Profiler (1996) s01e19 Episode Script

PROFILER 1X19: FTX: FIELD TRAINING EXERCISE TRANSCRIBED FROM DVD Mr.
O'Connor? It's Ted Fiorello.
What the hell is that? Is that you, O'Connor? Promised you I'd be here, didn't I? And I keep my promises.
Up here.
Unh! Come on.
Come on! I hear you, Teddy, but promises are promises.
You promised I could trust you, but I think you lied.
Well, timing fits.
Grace said that the body was in the ground about four months.
Kay Lee Norris, 27.
Drove for Dixie States Overland.
She went missing two days after your friend Angel was saved from Jack by a lady truck driver.
He hunted her down, and he killed her.
No good deed goes unpunished.
We'll start by confirming that she drove that route.
P.
A.
: Please assemble at the command center for a briefing on the field training exercise at 0900.
I forgot about that damn thing.
Yeah.
Hey, uh, Nathan, uh any way I can get a copy of these, please? No problem.
Instead of catching killers, we have to waste our time with an FTX.
Oh! Shee! Hi, Nate.
I guess I should've called first, huh? Uh Sam, I don't think you've ever met my wife before.
Michelle.
Michelle Brubaker.
Nice meeting you.
Very nice meeting you.
I'll see you there.
I'm taking depositions in our Atlanta office all week.
So I thought I'd drop by.
Well, it's a bad morning.
We're right in the middle of a training exercise, and- Is there some place we can talk? I've got about five minutes, Michelle.
I've been talking to my folks, and I spent some time with your mother.
Look, we're friends, Nate, and I needed her advice.
She agrees with me.
It's stupid to go on like this if you insist on staying with the Bureau.
Yeah, maybe.
Probably.
But I like how you always pitch this so I'm the one who has to change or else.
Well, that's kind of the way it is.
I'm still the same person I was when we were married.
You're the one that took the big left turn.
- If all I did every day was to hold your clients' hands through living trust and probate hearings, I'd die.
This is my job.
It makes a difference.
And one day it might get you killed.
It's an amicable divorce.
The court considers the fact that we've been apart nearly a year, and, essentially, we just cease being married.
Doing this is terrible for me, too, Nate.
But not doing it is worse.
So how does this sound? Sea Island, Cabana on the beach Mmm.
Just you and me and the waves.
You know, they say that pounding waves release massive amounts of ions, and ions are sexy.
Why do you need ions, Malone, when you've got me? But I can't go.
Art just came back from San Diego.
Wait a minute.
Haven't you been separated for over a year? Correct me if I'm wrong, Ellen, but I was under the impression that you were in charge of your life, not Art Behar.
He hopes we can straighten things out.
And what do you hope for? Tell me about the ion thing again.
Well, you can beg me when we get there.
I've got to go.
I'll talk to you later.
Bye.
- Yeah.
Bye.
I'm crazy about you.
Ed.
How're you doing? All right.
How are you? It's been three years, huh? Just about.
So what've you got up your sleeve for us? I heard it took Dallas 36 hours to crack this one.
I got a box of cigars says we can do it better.
(It's not a game this time.
Oh, it's never a game to you desk jockeys.
What's up? We've got a mole in the bureau selling our covert operations.
Not here.
Well, actually, we haven't ruled that out.
You know Ted Fiorello? Of course.
He was undercover with the O'Connor mob for the last six months.
I was on the tactical advisory board for the whole thing.
Well, we think this mole fingered him to Cahill O'Connor, and that's why O'Connor torched him.
It was terrible.
Why wasn't I told? That's why I'm here.
I see.
I'm digging for the mole using these Field Training Exercises as a cover.
Well, you're not gonna find him at the VCTF.
Between agents and staff, you've got 65 people cleared for this facility.
How can you be sure one of them hasn't figured out a way to get a look at your secret communications? You know damn well those are eyes only.
They never leave my desk.
