Law & Order: Los Angeles (2010) s01e17 Episode Script
Angel's Knoll
NARRATOR: In the city of Los Angeles the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups, the police who investigate crime and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders.
These are their stories.
So, what's your problem, Billy? My problem? Mmm-hmm.
I invite you to my rehearsal dinner, George.
You can't find a date, so you hit on my bride? I wasn't doing anything.
I saw you grinding her on the dance floor.
Billy, cool it.
To hell with this asshole.
He doesn't know.
What is going on in there? My cousin's acting like an idiot.
Word to the wise, Abby? Jealousy, like a cancer, grows.
Fifteen minutes before the wedding.
Where the hell is she? Don't get yourself all wound up, William.
I'm sure it's nothing.
After what your daughter said to him last night, I wouldn't be so sure.
Wait, isn't that George's room? George? Hey, George, are you in here? Georgie? George! George, she better not be in there with you! Abby, you better come out now! Abby, this is your father.
I swear, if you don't come out this minute NISHIZAWA: Based on body temp and degree of rigor, our bathing beauty expired between midnight and 4:00 a.
m.
this morning.
Scented candles, champagne.
Looks like he was in the mood for love.
Should have skipped the champagne.
Killer probably used the glass to cut his throat.
Right to left by a southpaw, if I had to guess.
Mr.
Patrick's wallet is missing, along with his watch.
Why am I not surprised? Okay, guys.
Let's get him wrapped up.
Whoa.
His watch isn't the only thing that's missing.
That's one for the books.
Usually at weddings, it's the groom who surrenders the family jewels.
So, tell us about your beef with cousin George.
Last night he was dancing with Abby.
I thought he was hitting on her.
Come to find out, he told her that I was engaged once before and that I backed out.
She got all upset because I never told her.
So, you decided to thug it out with George in the men's room.
That was just woofing.
Georgie's my blood.
Last night, where were you? In my room.
Go ahead, check.
I ordered room service, drinks and what-not.
I called my dad on the room phone.
What time did you go to bed? I couldn't sleep.
My brother and my best man came up and sat with me.
(WOMAN SOBBING) I've got to take care of this.
Good luck.
The brother and the best man confirm they were in and out of Billy's room from 11:00 till 5:00 a.
m.
Cousin George might have ordered a pay date last night.
Calls from his cell to escort services just after 1:00.
Fits with the rip-off MO.
My dad always warned me not to let strangers into my hotel room.
That's why he met his hookers at the bar.
There's one thing wrong with the escort theory.
All of these calls are less than a minute.
No time to set up a date.
And there's no call from the escort agency to verify George was legit.
They always call back.
I'll take your word for it.
So maybe the killer made the calls after the fact to cover his tracks.
His or hers.
When my brother was dying of cancer, I swore to him I would look after George.
George needed looking after? He was weak.
He envied what other people had.
He couldn't even be happy for my son getting married.
What did he do for a living? Floor manager at a casino in Downey.
So, what were his problem areas? Money? Drugs? Money.
Child support.
Three kids.
Can you imagine? On what he made? Are there any girlfriends or friends we can talk to? There was this girl he was gonna bring to the wedding.
Liz something.
Liz Bennett? Yeah.
George was real excited about her.
She didn't show.
There was a call to an Elizabeth Bennett on his cell around midnight.
God, I feel terrible.
He called to beg me to go with him, but I didn't want to send the wrong message.
George wasn't killed because of what you did or didn't do, Ms.
Bennett.
Still.
We'd gone on a couple of dates.
We had a nice time.
But he was just too intense.
You mean, like, after two dates, he invites you to a family wedding? Yes, exactly.
Did you notice any other warning signs? You know, things that didn't seem right? I wasn't crazy about his job.
All those sketchy people.
He said he was having problems with these pawnbrokers in the casino.
Pawnbrokers? Yes.
Chinese pawnbrokers.
He said that they would make loans right there in the betting tables.
I mean, a nosebleed is as exciting as it gets for me.
George lived in a very different world.
They buy earrings, bracelets, jewelry right from the customers.
We tried throwing them out, but the customers complained.
So, as long as the customers are happy And they keep gambling.
Well, nobody's here for their health.
(SPEAKING CANTONESE) Mrs.
Yu? These detectives want to ask you about George Patrick.
That's very sad.
He was a good guy.
His girlfriend said he had a problem with you.
George was borrowing from me.
$10,000, 20,000.
He said I had to keep lending or else he's going to throw me out of here.
How much did he owe you? But he kept saying he's going to pay it all back at one time.
I tell him I'm tired of waiting.
I tell him I report him to his bosses.
He promised he'd pay back soon.
This guy makes me feel better about my finances.
He's maxed out on all his credit cards.
$25,000 behind on his mortgage payments.
But he just got his first passport.
And he put a down payment on a little house and a boat in Costa Rica.
He's pulling a Jimmy Buffet.
And maybe paying for it with a casino heist.
If he had an accomplice or two, they might have decided that a two-way split was better than three.
George's schedule at the casino.
They said the day shift Tuesday through Saturday, right? Well, this is a check written on a Wednesday three weeks ago.
$1,500 to a medical supply company.
It's his signature, but the rest is somebody else's writing.
Maybe he sent one of his accomplices to run errands.
This is Detective Jaruszalski again.
Please call me back as soon as possible.
We hit the only medical supply store with banker's hours.
It's Friday afternoon.
Maybe the owner is Jewish and he went home already.
I talked to the boat builder in Costa Rica.
He said George told him he'd be down there in two weeks with the rest of the money for the boat.
They're emailing me a picture of it.
Two weeks.
So the heist would be sometime between now and then.
Yeah, if his accomplices stay on schedule.
Maybe this is the boat.
(CHUCKLES) Teacher's Pet.
So Liz Bennett was going to be part of George's world after all.
TJ: Bedroom closet's empty.
She cleared out.
She's got a laminating machine.
Always handy for making fake I.
D.
's.
Internet routers.
Somebody took them apart.
This girl's got strange habits.
And deadly ones, too.
Factory-issue grip for a Beretta.
Maybe she switched it out for a custom grip.
I think we've found our accomplice.
Back in five.
I don't understand.
It was working just a minute ago.
Can you just write out the receipt? We got nine more deliveries tonight.
Fifteen minutes off schedule.
Beth better burn rubber.
Better put on the reds.
An armored truck just disappeared from George's casino with a million and a half in the back.
Look who was driving.
I guess nosebleeds weren't exciting enough.
(SIREN WAILING) The printer went offline.
The guards had to wait for a receipt.
The printers are connected to a router? Yeah.
She hacked it.
Bought herself 15 minutes.
We checked her out.
She had no criminal record.
She's been working for us for three months.
How did she get to work today? She drove.
Her car's still in our parking lot.
You got a way of tracking your truck? Yes.
We just activated the system.
She hacked the casino's routers.
George probably gave her the codes.
Fatal mistake.
He outlived his usefulness.
She drew him a hot bath and sliced him up.
We just got a GPS hit on the truck.
Two miles from here.
Damn, she's fast.
Maybe she had a car parked on the street.
There are security cameras down the block.
Maybe we can catch a license plate.
Our favorite sucker, George, rented the garage a month ago.
Anything? No one matching our girl.
Rewind to the woman in the wheelchair.
For an old gal, she's rolling along at a pretty good clip.
