Without a Trace s02e03 Episode Script
Confidence
Guess who.
I'm drawing a blank.
How about the fiancée you haven't seen since this party started? Okay.
Enough, you two.
Let me see this rock that Chris keeps going on and on about.
It's like he chipped it out of the mine himself.
Wow.
It's very subtle, Chris.
It was a total surprise.
I had no idea Honey, don't.
I've seen a lot of women who couldn't get Chris to take the leap.
You deserve it.
I'm gonna go to the store to get some cigarettes.
- You guys want anything? - No.
But hurry back.
Dinner's in five minutes.
Jeremiah's concocted some crazy jelled oyster something.
I'll hurry back.
Whitney Ridder, 29-year-old socialite.
Walked out of her fiancé's loft for a pack of smokes never made it to the bodega across the street.
She left her keys, purse, and coat up at the party.
- She have a wallet with her? - Yeah, and a big fat rock on her finger.
Makes for an attractive target.
No, he's still pretty out of it.
- Just keep the coffee coming.
- Okay.
Fiancé.
I can't get much out of him.
Why don't you sip on this? - Smells like a brewery in here.
- You noticed? - What, is he still drunk? - No, he's just severely hung-over.
She went to the store to get cigarettes.
This is something she's done a hundred times.
Look, I already told the other agent all of this.
Well, sorry to inconvenience you.
I'm sorry, I just I'm tired, that's all.
You know, the phone keeps ringing.
Friends are worried.
It's just that I haven't slept.
I'll make this as fast as possible for you, okay? Did you notice anything unusual in your fiancée's behavior last night? - No, I don't think so.
- Would you mind? What do you mean, you don't think so? There wasn't anything that I really remember.
Was it because of your drinking or are you having problems with your short-term memory? Excuse me? Mr.
Mayes, if you wanna help us find your fiancée I suggest that you sober up and focus right now.
Yeah, okay.
How long have you and Whitney been living together? A little over two months.
She was staying at the Riverton before that.
Riverton.
That's a nice address.
She was just crashing there while she was setting up her business.
- And what was that? - Resort financing.
- What's your business? - I'm between careers.
Which ones? The one I spent pleasantly living off my inheritance and the one where I actually find something meaningful to do.
Can you give me any background on Whitney? She was born in Philadelphia.
Parents got divorced, shipped her off to Switzerland for school.
Got an MBA over there.
Came back to the States about six months ago.
You notice any problems with her business? Not really.
She hadn't been here very long but things were going great.
- How long were you two engaged? - Just a week.
Vizsla? - It's a short-haired Hungarian hunting dog.
- Nice try.
- What, are you challenging me? - Vizsla.
"Vizsla: A short-haired Hungarian hunting" You scare me.
I did a job for Tina Agnelli, and she gave me one as a gift.
He's a cute little guy.
So, double letter, triple word.
Eighty-four points.
Plus I go again because you lost the challenge.
Marry me.
- Excuse me? - I'm serious.
Chris, we barely know each other.
I know how I feel.
You amaze me.
- Why, 'cause I know what a vizsla is? - That didn't hurt.
I don't wanna spend another minute without you.
It's that simple.
I want you to marry me.
Okay.
- "Okay, yes"? You're gonna marry me? - Okay to everything.
Two months.
- That's pretty quick to pull the trigger.
- I knew she was the one.
We were gonna go to Europe next month and get married on her birthday.
Just the two of us.
I just keep thinking, you know, this I mean, she has to show up sooner or later, right? Right.
Escape to a lush paradise.
- An island where - Excuse me.
- What exactly do you guys do here? - Resort development.
We're financing an international boutique hotel.
- And where is everyone else? - It's just the two of us: Whitney and me.
We contracted out the computer modeling and we work with Midtown Trust on the financial end.
How's business? It was going great.
Or that's what I thought.
I just got off the phone with the people in Cozumel.
It looks like we'll be closing up shop a little earlier than I planned.
We should start packing tomorrow.
- I thought we were just getting started.
- You've done an amazing job.
I've already written you a glowing letter of recommendation.
And you absolutely will not have to worry about the rent on that sweet little studio of yours.
Forget my studio.
I can get myself a two-bedroom with this.
Well, call it a bonus and a thank you.
You earned it.
I'd never had a mentor before Whitney.
She just took me under her wing.
Excuse me.
I don't get it.
If business is so great, why close up shop? Maybe Whitney was embezzling money from the company.
Bailed out before she got caught.
Why bother giving the assistant a big bonus? She wants her to be a good girl, not ask too many questions.
Okay.
Thanks.
Okay, so it turns out Christopher Mayes has a record.
License revoked after a couple of DUIs and a drunk-and-disorderly charge when he was 19.
He got off with community service and counseling.
Rich parents buy good lawyers.
His alibi is tight.
The doorman says he never left the party.
But the building manager saw a suspicious vehicle casing the place a few weeks ago.
He said he approached the car, but the driver took off.
Upscale building, rich tenants.
Could be trying to pick out victims.
He gave us a make and partial plate.
We're running it now.
Which is more than I've got on Whitney Ridder.
