Deception (2013) s01e05 Episode Script

Vivian Bowers was found dead In a motel room early this morning.
Vivian's contact is Ben Preswick.
We get him and we've got everything.
I think we should see where this goes.
You know what? We'll probably be sorrier before this whole thing is over, so why don't you just get going? - Mia is Vivian's daughter.
- She deserves to know! Don't you dare tell her.
Have you managed to iron out your miracle drug's inconvenient fatal flaws? Huh? Gah! Don't you ever come near my family, ever again! You thought I could've murdered my own sister, Joanna.
I'm covering the Vivian Bowers murder for a celebrity magazine.
Trying to find out who her baby daddy was.
Look! I came to help.
I'm a cop.
So you attacked Edward Bowers then you used his parking pass to break into Bowers Pharmaceuticals.
What were you going for? Hey! Listen to me, Ben Preswick! What are we at, hour six? I feel great.
I can do this for another six hours, easy.
Well, I can't.
Ben, none of us wanna be here.
You know what, I don't even wanna be in this city.
I'm a San Francisco narcotics detective here on special detail.
And that's to find out who killed my best friend.
Can I speak to you outside, please? So I'm not leaving here until you start talking.
You're that Joanna? The one she grew up with? Yeah.
I'm that Joanna.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
What? What wasn't supposed to happen? None of it.
She wasn't supposed to get killed.
All right, we still need a plastic surgery shocker sidebar.
- We're working on it, Darcy.
- I just struck gold.
Meet Buffy Franso.
She has our next Vivian Bowers cover story.
You know, I'm very close with Dominick Dunne.
What's happening here? Buffy used to be best friends with Catherine Bowers, Robert Bowers' first wife.
She was an angel.
So Catherine dies tragically, or whatever, and Sofia swoops in and banishes poor Buffy here.
Somebody better screw or die in this story pretty soon or I'm gonna lose my mind.
So Buffy doesn't see Robert and Sofia - for years, right, Buffy? - Right.
Until she runs into them at a dude ranch in Montana.
Guess when this picture was taken.
A week before Sofia gave birth to Mia Bowers.
Does Sofia look pregnant to you? Well, then who is Mia's bio mother? I got your gown for tonight.
You're gonna look so beautiful, I cannot stand it.
Well, coming from my mom, that means a lot.
Hey, I'm nothing if not honest.
You're gonna have so many men after you.
Mom, I'm seeing somebody.
Oh, Mia.
Is it serious now? Well he's a lucky boy.
Oh, gosh.
Mom! Oh, my Oh, everything is so stupid and embarrassing, I know.
Here, I have something for you.
- What is it? - Open it up.
Mom, these are beautiful.
My grandmother gave them to me.
They're as unique as you are, honey.
I'm so proud of you.
You're the best thing I ever did.
I love them.
And I love you.
Are you saying that Vivian Bowers is Mia's mother? Knocked up at 16.
That girl never stood a chance.
And Sofia and Robert Bowers lied to her - and raised Mia as their own.
- Yes.
And Mia Bowers has absolutely no idea.
None.
Did I oversell? Not even a little.
Call graphics.
We need a new cover.
I was in Thailand working for Bowers pharmaceuticals as a med tech.
We were running a trial on a new cancer drug called lyritrol.
- How did it go? - Depends who you ask.
1,200 patients.
Acceptable loss on a trial that size is one or two deaths at most.
There were 27.
Then what? I got transferred back to New York, started working in R&D.
That's when I met Vivian.
A few months later, I saw a report on the lyritrol trial.
It said there were only two deaths.
And you took this to Vivian? We tried to find original reports, but they were all gone.
What we did find was a list of payoffs to the dead patients' families.
- Where is this list now? - Vivian had it.
It disappeared the night she died.
Then we caught you breaking into Bowers to pull the payoff spreadsheets from the mainframe.
Yeah.
They're on an offline server in accounting.
Um, you don't have a server like that unless you're trying to hide something.
Anybody else know about this? Edward Bowers.
So do you think he had her killed? He was the only one who knew, and now she's dead.
He put me in a safe house, told me he'd help me.
And then the feds bust in.
Will you excuse us for a minute? Hey, look.
Next time you decide to blow your cover, would you like to talk about this first? I had to.