How much do you think an electric wheelchair costs at a medical supply store? I'm going to guess Me, too.
She's probably got the money from the truck stacked under the seat, hidden by the blanket.
Isn't that one of the units that responded to the garage location? Nice.
Hide in plain sight.
Maybe the MTA can find where she got off.
The suspect was tracked to a Park & Ride in that car.
A car registered to you.
It shouldn't be.
I sold it three months ago.
Who did you sell it to? I need to make a call.
Something pressing, Mr.
Rathman? My sister.
I sold her the car.
I need to make sure she's okay.
Is this your sister? Yes.
What's she doing in that get-up? She worked part-time as an armored truck driver.
Is she okay? When is the last time you talked to her? When I sold her the car.
Please.
If she's hurt, I need to contact our mother.
Well, she looks fine to us.
In this picture, she's about to drive off in your car.
With over a million dollars of stolen money.
That's crazy.
She's a teacher.
And a thief.
If you have any information on her, we need it now.
You should know better than to try to intimidate a lawyer.
I have nothing more to say.
Maybe he has something to say to someone else.
Twelve minutes after we left, brother Dan called his sister's cell.
I know.
Props to you.
He was on the phone just long enough to leave a message.
Now, five minutes later, he got a call from a no-name cell.
That could be anyone.
Yeah, except that same no-name cell also called Liz's old school two hours earlier.
It also called Kennedy and Associates, a law firm up in San Francisco.
Charles Kennedy.
Big-time criminal lawyer.
Maybe Liz is setting up representation.
Yeah, there was a third call from that no-name cell to a Joseph Silman up in the town of Folsom.
Johnny Cash country.
Now, that's very interesting.
Joe Silman's captain of the guard in charge of A block.
Now, are you sure this woman contacted him? Sure enough to fly all the way up here.
It's possible she plans to use the money she stole to bust someone out.
We sent you her name.
Has she had any contact with an inmate here? There's no record of it.
And there's no one by that name listed as a relative of any of our inmates.
And what about Joe Silman? Can you vouch for him? Joe's been captain for 10 years.
His record's clean.
(CELL PHONE RINGING) He's got three kids, and his wife has got MS.
So a little extra income on the side wouldn't hurt.
TJ: She just called him again, The cell pinged off a tower near Stockton.
She's headed this way.
What time does Joe Silman get off work? My marriage was cursed from the get-go.
At the wedding, in the church parking lot, somebody found a rattlesnake under a car.
Now, it's mostly cops, so everybody pulls out a gun to shoot the snake.
I don't believe in omens, but that? That was an omen.
(CLEARS THROAT) LIZ: Hey.
How are you? Hi.
Police! Hands on your head! (GASPS) Hands on your head! Police.
Put your hands on your head.
What do we have here? Contribution to your pension plan? Officer, I spend my day with people who were too dumb to lawyer up.
Not me.
I'm invoking right now.
Enjoy the ride back to LA.
I tell you, if I had her as a third grade teacher, my life would've been very different.
(LAUGHS) Here we go.
Oh, bummer.
Too much to hope she'd have the money on her, huh? Well, let's hope she didn't spend it on muni bonds.
Jackpot.
Motel room key.
Silman's cell phone number and a CDC inmate number.
The inmate she was gonna bust out.
No.
No, this can't be right.
It's not an inmate number? No, it is.
Matter of fact, one of our better-known inmates.
And he is in Silman's cell block.
Take a look.
TJ: Walter Calvin.
The swindler.
Yep.
Now in the ninth year of a 50-year sentence.
That's what you get for swindling 30 billion dollars.
He has kids, doesn't he? Yeah.
His oldest son committed suicide four years ago.
He's got another son, Dan, and a daughter, Elizabeth.
She was going to bust Dad out ofjail.
Chip off the old block.
My daughter, help me escape? I'm 62 years old.
I'm too old to climb over walls or hide in laundry baskets.
Your daughter jacked an armored car for a million and a half.
That gets you a luxury ride out of here.
You have a logic problem.
For the last nine years, the state has maintained my client has billions stashed away.
Now, if that's true, why would he need his daughter to steal a million dollars to facilitate his escape? Maybe his billions are overseas and out of reach.
Your daughter's facing a murder charge for killing her accomplice.
The death penalty's hanging over her head.
You could ease the burden by taking some of the weight of this caper.
After all, what's an extra 25 years to you? I worked very hard to get Mr.
Calvin into a medium security prison.
As much as he cares about his daughter, I'm not about to let him talk his way into maximum security.
Not even for your daughter, Mr.
Calvin? I can't believe Elizabeth would kill anyone.
Anyway, whatever she did had nothing to do with me.
My bid's 50 years.
I've made my peace with it.
I'm not going anywhere.
We're done.
Nasty cuts.
What happened? I slipped.
In the shower.
You could have saved yourselves the drive.
My client doesn't have anything to say at this time.
Well, she'd better think of something soon.
The police found the money in her motel room.
She was arrested bribing a corrections officer.
And we matched hairs from George Patrick's hotel room to her.
That's your murder evidence? Hairs from a woman who kissed the victim the day before? Exchange and transfer.
George Patrick carried that hair into his hotel room on his clothes.
I didn't kill George.
So that's your murder defense.
What do you have for the rest? JONAH: Does it have anything to do with the injuries the police saw on your father? Your father was assaulted by other prisoners seven times in the first five months he was incarcerated.
The assumption was your father used some of his hidden money to buy protection.
JONAH: Maybe the money's inaccessible now.
The beatings start again, and your father reached out to you.
I'll put it plainly.
She was told that unless she paid Joe Silman, the guards couldn't guarantee her father's safety.
Those animals in prison were gonna kill him.
Everyone thinks he has billions hidden somewhere, but he doesn't.
He didn't steal anything.
He didn't do anything wrong.
He doesn't have any money.
That's her defense.
She did it under a threat to her father's life.
Acting under duress to save a life could be grounds for an acquittal.
For the truck heist, not the murder.
Which we're a long way from proving.
Her lawyer's right.
The hairs aren't evidence of anything.
Well, that's a police problem.
Our challenge is the fact that she tells a compelling story about her father.
What, that he's innocent? She's deluded.
He was convicted of over 200 counts of fraud.
Thousands of people's lives were ruined because of this guy.
Deluded or not, she makes a powerful witness for herself.
A desperate daughter rescuing a father victimized by the system.
If there are holes in her story, we need to find them.
My father ruined the lives of everyone he came in contact with.
Now he's done it to Liz.
She thinks he's innocent.
She always was Daddy's girl.
When he drove his Porsche, he'd hold her in his lap and let her steer.
He'd take the car up to 100 per hour.
(SIGHS) Liz would laugh.
She'd get so giddy.
She was 11.
Daddy could do no wrong.
My father's toxic.
My older brother, Alex, his whole life was being Walter Calvin's son.
After my father was arrested, everyone assumed Alex was in on it.
He couldn't handle it.
He killed himself.
If Liz is so devoted to your father, why hasn't she visited him in prison? My mother wouldn't allow it.
Even she stopped visiting after my brother died.
Liz got used to communicating with him through his lawyer.
Now she claims she was trying to save his life.
(SIGHS) Three months ago, Liz showed me a video Dad's lawyer shot in prison.
My father had bruises and cuts on his face.
He said he'd been attacked.
