Prime Suspect (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 11 - The Great Wall of Silence - full transcript

You know, you don't have to talk
about what happened, Detective,

or about how you feel.
It's just, uh...

The only mandatory thing here
is your presence.

I took a shower
that morning at home,

before I went to work,

and I left my underpants

on the floor in the bathroom.

You know, my mom lives
in the same building,

different apartment,
and she had my laundry basket.

I mean,
I would've put them in it,

but she had it so...
I left them there.



And I'm in the woods,

this guy's shooting at us,
and I'm thinking...

Whoever comes to my apartment
after I'm dead

to get my... effects...

Is gonna see my underpants
on the floor,

and they're gonna think,
"that's what he does.

Who he is."

I'm thinking, why did
I leave them there?

Stupid, right?

Worrying about my dun-dun-dahs
on the floor.

I'm--I'm sorry,
your what?

My, you know...

My briefs, you know?

Dun-dun-dun-daaaah!



- Detective Timoney.
- Yes.

Detective Velerio here.

Witnesses are all here
in the dining area,

victim's in the basement.
Basement stairs are that way.

- Who called it in?
- Anonymous.

I hate that guy.

Hey, there, miss Patty.
Hey.

Ooh. I hear male victim
of homicide

in a restaurant basement
in Chinatown,

I do not picture
a white businessman.

Well, .44 through the stomach

and out through the spine,
it looks like.

We got a lot of little
bits of bone on the floor,

and the slug was in the wall.

I.D.? Cell phone?

- Right there.
- You got it.

- Lemme see the phone.
- Yeah.

Oh, we got a family man maybe.

Hmm. James Paget
is the family man's name.

Lives off of 10th Avenue
around near Manhattan Plaza.

He eating here with his family,

- or what?
- They're not here if he was.

So what's he doing
down in this neighborhood?

- Or down in this basement?
- Well, although I don't know

what he's doing
down in this basement,

they got a poker game here.
On the second floor.

Maybe he was here for that.

By which you mean
the type of poker game

that seeks to advance and profit
from unlawful gambling--

- Yeah.
- Poker game?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Man, if I had
that kind of scratch,

I'd be right up there with him.

In a hypothetical world
that is not this one,

- because that would be
illegal, Janie... - Come on.

- Uh, prints and blood work.
- Got it.

Please.

Wait. Do you hear that?

Don't hear anything.

Exactly.

That seems not good.

- What?
- The hell happened?

I talked to all
the witnesses I could

before everyone just left.

Once he showed up, they couldn't
get out of here fast enough.

Who's he?

Hello, there.
I'm Detective Timoney.

And you would be...

Richard Zee-hoo,

- Attorney at Law.
- Close.

Uh, Zhou, legal counsel
to Mr. Ma.

He's the owner
of the restaurant.

Uh-huh. Does Mr. Ma
need legal counsel?

I mean, I'll just tell you
right up front,

the first thing
I'm gonna ask him

is why there's a dead body
in his basement.

So that can't
be too surprising.

Well, my number's there, so...

If you need to talk to Mr. Ma,
of course I'll be happy

to arrange for him
to come to the precinct.

Is there any other assistance
I can offer at this time?

Well, yes. I've been hearing
as soon as you showed up,

all of our potential
witnesses took off.

So did you say something
to them perhaps?

Oh, of course not.
Now please excuse us, Detective.

'Course not...

That's Richard Zhou?
Never actually seen his face.

Why, is he somebody?

He's the lawyer
for the president

of the Pinyin Benevolent
Association.

George Lin.

- Is he somebody?
- In this neighborhood?

He's the somebody.

Well, okay, like...
He's a mobster, or--

A benevolent mobster,
apparently, Ev.

Guys, it's ringing.

Uh-uh-uh, no, no,
no, no, please.

Please, you answer it.
If that's the wife

and she hears my voice first,
she's gonna think

he's been having an affair,
and it's a whole thing.

Right, sure. My voice
will just tell her he's dead.

Yep.

Hello.

I just...
Had this feeling.

So--but we didn't call
the police till midnight,

and you're telling me
he was dead by then.