We weren't getting anywhere.
And besides, it worked.
Look, everything is pointing to Edward.
My money's still on your boyfriend, the sister-puncher.
How long you gonna be mad at me? I don't know.
What month is it now? Can I see you guys in my office, please? People are talking.
I don't know what is going on between the two of you, and I don't wanna know.
I just want it to stop.
Take the feelings and shelve them.
Can the two of you do that? - Yes.
- Yes, sir.
Okay.
So what's next? I can go to Bowers, have Ben walk me through where to find the files he was looking for.
Ben says the files prove there was a cover-up.
And that Edward Bowers was a part of it.
Then go get me Edward Bowers.
Couldn't we have left the balloons at the hospital? The girls wanted to see you liked their present.
You up for Mia's cotillion tonight? I know she'd love to see you there.
What? No.
Maybe, I don't know.
Any news from the police? The guy who stole your car used your I.
D.
to break into Bowers.
What? Did they arrest him? I talked to the New York cops, of course they gave me the runaround.
Finally said he got away.
Where did they find him? What was he doing? He was in the computer room.
What's the matter? Ed, what's going on with you? Take me to the office.
I gotta go to the office.
Come on.
Let's take a right here, let's go.
Sam, what the hell? Tell me what's happening.
I'm not stupid.
Vivian was murdered, right? Some guy breaks into our house.
Obviously, something's going on with you.
I don't have the time for this, all right? - Just gimme the keys.
- No, no.
No.
No, I'm not going anywhere.
Gimme the keys, Samantha.
- Ed! Come on! - Come on.
I have to go to the office.
Just gimme the keys! You know what? Stop it! So this guy Ben was Vivian's boyfriend, and he worked for Bowers.
Yeah.
They had a plan to go to the media, and they came to me for help.
I told them to wait to make sure it was true.
I was looking out for the family.
You're still looking out for the family.
Did you throw the keys to the Escalade all the way to the reservoir or what? I should've driven the freakin' Escalade all the way into the reservoir.
So this is why Vivian was murdered, isn't it? I don't know.
This is Vivian we're talking about.
Could've been her drug dealer or some random guy she picked up.
Do you believe that? No, but I can't face the alternative.
That somehow my father Ed, you have to go to the police.
You have to.
The police think I killed Vivian.
Everybody thinks I'm a murderer.
I don't.
Why didn't you tell me all this when it was happening? Because I was trying to protect the girls and you.
Because I've put you through enough Bowers family hell.
I don't know, Sam.
I I I'm feeling a little paralyzed.
You do know what to do.
Look, use your eyes.
Finish what Vivian started, find out what Ben was looking at on that server.
And whatever that truth is we'll deal with it.
Yeah, well, soon as AAA shows up, I'll get right on that.
They're right by your foot.
Sweet.
Excuse me, can I get my check, please? Uh, the gentleman took care of it already.
Audrey Cruz.
Julian Bowers.
Don't suppose this is a coincidence.
No.
You look I wasn't prepared for how good you look.
Congratulations on lyritrol.
I mean it.
You should be proud.
Is that why you're trying to help our competitors beat us to market? I'm a consultant, a hired gun.
I go where the money is.
And you know I like to win.
I actually took it as a huge compliment that Kirschner-Sims hired you to run Xyrix.
It showed us how scared they were.
Not that it matters.
We're gonna beat you to market by three months.
I'm not gonna give you anything.
I don't want any.
Okay, I did when I hatched this plan.
But, honestly, it seems the only thing important right now is how good it is to see you.
It's been a long time.
Since I left your father's company or since you cheated on me with that dancer? That was in retaliation for the hedge fund guy.
He wore a bow tie, Aud.
A bow tie.
It hurt.
I guess we were both young and stupid.
I wonder how different it would be now.
This was inappropriate.
I should go.
But, uh, it really was good to see you.
Julian.
You're gonna find out in a few days anyway.
Xyrix was put on the FDA fast track this morning.
That's what they get for hiring the big guns.
I just heard that the FDA is fast-tracking Xyrix and we are still on hold.
I thought you talked to Haverstock.
I'm afraid we can't count on him.
You said everything went well.
- Did for me.
- What is that supposed to mean? I hit him.