His life was in danger unless he could pay protection.
Liz was freaking out.
She wanted my help.
But I just didn't care.
These injuries, you said three months ago? He looked like hell.
Three months ago, the day before a visit from his lawyer, Calvin was treated for facial injuries sustained in "a fall down the stairs.
" Then, two weeks ago, again, the day before his lawyer visited him, he was treated for facial injuries from "a slip and fall in the shower.
" In all, we found reports of four accidents in the last three months, all with facial injuries, always the day before his lawyer's visits, and all of them written up by you.
These weren't accidents.
They were deliberate beatings to the face for maximum effect in the videos Calvin's lawyer was making for his daughter.
It was all part of the shakedown, wasn't it? For protection money? Come now, Mr.
Silman.
You're a corrupt C.
O.
Iooking at a long bid in the state penitentiary.
You won't have any friends there.
So you cannot afford to make enemies of us.
I wasn't shaking down Calvin.
He was shaking down his daughter.
You'll have to explain that.
He said all his money was tied up overseas.
He needed to motivate his daughter for fresh cash.
For protection? Calvin needed protection when he first went inside.
Then things settled down.
No, this money wasn't for protection.
Then for what? I need to draw you a picture? Even in prison, the man liked the good life.
You can't believe a word that son of a bitch says.
Ms.
Mackie, we are only interested in you as a witness, not as a defendant.
That could change.
Look, it's not as though I did anything wrong.
Every two weeks, there would be a limo waiting outside with a bag of groceries in the back.
You know, caviar, pate, a $200 bottle of wine.
Rich boy snacks.
Drugs? Cocaine? Whatever you say.
Anyway, Wally, Mr.
Calvin, arranged it with Silman so I could share conjugal visits with him.
We'd spend the evening in the prison trailer.
The first hour, drinking wine and waiting for the Viagra to kick in.
How were you paid? It was nice.
Five grand in an envelope in the back of the limo when I was ready to go home.
When was the last time that you visited Mr.
Calvin? It's been a couple months.
Wally said he was tapped out, but there was more cash coming in.
The little princess was on it.
The least she could do for Daddy.
Ten grand a month for a hooker, five grand for amenities, and another three grand Silman admits receiving for organizing Calvin's recreational activities.
That's over $200,000 a year.
I doubt if Liz knew that she was stealing to finance her daddy's sex and drug parties.
So, after swindling everybody he knows, he swindles his own daughter? Walter Calvin's a hard man to love.
That's why I want to see his life change for the worse.
Liz was a schoolteacher.
Calvin had to be the brains behind the casino heist.
Well, he put her behind the wheel while he worked the pedals.
Exactly.
Whatever she did, including murder, he owns half of it.
People v.
Calvin, one count conspiracy to commit murder.
One count grand theft.
How do you plead? Not guilty, Your Honor.
Since we all know where Mr.
Calvin is currently residing, I think we can skip the bail discussion.
Next case.
You know, piling on another 25 years isn't going to make any difference to my client.
It makes a difference where he spends it.
Some of the money that Calvin swindled belonged to Armenian drug lords.
Now, unlike the medium security prison he's in now, Pelican Bay Supermax holds prisoners who work for those drug lords.
Prisoners already serving life, who wouldn't give a damn about visiting a death sentence on your client.
Trying to get my client killed? No.
I'm trying to get everyone, including your client and his daughter, the justice that's coming to them.
It's not true.
My father's life was in danger.
He was going to spend that money on prostitutes.
On drugs.
Read the statements.
I read a lot of statements at his first trial.
From witnesses who lied and investors who kept the money they say he stole.
Forget about that.
Think about your own life.
You're a young woman.
Now, we're prepared to offer you a plea bargain in exchange for your testimony about your father's role in this case.
What number did you have in mind? What? CONNIE: She pleads to the theft and murder, she could be out in 20 years.
JONAH: Only because she acted under duress, in the belief that her father's life was in danger.
No.
I'm not selling out my father! I know Liz can't bring herself to believe that her father did anything wrong, but we need to have a conversation.
What's up? It concerns my retainer.
Calvin's lawyer said he'd take care of it.
I got it a few days ago.
It had been wired through a series of banks, but something in the wiring instructions caught my attention.
I didn't want any tax trouble, so I traced back the originating bank.
Long story short, the money's from an offshore account.
The Commercial Bank of Madagascar.
It could belong to Calvin.
A lot of people had their life savings wiped out by that creep.
If we could aid in the recovery of some of those missing assets, would it earn my client a little more consideration? We'll look into it.
So now we're collection agents? We still don't have enough evidence to convict anyone for the murder.
Maybe we can use Long as he doesn't use it to turn us.
That's crazy.
You can bully me all you want.
Threaten to put me where I'll get killed.
But I am broke! Everything I made was paid out to investors.
So you've been saying for the last nine years.
Then, we found this account at the Commercial Bank of Madagascar that was used to pay your daughter's retainer.
We assume it's just the tip of the iceberg.
You'll never be able to get to that money.
Not without his help.
But Walter needs a clear commitment he'll get consideration.
Well, let us hear what he has to say first.
It's not just one phone call.
It will take time to unravel where the money ended up.
These were complex deals.
You know, the major banks were in on it.
They knew what was going on.
But everyone was greedy.
Mr.
Calvin What's your offer? A suspended sentence for his role in the truck heist.
Big nothing.
You threatened to send him to a supermax prison.
I want a guarantee that he'll be transferred to a minimum security prison.
A country club? Not unless he tells us what he knows about the murder of George Patrick.
No.
I'm not going to lie to help you convict my own daughter.
You may think I'm a bastard, but I'm not.
At the end of the day, I'm a good person.
Minimum security in return for helping you recover assets.
That's it.
That's our offer.
Your move.
No.
It's not right, Jerry.
Well, fine.
George Patrick was no angel, but his family deserves better.
What about Calvin's victims? Most of them got burned trying to squeeze an extra point or two on their return.
Yeah, well, I'm sorry, Jerry, but my sympathy has its limits.
Fine.
Let me guess.
Money trumps principle? Hardin's got the Feds salivating at the thought of recovering that money.
Well, my old boss, Jack McCoy, would've gone for principle, and told the Feds to screw themselves.
Yeah, so would Jerry Hardin He might again one day.
What do you make of this? This is a bank account number in Bermuda that Calvin's wife used to buy a condo 12 years ago.
And this is the same account number at the Commercial Bank of Madagascar.
Coincidence? He killed our son.
Now he's got our daughter in jail.
The so-called apple of his eye.
I hope Walter's proud of himself.
Mrs.
Calvin It's Rathman.
My maiden name.
When I divorced Walter, I made my sons take that name.
And Elizabeth, she was 16 when Walter was arrested.
I gave her my mother's maiden name, Bennett.
I tried to protect them.
I understand, Mrs.
Rathman.
I do need to talk to you about these bank accounts.
Everyone still assumes I knew what Walter was up to.
But I didn't.
This is a bank account number you used to buy a condo in Bermuda 12 years ago.
And this is an account number at a bank in Madagascar that your husband claims holds some of the stolen assets.
The numbers are the same.
We were thinking, maybe The Commercial Bank of Madagascar? (LAUGHS) Oh, here we go again.
Has the Commercial Bank of Madagascar been giving you the run-around? Some.
Yeah, they seem very disorganized.