I don't--I'm sorry,
I don't understand

what happened to James.

You said he was shot,
but where?

- Chinatown.
- What--what does that mean?

Where in Chinatown?
What does that mean?

Uh, in a building
where they were running

an illegal poker game, and...

We're looking into
whether your husband

might have been
one of the players.

He wasn't.

I don't know what he was
doing there, but it wasn't that.

So he didn't gamble at all.

Not any more.
Not for years.

He did, though.

And how many years
is "not for years"?

No, I am telling you
he didn't do that any more.

Okay, I-I always knew
when he was lying before.

- I would've known now.
- Wait--

I'm sorry, what do you mean
"lying about it"?

You mean he'd fallen
off the wagon before,

started gambling again
and tried to hide it from you?

Is how I know
it's different this time.

What's, uh, Mr. Paget's
partner's name again?

Walt? Could you
write down his name

- and number for us, ma'am?
- Listen to you.

I am telling you that he was not
down there for gambling, okay?

Whyever he was down there,
I don't know.

It is your job to figure out
another reason, isn't it?

Okay? And he bet on horses.
He hated cards.

Horses was always his thing.

He didn't wanna sit around
with other people

and talk to them
when he bet, okay?

And if he was gonna put us
through that pain again,

it wouldn't have been
to play poker.

No, please.
He was such...

It cannot be
what it looks like.

It's okay. Mrs. Paget,
we're very sorry for your loss,

and I promise you
we're gonna look

into everything
that you told us--we are.

But you also have to think
about the possibility

that we may come back
with something that, uh...

- You're not gonna wanna hear.
- You won't.

You won't.
And i-i-if you do,

it means you failed.

Prime Suspect 01x11
"The Great Wall of Silence"
Original airdate: December 22, 2011

So between you and Mr. Paget,
who did what around here?

Well, I was basically
the design guy.

James did all
the heavy lifting,

and the approvals,
the financing.

You know, getting the building
actually built.

Did you see Mr. Paget

- the night he was killed?
- We were here.

There was a zoning variance
we were dealing with.

And how late did it go till?

Till about 8:00.

Then I asked him
if he wanted to grab a beer,

and he said he couldn't,
and I, uh...

Something seem like
it was going on with him, sir?

- Is that it?
- Look,

I don't wanna be that person
that says anything,

'cause that's not
right with me.

That doesn't seem right.

Mr. Paget's wife
had mentioned to us

that he had had issues
with gambling, sir.

Look, I know James
for 20-some-odd years,

and it never infected anything
that was going on around here.

But it's an addiction, right?

And it's something
that you're born with.

It never goes away completely.
You got it for life.

But he was doing really well
for a long time.

So I convinced myself
that it was nothing.

So whatcha thinking?

I'm thinking that Mrs. Paget's
not gonna be too happy with us.

And, uh, I need to stop
at the dry cleaners

- before I forget.
- Forget what?

My dress for the, uh, racket.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

So not only am I getting
a major award tonight,

but you're gonna be wearing
a dress while I do it?

- Uh, yeah.
- Whoo!

- Short?
- No.

- Heels?
- Yes.

- Arms?
- Maybe.

Whoo, I like it.

Detective of the month.
It's just a plaque from

the Retired
Detectives' Association,

so have some perspective,
will you?

Well, I'm gonna have it made
into a belt buckle.

So you get ready for that.

- I bet you are.
- Yup.

Well, these are
pretty delicious right here.

Uh-huh.

Zongzi. I'm glad
you like them.

Well, they're hitting the spot.

What's in them?

Mung bean paste
fried with sugar.

Which is why
I shouldn't have asked.

So Mr. Lin, sir,
you do know

about the murder
on Baxter street?

The restaurant basement?

Yes. Terrible.

Yeah, that's kind of
how we felt

when your lawyer,
Richard Zhou, showed up

and scared off
all our witnesses.

Scared them off?

- Mm.
- I am very sorry.

That was not
anyone's intention.

Only that it's
my responsibility to...

Counsel the business people
of this area.

You see, tourism
is our main industry,

and trouble
is bad for business.