You're accusing me? No.
I'm not.
But I've already cleared Dallas, San Diego and Boston, so he's either got to be in New York or here.
We don't copy the details of our undercover work to anyone else.
Well, I know my people, Ed.
They do not sell covert intelligence to organized crime.
I hope you're right.
So far, I'm only giving you the straight facts.
I want this FTX to shake things up, and hopefully, flush our mole out in the open so when I brief your people, I'm gonna mix up the truth a little bit, create some intentional discord.
Oh, I brought a referee with me to help.
You know Agent Behar? Behar Art Behar? Yeah.
I called him back from San Diego for this.
Oh let's say I've heard a lot about him.
Ok, people, here's the drill.
For those of you who've never participated in an FTX, it's kind of a war game, a fictitious problem to test how we work as a unit for as long as it takes.
Now, deputy director Ed Portrero from Quantico is gonna run the exercise.
Ed? Thank you.
That means I'm god, and from here on, reality is only what I say it is.
Agent Ted Fiorello was killed two weeks ago in Cleveland.
Some say he deserved it, that he was dirty.
He was selling information to the O'Connor syndicate, and it seems O'Connor finally got tired of paying.
The fact Fiorello went bad is less important to us than how we let it happen.
The code of silence, the buddy system, that's our enemy.
Someone in this VCTF is carrying on where Fiorello left off.
There's a mole in this room, and I want you to find him.
Well, a few weasels in here I know about, but no moles.
You can't afford not to take this seriously, Freleng.
Exactly.
So here's what you're looking for - an eyes only briefing memo copied by the mole.
He or she has hidden it in the VCTF.
Details of an undercover mob infiltration that could get more agents killed.
See a blue dot? Don't waste your time.
You're cold.
Put them on files, desks, the obvious places.
You'll have to be more clever.
Just initial it and move on.
Let's get started.
Uh, uh, just-I'd like to be clear here.
For the purpose of the exercise, one of us is a mole? Yes, for the purpose of the exercise, I've made one of you a traitor.
What's Portrero up to, Bailey? An FTX.
Yeah, I heard, but that doesn't make sense.
I mean, come on, you saw those photos.
Fiorello was supposedly on O'Connor's payroll, and he wasn't wired or anything? I'm under orders not to confirm anything, Sam.
Why? Do they think there's a real mole here in the Task Force? It's more than an exercise.
That's all I can say about it.
When I was called back to D.
C.
last week, it was only the first volley.
I was really caught off-guard.
It's awfully cold in here.
So, what exactly am I being accused of? You're not being accused of anything.
Everyone values your service, Agent Malone.
But there have been some irregularities.
I've done nothing improper.
Concerns have been raised about improper methods, illegal wiretapping, dubious informants - By whom? Take care you make no accusations, Malone.
I will not be dictated to or have my integrity questioned.
You choose.
Just watch my back for me, Sam.
I've got the feeling the sniper scope is pointed between my shoulder blades.
Eyes only security memos come by courier or encrypted e- mail, and they never leave Bailey's office.
Which, I assume, is why we're looking for a copy.
Ok, here's the password.
So let's use a copy machine.
No, you'd get caught.
Like, every square inch of this place has got a security camera on it.
Besides, you can't copy it.
It's printed on non-copy blue which was developed for anti-counterfeit protection.
You can't fax it, you can't scan it.
You need special lenses to take a photo of it.
The CIA makes a special paper that you can sandwich to it, and expose it to a bright light, but that's the only way.
132-bit encryption.
You need ten million monkeys to hack your way into that.
Thanks.
Grace is the least likely one of us to suspect, so I say she's the one Portrero made his mole.
Ah, the Perry Mason School of Deduction.
So, how serious do we get? This is an FTX, Nate.
Either we waste our time trying to think things through, or we do what he wants us to do: Invade each others' privacy.
I'll dump out her desk.
Great.
Ok, blue dot.