Phone bills, credit cards everything dead-ends the day she arrived in the city.
The boyfriend says that she grew up in Philly, but I keep coming up blank.
- Name change? - Nothing on file.
It's like she didn't exist until she got here.
Okay, so she comes to New York, reinvents herself.
New name, new identity, clean start.
She won't be the first.
Question is, what was she running from? So, how long have you two known Whitney? - Three months, maybe.
- We met in the Hamptons.
You get to know someone pretty fast when they're in your circle.
But getting into that circle, it's not so easy, is it? - It is if you have Whitney's charm.
- How was she last night? Her usual self.
Mostly.
Hey.
It's nice to see you.
Thank you so much for coming.
Would you excuse me? I have to take this.
It's from work.
- Go right ahead.
- Thank you.
When I saw her with Chris a few minutes later, she seemed perfectly fine.
- Did the two of them have any problems? - No.
Chris dated a lot.
But when it would come time to commit, he would usually start to just slip away.
Sounds like you know him pretty well.
We actually dated a few years ago.
Mr.
Sellars, can I ask you a couple of questions out here? Yeah, of course.
- This is ridiculous.
- What's that? Splitting us up.
If this is about Christopher and Sarah that was over long before we met.
Sarah and I don't have secrets.
Then that's what she'll tell Agent Taylor.
Until then, I suggest you sit down and wait till she's done.
Alan has some issues with my friendship with Christopher.
Is there anything going on with you and Christopher now? No.
Is there anything you're not telling me? When you have what he has you never really know if people are after you for your money.
Chris is a little paranoid, but sometimes he's right.
What about you? Do you think Whitney's after his money? Look, she shows up out of nowhere.
They barely know each other.
Suddenly they're getting married? I wondered.
- Did you ever talk to him about it? - Oh, I tried.
But he got furious with me.
So I let it go.
Yeah, Viv.
Jack, I've got the social security records.
Turns out Whitney Ridder was born in La Fontaine, Louisiana in 1971 and died in a car crash in 1974.
- Any progress on her real identity? - We're still looking.
Okay.
I'll call you back.
I'm sorry.
We don't have any Whitney Ridder registered as a guest at this establishment.
You know, she may have used a different name.
Do you recognize this girl? She was a regular client in our lounge.
It appeared, at least to me, that she may have been - in the companion business.
- What, she was a hooker? If you will.
She always came by herself.
Always made quite an impression, but she only had one customer.
- This the guy? - Yes, that's him.
All right.
Thank you.
Fake identity.
Now fake residence.
Danny and Martin are checking out the business.
- Yeah, she was fooling everybody.
- Including her fiancé.
Check it out.
Whitney Ridder's cell phone records.
That call she got just before she disappeared? She got another call 20 minutes later from the same number.
A guy in Palm Springs named Lucas Vohland.
I checked him on NCIC.
He did 10 years for manslaughter at Joliet.
That's him.
Whoever she is, she's keeping some bad company.
See all this beautiful ocean-front property? It's all fake.
We called Cozumel, Midtown Trust.
We checked out their business records.
No connection to a hotel chain or planned resort.
It looks like Whitney trolled the city for potential targets.
Mostly kids from rich families anxious to make money on their own.
She promised them a quick return on their initial investment - plus VIP treatment at this luxury resort.
- Early investors made a killing.
Word spread.
The money poured in.
The second round of investors didn't see zip.
- A Ponzi scheme.
- Exactly.
By the time they figured it out, the money was gone and Whitney had reinvented herself elsewhere.
Except this time, she never finished the con.
And she still has $400,000 in her corporate bank account.
Maybe one of her marks found out they were being swindled and got to her.
I'm on it.
Here's a list of investors from her bank records.
And Vohland I ran into this guy in Seattle a few years ago.
He's got the background for this kind of gig.
Okay.
Danny and Viv I want you to run down this list of unhappy investors.
Martin, why don't you go to Palm Springs, talk to your friend Vohland? Samantha, you're with Martin.
I might be reading too much into this, but there's no hidden message in you sending me on vacation to Palm Springs, is there? What kind of message? Like maybe I'm just getting back to work and you're trying to get me out of your hair.
You are reading too much into this.
You should just take it for what it is.
In-flight movie.
A little bit of sun.
And a chance to interview a convicted felon and potential murderer.
Enjoy.
Okay.
- So she scammed everybody? - It would appear that way, yes.
I don't believe it.
You know what? I just don't believe this.
I went to the Riverton Hotel.
She never lived there.
- What? - She never lived there.
She used to visit the lobby a lot.
First, they thought she was a call girl, but turns out you were the only client.
- Where did she live then? - We're not sure.
- We don't even know her real name.
- "Her real name.
" You know what? This is insane.
Did she ever ask you to invest in her company? No, I offered but she said that she wanted to keep her business and our personal lives separate.
- Smart.
- What's that? Smart that she never asked you for money.
My hunch is that she was using you for access to your rich friends.
I would've seen something like that coming.
You wouldn't be the first one to miss it.
She said she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me! That's what you wanted to hear, Chris.