So that's all that was.

Just your guy coming down

to watch the restaurant
owner's back.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

So if you are
delighted to help us,

which I believe you are,
here's how:

Why don't you send
those witnesses

down to the precinct
so we can do our job?

I wish I could.

But what you're asking
just doesn't seem possible.

Well, then, guess I'll just
have to think of something else.

The police action happened
last night around midnight--

- Turn it up.
- Dozens of uniformed

and plainclothes officers raided
a well-known gambling parlor

here in Chinatown.

Details are sketchy,
but residents who refuse

to go on camera
say that this place

has been in operation
for some time.

You gonna get that?

Want something to drink?

Yeah, lemme get a water.

Know what?
Fish crap in water.

It's your wife.

It's a good burrito.

All right.
I get it.

You know she's gonna
keep on calling you, right?

I get it.
I been there, buddy.

Have you?

You might think
you've been there,

but you're just
circling the airport.

Me? I'm living in the middle
of downtown there.

Let's go.

- Hey, hey, guys?
- Yeah.

James Paget went to
a gamblers anonymous meeting

twice a week at noon.
35th and Park.

Can you hit that up,
see what it gives us?

- Yeah, sure. Jane.
- What?

- Detective Timoney.
- Yes, Chief Bondlow.

How are you?

You the one behind
this Chinatown raid?

Uh, yes, I am, sir.

Uh, we got a guy shot dead
in a basement and...

Weren't getting very much
cooperation, so I thought

I'd rattle some cages.

Let me explain
something to you, okay?

The Chinatown voting bloc
accounts for 1.1%.

Our mayor won
the last election by .7%

- Mm.
- You know, our mayor,

who appoints
the police commissioner,

who in turn gives the chief
of detectives his job--

And a very good job
you're doing, sir,

- I must say.
- Yeah. All right.

You're just gonna stop
jamming up

George Lin's neighborhood,
all right?

'Cause they're gonna
cooperate with you now.

George.

Hello, Mr. Lin.

Detective.
I've done everything I can

to find the person
responsible for this murder--

everything.

But they can't be found,
not in my community.

Now, I assure you,

if they could be found,
I would have found them.

I'm very sorry.

Yeah, me too.

- Chief.
- Thanks, George.

Can I have the toxicology please?

Yeah, it's here.
It's all clean.

No drugs, no booze even.

Whatever else is up
with this Paget,

he's completely
substance-free.

Speaking of Paget...

Hello, Mrs. Paget.
How are you?

I'm so sorry I haven't
returned your phone calls.

I've been waiting
to have something

a little more concrete
that I can tell you.

Do you, Detective?

Uh, not yet.
I'm sorry.

It's fine.

That's not
why I came here, so...

This is my son Ethan.

I wanted you to meet him,
to see his face.

Mom.

James would have done
anything for him.

He was doing anything
that he could to be strong

and be there for his son.

Hey, Ethan, we are going

to find out
who killed your father,

all right?
Okay.

- Do you wanna come in
- for a soda?

No, I'm okay.

Maybe you don't like me.

And at this point,
I'm sure that you don't.

But it's not about me.
It's about my son.

Can you find out what happened
to James for him?

All right?

Come on.

Uh, 'scuse me,
Mrs. Paget?

I can tell you this:

Your husband's toxicology
reports came back clean.

No alcohol, no drugs,

and the leads we're following

with the Chinatown
gambling community

haven't turned up
anything yet, so...

Tell me something I don't know.

James had his ups
and downs with this, yeah.

Like everybody else does,
but not for almost five years.

- That's what we heard.
- You been the sponsor

- the whole five years?
- Longer.

I sponsored him his first
meeting nine years ago,

and I've been hanging in there
with him ever since.

He's a good man.

Well, did he--did he
say anything lately

to you to make you think that
he was having trouble again?

You know, you can hold
the line on this thing

for 20 years,

and then the wind blows funny,

and you're right back
at the table.

Or whatever your poison is.

But James had
something happen. Um...

His kid was riding his bike,
he got clipped by a car--

- Clipped the kid?
- Yeah.

The kid's at the hospital.

