.

You believe that, do you?

Neither do I.

There comes a time
when they should be allowed to go.

What about this one?

Did she want to...

go?

Or did she want to fight?

Or don't you know for sure?

Have a think.

Get back to me.

She looks so peaceful.

Doesn't she?

You really helped her, you know.

Put her mind at rest.

Or the best you could.

Playing the role of her husband Burt
when she really needed it.

I want to thank you for that.

Are you thanking me on her behalf?

I just came to say goodbye.

I'm going to leave
you two alone now.

You robbed a man of his daughter.

And then you just move on.
How many times have you done this?

If you're talking
about Gretchen Stoll,

what if I were to tell you
she needed a lot more than her father?

More than her earthly father,
you mean.

Imagine being so riddled with disease,
you can't respond.

Every day a living hell.

Wouldn't you want someone
to come along

and bring a peaceful,
dignified end to your pain?

Someone play God?

What do you think doctors are doing
when they put a preemie in an Incubator?

Or conversely, perform an abortion

or put someone in a vegetative state
on life support?

We play God in many different ways.

What about all the other people
you killed?

I mean,
did you ask their permission?

This is a hypothetical discussion,
Dr. Lightman.

I beg your pardon,
did we get our wires crossed?

Charlie.

That's the trigger.

The white coat is the trigger.

She thinks you're Charlie,

who she blamed
for her sister's death.

I...

Killed Rose...

Trying to abort your baby.

I know you know, and now
you want to kill me.

Veronica, I'm a doctor.

My job is to help you.

Can you ever forgive me
for what I did, Charlie?

Of course I forgive you, Veronica.

But the question is, can he?

- What are you doing?
- Emily let me in.

Oh, yeah?

I brought you your usual.

What are we drinking to, then?

Well, I came here to thank you.

- For what, exactly?
- For this.

For taking away my desk.

How'd you get that thing?

- Call it research.
- All right.

You were trying
to be like me, were you?

Oh, you wish.

I thought you was
on the hunt for a new job.

Yeah, well...

- You heard about the economy, right?
- Oh, yeah.

You know, research

almost killed me once or twice.

- Papua, New Guinea?
- Papua, New Guinea?

Downtown, D.C.

You do what we do,

right.

It's gonna hurt.

Don't push it.

Hello, Mark.

It's Dr. Olson.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Goodbye, Mark.

God works in mysterious ways, eh?

You just gave him saline solution.

You should learn
to keep your office locked.

You think I enjoy this.

You just made a unilateral
decision to end a life.

And prevent pain.

Shame on you.

You don't have to worry about
Charlie anymore. He's gone.

Who's Charlie?

Someone you don't need
to worry about, darling.

Oh. You leaving?

- Off to work.
- You'll be back for dinner, though?

Soon.

We brought something for you.

My piano.

All those 911 calls.

I never believed her.
I gave up on her.

You're doing everything you can.

- You OK?
- You need to stop that. Come on.

- You like your phone, do you?
- Yeah. Why?

What about this car?
You like this car?

- Sure.
- Which one do you like best?

It's not really a matter
of liking, dad.

- It's a matter of necessity.
- It's necessity?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

That makes me the plonker, then.

You're acting weird, dad.
Are you OK? Is this about Veronica?

Nice try.

Well, I mean, did you ever
hold mom's hands that way?

I miss her, too, dad.

Pick one for the next month.

- One what?
- The phone or the car. Pick one.

Hey, Liam. Would you mind
picking me up at my house?

- Liam?
- OK.

Sorry, that's my dad.
OK, see you soon.

New chauffeur.

You think this is funny.

Thanks for helping Veronica.
It really meant a lot to me.

- Don't do that.
- Do what?

That.

- 'Cause I'm angry with you.
- I know.

And... and I'm sorry. Really.

Come on.