All right.
What happens now? I mean, what do you You keep looking for her, right? You bet.
Now she's a fugitive.
Nice to see you're enjoying the fruits of your labor, Vohland.
Excuse me? You remember me? Seattle, '99, counterfeit PC chips.
Sorry.
I'm terrible with faces.
Are you any better with names? Like Dennis Ricci or Timothy Dulea? You were both.
- Is this your girlfriend? - I'm his partner.
You're a lot better-Iooking than his last one.
We're looking for Whitney Ridder.
She went missing two days ago in New York.
- Right after you called her.
- Never heard of her.
- Probably dialed a wrong number.
- Take a look.
Whitney, huh? I knew her as Kat Fontaine out here.
I met her at the club last winter.
The Conquista.
Nice topspin lob.
So why'd you call her that night? I'm leaving for New York in a few weeks.
I needed a hotel recommendation.
So you wouldn't know anything about the investment scam she was running in the city? Kat? You gotta be kidding.
No.
Not at all.
As per my parole conditions I've removed myself from any and all areas of illicit influence.
- I've got a legitimate business here.
- Some things never change.
We're gonna stick around for a few days, check out your story.
- I wouldn't go anywhere.
- Why leave paradise? Viv, what'd they say? Same story as all the other investors.
The ones that were paid stayed mum.
The others were too embarrassed to complain.
So far, all the alibis check out except for this one guy I can't find.
His name is Stansfield Carlton.
Ring a bell? - Never heard of him.
- Neither have any of the other investors.
That's strange.
They were all part of the same circle.
We got a hit on that car casing the apartment.
Belongs to a Raymond Deasey.
He's on parole for armed robbery.
Do you have an address? - Excellent.
- Okay.
Thanks.
That's good.
Apparently, Whitney Ridder was living here in Palm Springs under the alias Kat Fontaine.
We understand that you filed a criminal complaint against her.
Something about forged paintings.
Kat, your Whitney, sold a lovely Georgia O'Keefe to some friends of ours and we'd been thinking of sprucing our place up.
So we decided that we would make an appointment to see her gallery downtown.
That's when we saw this painting by Behrens.
We spent more than we normally would but we both saw the painting as an investment.
Then our insurance company wanted an appraisal and that's where we ran into some problems.
This is a little bit awkward.
You know the Behrens that we acquired from you? Our appraiser has doubts about its authenticity.
- I'm sorry.
What do you mean? - He thinks it may be a forgery.
Oh, my, I am so embarrassed.
I had no idea.
I took it on consignment.
I didn't even think of getting it checked.
You know what? I'm so sorry to bring it up.
We really should've waited until we were certain.
No, absolutely not.
Let me get you your money back.
- No, please.
There is no rush.
- I insist.
Please, I am so sorry.
I'm assuming she never gave you your money back.
No.
And I was surprised.
She seemed very shaken up when we spoke to her.
But when we went to her gallery, she was gone.
Our friends said she had a boyfriend who was her partner.
- Lucas Vohland? - I never heard the name.
The people at the gallery said that they both had left without telling anybody.
- You still have the painting up.
- Yeah.
I can't seem to take it down.
Doesn't seem like you'd kill somebody for ripping you off on a painting.
Certainly not those people.
They'd probably just refill your iced tea.
It sounds to me like Whitney knew she was gonna get caught, and she ran.
- I'm driving.
- No, I've seen you drive.
- Where's the airbag.
- Hello? Oh, yeah.
I'm really sorry about that.
I kind of got busy.
Yeah, Thursday at 7:00 sounds great.
Okay, I'll see you then.
Hot date? Yeah.
With my federally-funded therapist.
How's that going? Here's what I'm thinking.
This partner /boyfriend I'm thinking it's gotta be Vohland.
That explains why he lied to us about their call.
Yeah.
I say we pay him a second visit.
- What do you know about Whitney Ridder? - Who's that? You've been parked in front of her loft for the last two weeks.
So the FBI is giving out parking tickets now? What? Whitney Ridder is missing, Mr.
Deasey.
Maybe your parole officer would like to know you've been casing her apartment instead of cleaning paintbrushes.
Look, I didn't do anything illegal, okay? I was painting this dude's house in Water Mill.
- He asked me to check her out.
- Check out or rough up? No.
I didn't touch her.
He just wanted to know what she was up to.
He was afraid she ripped him off.
I followed her around a few days, told him everything I knew - and that was it.
- Who is this guy? Let me be frank with you, Mr.
Sellars.
You don't look like the type who hires an ex-con.
And now you've lied to a Federal officer.
If I can help you stop this downward spiral in your personal life, please let me know.
I just wanted to find out what was happening.
She didn't return my phone calls.
- You mean Whitney? - Yes.
- You invested money with her? - Yes.
Only I didn't tell my wife about it.
You used a fake name, Stansfield Carlton, so your wife wouldn't know.
My wife, Sarah, comes from a lot of money.
Old money.
It's a very difficult situation for me not having my own means.
So you wanted to prove yourself.
With your wife's money, of course.
It seemed like an excellent opportunity.