The wife's trying
to reach James,

and James is at the track.

- Oh.
- He's betting the exacta box.

He's ignoring his phone.

So you think that's what set
him on the straight and narrow?

He was like a different person.

Like he was tested,
he was found wanting,

and he was never
gonna let it happen again.

I-if I know
anything about this--

I believe that.

All right. Well,
I thank you for your time.

- Yeah.
- Appreciate it.

Okay, here's something
I thought I'd never, ever say.

- What?
- You're making me

feel bad for your wife.

Are you serious?

You're not gonna say anything?

What do you want me to say?

You know how me
and Marcella fight, right?

I get maybe two,
I get three wins a year.

- I gotta pick my battles.
- Okay.

The other night, right?
She comes up to me, she says,

"okay if my sister's coming
to town next month?"

I say, Marci, FYI...

If your sister
keeps on insinuating

that she needs a place to stay,
you don't have to call me.

You don't have to check with me

to see if I'm gonna say no,
because I'm gonna no.

I had a vasectomy.

What?

I got a vasectomy, okay?

And Veronica didn't
know about it

because she's always said
she didn't want a baby.

Except as of now,
she does want a baby.

So as of now, she knows.

So she's not
what you might call happy.

We're working on a few leads.

Yep, but right now
it looks like

it has nothing to do
with gambling, though.

No? Well, thank God.
That's a relief.

Yeah.
But now we're wondering

if it might have something
to do with his work,

with your work.

I can't say I blame you.

We deal with crooked types
all the time.

Payoffs, kickbacks, protection.

Union sends two guys,

you gotta pay for four
or you get struck.

It's hard to keep track
of how many backs

are getting
scratched sometimes.

Yeah, well,
that seems like something

you should've told us
the last time

we were here talking to you.

Come here.

Paul.

This is Paul.
He's my lawyer.

Paul, Detectives Timoney
and Velerio.

- And you're the firm's lawyer?
- Well, technically, no.

I'm Walt's.
But I'm definitely familiar

with the company's dealings.
And to be honest with you,

they're--they're starting
to concern me.

Concern you how?

Missing money
from the accounts,

cash withdrawals that have yet
to be accounted for.

- Signed out by James Paget?
- Exactly.

Look, this guy
was a great partner.

He did things
that kept us afloat

that I can't even understand,
and if he had a problem,

if he did something with people

who bent the law, you know...

These records cover
the last quarter.

You'll note that a number
of the vendors James worked with

have extensive
criminal records,

which is really par
for the course in this business,

not necessarily a red flag.

But given with what
just happened with James,

might be worth looking into.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Here you go.
- You want me

to help you
haul this stuff out?

- All this?
- Yeah.

Sure, thanks.

I want you to know, Janie,
that there is nothing

I will not do to get you
to read through this box for me.

Yeah? I'm not
reading through yours,

and I'm not
reading through mine.

It's all a bunch
of smoke and mirrors

as far as I'm concerned.
To distract us.

Oh, yeah?
From what?

From what's really happening
with that business

and with Skolnick and Paget.

Finally you're back.
You got visitors.

Detectives.

Oh, hello there.

- Uh, can we have a word?
- About what?

About James Paget?

Yes, we'll be there
in a moment.

That is spooky.
You are a spooky little woman.

Yeah, and don't you forget it.

Okay, what have you got
on James Paget?

We're gonna do the whole, uh...

You're down and dirty
street cops

and you guys are
the button-down feds?

Can we maybe jump past that?

We're on the same team here.

Oh, right. Till we're the ones
asking you for something.

So what are you
looking to know?

How the case is shaping up,
strongest leads and suspects.

Look, you're gonna
share what you know.

It can be now with just us

or later with bosses
in the room.

You know, maybe we don't need
to go there yet.

- Especially not this fast--
- The thing I can say is this,

James Paget was part of
a large federal investigation.

Ah, he was your informant then?

What makes you say that?

Well, if he was somebody
under investigation,

then his dead body being found
could be written up

to good fortune.
But here you are,

double-quick, real concerned--
he was your snitch, right?

Hmm? Right.