(LAUGHING) What's the joke, Mrs.
Rathman? Thirty years ago, Walter raised capital for his investment fund by borrowing against his fantastic coin collection.
Of course, no one ever saw the coin collection because it was on loan to the Commercial Bank of Madagascar, where it was being appraised by a potential investor.
When investors here called to confirm the coins' value, Walter had a friend there back him up.
There was no collection and no coins.
Not one copper penny.
And now he's playing all of us for suckers.
The Commercial Bank of Madagascar? They'll have you chasing your tail for years.
(SIGHS) We used to have a garden like this.
But much bigger, overlooking San Francisco Bay.
I watched my kids grow up there.
What a life we had.
All built on lies.
WOMAN: Excuse me.
Can you help me? A customer.
You deliberately routed your retainer payment through your friends at the Commercial Bank of Madagascar.
It was a ploy to trick us into thinking you had money hidden there.
Hold on a second.
JONAH: You participated in that deception.
You are so close to being reported to the State Bar.
But you should start packing your bags.
Because as soon as this trial is over, you're headed to maximum security.
What if I give you something else? Like what? Your stash of Zimbabwe treasury bonds? A murder case.
George Patrick.
My daughter.
Spell it out.
She said he was making problems for her.
Spending the money from the heist that they didn't have.
On a house in Costa Rica.
A boat.
He was pressing her to marry him.
Blackmailing her, even.
I tried to calm her down.
But Liz can be fierce when you back her into a corner.
She told you she killed him? (SIGHS) She told me she cut him with a broken champagne glass.
I believe that detail wasn't in the papers.
Now, about that transfer.
It will be to a minimum security institution.
Not unless he corroborates his story.
There's a recording of a conversation between my client and his daughter where she says she wants to make Patrick go away.
Now, you don't get that recording unless you agree to our terms.
Minimum security.
If the recording is everything you say, we're agreed.
LIZ: He bought a boat.
He's calling it Teacher's Pet.
He has this fantasy we're going to have some life together once this is over.
CALVIN: Honey, just keep him on track a little while longer.
Once it's done, it won't matter what he knows.
Daddy, I'm so afraid he's going to mess this up.
You just keep George in line.
I can't stand him.
I just want to make him go away.
It would have been better if she'd used words like kill or disappear.
Let's hear how Calvin reacted.
CALVIN: Don't talk like that.
LIZ: He's disgusting.
Ever since he found out I'm your daughter, he calls me the little princess.
It makes him feel like a big man.
Just a couple more weeks, honey.
I have to go.
George called her the little princess.
So did the hooker, Jenn Mackie.
Little princess? Wally called her that.
I can't believe you brought me all the way down here from Sacramento for this.
It's too much.
I've been very cooperative.
Just ask your friends in the D.
A.
's office.
We're not D.
A.
's and we're not so friendly.
Especially toward murder suspects.
Sweetie, no one ever died from what I do to them.
Except the John you de-balled with a knife 10 years ago.
That was self-defense.
Jury said so.
Well, our jury might say something different about you and George Patrick.
Who's he? He's the one who called Walter's daughter little princess.
Your cell phone puts you a mile from his hotel the night he was murdered, right down the street from here.
So, what? I was in town, visiting my sister in Culver City.
I was playing with the new baby all weekend.
Jenn, we know Walter put you up to it.
Wally? Wally's just a nice old man who's going to die in prison.
I rock his world every couple of weeks.
That's that.
Well, she's a pro.
She knows we have nothing to put her on the scene.
Walter Calvin masterminded this murder.
Maybe his daughter got George Patrick into a bathtub, but Calvin sent this girl to do the killing.
Unless someone breaks, we can't prove it.
Then somebody has to break.
LIZ: (ON TAPE) I just want to make him go away.
CALVIN: Don't talk like that.
He's disgusting.
Ever since he found out I'm your daughter, he calls me the little princess.
It makes him feel like a big man.
CONNIE: He knew his lawyer was recording the conversation.
He only kept the part that implicated you in the murder.
The part that hurt you, not him.
That's what he gave us.
But I didn't kill George.
He wasn't supposed to get killed.
If you have something to tell us, now is the time.
RICARDO: (ON TAPE) What about his kids? Wally talked about his kids all the time.
His boys.
The one who killed himself? He called him the wimp.
The other one, the judge.
Because Wally said he would hang him if he could.
What about his daughter? Oh, he called her his little monkey.
Because he could get her to do whatever he wanted.
When she was little, he would let her sit on his lap when he would drive the Porsche.
She would steer.
One time, he just accelerated to see what she would do.
You know, she was crying and screaming for him to stop.
But he just kept on going.
She was so freaked out, she peed her pants.
He thought that was hilarious.
(CHUCKLES) But he did say to me if he had to do it again, he wouldn't have kids.
Stop it.
Turn it off.
That woman's a whore.
She'll say anything.
But somewhere inside, you know what she said is true.
You remember the humiliation of that day.
All for your father's amusement.
You don't understand him.
Ms.
Bennett, my case files are filled with people like him.
Whether they steal small or large, whether they kill with their own hands or send somebody else to do it, they're all cut from the same cloth.
He's not like them.
He's my father.
He sold you out for a larger cell and a softer mattress.
You don't owe him your life, so help us convict him.
Listen to them, Liz.
You've done everything you can for him.
My father, when I was seven, took me hiking in Yosemite.
I fell, I twisted my ankle, I broke my arm, I was bleeding, and my father carried me for 15 miles.
He ran all the way, holding me in his arms.
It rained and he didn't stop.
And all I could hear was his heart beating inside of his chest.
It was beating for me.
I will never turn against him.
I want to go.
So now what? The only person we can make a murder case against is her.
And we don't think she did the actual killing.
While all we can prove against Calvin is grand theft.
Some things you have to live with.
Yeah.
Not to mention, we made a deal to send Calvin to a minimum security prison for the rest of his term.
Yeah, and some things you don't.
Pursuant to your guilty pleas to the charges of grand theft and bribery of a government official, you're sentenced to eight years to run consecutive to your current term, at a facility to be determined by the Department of Corrections.
Your Honor, under a separate agreement with the District Attorney's Office, my client will serve the remainder of his term in a minimum security facility.
I don't see that here.
Mr.
Dekker? Your Honor, that agreement's void.
I spoke with the Department of Corrections, and they'll be transporting Mr.
Calvin to the maximum security facility in Pelican Bay this afternoon.
What the hell's going on? Your Honor, predicated on that agreement, Mr.
Calvin provided Mr.
Dekker with evidence against his own daughter in a murder case.
And in the interest ofjustice, Your Honor, we've declined to prosecute Ms.
Bennett for murder.
It doesn't matter.
He did his part.
He gave Mr.
Dekker the evidence.
Misleading evidence given in bad faith.
The deal is off.
But Your Honor, that agreement That's the end of it, Mr.
Kennedy.
Please take away the defendant and bring in the next case.
No.
This is This is unjust.
He can't renege! We had a deal! You can't do this to me! I don't deserve it! Liz, honey, save me.
Tell them what you did.
Tell them you killed that idiot.
Daddy.
Tell them.
Tell them now.
Do it! What the hell are you good for? Don't let them do this to me! Remember what I said about reneging on a deal? Forget it.
Already have.
Mr.
Dekker, are the People ready to proceed with Ms.