Seventy-five rooms, all suites, each with an ocean view.
Every investor receives full VIP treatment, complete spa access and guaranteed reservations at our four-star restaurant.
And a little gift.
You know, for poolside, or wherever.
Two months and I double my money? If you get in now.
This investor phase closes at the end of the week.
- When do you plan to open? - Next Christmas.
We're already completely booked.
Of course there are a few rooms that remain on hold for our investors.
I am in for $75,000.
And put me down for the week.
But when the payday came and went, you hired a felon to look into it.
I was terrified Sarah would find out.
And you'd lose the money forever.
That had to make you pretty angry.
I just wanted to talk to her.
She wouldn't return my calls.
And Deasey told me about her trips to her storage facility.
I thought she was gonna leave town before talking to me.
Looks like you were right.
You got an address for that storage facility? It's a security video of the hallway.
Shows Whitney and her fiancé coming in here 18 hours after she disappeared.
I guess her fiancé forgot to tell us that part.
You recognize that? That's the Qwik-Lok Mini Storage.
You said you didn't see her after she left.
You're a liar, Chris.
You sat there and you flat-out lied to me.
- I swear I don't know where she is.
- You did the other day.
When she left the party, I didn't know where she went, honestly.
- Define "honestly.
" - I mean it! She came back and she told me she ran because this guy Vohland threatened her on the phone.
She told me about the fraud, the investment company.
She told me Whitney Ridder isn't her real name, all of it.
In that moment of crystal-clear thinking, you decided to aid a fugitive.
That makes you an accessory to a crime, Chris.
- Do you understand that? - She told me that she loved me, and that all she wanted was to be with me.
The girl was in trouble.
- I don't know what to do.
- How could you do this to me? I am so sorry.
If I could take it back, I would.
You've been lying to me since the moment we met! I know, but I'm telling you the truth now.
Look at me.
Please look me in the eyes.
I swear to you, I am telling you everything.
All right, we'll go to the police and you're gonna tell them the whole story.
God, what I do is illegal.
I'll go to jail.
- What do you want me to do? - Okay, I think I know a way out of this.
A way that I can stop running and we can be together.
But you gotta forgive me.
Please.
I'm so sorry.
I swear.
I'll never lie to you again.
There was a moment there when I thought, "That's it.
"I'm finished with her.
It's over, and I will never love again.
" But then I saw something in her eyes.
Something real.
And it made me love her even more.
Did she tell you that she was banging big, bad Vohland in Palm Springs? As a matter of fact, she did.
She also told me it was over.
- And you believed her? - Yes, I did.
What are you suggesting? I'm suggesting that perhaps you weren't quite as forgiving as you initially indicated.
No.
I helped her.
- Really? How? - I gave her money.
- What, to pay off Vohland? - Yes! So that $600,000 you took out of your brokerage account yesterday that was the payoff? She told me that we had to get by this guy if we wanted a fresh start.
Otherwise he was just gonna track her down again.
Why didn't you use her money? I mean, she had plenty left.
We figured it'd draw too much attention if she went and tried to get it herself.
"We" or she? Was that her idea? We were gonna leave town after she paid him.
Where was the payoff? In Saratoga.
Somewhere near the track up there.
Did you go with her? I wanted to drive, but she insisted that she go on her own.
- On her own? - Yes! She said that this Vohland would freak out if somebody else showed up with her.
You know, Chris, I love a happy ending just as much as the next guy.
And I'm sure that that look in her eye was quite something.
But did it ever occur to you that she and Vohland were setting you up for a scam? - She wouldn't do that.
- Really? Wherever she is right now, she's in trouble.
Christopher, you got punked.
Call your lawyer.
You're not going anywhere.
- We have to polygraph this guy.
- No kidding.
We gotta contact the Saratoga PD, run Whitney's aliases in the area.
See if his story checks out.
I'm on it.
- Hello.
- Yeah, we missed Lucas Vohland.
Neighbor reported him loading a suitcase in his car right after we left.
- Any idea where he might've gone? - No, I wish.
But we'll go ahead and fax you Vohland's old aliases.
See if we can't track him down.
How's Sam? She could use a few driving lessons, but other than that, she's all right.
Sunshine treats her well.
- Keep me posted.
- All right.
Will do.
Okay, thanks.
- What've you got? - I found out where Whitney grew up.
Small town in Ohio named Massillon.
Check out our Whitney Ridder.
Real name, Cheryl McGee.
Activities include Travel Club, French Club, president of the Drama Club for four years.
Good training, huh? She didn't just change her name.
- She was trying to change her life.
- Speaking from experience? - Danny Taylor? - What about it? So why? I guess I just wanted a fresh start.
Did it work? Sometimes.
So are you gonna tell me? Taylor.
Yeah.
Okay, we're on our way.
That was Jack.
Lucas Vohland's alias just popped up at the Madison Regency.
Freeze! FBI.
Drop the bag.
Put your hands up.
Good boy.
Now up against the car.
Let's go.
What's your hurry? There's $600,000 in your bag.
Exactly the amount Whitney Ridder's boyfriend gave her to pay you off.