What do you think, Ev?

Well, we got
no problems sharing.

You can see the DD-5s
and ballistics,

M.E. reports,
the whole shebang.

Hey, Reg, why don't you show
these fine gentlemen

to the boxes upon our desks?

Sure. Love to.

So we're assuming
all our information

goes out our door
and into your mitts.

You have a problem

with the way the planet
functions, Detective?

Sure don't.

Suddenly I'm really
looking forward

to that racket tonight.

And so this
award goes to, uh...

A guy with the attention span
of a bolt of lightening.

- That's true.
- A man who thinks

being married three times
is a good start.

Evrard Velerio.

Under his leadership--

under his leadership, his team
caught the Cloister Park killer.

- Wow.
- You got that scum

off the street.
You're a damn good Detective.

Now take this award
and get out of my face.

You gotta go to the psych
tomorrow morning?

Don't they know we have steam
to blow off tonight?

No, I-I'm the one
who asked for 9:00 A.M.

I just wanna get it over with.

So I really have to try and keep
a lid on the drinking tonight.

Either finish that
or hand it over.

- Ahh!
- You'll be fine.

It's not like you don't know
how it's gonna go.

Just try to keep a lid
on the grandiose sense of self

and the poor behavioral control
in front of the doctor.

Ha. Let's not forget
about the lack of empathy.

He probably doesn't need
to know that.

You know, you've been
to the psych before.

I'm gonna let him
go in there, untie everything.

You know what
I'm talking about, right?

She wants a baby,
so I've decided

I'm gonna give her one.

I'm gonna go in there,
and just gonna reverse...

The vasectomy.

So, I, uh...I told him
about this dream I had

about this rich couple
in this townhouse,

and I'm there for some reason,
and they're vampires.

And the wife kills her husband
and starts seducing me.

Wait, that's not a dream,
that's a movie.

What's the name of that movie?

I don't know.
David Bowie's the husband.

- Yeah.
- I don't know either,

but I was wearing parachute
pants when I saw it.

You're gonna lose her!
You're gonna lose her!

So that's the trophy.

You gotta do
what is best for you

and your wife, okay?
Listen, look at me.

- What?
- Babies, right?

- They make the world go 'round.
- Mm-hmm.

You know what I mean?
I mean, they make it go

'round and 'round and 'round.

You know what?

I could also just tell her
that I'm gonna do it

and then just
not have the operation.

- What do you think of that?
- You cannot...

have kids with this woman.

What are you saying?
She's--you don't think

- she'd make a good mother?
- No.

She's crazy.

How's it going there?

Yeah, man.
Detective Duffy, right?

Reg. Wait...Matt,
and your son is Owen.

That's a good memory.

It's not so surprising,
being a detective and all.

Oh, well.
He was a real cute kid.

Very well-behaved.
You don't see too many of them

like that any more, so...

- Kudos to you on that.
- Thanks, man.

Yeah!
To the freakin' weekend!

Yeah! Whoo!

Oh, ho. Somebody's
having fun, right?

Yeah, somebody likes to
show up at detective rackets

and drink all our booze,

even though
he's never been a detective.

Never will be either.
Couldn't be if he wanted to.

Deputy Chief
of Patrol Costello.

Yeah, well, you want me to
bum-rush him out of here, man?

'Cause I will.

You ever wanna haul off
and punch him in the face?

- I would.
- What,

you wanna punch
that guy in the face?

If I were you, sure, I would.

If I were you,
I'd look for any excuse.

Step on my foot,
say the Red Sox

aren't looking too bad
this year, oh, bam!

You been warned.
You been warned.

You been warned.
Okay, good luck.

You're on your own now.
Cheers.

To Charles and Doreen,
a great American tragedy.

Cheers.

What do you mean,
if you were me?

Hmm?

I said, what do you mean,
if you were me?

Did you have fun?

I had fun.
Too much fun.

- Sure. Yeah.
- What?

Something happen?

- You all right?
- Okay, yeah.

- Something happened.
- What?

Duffy told me about you
and what's-his-name.

Costello?

Huh.

And I think it's better
that we just...