No the chemical's too messy.
But too hot.
Autopsy table.
Whoa, John, check it out.
What? Grace has got a book about being pregnant.
"What your mother wouldn't tell you.
" Uh-uh, pass.
It's a reference.
Uh, no.
This is a gift from her husband.
"Only eight months to read this and counting.
Morgan.
" Grace is pregnant? Why didn't she tell us? She obviously didn't want us to know.
Now I feel lousy.
Me, too.
Still pregnant women aren't supposed to have caffeine, are they? Nope.
So what is Grace doing with a hot coffee pot? All righty, stop the clock! We got microdots, cameras, special lenses, the whole ugly deal.
We found this little buddy here in Grace's espresso.
Grace, you little snake! Portrero made me do it.
Kind of a short career as a mole, though, huh? How'd you find it? Elementary.
And you're not drinking that much java these days, are you, "mom"? Who told you? Nathan went through your desk.
He found your "I'm pregnant" book.
"I'm pregnant.
" You're pregnant? Two months.
I didn't want to say anything until I was sure - But I am.
I'm sure.
Oh, That's wonderful! Congratulations.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I will.
Thank you.
Hey, Ed, we just beat Dallas by 47 seconds.
That's not important now.
Behar just found these in your desk.
My desk! What the hell were you doing in my desk? It's government property, Malone.
Subject to random security checks.
A box of paper for making copies of non-photo blue, and three eyes only briefing memos on Ted Fiorello's undercover work, which should've gone back to Quantico weeks ago.
I sent them back, Ed, the same day.
Not by the looks of it.
I'm sorry, Bailey, but until we get this straightened out, I'm taking charge of the VCTF.
You're suspended.
It was in that drawer just before you walked in my office.
Believe me, it wasn't in there.
But after we started the FTX, you were gone, and your office was unlocked.
Is that S.
O.
P.
? I don't keep sensitive documents in my desk.
I have a safe for that.
I want those fingerprinted.
Be my guest, Ed.
I never saw that box of copy paper.
I did send the memos back to Quantico.
If my initials are on them, so are my prints.
Oh, of course, but how are you going to prove that somebody planted them in your desk? I don't see a way out of this for you.
You know what? There's your answer.
This is about thirty times normal speed, time of day is 11:07.
Did you, uh, you check the gear recently, Ron? Yes, sir.
Scheduled maintenance.
No anomalies.
Number A-30, the camera in Agent Malone's office, has less than half its service life.
Dresden is in charge of the video surveillance system.
He'd know if there were any problems.
Uh, freeze it right there.
That's when you found the papers in Bailey's desk.
Right.
So we've watched the whole tape.
An unbroken record since the time you arrived before nine.
No one touched that desk until we did.
Well, someone had to.
Could the machine have popped out of record? No, sir.
If a frame is missing, the computer sounds an alarm.
George? He's right.
Would you rewind it, please? Art, go through it frame by frame.
This time, in real time with sound, to be sure.
I'm ordering a complete background check, Bailey.
Full financial disclosure, the works.
You got a hair out of place, I'll find it.
Yeah, do what you have to do.
Well, you could save us all a lot of time and trouble if you'd go on the polygraph.
No lie detectors, Bailey.
You've seen it backfire on enough suspects.
Did you know Ted Fiorello? We were classmates at the academy.
Did you give information to Cahill O'Connor that Fiorello was undercover? Of course not, Jersey.
Just simple answers, Bailey.
Did you copy eyes only documents? No.
You live alone? Yes.
I mean, no.
My daughter just started living with me.
Ok.
Don't rush, just gather your thoughts.
You know how this thing works.
Are you a mole? No.
I'm a bunny rabbit.
It was inconclusive, so they'll reject it.
It should've exonerated me, Sam.
It happens, Bailey.
That's why they don't allow those things in court.
So you, Portrero, and Fiorello went to the Academy together? We were pretty tight.
Competitive.