I don't know what you're talking about.
All right.
Let's start with felony possession of a firearm.
Failure to notify your parole officer that you were leaving the country.
- That's just in the last 12 hours.
- What do you want from me? Cut the crap and start answering some questions.
The money is mine.
What was the trip out of the country about? To work on your tan? A quick trip to make an investment.
I was coming right back.
You know that it is illegal to transport that amount of money out of the country? Charge me.
Look, I don't care about the money.
I don't care about the parole violations.
All I care about are the whereabouts of Whitney Ridder.
The only reason I can think of that you're not telling me is because you killed her.
I'd like to see my lawyer now.
My gut says he didn't kill her.
Well, he's got the motive, the opportunity, and the money.
If it's about the money, then he got what he wanted.
So she's on her way back right now to become Mrs.
Christopher Mayes and start her new life? Yeah.
I'd hold off buying a wedding present.
Viv.
No.
I gotta go.
Whitney's alias just popped up at a hotel in Saratoga.
Let's go.
- FBI.
- You can go in.
I can't believe it.
I saw her alive just last night.
Bellman.
Yeah? Someone called and wanted their bags taken down.
- Not here.
- But it's like We didn't call, okay? - Is this the man? - Yeah.
That's him.
- Okay.
- Young man, come with me, please.
Wait.
Hold on a sec.
Do you know exactly what room that call came from? No.
I'd checked a few others, but nobody needed me.
- Nobody called back, either.
- All right.
Thanks.
Right this way.
I did not kill that girl.
I'd like to believe you, but right now, you're screwed.
We have a witness placing you in the room with her.
Your fingerprints are there.
And you got her money.
I give a rat's ass what you have.
I met her kiting checks at an A&P.
I taught her everything she knows.
We used to be an item.
Why would I wanna kill her? You tell me.
Look.
I admit, I wanted my money back.
But that was it.
- Hi, babe.
- Hi, Lucas.
What's going on? You want your money? Always.
And then what happened? We got down to business.
She showed me the money.
I started counting.
That's when she told me that she wanted out.
Sign this bill, sir.
- Hey, Jack.
- Hey.
Martin get any more out of Vohland? He's still down there with him now.
He's pushing for a motive.
- He's thinking jealousy.
- What do you think? I'm not buying it.
I mean, the guy's a career-grifter.
Why the hell would he kill her? We'll get the forensics report in the morning.
We'll know more then.
Get some sleep, huh? Good night, Jack.
I have the phone records from that call to the bellman's desk.
Thank you.
I was just taking care of some last-minute things.
I'm sorry we haven't gotten you your money back yet.
It's being processed as evidence, but you should have it shortly.
- No rush.
Would you like a drink? - No.
- What time's your flight? - I'm on the redeye.
I won't take up too much of your time.
Where are you going? Amsterdam.
I figured it'd be best to get out of town for a while.
Clear my head.
Look, I don't know if this'll help you or not but things don't look too good for Lucas Vohland right now.
I heard.
We have a witness who saw him and Whitney in the hotel room together.
Lucky for us.
Or lucky for you.
Excuse me? I think you killed her, Chris and I think you framed Lucas Vohland for it.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Yes, you do.
She went missing from your party three days ago.
Then she came to see you, right? And she confessed all her sins to you.
She told you about her made-up past, the lies, the cons.
She apologized for everything.
You've been lying to me since the moment we met! I know, but I'm telling you the truth now.
Look at me.
Please look me in the eyes.
I swear to you, I am telling you everything.
Yes.
- That is exactly what happened.
- But you still felt betrayed.
You thought that she was the one.
You trusted her.
You thought she was different from all the others.
And the whole time, she was scamming you.
And that broke your heart.
- I forgave her.
- No.
You tried to forgive her.
And then she suggested that the two of you run away together and you went along with the plan because you loved her.
But you couldn't handle the lies, the manipulation, the con, the tricks the games, the stories.
Am I right? So you followed her to Saratoga.
Only she wasn't meeting him at the track.
She was meeting him in a hotel room.
- Hey, babe.
- Hi, Lucas.
How you doing? - You want your money? - Always.
And that's exactly when you knew what you had to do to make her pay.
And the best part about it is that you had the perfect person to frame.
Lucas Vohland.
This is so creative, but you don't have any proof.
Not yet.
But I tracked down that call to the bellman and it turns out that it was placed from a pay phone at a bar across the street from the hotel.
So I asked myself, who calls a bellman from a pay phone? Pretty smart.
You needed a witness to see the two of them together.
Christopher, I may find your prints on that phone.
I may not.
But either way, I'm gonna canvas every inch of that area.
And you know what the good thing about small towns is? The people there, they never forget strangers.
I have a feeling somebody there is gonna remember you.
You killed her.
You waited for Vohland to leave the room then you went in there, and you made her pay for betraying you.
You wanna know what the real tragedy is? You didn't have to do it.
You didn't know what was going on in that room.
She showed me the money.
I started counting.
That's when she told me she wanted out on account of she was marrying this guy.