He had it coming.
Wow.
Thanks, dad, 'cause we have to launch by the end of next quarter.
Kirschner-Sims has just leapfrogged us.
Okay, where exactly did you hear that? I ran into Audrey Cruz.
- Audrey Cruz.
- Yeah.
She's fantastic.
Can we get her? She could fix this for us.
She'd know how to get around Haverstock.
She's running Xyrix.
Well, let's throw money at her.
I can be persuasive.
Bring her to the cotillion.
My lawyer.
Hey, Warren, what is it? Julian, we'll talk about this later.
Julian.
Give me five minutes, okay? I feel really bad about the other night.
I'd love to stay and chat.
I just have a couple murders to commit.
Wow.
Are those real? Yeah, my mom gave them to me.
Are they a bribe or something? What? No.
We've actually been getting along really well recently.
Yeah, yeah.
No, I can see why.
All right.
I better get ready for tonight.
You want me to come with? Are you being ironic? Because it's a ball.
Well, sometimes it's fun to go to things like that and just make fun of them.
Well, I'm not doing it ironically.
Well, maybe a little bit, but it's important to my mom, so Okay, then I'll take it seriously.
Oh, no, this thing has been planned since like birth.
You can't just, like, decide that you wanna go last minute.
Since when do you care about the rules? Obviously I don't care about the rules, but - Okay, hey.
- Just What is it? Um I guess I didn't really want you to wanna come.
If that makes any sense.
No, I get it.
I'm the guy that you piss off your parents with.
No, it doesn't have anything to do with my parents.
Um, I'll see you later.
Enjoy the necklace.
Whew.
What are you doing home? The cotillion's not for another five hours.
Warren Mathers got a call from a tabloid.
Fame Junkie.
They know we are not Mia's birth parents.
What? They're running a story tomorrow - saying Vivian's her mother.
- Oh, no! No, they can't.
I've been in with legal since I got the call.
If they're not lying, you can't sue them.
Whose trash did these raccoons go through to figure this out? Well, that doesn't matter now.
We've gotta deal with this.
No.
Let's beat the bastards to it.
Let's tell her ourselves it's time.
- She can handle it.
- No.
No! Not yet.
Not tonight.
Fix it, Robert.
Buy the rag, do whatever you have to do.
Because if this happens, she'll want to know who her father is.
Thank you so much doctors.
We'll be in touch very soon.
Frank! Great meeting.
They were like goldfish.
Devouring everything we could feed them.
A month from now, every doctor out there is gonna be talking about Xyrix.
No one's gonna remember if lyritrol is a cancer drug or a wrinkle cream.
We need to talk.
You okay? Julian Bowers asked me to his sister's coming out ball.
You said yes, right? He tried to hire me to help out with lyritrol.
- I love it.
- I don't.
Why aren't you enjoying the fact that you're the best at what you do? Look, I'm glad to help your drug Xyrix beat Bowers to market first, but Robert Bowers gave me my first job.
- This isn't easy.
- Oh, come on, Audrey.
Robert Bowers would sell you for body parts if he thought it could move a few more aspirin.
Go.
Watch for the panic in their eyes to know that it's there because of you.
It's all part of the game, Audrey.
Enjoy it.
I've got some pictures for.
Oh, that won't be necessary, there is no Mia Bowers story.
Whoa, what? Corporate had some legal issues.
We're not walking away from this, Darcy.
Mr.
Bowers has agreed to give us an exclusive interview with the family, sharing memories of Vivian.
We'd like you to be the one asking the questions.
Okay.
Great.
Let's start with, "how much did he pay you to dump my story?" - Now you're crossing a line.
- It's kind of my job you gutless cow.
You're done.
Get the hell outta here.
Okay, Joanna, Ben's with me and we're standing by.
Let us know when you're ready to go on your side too.
Hey.
I have Robert's I.
D.
I'm ready to find that payoff list.
Ben, you better be right about this.
Hey! Your family chooses to live in the spotlight.
It's not my fault if they get burned.
She's a 16-year-old girl.
She's a news story.
You sad little cipher with your third-rate J-school diploma.
Why don't you just get back on whatever bus brought you to my city? You think you're Bob Woodward? The work you do is meaningless.