It was always One, two, three.
Portrero usually had the jump on us.
Graduated first in the class.
Then why is he running this investigation? He can't be objective.
He's not the only one, Sam.
I think I know why I failed the lie detector test.
Haven't you been separated for over a year? I mean, correct me if I'm wrong, Ellen, but I was under the impression that you were in charge of your life, not Art Behar.
What do you hope for? You didn't seem like that the last time.
You can beg me when we get there.
You don't have to keep watching it.
You and Ellen, huh? She's a wonderful woman, Art.
She's a wonderful woman.
A wonderful woman Yes, I know.
She's my wife.
You son of a bitch.
She was your wife.
You're separated.
And you don't even give a damn that it is on tape for everyone to hear! You're flaunting it! I wasn't flaunting it.
It's the system.
Cameras everywhere constantly - we all forget about it sometimes.
I'm sorry.
It was thoughtless.
Thoughtless.
You'll have plenty of time to think about it in Leavenworth.
You know, they talk about the VCTF at Quantico.
Bailey Malone's little kingdom.
Your own set of rules.
We use the same book you do.
Not the way I hear it.
You remember a few months ago, they sent a man out from D.
C.
named Grimes to look around? He filed a report.
I read it.
Raised a lot of eyebrows.
Turn around! Turn around! Don't move! Relax! Relax! Drop your weapon! FBI! Where's your I.
D.
? Where's your I.
D.
? Cuff him! First, Malone claimed Jack of All Trades stole his badge, killed a woman, pinned her with it.
But when Grimes tried to find out more, Malone froze him out.
What the hell are you doing? You know the rules of engagement.
When an agent gets burned, we go to the wall.
I'm bringing fifty more agents into town.
We're gonna rock and roll on this clown.
Don't waste your time.
This is VCTF business.
This is an up-yours from Jack.
This whack has your team in his cross hairs, and he's gonna quit sending invitations and unload on you.
I'm calling out the cavalry.
Do that and he'll go down so deep we'll need a diving bell to find him.
How many more people have to die, Malone? It's my operation, so back off.
Jack nearly iced you, too, Brubaker.
Grimes told me you weren't too happy the way Malone handled it.
In fact, you were all set to request additional help from the bureau, right? I was angry.
It doesn't mean you were wrong.
Malone turned down your request, didn't he? Who's surprised? Looks like Portrero and Fiorello were partners after graduation.
High marks.
Bailey was right.
Very competitive in all categories.
How did Portrero get out of fieldwork at such a young age? Somebody pushed the panic button.
I just found him.
Who pulled the alarm? I did.
What happened? Come on.
It's Portrero.
Okay, here we go.
You okay? This is when Portrero was stabbed.
The camera had been tagged with a blue dot.
Portrero was checking to see if it had been initialed.
He was still grading it for Quantico when you took advantage, didn't you? What are you talking about? You're an ex-marine with expertise in knife fighting.
Portrero's investigating you for treason, a hanging offense.
Is that clear enough for you? That's ludicrous, Behar.
Bailey Malone is the best there is.
This is a disgrace.
Disgrace is right! I have suspects everywhere I look.
Sam came out of retirement to work with Bailey.
That alone suggests working in concert.
George here convicted of illegal hacking, and John Grant? You drive a Porsche and have a second home in the country on government pay? I will see justice done.
He's really got it in for you, Bailey.
Since this affects all of you I'm involved with Behar's estranged wife.
We've been seeing each other.
He found out while reviewing surveillance tapes of my office.
I was on the phone with her.
Behar heard it? Well, we'll just have to find the killer ourselves.
I don't want any one of you jeopardizing yourselves trying to help me, so you give Behar full cooperation.
He'll do everything he can to hurt me.
Unfortunately, that includes hurting you.
So, be prepared.
He'll search your homes.
He'll question your family, loved ones.
He'll get into your private lives.
What's the word? I'd say 'Grease', but I'd be dating myself.