Leave it there tonight.

I don't wanna
talk about it right now.

I think that would be a bad,
bad idea for us to do that.

Okay.

You know, you could've died
in that shoot-out.

What does that
have to do with it?

I don't know.
Whatever. Nothing.

All right.
You're so tough, right?

Sleeping with your married boss
is no big deal?

So are we gonna
talk about this?

- Yes.
- Are we talking about this now?

Yeah, okay. We're talking
about this right now.

So is it true?
You had a thing with this guy.

- So what?
- Yeah, see?

Everyone in that room
thinks I'm a chump.

It was over a long time ago.

It was stupid,
and it didn't matter,

and it definitely
doesn't matter now.

- Believe me.
- Oh, my God, Jane.

Come on, man, I saw you
looking at the guy.

I was not looking at him.

The guys
are just so mean, right?

Everybody's so rough on you.

"Oh, they don't care
I can get the job done."

- Is that what I sound like?
- Oh, you made it seem

like everything was
just so unfair to you.

I didn't tell you
because it was over.

It was over before
I even knew you existed,

so grow up.

All right. Fine.
What else don't I know?

Huh?

Are you really gonna pretend

you don't see my side to this?
I mean, come on.

You gotta win this
that bad, don't you?

Look, I can't
fight dirty like you.

Yeah, I'm gonna crash.
I gotta work tomorrow.

Okay, I'm gonna put this
out on the table,

and I don't think you're drunk,

but I do smell alcohol on you.

There was a racket last night,

and I guess things
just got away from me.

Do you mind? Um...

And that's maybe
why you were late?

- Short answer, yes.
- Long answer?

Doesn't relate to this,
I don't think.

It's not relevant,
you're saying?

I-I don't think it is,
do you?

And things got away from you.

What did you mean by that?

You know I've done
this before, right?

This exact thing.

A post-shooting intervention
with a psych.

- I do know that.
- But you don't care.

Right? We really have
to go through all this again.

You don't have to talk.

It's just here in case
you might want to.

Yeah, I don't want to ever,

but thanks.

Even when it might help?

When you might be unaware
of the impact

something's had on you?

When you might not
be the best judge--

Oh, I'm not the best
judge of myself?

Or how I need things
to be so I can function?

I should just talk
when I don't feel like talking

just to say I did?
That's nuts, doc.

Sorry. Time's up.

I guess being late's
not so bad.

I guess not.

- Thank you so much.
- You're welcome.

Uh, but don't be late
when you come back.

I have time on Friday.
Come back then.

Excuse me.

Timoney?

I didn't know
who else to call, so...

Ah, here he is now.

- And here we are.
- Ethan.

- Oh, my God. Are you okay?
- He's fine.

Except for when he got drunk

and was driving his buddy's car
around Morningside Heights

like a wild man,
which is not fine. At all.

Whose car?

What is the matter with you?

Teenagers should not
be legally allowed

to drive sober,
never mind drunk.

You trying
to kill someone, Ethan?

You think you wouldn't care now,
but you would care.

Ethan, I don't--
I mean, I-I know how you feel.

I know how I feel about Dad.
I'm sad and I'm angry.

But I don't even know
what to say--

Can we go now?

- Oh, no.
- No, you can't go.

- What?
- You gotta come with me.

Wait, I-I thought
that he was--

Mrs. Paget, Mrs. Paget,
he--he should stay here, okay?

That's why I had him
released here to us.

We'll take care of him,
I promise.

But he needs to know
it can't be like this,

that the world's not
gonna roll over for him.

Little free advice,
here, Ethan.

This is a room
for losers and morons.

I lost my father too.

I was older than you.
Didn't matter.

I loved him, and it hurt.

Did a lot of dumb things
trying to get right with it.

But it don't get right,

and you never move on.

Not an inch.

So what did you do?

You carry it around with you
for your whole life,

and it makes you who you are.

Which I hope is somebody

who stays on my side
of this door.

Oh, say hello to Freddy.

She got drunk too.

But she wasn't
stupid enough to drive.

Freddy. Ethan.

- Hey, hold on. Hey, hey.
- What?