Bennett's allocution to the charge of grand theft? We are, Your Honor.
(SOBBING)
These are their stories.
So, what's your problem, Billy? My problem? Mmm-hmm.
I invite you to my rehearsal dinner, George.
You can't find a date, so you hit on my bride? I wasn't doing anything.
I saw you grinding her on the dance floor.
Billy, cool it.
To hell with this asshole.
He doesn't know.
What is going on in there? My cousin's acting like an idiot.
Word to the wise, Abby? Jealousy, like a cancer, grows.
Fifteen minutes before the wedding.
Where the hell is she? Don't get yourself all wound up, William.
I'm sure it's nothing.
After what your daughter said to him last night, I wouldn't be so sure.
Wait, isn't that George's room? George? Hey, George, are you in here? Georgie? George! George, she better not be in there with you! Abby, you better come out now! Abby, this is your father.
I swear, if you don't come out this minute NISHIZAWA: Based on body temp and degree of rigor, our bathing beauty expired between midnight and 4:00 a.
m.
this morning.
Scented candles, champagne.
Looks like he was in the mood for love.
Should have skipped the champagne.
Killer probably used the glass to cut his throat.
Right to left by a southpaw, if I had to guess.
Mr.
Patrick's wallet is missing, along with his watch.
Why am I not surprised? Okay, guys.
Let's get him wrapped up.
Whoa.
His watch isn't the only thing that's missing.
That's one for the books.
Usually at weddings, it's the groom who surrenders the family jewels.
So, tell us about your beef with cousin George.
Last night he was dancing with Abby.
I thought he was hitting on her.
Come to find out, he told her that I was engaged once before and that I backed out.
She got all upset because I never told her.
So, you decided to thug it out with George in the men's room.
That was just woofing.
Georgie's my blood.
Last night, where were you? In my room.
Go ahead, check.
I ordered room service, drinks and what-not.
I called my dad on the room phone.
What time did you go to bed? I couldn't sleep.
My brother and my best man came up and sat with me.
(WOMAN SOBBING) I've got to take care of this.
Good luck.
The brother and the best man confirm they were in and out of Billy's room from 11:00 till 5:00 a.
m.
Cousin George might have ordered a pay date last night.
Calls from his cell to escort services just after 1:00.
Fits with the rip-off MO.
My dad always warned me not to let strangers into my hotel room.
That's why he met his hookers at the bar.
There's one thing wrong with the escort theory.
All of these calls are less than a minute.
No time to set up a date.
And there's no call from the escort agency to verify George was legit.
They always call back.
I'll take your word for it.
So maybe the killer made the calls after the fact to cover his tracks.
His or hers.
When my brother was dying of cancer, I swore to him I would look after George.
George needed looking after? He was weak.
He envied what other people had.
He couldn't even be happy for my son getting married.
What did he do for a living? Floor manager at a casino in Downey.
So, what were his problem areas? Money? Drugs? Money.
Child support.
Three kids.
Can you imagine? On what he made? Are there any girlfriends or friends we can talk to? There was this girl he was gonna bring to the wedding.
Liz something.
Liz Bennett? Yeah.
George was real excited about her.
She didn't show.
There was a call to an Elizabeth Bennett on his cell around midnight.
God, I feel terrible.
He called to beg me to go with him, but I didn't want to send the wrong message.
George wasn't killed because of what you did or didn't do, Ms.
Bennett.
Still.
We'd gone on a couple of dates.
We had a nice time.
But he was just too intense.
You mean, like, after two dates, he invites you to a family wedding? Yes, exactly.
Did you notice any other warning signs? You know, things that didn't seem right? I wasn't crazy about his job.
All those sketchy people.
He said he was having problems with these pawnbrokers in the casino.
Pawnbrokers? Yes.
Chinese pawnbrokers.
He said that they would make loans right there in the betting tables.
I mean, a nosebleed is as exciting as it gets for me.
George lived in a very different world.
They buy earrings, bracelets, jewelry right from the customers.
We tried throwing them out, but the customers complained.
So, as long as the customers are happy And they keep gambling.
Well, nobody's here for their health.
(SPEAKING CANTONESE) Mrs.
Yu? These detectives want to ask you about George Patrick.
That's very sad.
He was a good guy.
His girlfriend said he had a problem with you.
George was borrowing from me.
$10,000, 20,000.
He said I had to keep lending or else he's going to throw me out of here.
How much did he owe you? But he kept saying he's going to pay it all back at one time.
I tell him I'm tired of waiting.
I tell him I report him to his bosses.
He promised he'd pay back soon.
This guy makes me feel better about my finances.
He's maxed out on all his credit cards.
$25,000 behind on his mortgage payments.
But he just got his first passport.
And he put a down payment on a little house and a boat in Costa Rica.
He's pulling a Jimmy Buffet.
And maybe paying for it with a casino heist.
If he had an accomplice or two, they might have decided that a two-way split was better than three.
George's schedule at the casino.
They said the day shift Tuesday through Saturday, right? Well, this is a check written on a Wednesday three weeks ago.
$1,500 to a medical supply company.
It's his signature, but the rest is somebody else's writing.
Maybe he sent one of his accomplices to run errands.
This is Detective Jaruszalski again.
Please call me back as soon as possible.
We hit the only medical supply store with banker's hours.
It's Friday afternoon.
Maybe the owner is Jewish and he went home already.
I talked to the boat builder in Costa Rica.
He said George told him he'd be down there in two weeks with the rest of the money for the boat.
They're emailing me a picture of it.
Two weeks.
So the heist would be sometime between now and then.
Yeah, if his accomplices stay on schedule.
Maybe this is the boat.
(CHUCKLES) Teacher's Pet.
So Liz Bennett was going to be part of George's world after all.
TJ: Bedroom closet's empty.
She cleared out.
She's got a laminating machine.
Always handy for making fake I.
D.
's.
Internet routers.
Somebody took them apart.
This girl's got strange habits.
And deadly ones, too.
Factory-issue grip for a Beretta.
Maybe she switched it out for a custom grip.
I think we've found our accomplice.
Back in five.
I don't understand.
It was working just a minute ago.
Can you just write out the receipt? We got nine more deliveries tonight.
Fifteen minutes off schedule.
Beth better burn rubber.
Better put on the reds.
An armored truck just disappeared from George's casino with a million and a half in the back.
Look who was driving.
I guess nosebleeds weren't exciting enough.
(SIREN WAILING) The printer went offline.
The guards had to wait for a receipt.
The printers are connected to a router? Yeah.
She hacked it.
Bought herself 15 minutes.
We checked her out.
She had no criminal record.
She's been working for us for three months.
How did she get to work today? She drove.
Her car's still in our parking lot.
You got a way of tracking your truck? Yes.
We just activated the system.
She hacked the casino's routers.
George probably gave her the codes.
Fatal mistake.
He outlived his usefulness.
She drew him a hot bath and sliced him up.
We just got a GPS hit on the truck.
Two miles from here.
Damn, she's fast.
Maybe she had a car parked on the street.
There are security cameras down the block.
Maybe we can catch a license plate.
Our favorite sucker, George, rented the garage a month ago.
Anything? No one matching our girl.
Rewind to the woman in the wheelchair.
For an old gal, she's rolling along at a pretty good clip.
How much do you think an electric wheelchair costs at a medical supply store? I'm going to guess Me, too.