Passed Behar on the way in.
He looked cheerful as usual.
I just told him that the body is clean and the killer did not leave behind any blood, skin, hair, or fiber.
So, no physical evidence.
But what I didn't tell him was that the angle of the wounds and the way Portrero was lifted is almost identical to the M.
O.
that Jack uses.
Papa Doc.
One difference.
Portrero was lifted from behind.
The shape and the length of the wounds indicates nearly an identical blade to Jack's.
So, the killer could have used any one of those scalpels, but he chose weapons to mirror Jack.
Is it Jack announcing himself? If Jack was in the VCTF, it'd explain a lot.
Yeah, like how he was able to get into our computer system.
No.
If Jack used the same technique, he would have duplicated it exactly.
Which means that he would have killed Portrero from the front.
Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.
It's not Jack.
We've had too many safeguards and security upgrades since his last stunt.
What if he already had clearance? He was in the Task Force all along? "Oh, what a tangled web we weave.
" Eleven hits on Task Force men with backgrounds unconfirmed by in-person interviews.
These are people who either live a lot of time overseas, or who work in fields that are specialized.
Jack wouldn't steal documents for monetary gain.
Sam's right.
When Jack steals, it's to gain power.
He'll shed blood before power.
And he doesn't shed blood indiscriminately.
When he kills, it's usually to affect me, but I didn't know Portrero or Fiorello.
When Jack attacked the FBI, he didn't kill anyone.
It was just a game.
Whoever the mole is, it's still personal.
He obviously feels persecuted by the Bureau.
So, what do? He takes the badge, the symbol of the FBI, pins it to an agent's corpse, and displays them both as biohazards.
Could it be revenge? We've got sixty-five people here.
Where do we start pointing fingers? Leave that to me.
Mr.
Grant.
Your presence is required.
You treat me like a perp? Like I'm going to run? I'm coming with you.
I'm aware that you're a lawyer, Mr.
Brubaker, but if you want to remain in the FBI, you may want to reconsider impeding a treason investigation.
I can handle this.
WE can handle it.
We searched your house and found this hidden in the attic.
You want to open it? No.
He has a warrant.
He wants to see your reaction to the contents.
He can then testify to those reactions in court.
Brubaker.
John has rights.
You want justice.
So do I.
Screw it.
There.
Insurance policy It's my grandfather's will leaving me the property that my country house sits on.
It's the lease to my Porsche.
I wish I could buy one, but I can't afford it.
Something taken out of me with a little help from my friends.
Hang in there for me.
Just hang in there, all right? Now, why would an upstanding member of the Federal Bureau of Investigation go by a different name than the one he was born with? "County of Lincoln, State of Nebraska, "by order of the court, John O'Doyle shall henceforth be known as John Grant.
" Let me see that.
Take the birth certificate, too.
John O'Doyle, born to Patrick and Noreen O'Doyle of Boston, Massachusetts.
Patrick O'Doyle is one of the major loan sharks of New England.
Now, I could be wrong, but Cahill O'Connor works for an outfit that's friendly with your father.
Number 1 my name is Grant.
Number 2, my mother left my father.
We spent the whole of my childhood on the move so that he wouldn't find us.
Number 3 I never believed that my mother's death was really a car accident.
You're looking at the last person in the world who would help Cahill O'Connor and Patrick O'Doyle.
Well, if you two are clean, I'd advise you cooperate.
Bailey's going down.
Protecting him will only buy you obstruction and conspiracy charges.
Let's go.
- That's all.
I, um, I came up with Jersey Breslow in my past cases search.
Kevin Munt case, serial arson.
Jersey is listed as the emergency contact for one of the victims.
It's his girlfriend.
Now, at the time, he was a forensic science professor at Illinois State, but he joined the FBI.
He volunteered for the VCTF.
Why wasn't this caught on his background check? Well, Jersey has no family, and, you know, he's kind of a loner, so no one who's interviewed him even knew about the girlfriend.