So you're getting married, huh? - I didn't think you were the type.
- You don't know this guy.
He's really sweet.
- Really sweet and really rich, I'll bet.
- It's not about that.
- It's always about that.
- No.
Not this time.
I don't know.
It's different with him.
I don't have to pretend anymore.
- I almost believe you.
- Well, you should.
Because it's over, and I'm out.
- You can't prove any of this.
- I will.
And you will go to jail.
You blew it.
She loved you.
She really did.
English
I'm drawing a blank.
How about the fiancée you haven't seen since this party started? Okay.
Enough, you two.
Let me see this rock that Chris keeps going on and on about.
It's like he chipped it out of the mine himself.
Wow.
It's very subtle, Chris.
It was a total surprise.
I had no idea Honey, don't.
I've seen a lot of women who couldn't get Chris to take the leap.
You deserve it.
I'm gonna go to the store to get some cigarettes.
- You guys want anything? - No.
But hurry back.
Dinner's in five minutes.
Jeremiah's concocted some crazy jelled oyster something.
I'll hurry back.
Whitney Ridder, 29-year-old socialite.
Walked out of her fiancé's loft for a pack of smokes never made it to the bodega across the street.
She left her keys, purse, and coat up at the party.
- She have a wallet with her? - Yeah, and a big fat rock on her finger.
Makes for an attractive target.
No, he's still pretty out of it.
- Just keep the coffee coming.
- Okay.
Fiancé.
I can't get much out of him.
Why don't you sip on this? - Smells like a brewery in here.
- You noticed? - What, is he still drunk? - No, he's just severely hung-over.
She went to the store to get cigarettes.
This is something she's done a hundred times.
Look, I already told the other agent all of this.
Well, sorry to inconvenience you.
I'm sorry, I just I'm tired, that's all.
You know, the phone keeps ringing.
Friends are worried.
It's just that I haven't slept.
I'll make this as fast as possible for you, okay? Did you notice anything unusual in your fiancée's behavior last night? - No, I don't think so.
- Would you mind? What do you mean, you don't think so? There wasn't anything that I really remember.
Was it because of your drinking or are you having problems with your short-term memory? Excuse me? Mr.
Mayes, if you wanna help us find your fiancée I suggest that you sober up and focus right now.
Yeah, okay.
How long have you and Whitney been living together? A little over two months.
She was staying at the Riverton before that.
Riverton.
That's a nice address.
She was just crashing there while she was setting up her business.
- And what was that? - Resort financing.
- What's your business? - I'm between careers.
Which ones? The one I spent pleasantly living off my inheritance and the one where I actually find something meaningful to do.
Can you give me any background on Whitney? She was born in Philadelphia.
Parents got divorced, shipped her off to Switzerland for school.
Got an MBA over there.
Came back to the States about six months ago.
You notice any problems with her business? Not really.
She hadn't been here very long but things were going great.
- How long were you two engaged? - Just a week.
Vizsla? - It's a short-haired Hungarian hunting dog.
- Nice try.
- What, are you challenging me? - Vizsla.
"Vizsla: A short-haired Hungarian hunting" You scare me.
I did a job for Tina Agnelli, and she gave me one as a gift.
He's a cute little guy.
So, double letter, triple word.
Eighty-four points.
Plus I go again because you lost the challenge.
Marry me.
- Excuse me? - I'm serious.
Chris, we barely know each other.
I know how I feel.
You amaze me.
- Why, 'cause I know what a vizsla is? - That didn't hurt.
I don't wanna spend another minute without you.
It's that simple.
I want you to marry me.
Okay.
- "Okay, yes"? You're gonna marry me? - Okay to everything.
Two months.
- That's pretty quick to pull the trigger.
- I knew she was the one.
We were gonna go to Europe next month and get married on her birthday.
Just the two of us.
I just keep thinking, you know, this I mean, she has to show up sooner or later, right? Right.
Escape to a lush paradise.
- An island where - Excuse me.
- What exactly do you guys do here? - Resort development.
We're financing an international boutique hotel.
- And where is everyone else? - It's just the two of us: Whitney and me.
We contracted out the computer modeling and we work with Midtown Trust on the financial end.
How's business? It was going great.
Or that's what I thought.
I just got off the phone with the people in Cozumel.
It looks like we'll be closing up shop a little earlier than I planned.
We should start packing tomorrow.
- I thought we were just getting started.
- You've done an amazing job.
I've already written you a glowing letter of recommendation.
And you absolutely will not have to worry about the rent on that sweet little studio of yours.
Forget my studio.
I can get myself a two-bedroom with this.
Well, call it a bonus and a thank you.
You earned it.
I'd never had a mentor before Whitney.
She just took me under her wing.
Excuse me.
I don't get it.
If business is so great, why close up shop? Maybe Whitney was embezzling money from the company.
Bailed out before she got caught.
Why bother giving the assistant a big bonus? She wants her to be a good girl, not ask too many questions.
Okay.
Thanks.
Okay, so it turns out Christopher Mayes has a record.
License revoked after a couple of DUIs and a drunk-and-disorderly charge when he was 19.