She's probably got the money from the truck stacked under the seat, hidden by the blanket.
Isn't that one of the units that responded to the garage location? Nice.
Hide in plain sight.
Maybe the MTA can find where she got off.
The suspect was tracked to a Park & Ride in that car.
A car registered to you.
It shouldn't be.
I sold it three months ago.
Who did you sell it to? I need to make a call.
Something pressing, Mr.
Rathman? My sister.
I sold her the car.
I need to make sure she's okay.
Is this your sister? Yes.
What's she doing in that get-up? She worked part-time as an armored truck driver.
Is she okay? When is the last time you talked to her? When I sold her the car.
Please.
If she's hurt, I need to contact our mother.
Well, she looks fine to us.
In this picture, she's about to drive off in your car.
With over a million dollars of stolen money.
That's crazy.
She's a teacher.
And a thief.
If you have any information on her, we need it now.
You should know better than to try to intimidate a lawyer.
I have nothing more to say.
Maybe he has something to say to someone else.
Twelve minutes after we left, brother Dan called his sister's cell.
I know.
Props to you.
He was on the phone just long enough to leave a message.
Now, five minutes later, he got a call from a no-name cell.
That could be anyone.
Yeah, except that same no-name cell also called Liz's old school two hours earlier.
It also called Kennedy and Associates, a law firm up in San Francisco.
Charles Kennedy.
Big-time criminal lawyer.
Maybe Liz is setting up representation.
Yeah, there was a third call from that no-name cell to a Joseph Silman up in the town of Folsom.
Johnny Cash country.
Now, that's very interesting.
Joe Silman's captain of the guard in charge of A block.
Now, are you sure this woman contacted him? Sure enough to fly all the way up here.
It's possible she plans to use the money she stole to bust someone out.
We sent you her name.
Has she had any contact with an inmate here? There's no record of it.
And there's no one by that name listed as a relative of any of our inmates.
And what about Joe Silman? Can you vouch for him? Joe's been captain for 10 years.
His record's clean.
(CELL PHONE RINGING) He's got three kids, and his wife has got MS.
So a little extra income on the side wouldn't hurt.
TJ: She just called him again, The cell pinged off a tower near Stockton.
She's headed this way.
What time does Joe Silman get off work? My marriage was cursed from the get-go.
At the wedding, in the church parking lot, somebody found a rattlesnake under a car.
Now, it's mostly cops, so everybody pulls out a gun to shoot the snake.
I don't believe in omens, but that? That was an omen.
(CLEARS THROAT) LIZ: Hey.
How are you? Hi.
Police! Hands on your head! (GASPS) Hands on your head! Police.
Put your hands on your head.
What do we have here? Contribution to your pension plan? Officer, I spend my day with people who were too dumb to lawyer up.
Not me.
I'm invoking right now.
Enjoy the ride back to LA.
I tell you, if I had her as a third grade teacher, my life would've been very different.
(LAUGHS) Here we go.
Oh, bummer.
Too much to hope she'd have the money on her, huh? Well, let's hope she didn't spend it on muni bonds.
Jackpot.
Motel room key.
Silman's cell phone number and a CDC inmate number.
The inmate she was gonna bust out.
No.
No, this can't be right.
It's not an inmate number? No, it is.
Matter of fact, one of our better-known inmates.
And he is in Silman's cell block.
Take a look.
TJ: Walter Calvin.
The swindler.
Yep.
Now in the ninth year of a 50-year sentence.
That's what you get for swindling 30 billion dollars.
He has kids, doesn't he? Yeah.
His oldest son committed suicide four years ago.
He's got another son, Dan, and a daughter, Elizabeth.
She was going to bust Dad out ofjail.
Chip off the old block.
My daughter, help me escape? I'm 62 years old.
I'm too old to climb over walls or hide in laundry baskets.
Your daughter jacked an armored car for a million and a half.
That gets you a luxury ride out of here.
You have a logic problem.
For the last nine years, the state has maintained my client has billions stashed away.
Now, if that's true, why would he need his daughter to steal a million dollars to facilitate his escape? Maybe his billions are overseas and out of reach.
Your daughter's facing a murder charge for killing her accomplice.
The death penalty's hanging over her head.
You could ease the burden by taking some of the weight of this caper.
After all, what's an extra 25 years to you? I worked very hard to get Mr.
Calvin into a medium security prison.
As much as he cares about his daughter, I'm not about to let him talk his way into maximum security.
Not even for your daughter, Mr.
Calvin? I can't believe Elizabeth would kill anyone.
Anyway, whatever she did had nothing to do with me.
My bid's 50 years.
I've made my peace with it.
I'm not going anywhere.
We're done.
Nasty cuts.
What happened? I slipped.
In the shower.
You could have saved yourselves the drive.
My client doesn't have anything to say at this time.
Well, she'd better think of something soon.
The police found the money in her motel room.
She was arrested bribing a corrections officer.
And we matched hairs from George Patrick's hotel room to her.
That's your murder evidence? Hairs from a woman who kissed the victim the day before? Exchange and transfer.
George Patrick carried that hair into his hotel room on his clothes.
I didn't kill George.
So that's your murder defense.
What do you have for the rest? JONAH: Does it have anything to do with the injuries the police saw on your father? Your father was assaulted by other prisoners seven times in the first five months he was incarcerated.
The assumption was your father used some of his hidden money to buy protection.
JONAH: Maybe the money's inaccessible now.
The beatings start again, and your father reached out to you.
I'll put it plainly.
She was told that unless she paid Joe Silman, the guards couldn't guarantee her father's safety.
Those animals in prison were gonna kill him.
Everyone thinks he has billions hidden somewhere, but he doesn't.
He didn't steal anything.
He didn't do anything wrong.
He doesn't have any money.
That's her defense.
She did it under a threat to her father's life.
Acting under duress to save a life could be grounds for an acquittal.
For the truck heist, not the murder.
Which we're a long way from proving.
Her lawyer's right.
The hairs aren't evidence of anything.
Well, that's a police problem.
Our challenge is the fact that she tells a compelling story about her father.
What, that he's innocent? She's deluded.
He was convicted of over 200 counts of fraud.
Thousands of people's lives were ruined because of this guy.
Deluded or not, she makes a powerful witness for herself.
A desperate daughter rescuing a father victimized by the system.
If there are holes in her story, we need to find them.
My father ruined the lives of everyone he came in contact with.
Now he's done it to Liz.
She thinks he's innocent.
She always was Daddy's girl.
When he drove his Porsche, he'd hold her in his lap and let her steer.
He'd take the car up to 100 per hour.
(SIGHS) Liz would laugh.
She'd get so giddy.
She was 11.
Daddy could do no wrong.
My father's toxic.
My older brother, Alex, his whole life was being Walter Calvin's son.
After my father was arrested, everyone assumed Alex was in on it.
He couldn't handle it.
He killed himself.
If Liz is so devoted to your father, why hasn't she visited him in prison? My mother wouldn't allow it.
Even she stopped visiting after my brother died.
Liz got used to communicating with him through his lawyer.
Now she claims she was trying to save his life.
(SIGHS) Three months ago, Liz showed me a video Dad's lawyer shot in prison.
My father had bruises and cuts on his face.
He said he'd been attacked.
His life was in danger unless he could pay protection.
Liz was freaking out.
She wanted my help.