It's always a loner, isn't it? I can tell you what it's not.
It's not a carving knife, it's not a screwdriver, and it's not a harpoon.
I don't care what it's not, Jersey.
Well, working with an impression made in flesh isn't a plaster mold.
Flesh subsides.
I- I-It's fluid.
Look, I take a photograph of each puncture wound, I blow it up, I study it.
A tool like this would be used for what? Piercing? Cutting? Yes.
Prying, sharpening, shaping.
A very specialized blade.
Edged on both sides.
- mm-hmm.
With feathering.
Do we at least have a working name for it? Oh, sure.
"Something sharp people can poke a hole in you with.
" Well, Jersey would know precisely the right weapon to imitate Jack's kill of Papa Doc.
He knows Grace's lab like the back of his hand.
Maybe he blames us for his girlfriend's death.
Jersey may have joined the Task Force with the express purpose of destroying us.
So Jersey, did you have a girlfriend that died in a fire? Yes.
Twenty-two days after her funeral, you resigned a tenured professor to join the FBI.
Then you requested the Violent Crimes Task Force with no alternates.
Is that right? Obviously, you know it is.
And when you learned the top forensics position was already taken, you agreed to the number two job even though you were way overqualified for it.
I don't understand what this is about.
Jersey, why didn't you tell us about your girlfriend? I wanted respect on this job, not pity.
What about payback? Didn't you want back at those incompetents who let your girlfriend die? The VCTF is the only outfit that could have stopped the son of a bitch from killing her.
Look, I wanted to be a part of that.
Period.
And you don't resent - Art, Art, that's enough.
Jersey, I'm sorry about this.
I know that you have work to do, so, thank you.
I wasn't finished.
I'm going to talk to him again.
Art, that man is not obsessed.
I'm not sure that I can say the same thing about you.
If Jersey Breslow isn't the mole, guess who becomes our prime suspect? Bailey Malone is not capable of murdering anyone.
You know, maybe you should think about withdrawing yourself from this investigation.
So, he told you.
Of course.
Why, he's proud of himself.
He told us that you might have personal reasons for pursuing this Task Force.
Now, frankly, I think that it is clouding your judgment.
I am doing my job.
All that is required of you is to do the same.
No, you don't want me to do my job.
You want me to trump something up so you can hang Bailey.
If you weren't biased, you'd entertain the possibility.
You want me to entertain possibilities? All right how about you're the mole? You had the motive and the opportunity to steal the documents and kill Portrero.
That's ridiculous.
No, it's not.
But, you didn't.
You love the Bureau.
It's clearly what defines you.
Don't profile me.
Just tell me who killed Portrero if it wasn't Bailey Malone.
This was the last thing Ed Portrero did before he was killed in the lab.
I already saw this.
He was checking the camera for blue dots.
No.
I think Portrero was looking for something else.
I just checked that camera, and it had markings on it as if it had something attached to it.
What? George, can you bring up the footage of Bailey at his desk from earlier this morning? All right, now time-lapse forward.
All right, so stop it right there.
Right, now rewind All right, stop.
Do you see the blue dot on his desk? Yeah.
I'll enhance it.
Ok, now roll tape.
Wha-wait a minute.
A section of tape is missing.
There's no break in the time code.
Must be a glitch.
Hmm.
I'm on it.
George? Can you show me how that camera would zoom in on Bailey's desk? Oh, there's no zoom on that last one.
No.
If there were.
Now, if there was a zoom, you could read right over my shoulder.
Our security cameras don't have zoom capacity for just that reason.
Yeah.
I was just about to say the same thing, but, you know, somebody could modify the camera with, like, a little servo unit and a zoom lens.
The killer removed it.
- After Portrero found it.
Oh, come on.
But Portrero didn't know enough about cameras So he had to check the other cameras to make sure that the zoom attachment was unique.