He got off with community service and counseling.
Rich parents buy good lawyers.
His alibi is tight.
The doorman says he never left the party.
But the building manager saw a suspicious vehicle casing the place a few weeks ago.
He said he approached the car, but the driver took off.
Upscale building, rich tenants.
Could be trying to pick out victims.
He gave us a make and partial plate.
We're running it now.
Which is more than I've got on Whitney Ridder.
Phone bills, credit cards everything dead-ends the day she arrived in the city.
The boyfriend says that she grew up in Philly, but I keep coming up blank.
- Name change? - Nothing on file.
It's like she didn't exist until she got here.
Okay, so she comes to New York, reinvents herself.
New name, new identity, clean start.
She won't be the first.
Question is, what was she running from? So, how long have you two known Whitney? - Three months, maybe.
- We met in the Hamptons.
You get to know someone pretty fast when they're in your circle.
But getting into that circle, it's not so easy, is it? - It is if you have Whitney's charm.
- How was she last night? Her usual self.
Mostly.
Hey.
It's nice to see you.
Thank you so much for coming.
Would you excuse me? I have to take this.
It's from work.
- Go right ahead.
- Thank you.
When I saw her with Chris a few minutes later, she seemed perfectly fine.
- Did the two of them have any problems? - No.
Chris dated a lot.
But when it would come time to commit, he would usually start to just slip away.
Sounds like you know him pretty well.
We actually dated a few years ago.
Mr.
Sellars, can I ask you a couple of questions out here? Yeah, of course.
- This is ridiculous.
- What's that? Splitting us up.
If this is about Christopher and Sarah that was over long before we met.
Sarah and I don't have secrets.
Then that's what she'll tell Agent Taylor.
Until then, I suggest you sit down and wait till she's done.
Alan has some issues with my friendship with Christopher.
Is there anything going on with you and Christopher now? No.
Is there anything you're not telling me? When you have what he has you never really know if people are after you for your money.
Chris is a little paranoid, but sometimes he's right.
What about you? Do you think Whitney's after his money? Look, she shows up out of nowhere.
They barely know each other.
Suddenly they're getting married? I wondered.
- Did you ever talk to him about it? - Oh, I tried.
But he got furious with me.
So I let it go.
Yeah, Viv.
Jack, I've got the social security records.
Turns out Whitney Ridder was born in La Fontaine, Louisiana in 1971 and died in a car crash in 1974.
- Any progress on her real identity? - We're still looking.
Okay.
I'll call you back.
I'm sorry.
We don't have any Whitney Ridder registered as a guest at this establishment.
You know, she may have used a different name.
Do you recognize this girl? She was a regular client in our lounge.
It appeared, at least to me, that she may have been - in the companion business.
- What, she was a hooker? If you will.
She always came by herself.
Always made quite an impression, but she only had one customer.
- This the guy? - Yes, that's him.
All right.
Thank you.
Fake identity.
Now fake residence.
Danny and Martin are checking out the business.
- Yeah, she was fooling everybody.
- Including her fiancé.
Check it out.
Whitney Ridder's cell phone records.
That call she got just before she disappeared? She got another call 20 minutes later from the same number.
A guy in Palm Springs named Lucas Vohland.
I checked him on NCIC.
He did 10 years for manslaughter at Joliet.
That's him.
Whoever she is, she's keeping some bad company.
See all this beautiful ocean-front property? It's all fake.
We called Cozumel, Midtown Trust.
We checked out their business records.
No connection to a hotel chain or planned resort.
It looks like Whitney trolled the city for potential targets.
Mostly kids from rich families anxious to make money on their own.
She promised them a quick return on their initial investment - plus VIP treatment at this luxury resort.
- Early investors made a killing.
Word spread.
The money poured in.
The second round of investors didn't see zip.
- A Ponzi scheme.
- Exactly.
By the time they figured it out, the money was gone and Whitney had reinvented herself elsewhere.
Except this time, she never finished the con.
And she still has $400,000 in her corporate bank account.
Maybe one of her marks found out they were being swindled and got to her.
I'm on it.
Here's a list of investors from her bank records.
And Vohland I ran into this guy in Seattle a few years ago.
He's got the background for this kind of gig.
Okay.
Danny and Viv I want you to run down this list of unhappy investors.
Martin, why don't you go to Palm Springs, talk to your friend Vohland? Samantha, you're with Martin.
I might be reading too much into this, but there's no hidden message in you sending me on vacation to Palm Springs, is there? What kind of message? Like maybe I'm just getting back to work and you're trying to get me out of your hair.
You are reading too much into this.
You should just take it for what it is.
In-flight movie.
A little bit of sun.
And a chance to interview a convicted felon and potential murderer.
Enjoy.
Okay.
- So she scammed everybody? - It would appear that way, yes.
I don't believe it.
You know what? I just don't believe this.
I went to the Riverton Hotel.
She never lived there.
- What? - She never lived there.
She used to visit the lobby a lot.
First, they thought she was a call girl, but turns out you were the only client.
- Where did she live then? - We're not sure.
- We don't even know her real name.