But I just didn't care.
These injuries, you said three months ago? He looked like hell.
Three months ago, the day before a visit from his lawyer, Calvin was treated for facial injuries sustained in "a fall down the stairs.
" Then, two weeks ago, again, the day before his lawyer visited him, he was treated for facial injuries from "a slip and fall in the shower.
" In all, we found reports of four accidents in the last three months, all with facial injuries, always the day before his lawyer's visits, and all of them written up by you.
These weren't accidents.
They were deliberate beatings to the face for maximum effect in the videos Calvin's lawyer was making for his daughter.
It was all part of the shakedown, wasn't it? For protection money? Come now, Mr.
Silman.
You're a corrupt C.
O.
Iooking at a long bid in the state penitentiary.
You won't have any friends there.
So you cannot afford to make enemies of us.
I wasn't shaking down Calvin.
He was shaking down his daughter.
You'll have to explain that.
He said all his money was tied up overseas.
He needed to motivate his daughter for fresh cash.
For protection? Calvin needed protection when he first went inside.
Then things settled down.
No, this money wasn't for protection.
Then for what? I need to draw you a picture? Even in prison, the man liked the good life.
You can't believe a word that son of a bitch says.
Ms.
Mackie, we are only interested in you as a witness, not as a defendant.
That could change.
Look, it's not as though I did anything wrong.
Every two weeks, there would be a limo waiting outside with a bag of groceries in the back.
You know, caviar, pate, a $200 bottle of wine.
Rich boy snacks.
Drugs? Cocaine? Whatever you say.
Anyway, Wally, Mr.
Calvin, arranged it with Silman so I could share conjugal visits with him.
We'd spend the evening in the prison trailer.
The first hour, drinking wine and waiting for the Viagra to kick in.
How were you paid? It was nice.
Five grand in an envelope in the back of the limo when I was ready to go home.
When was the last time that you visited Mr.
Calvin? It's been a couple months.
Wally said he was tapped out, but there was more cash coming in.
The little princess was on it.
The least she could do for Daddy.
Ten grand a month for a hooker, five grand for amenities, and another three grand Silman admits receiving for organizing Calvin's recreational activities.
That's over $200,000 a year.
I doubt if Liz knew that she was stealing to finance her daddy's sex and drug parties.
So, after swindling everybody he knows, he swindles his own daughter? Walter Calvin's a hard man to love.
That's why I want to see his life change for the worse.
Liz was a schoolteacher.
Calvin had to be the brains behind the casino heist.
Well, he put her behind the wheel while he worked the pedals.
Exactly.
Whatever she did, including murder, he owns half of it.
People v.
Calvin, one count conspiracy to commit murder.
One count grand theft.
How do you plead? Not guilty, Your Honor.
Since we all know where Mr.
Calvin is currently residing, I think we can skip the bail discussion.
Next case.
You know, piling on another 25 years isn't going to make any difference to my client.
It makes a difference where he spends it.
Some of the money that Calvin swindled belonged to Armenian drug lords.
Now, unlike the medium security prison he's in now, Pelican Bay Supermax holds prisoners who work for those drug lords.
Prisoners already serving life, who wouldn't give a damn about visiting a death sentence on your client.
Trying to get my client killed? No.
I'm trying to get everyone, including your client and his daughter, the justice that's coming to them.
It's not true.
My father's life was in danger.
He was going to spend that money on prostitutes.
On drugs.
Read the statements.
I read a lot of statements at his first trial.
From witnesses who lied and investors who kept the money they say he stole.
Forget about that.
Think about your own life.
You're a young woman.
Now, we're prepared to offer you a plea bargain in exchange for your testimony about your father's role in this case.
What number did you have in mind? What? CONNIE: She pleads to the theft and murder, she could be out in 20 years.
JONAH: Only because she acted under duress, in the belief that her father's life was in danger.
No.
I'm not selling out my father! I know Liz can't bring herself to believe that her father did anything wrong, but we need to have a conversation.
What's up? It concerns my retainer.
Calvin's lawyer said he'd take care of it.
I got it a few days ago.
It had been wired through a series of banks, but something in the wiring instructions caught my attention.
I didn't want any tax trouble, so I traced back the originating bank.
Long story short, the money's from an offshore account.
The Commercial Bank of Madagascar.
It could belong to Calvin.
A lot of people had their life savings wiped out by that creep.
If we could aid in the recovery of some of those missing assets, would it earn my client a little more consideration? We'll look into it.
So now we're collection agents? We still don't have enough evidence to convict anyone for the murder.
Maybe we can use Long as he doesn't use it to turn us.
That's crazy.
You can bully me all you want.
Threaten to put me where I'll get killed.
But I am broke! Everything I made was paid out to investors.
So you've been saying for the last nine years.
Then, we found this account at the Commercial Bank of Madagascar that was used to pay your daughter's retainer.
We assume it's just the tip of the iceberg.
You'll never be able to get to that money.
Not without his help.
But Walter needs a clear commitment he'll get consideration.
Well, let us hear what he has to say first.
It's not just one phone call.
It will take time to unravel where the money ended up.
These were complex deals.
You know, the major banks were in on it.
They knew what was going on.
But everyone was greedy.
Mr.
Calvin What's your offer? A suspended sentence for his role in the truck heist.
Big nothing.
You threatened to send him to a supermax prison.
I want a guarantee that he'll be transferred to a minimum security prison.
A country club? Not unless he tells us what he knows about the murder of George Patrick.
No.
I'm not going to lie to help you convict my own daughter.
You may think I'm a bastard, but I'm not.
At the end of the day, I'm a good person.
Minimum security in return for helping you recover assets.
That's it.
That's our offer.
Your move.
No.
It's not right, Jerry.
Well, fine.
George Patrick was no angel, but his family deserves better.
What about Calvin's victims? Most of them got burned trying to squeeze an extra point or two on their return.
Yeah, well, I'm sorry, Jerry, but my sympathy has its limits.
Fine.
Let me guess.
Money trumps principle? Hardin's got the Feds salivating at the thought of recovering that money.
Well, my old boss, Jack McCoy, would've gone for principle, and told the Feds to screw themselves.
Yeah, so would Jerry Hardin He might again one day.
What do you make of this? This is a bank account number in Bermuda that Calvin's wife used to buy a condo 12 years ago.
And this is the same account number at the Commercial Bank of Madagascar.
Coincidence? He killed our son.
Now he's got our daughter in jail.
The so-called apple of his eye.
I hope Walter's proud of himself.
Mrs.
Calvin It's Rathman.
My maiden name.
When I divorced Walter, I made my sons take that name.
And Elizabeth, she was 16 when Walter was arrested.
I gave her my mother's maiden name, Bennett.
I tried to protect them.
I understand, Mrs.
Rathman.
I do need to talk to you about these bank accounts.
Everyone still assumes I knew what Walter was up to.
But I didn't.
This is a bank account number you used to buy a condo in Bermuda 12 years ago.
And this is an account number at a bank in Madagascar that your husband claims holds some of the stolen assets.
The numbers are the same.
We were thinking, maybe The Commercial Bank of Madagascar? (LAUGHS) Oh, here we go again.
Has the Commercial Bank of Madagascar been giving you the run-around? Some.
Yeah, they seem very disorganized.
(LAUGHING) What's the joke, Mrs.