The life you live is meaningless.
You should get out of my way.
I have eyes everywhere.
And don't even think about taking this story anyplace else.
I'd kill you before I'd let you turn this sweet child's life upside down to advance your pathetic excuse for a career.
- Hey! - Hi, Joanna.
My meeting wrapped up and I'm heading back to the office.
Should be there in a few.
Great, Robert's on his way, let's do this fast.
Okay.
Head down the hall to the bullpen.
You'll see a couple of terminals.
All right.
Okay, I'm in.
Go to a file called "Asia and Pacific outflows.
" I'm sorry, Mr.
Bowers, but building security has asked that everyone present their I.
D.
There's like 20 different lyritrol files which one? - Okay, the I know.
- Come on, let's go.
The name of the file that you want, um - Ben - It's, uh - The folder, um - Ben.
Come on! Uh, I know, I know! It's called "lyritrol trial patients.
" It's the second quarter of 2012.
It should be right there.
There's no second quarter.
It's not here.
No, no, no.
It's gotta be there, look again.
It's gotta be there.
We have every year except for 2012.
It's gotta be there.
Look again.
It's not here, I'm telling you! Have you seen Joanna? No, I haven't, Mr.
Bowers.
- You said it was there.
- Well, then someone took it.
I don't know, maybe it was Edward.
Does this file even exist? Yes, I swear! Okay? Damn! It's Robert, he's back.
Okay, look.
Just get outta there, go! The I.
T.
guy showed me what Ben was going for.
I took it off the server completely, but I have no idea what it means.
Is there anybody you can ask? Yeah, Ben Preswick.
The cops said he got away.
Apparently, he didn't get anything off the server.
Must've been interrupted.
He didn't get away.
The cops don't have him, the FBI does.
He's in a box, answering questions about me.
Be careful.
Yeah, well, that hasn't been working so far.
Joanna, I've been calling you.
Where have you been? I gotta find my I.
D.
I know it was here somewhere.
Uh, let me check.
Security guys usually just wave me through.
But now with this break-in, they want everyone to carry I.
D.
Oh! Got it.
Oh.
Something wrong? I looked in that drawer.
Hmm.
The file wasn't there, Ben.
- Edward probably took it off.
- Right.
Edward.
Guy sure gets around, doesn't he? Meanwhile, all these unreported deaths you keep talking about you got no witness, no photo.
I mean, you know what this is starting to look like, right? No.
What are you talking about? He's talking about maybe you killed Vivian.
Maybe all this lyritrol stuff is a made-up story to get her in bed.
And then she got pregnant.
- And then you got scared.
- Oh, my God.
Where were you the night that Vivian died? - You gotta be kidding me? - No.
I mean, you sure look like you're carrying a lotta guilt around.
Because she never would've been murdered if I didn't tell her about lyritrol.
Uh-huh.
And what about your relationship? Hmm? Did you guys fight? She fought with everyone.
I didn't kill her, I swear.
We hear that a lot, Ben.
Excuse us.
She loved me, and I loved her.
If you killed your girlfriend, why hang around in a safe house for three weeks? Why not just get outta town? If you were Edward Bowers and you killed your sister so that you could protect your company, why not kill the other guy who knew about it? Why stick him in a safe house? I don't know.
The Edward Bowers pieces don't add up.
Oh, sir Yes, it's me.
Edward Bowers.
I'm looking for special agent will moreno.
Oh! There he is.
How's the case going? Find any new suspects, or is it still just me? We're looking at a number of suspects, but I still like you the best.
Great.
Arrest somebody for bashing me in the head and breaking into my family's company? - We're looking at a few people.
- Any of them Ben Preswick? What do you know about Ben Preswick? He's here, right? That's none of your business, Edward.
Well, I'd really, really like to talk to him.
Okay.
What would you like to talk to him about? That's between me and Ben Preswick.
Then the answer is no.
He's not here.
But if you're in the mood to talk, you can talk to me.
Not tonight.
Tell Ben to give me a call when he gets out.
Right.
Sir? Nichole Frishette is here to see you.
Of course she is.
Take me to her.
If you see this guy, call that number.
There'll be another 500 for you.
What happened to Remy Colville? - Can you tone it down? - I used to work with Remy.
I have his notebooks.