George, would you do me a favor? Can you get a list of all civilian employees of the VCTF who applied for agent status and were denied? Yeah.
It'll take me a second.
Bailey, if you don't need me, I'm going to check on that glitch.
Dresden, could you just wait one second, please? Sam, I've got your civilian to agent list.
It's two applications pending, four rejected.
Is one of the rejects Dresden? Uh, yes.
I signed off on your application a couple of times, didn't I, Ron? Doesn't mean I did anything.
Well, I think you did.
I think you put a zoom lens on the camera in Bailey's office so that you could take pictures of secret documents, and I think that Portrero found it, and I think that you killed him.
Drop it! Let me look.
Ok.
It's a cut.
It's not that bad.
Get the paramedics! It's not that bad.
I don't know.
Get-get somebody.
Get somebody, Bailey.
- You're gonna be ok.
No aerobics for a while and you'll be just fine.
That scar's going to look disgusting.
Oh, shh.
Thank you very much, John.
Hey how are you? You all right? Yeah, I'm ok.
Did Dresden confess? Not at first.
We found his stash in an equipment conduit.
There were twenty-seven Eyes Only documents he got from video capture, including the one that got Ted Fiorello killed.
So, he gave it up.
He gave up his contact, who in turn is giving up Cahill O'Connor.
Not a bad day's work.
He must have been the one who planted the papers in your desk, too.
I don't know seems like we pull one nut off the tree and two more just take its place.
Grace, your skin, it just looks so amazing.
Thank you.
Being pregnant, thank you.
Excuse me? Am I interrupting? No.
Uh, no, not at all.
You know, Nate, I'll check in on you a little later.
Take it easy.
- Yeah.
Ok? All right.
I'll get a trace on the files come tomorrow.
You all right? You sure? He's all yours.
Thank you.
Hi.
Are you sure you're ok? Uh, yeah, I'm ok.
Look, John called, and he said it wasn't anything serious, but shouldn't you go to a hospital or- I - Just in case.
Michelle, I've already been treated.
I- I trust these people.
With your life, I guess.
- Yeah.
God, Nathan you don't know how many times I've closed my eyes and-and seen you cut up or shot.
Look, I could've gotten hurt a lot worse in a traffic accident or in driving over there That is not the point.
This job you court injury and death and I hate it.
Look, I-I don't like getting hurt, and I want to live a good long life.
But what I did today probably saved someone's life, probably more and I feel good about that.
Ok, all right, but - but there are other ways that you can do public service.
There's Congress, there's- there's the State Assembly.
Baby, you could be a Prosecutor.
I have found my place.
I guess that's all there is to it.
It doesn't have to be.
I'm family with you.
And I will never let that go.
And I am asking you not to take that away from me.
I don't want a divorce but our lives are incompatible.
I can't accept that.
There's got to be a way.
I feel it in my heart.
Trust me.
Have faith in us.
I want you to know it was never my intention to have you embarrassed like this.
Well, the hell with you.
You're nothing but a vulture.
I've been with my wife fifteen years.
We have a patch of trouble and you think you can move in.
That's not how it happened, Art.
The truth is, it was me ten years ago.
Too much work, too little time for my wife and kids.
And before you know it, the ship sails on your marriage.
Yeah, well, my marriage is not over.
Face the fact.
Ellen has moved on with her life.
With you in my place? I don't think so.
It's up to Ellen to decide what's right for Ellen.
Not you or me.
And you think she's going to pick you? I've said what I had to say.
We're not through, you and me.
Know it.
Oh, god, you scared me.
Why didn't you call? Let's go for a drink.
What's wrong? Art knows.
- About us? How could he know? What happened? Did he call you? He's upset, and he's going to say some things to hurt you.
Ok? Remember, you've done nothing wrong, Ellen.
Nothing to be ashamed of.
He must be devastated.
I need some time to be alone.
I'll call you.
Taxes owed? Zero.