Rathman? Thirty years ago, Walter raised capital for his investment fund by borrowing against his fantastic coin collection.
Of course, no one ever saw the coin collection because it was on loan to the Commercial Bank of Madagascar, where it was being appraised by a potential investor.
When investors here called to confirm the coins' value, Walter had a friend there back him up.
There was no collection and no coins.
Not one copper penny.
And now he's playing all of us for suckers.
The Commercial Bank of Madagascar? They'll have you chasing your tail for years.
(SIGHS) We used to have a garden like this.
But much bigger, overlooking San Francisco Bay.
I watched my kids grow up there.
What a life we had.
All built on lies.
WOMAN: Excuse me.
Can you help me? A customer.
You deliberately routed your retainer payment through your friends at the Commercial Bank of Madagascar.
It was a ploy to trick us into thinking you had money hidden there.
Hold on a second.
JONAH: You participated in that deception.
You are so close to being reported to the State Bar.
But you should start packing your bags.
Because as soon as this trial is over, you're headed to maximum security.
What if I give you something else? Like what? Your stash of Zimbabwe treasury bonds? A murder case.
George Patrick.
My daughter.
Spell it out.
She said he was making problems for her.
Spending the money from the heist that they didn't have.
On a house in Costa Rica.
A boat.
He was pressing her to marry him.
Blackmailing her, even.
I tried to calm her down.
But Liz can be fierce when you back her into a corner.
She told you she killed him? (SIGHS) She told me she cut him with a broken champagne glass.
I believe that detail wasn't in the papers.
Now, about that transfer.
It will be to a minimum security institution.
Not unless he corroborates his story.
There's a recording of a conversation between my client and his daughter where she says she wants to make Patrick go away.
Now, you don't get that recording unless you agree to our terms.
Minimum security.
If the recording is everything you say, we're agreed.
LIZ: He bought a boat.
He's calling it Teacher's Pet.
He has this fantasy we're going to have some life together once this is over.
CALVIN: Honey, just keep him on track a little while longer.
Once it's done, it won't matter what he knows.
Daddy, I'm so afraid he's going to mess this up.
You just keep George in line.
I can't stand him.
I just want to make him go away.
It would have been better if she'd used words like kill or disappear.
Let's hear how Calvin reacted.
CALVIN: Don't talk like that.
LIZ: He's disgusting.
Ever since he found out I'm your daughter, he calls me the little princess.
It makes him feel like a big man.
Just a couple more weeks, honey.
I have to go.
George called her the little princess.
So did the hooker, Jenn Mackie.
Little princess? Wally called her that.
I can't believe you brought me all the way down here from Sacramento for this.
It's too much.
I've been very cooperative.
Just ask your friends in the D.
A.
's office.
We're not D.
A.
's and we're not so friendly.
Especially toward murder suspects.
Sweetie, no one ever died from what I do to them.
Except the John you de-balled with a knife 10 years ago.
That was self-defense.
Jury said so.
Well, our jury might say something different about you and George Patrick.
Who's he? He's the one who called Walter's daughter little princess.
Your cell phone puts you a mile from his hotel the night he was murdered, right down the street from here.
So, what? I was in town, visiting my sister in Culver City.
I was playing with the new baby all weekend.
Jenn, we know Walter put you up to it.
Wally? Wally's just a nice old man who's going to die in prison.
I rock his world every couple of weeks.
That's that.
Well, she's a pro.
She knows we have nothing to put her on the scene.
Walter Calvin masterminded this murder.
Maybe his daughter got George Patrick into a bathtub, but Calvin sent this girl to do the killing.
Unless someone breaks, we can't prove it.
Then somebody has to break.
LIZ: (ON TAPE) I just want to make him go away.
CALVIN: Don't talk like that.
He's disgusting.
Ever since he found out I'm your daughter, he calls me the little princess.
It makes him feel like a big man.
CONNIE: He knew his lawyer was recording the conversation.
He only kept the part that implicated you in the murder.
The part that hurt you, not him.
That's what he gave us.
But I didn't kill George.
He wasn't supposed to get killed.
If you have something to tell us, now is the time.
RICARDO: (ON TAPE) What about his kids? Wally talked about his kids all the time.
His boys.
The one who killed himself? He called him the wimp.
The other one, the judge.
Because Wally said he would hang him if he could.
What about his daughter? Oh, he called her his little monkey.
Because he could get her to do whatever he wanted.
When she was little, he would let her sit on his lap when he would drive the Porsche.
She would steer.
One time, he just accelerated to see what she would do.
You know, she was crying and screaming for him to stop.
But he just kept on going.
She was so freaked out, she peed her pants.
He thought that was hilarious.
(CHUCKLES) But he did say to me if he had to do it again, he wouldn't have kids.
Stop it.
Turn it off.
That woman's a whore.
She'll say anything.
But somewhere inside, you know what she said is true.
You remember the humiliation of that day.
All for your father's amusement.
You don't understand him.
Ms.
Bennett, my case files are filled with people like him.
Whether they steal small or large, whether they kill with their own hands or send somebody else to do it, they're all cut from the same cloth.
He's not like them.
He's my father.
He sold you out for a larger cell and a softer mattress.
You don't owe him your life, so help us convict him.
Listen to them, Liz.
You've done everything you can for him.
My father, when I was seven, took me hiking in Yosemite.
I fell, I twisted my ankle, I broke my arm, I was bleeding, and my father carried me for 15 miles.
He ran all the way, holding me in his arms.
It rained and he didn't stop.
And all I could hear was his heart beating inside of his chest.
It was beating for me.
I will never turn against him.
I want to go.
So now what? The only person we can make a murder case against is her.
And we don't think she did the actual killing.
While all we can prove against Calvin is grand theft.
Some things you have to live with.
Yeah.
Not to mention, we made a deal to send Calvin to a minimum security prison for the rest of his term.
Yeah, and some things you don't.
Pursuant to your guilty pleas to the charges of grand theft and bribery of a government official, you're sentenced to eight years to run consecutive to your current term, at a facility to be determined by the Department of Corrections.
Your Honor, under a separate agreement with the District Attorney's Office, my client will serve the remainder of his term in a minimum security facility.
I don't see that here.
Mr.
Dekker? Your Honor, that agreement's void.
I spoke with the Department of Corrections, and they'll be transporting Mr.
Calvin to the maximum security facility in Pelican Bay this afternoon.
What the hell's going on? Your Honor, predicated on that agreement, Mr.
Calvin provided Mr.
Dekker with evidence against his own daughter in a murder case.
And in the interest ofjustice, Your Honor, we've declined to prosecute Ms.
Bennett for murder.
It doesn't matter.
He did his part.
He gave Mr.
Dekker the evidence.
Misleading evidence given in bad faith.
The deal is off.
But Your Honor, that agreement That's the end of it, Mr.
Kennedy.
Please take away the defendant and bring in the next case.
No.
This is This is unjust.
He can't renege! We had a deal! You can't do this to me! I don't deserve it! Liz, honey, save me.
Tell them what you did.
Tell them you killed that idiot.
Daddy.
Tell them.
Tell them now.
Do it! What the hell are you good for? Don't let them do this to me! Remember what I said about reneging on a deal? Forget it.
Already have.
Mr.
Dekker, are the People ready to proceed with Ms.
Bennett's allocution to the charge of grand theft? We are, Your Honor.
(SOBBING)