One minute he's doing a story about the Bowers, and the next he's dead.
Let's talk in private, please.
I'm not gonna end up like Remy, I'm not.
Remy's death is under investigation.
His death is under investigation, really? I just tried to publish a story about Mia Bowers.
Her real mother isn't Sofia, it's Vivian.
- How'd you find that out? - 'Cause that's what I do! And then Robert Bowers showed up at my work, got me fired, and threatened to kill me.
He killed Remy, didn't he? Look.
I can't tell you anything, all right? But my advice to you, as a friend: Don't go messing with Robert Bowers.
Don't publish the story about Mia, just just let it go.
Trust me, we got this.
All right? What was Edward doing? He wanted to talk to Ben.
What, he just came right out and asked that? How did he know he was there? I don't know.
He's a wily guy.
And you know what else? He was punchy, like he didn't have anything to lose.
Maybe you can shake something out of him at the ball.
Okay.
All right.
See you later.
Will, wait.
Um I just wanted you to know that what happened between us was real.
Okay, but you basically flat-out told me that there was still something between you and Julian.
It's a teenage fantasy.
Look.
I got nobody to blame for this mess but myself.
I had this idea that you and I would come swooping in and solving this case in a week and picking up where we left off two years ago.
How stupid was that? Yeah, I guess it was pretty stupid.
Look, I'm just gonna do like my boss said and put my feelings on the shelf.
Or try my best, at least.
I hope you can do the same.
Okay.
Um, I gotta I gotta get ready for my thing.
Right.
You go do your thing.
I'll do mine.
Yep.
- Hey, can - Hey.
Wow.
You look stunning.
From the neck up.
Are you excited? Kind of.
Kind of? Kyle and I had a fight.
Oh.
What about? Well, he wanted to come tonight, and I didn't want him to wanna come tonight.
Can you blame him? I don't know.
Where did the stereotype that girls are the sensitive ones come from? - Oh, my God.
- Oh.
And trust me, it only gets worse as they get older.
Can you clasp this for me? Oh, yeah.
And thank you for letting me borrow this.
Yeah, it looks good.
- Thanks.
- Oh, yeah, wait.
- Can you? - Sure.
- This is beautiful.
- Thank you.
Wow.
Okay, lift your hair for me.
My mom just gave it to me.
I really like it.
Beautiful.
Thank you.
- Are you sure this is okay? - Yes! God, I'm not taking a subway all the way to queens to sleep with you.
- Besides, I already got fired.
- Yeah? - That sucks.
- Oh! Well, that's you know, it's a clean-up issue.
Ohh! Mm.
Robert Bowers is a dick, man.
I mean, I am a person, okay? My mom and dad love me.
And what's wrong with junior college? Not everybody has to go to college.
Mm.
Junior college is college.
It's just cheaper and anybody can get in.
When the revolution comes, Robert Bowers is gonna be the first one shot.
I say why wait? Let's shoot him now.
Um can we just have sex now? Yeah, let's do it in my old boss's office.
Awesome.
Audrey.
You made it.
You sure I should be here? Hell, yeah.
I think you were just what I needed.
Audrey.
You look lovely as ever.
I, uh, suppose it would be gauche of me to try to poach you away from Kirschner just as our daughter is about to debut into society.
So I will wait until this is over, and then I will write a very large number on a tiny cocktail napkin.
Oh, Robert, you're embarrassing her.
No, I'm flattered.
But your competitors have wised up to your ways, Robert.
Oh, really? I have a three-page rider in my deal preventing me from even reading your tiny little cocktail napkin.
Oh, come on, Audrey.
You know lyritrol is the better drug.
We all feel better working on the side of the angels, don't we? We all start out with the best of intentions.
Could you excuse me for just a minute? Sure thing.
Excuse me.
Can I have my five minutes now? It looks like I just lost my date to the ladies' room.
So you have about that much time.
Dance? Yes.
So who's your date? - An old friend.
- I thought I was an old friend.
Oh, I have a deep bench.
Ouch.
You had that one coming.
I'm sorry that I jumped to the wrong conclusion the other night.
I've been called a lot of things before but never a murderer.
But I guess in retrospect I can see how you connected those particular dots.
Anyway, I'm sorry.