Think somebody's
got a little crush on you.

Hey, I wanted to let you know
that stuff you gave us,

- it helped. A lot.
- Great.

And, uh, I wanted
to come by and say thanks.

So that's it?

'Cause I appreciate
everything and all,

but, uh, you know,
I'm on the clock.

Well, I was hoping I might
be able to return the favor.

Give you something
that might help your case

and wouldn't exactly
kill mine, either.

Okay. Do tell.

James Paget was,
in fact, my informant.

You were right.

Can you tell me what he had?

Client pays for a building,

one of the things he pays for
is top-grade steel.

Paget had figured out
that Walt Skolnick

was swapping out
the top-grade stuff

for some cheap overseas version
and pocketing the difference,

and that his lawyer, Robie,
was in on the whole thing.

- Wow.
- So Paget gave us permission

to listen to his office,

tap the computer,
the cell phones, the whole nine.

Till a couple of days ago
when all our bugs went off line.

But did you get anything?

No. Nothing.

So all we have is the charges

that he brought us and,
without actually having him,

those aren't much.

But, you know,
there's something else.

James, he--
he was a family man.

I really don't like that
this is the way this went down.

You are gonna be so sorry
that you said that,

because now there's
very little chance

that I'll be leaving you alone.

Which is why I'm hoping you have
a suit in that gym bag,

because the thing
that I wanna do

doesn't work with, like,
casual clothes guy,

even though you look
very handsome.

It only works
with the fancy fed guy.

So if we could just
go through this one more time.

And I apologize
if I don't understand

all the intricacies
of your business, but...

Yes. It can be
very labyrinthine.

Labyrin... what?

- Complex.
- Mm.

Now anyhow, you said that
in the way the business worked,

James dealt directly
with the vendors.

- Exactly.
- And your client, Mr. Skolnick,

never had a thing to do
with that side of the business?

Well, all I can say is that
James may have been involved

in a number of illegal ventures
under the company umbrella,

not the least of which
was forging documents.

And, uh... did you know
that your client

was under FBI surveillance?

No, I didn't.
I'd have thought it was James.

Yeah, no.
It was Skolnick.

And also...
It was you.

Did you know the FBI
was bugging the company phones?

Why would I know that?

Yeah.

And these days,

these private companies
people can get

to come in and sweep
all the bugs out?

- Yeah?
- Never get them all.

- Is that right?
- Oh, ho. Yeah.

There are the bugs
they want you to find,

and the ones you never will.

Well, isn't that
the way it should be?

I mean, I-I'd like
to think our government

has better stuff than
what you see in the movies,

not the other way around, right?

- Ridiculous.
- Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Robie.

Oh, yeah, sorry 'bout that.

We're bouncing around
all over the place here,

- and you're being very patient.
- Very patient.

But if we could
just run through this

from the top once more.

And also, would you mind

if our colleague
sits in this time?

Just to make sure
it's the last time.

No, not at all.

- Fantastic.
- That's great, sir.

Agent Biddle.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Well, I know you probably
know this already

because you're a lawyer
and everything,

but whereas cops like us
can ask you questions,

and you can lie
your ass off to us,

and there's nothing
we can do about it

except solve the case,

lying to a federal agent,
just lying about anything,

about your middle name,
even, is a felony.

And that's not even
taking into account

the other crimes
you may have committed.

Don't seem fair.

The part about
how you can lie to us,

- I mean.
- No, it doesn't.

- Mm.
- Anyway. So now...

Agent Biddle here
is gonna ask you

the same exact questions
that we just did.

And I suggest that
your answers are true,

or you're gonna go to prison.

Which is a very
labyrinthine place.

Thank you.

We're gonna need
a little more tape.

Are you serious?

We've only gone through
a whole roll of this stuff.

Hey, Jane,
I'm trying over here.

The guy's a walking pond.

So I don't know how
the tape's gonna hold up

or what it'll do to the mic.

It's a glandular condition.

I'm sure it is, sir.
Would you prefer we use staples?

You remember your abort?

Say it.

- My allergies are acting up.
- Good.

- Do your part now.
- All right, gimme a level test.

- Ready? Hey!
- Hey.

I said level test,
I didn't say bust my eardrum.

Relax.

Look, you're gonna get
brought in for this.

Now the cops had me
for two hours,

and I didn't say anything.

But you're gonna
have to tell me everything.

Now do you wanna tell me
what happened with James?

What do you wanna know?

Okay.

If you want me
to keep representing you,

then...I'm gonna need
to know about...

He's panicking.

I told you that
he got the FBI on you.

- Did he just say FBI?
- But you didn't tell me

that you were gonna
lure him to that restaurant

and kill him.

What did you think
I was gonna do?

He's a 12-stepper.
He's holier-than-thou.

You think we were gonna
be able to reason with him?

I told you, he--

- He futzed out.
- Oh, come on.

- I knew it.
- Come on, tiger.

- - Hang in there, - he's gonna--
- Hang on.

- He's drowning his mic.
- What is it, what's happening?

I don't know.
The wire's online,

signal's good.
They're just not talking.

- Should we go in?
- Negative.

We wait for the abort.

"Negative"?
Did he just say "negative"?

'Cause if he did,
I'm gonna say,

"phasers locked on"
in about one second.

- This is unbelievable.
- Come on.

What is that?

Drive!

I'm driving the car.
Stop pointing the gun at me.

- Drive.
- Don't point the gun at me!

- You all right?
- Yeah.

- Stay right there.
- In the car, in the car.

Hey.

- Get--
- Ugh...

Ugh...
Hey!

- Ugh...
- Hey, on your stomach.

You guys who run?

Where do you
think you're going?

Some magic fugitive
fairy kingdom

that we don't know about?

Huh?

Where is everybody?

He tried to do the right thing.

That's what got him killed.

That's not a small thing
to know, Ethan.

To carry around with that
other stuff we talked about.

What you know
about your dad now,

that's a gift.

Thank you.

I know I wasn't always
easy to deal with.

Oh, please. You've been
a little ray of sunshine.

A lot like myself.

All right.
Come on.

Let's let them
get back to work.

I can show you out.

Stay out of trouble.

I'll be watching you.

Seriously.

I can do that.

Well, all things considered,
that turned out

being almost a happy ending.

Yeah. For everyone but me
and Matt, thanks to you.

So you gonna
answer him back or what?

Huh? I did.

- Huh?
- I did.

I said, "paper towels,
toothpaste, and yellow mustard."

- Oh.
- Come on, pop.

It's not like he's making
some big effort.

Nothing all day,
and then a text

about what do we need
from the grocery store.

It's not on him
to make the effort, Jane.

It's something you did,
that you didn't tell him about.

So he didn't know.
And now he does.

This woman, this Alice Paget...

She trusted her husband,
she believed in him,

and I didn't believe her.

You don't think
you can trust Matt?

No, I know I can.
But maybe he can't trust me,

because if I had
to do it all over again,

I still wouldn't tell him.

Maybe I...

Just can't share that much,

the way he wants.

Maybe I'm just
not cut out for it.

I don't know.

Ah, just call him, Janie.

Say you're sorry
so you can move on, huh?

You just call him please?

I can't.
He's asleep.

Well, good. I mean,
you hadn't elaborated yet

on what the issue was,
but, uh...

I'm glad it's resolved.

I felt that, uh, whatever it was
was bothering you.

Mm. Well,
it wasn't the, uh...

Shooting or getting shot at.

It was just...
I don't know.

But it's better now.

Yeah, it's better.
Thanks.

And that's because people
are letting things be

how you need them to be.

Not making you talk, right?

That's a relationship you're in
that you're referring to there?

Jane?

Um...

Did you know
you could lose

half a gallon of blood,

and your body will continue
to mechanically function?

My dad told me that once,
and that's what I...

Kept telling myself
over and over again

while I was shooting
and getting shot at.

I was scared, but that's
what I was thinking.

And the craziest thing is...

I kind of liked it.

Liked the adrenaline rush
I got from it all.

You know?

But the home life's all right?

Oh.

The home life's fine.

Thanks.