There's my date.
Nice.
Yes, she is.
She's smart too.
Maybe you should run over there and marry her.
Maybe I will.
We'll always have the Bahamas.
What's he doing here? His niece is debuting Whitney Pinger.
This is neither the time nor the place.
We're here for Mia, remember? Here.
Hey, guys.
- Hey, Mia, looking good.
- Thank you.
I feel like a Thanksgiving day float.
Gimme that.
Here's to, um, yet another societal tradition that makes absolutely no sense in the new millennium.
'Cause nothing says you're ready for marriage like dancing with your dad.
Well, when you put it like that Here you go, Rambo.
Hey, ladies.
Stop tweeting about how hot I look and how in love with me you are it's sad.
Seriously, no one cares about you, Aaron.
They sure care about Mia.
What's that supposed to mean? Hey! Give that back! Oh, no.
Okay, I know this is out there, I know it's on the web, but you can't tell her, all right? In fact, don't let anyone else tell her either.
Just let her have tonight.
Please.
It's so strange because we were having this fight, but we weren't having this fight.
So it felt really awkward.
Hey, Kyle.
Isn't this your girlfriend? Yeah.
I gotta go.
See you guys later.
Hey! How'd it go? He's still in custody.
They won't let me talk to him.
I paid a guy to keep an eye out.
Hey! How's your head? Fine.
What are you, a cranial specialist? Edward.
God.
I, um I have to go.
Okay.
- Here, come sit by me.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- That's a beautiful dress.
- Thank you.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to the 105th annual Metropolitan Debutante Ball.
Hey.
I need you to overnight these to D.
C.
for me.
Will.
Ben Preswick just made bail.
50 freakin' grand.
What? There's no way that kid came up with 50 grand.
Yeah, well, somebody did.
Can you go find him and bring him back here? - Why is my phone off? - Who cares! It's the last 40 seconds of your alleged childhood.
- Okay, ladies - Hey, give that back.
Find your escorts and line up.
What are you doing? - Nothing.
- Give that to me.
- What's going on? - Nothing.
- I don't know.
- Tell me.
- What's going on? - Nothing.
Crazy.
Everyone got their flowers, bags? Phones off? Gentlemen, please do not step on your ladies' dresses.
Keep moving, please.
Phones away.
Come on.
Hey, look, what should I do, all right? Just tell me.
Whatever it is, I'll do it.
We can get out of here.
Mia.
Mia Bowers, let's go! Mia Bowers.
Accompanied by Aaron Clover and Garrett Hess.
Honoring a long-time Metropolitan tradition, our debutante's first dance will be father-daughter.
I'm so proud of you.
You're like a father's dream.
It's true, isn't it? What, my darling? - I'm Vivian's daughter.
- What? It's all over the Internet, dad.
I'm so sorry.
I don't I don't understand, dad.
Why wouldn't you tell me? What'd, she she didn't want me? - That's - Did you take me away from her? Let's just go home and I'll explain everything.
- Mia, Mia.
- Dad, she's dead.
I never got to know her when - Shh, shh, shh.
Mia, Mia.
Mia, I love you.
Sofia loves you.
We're still your parents.
Mia, please, Mia.
Oh, darling.
Mia.
Darling, Mia, Mia.
Please don't go.
Let's talk about this.
We had 16 years to talk about it.
Oh! Oh, there she is! Oh! Stop it! Kyle! Oh, Kyle, thank God! - Where to? - Anywhere.
Just far away.
I thought you took care of it.
So did I.
We'll get her back, I promise.
Poor kid.
She is the only one that has not done anything wrong.
It's time to close the ranks.
Guys, let's go inside.
Come on.
Okay.
Here I thought this was going to be a dull evening.
I do feel sorry for her.
You know, she reminds me of her mother.
She's stronger than Vivian.
Maybe.
You're right.
I mean, Vivian had a lot of flash.
But underneath it all, she was just a delicate flower.
Here you go.
The poor Bowers family.
I'm sure they're suffering terribly.
But they brought it on themselves, if you ask me.
Plus, it is a lot of fun to watch, huh? Have a good evening.
I did my job.
It's done.
Now I'm gone.
Forget about me.
Please.
Hey! Pull over! Pull over! Right here! No!