- "Her real name.
" You know what? This is insane.
Did she ever ask you to invest in her company? No, I offered but she said that she wanted to keep her business and our personal lives separate.
- Smart.
- What's that? Smart that she never asked you for money.
My hunch is that she was using you for access to your rich friends.
I would've seen something like that coming.
You wouldn't be the first one to miss it.
She said she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me! That's what you wanted to hear, Chris.
All right.
What happens now? I mean, what do you You keep looking for her, right? You bet.
Now she's a fugitive.
Nice to see you're enjoying the fruits of your labor, Vohland.
Excuse me? You remember me? Seattle, '99, counterfeit PC chips.
Sorry.
I'm terrible with faces.
Are you any better with names? Like Dennis Ricci or Timothy Dulea? You were both.
- Is this your girlfriend? - I'm his partner.
You're a lot better-Iooking than his last one.
We're looking for Whitney Ridder.
She went missing two days ago in New York.
- Right after you called her.
- Never heard of her.
- Probably dialed a wrong number.
- Take a look.
Whitney, huh? I knew her as Kat Fontaine out here.
I met her at the club last winter.
The Conquista.
Nice topspin lob.
So why'd you call her that night? I'm leaving for New York in a few weeks.
I needed a hotel recommendation.
So you wouldn't know anything about the investment scam she was running in the city? Kat? You gotta be kidding.
No.
Not at all.
As per my parole conditions I've removed myself from any and all areas of illicit influence.
- I've got a legitimate business here.
- Some things never change.
We're gonna stick around for a few days, check out your story.
- I wouldn't go anywhere.
- Why leave paradise? Viv, what'd they say? Same story as all the other investors.
The ones that were paid stayed mum.
The others were too embarrassed to complain.
So far, all the alibis check out except for this one guy I can't find.
His name is Stansfield Carlton.
Ring a bell? - Never heard of him.
- Neither have any of the other investors.
That's strange.
They were all part of the same circle.
We got a hit on that car casing the apartment.
Belongs to a Raymond Deasey.
He's on parole for armed robbery.
Do you have an address? - Excellent.
- Okay.
Thanks.
That's good.
Apparently, Whitney Ridder was living here in Palm Springs under the alias Kat Fontaine.
We understand that you filed a criminal complaint against her.
Something about forged paintings.
Kat, your Whitney, sold a lovely Georgia O'Keefe to some friends of ours and we'd been thinking of sprucing our place up.
So we decided that we would make an appointment to see her gallery downtown.
That's when we saw this painting by Behrens.
We spent more than we normally would but we both saw the painting as an investment.
Then our insurance company wanted an appraisal and that's where we ran into some problems.
This is a little bit awkward.
You know the Behrens that we acquired from you? Our appraiser has doubts about its authenticity.
- I'm sorry.
What do you mean? - He thinks it may be a forgery.
Oh, my, I am so embarrassed.
I had no idea.
I took it on consignment.
I didn't even think of getting it checked.
You know what? I'm so sorry to bring it up.
We really should've waited until we were certain.
No, absolutely not.
Let me get you your money back.
- No, please.
There is no rush.
- I insist.
Please, I am so sorry.
I'm assuming she never gave you your money back.
No.
And I was surprised.
She seemed very shaken up when we spoke to her.
But when we went to her gallery, she was gone.
Our friends said she had a boyfriend who was her partner.
- Lucas Vohland? - I never heard the name.
The people at the gallery said that they both had left without telling anybody.
- You still have the painting up.
- Yeah.
I can't seem to take it down.
Doesn't seem like you'd kill somebody for ripping you off on a painting.
Certainly not those people.
They'd probably just refill your iced tea.
It sounds to me like Whitney knew she was gonna get caught, and she ran.
- I'm driving.
- No, I've seen you drive.
- Where's the airbag.
- Hello? Oh, yeah.
I'm really sorry about that.
I kind of got busy.
Yeah, Thursday at 7:00 sounds great.
Okay, I'll see you then.
Hot date? Yeah.
With my federally-funded therapist.
How's that going? Here's what I'm thinking.
This partner /boyfriend I'm thinking it's gotta be Vohland.
That explains why he lied to us about their call.
Yeah.
I say we pay him a second visit.
- What do you know about Whitney Ridder? - Who's that? You've been parked in front of her loft for the last two weeks.
So the FBI is giving out parking tickets now? What? Whitney Ridder is missing, Mr.
Deasey.
Maybe your parole officer would like to know you've been casing her apartment instead of cleaning paintbrushes.
Look, I didn't do anything illegal, okay? I was painting this dude's house in Water Mill.
- He asked me to check her out.
- Check out or rough up? No.
I didn't touch her.
He just wanted to know what she was up to.
He was afraid she ripped him off.
I followed her around a few days, told him everything I knew - and that was it.
- Who is this guy? Let me be frank with you, Mr.
Sellars.
You don't look like the type who hires an ex-con.
And now you've lied to a Federal officer.
If I can help you stop this downward spiral in your personal life, please let me know.
I just wanted to find out what was happening.
She didn't return my phone calls.
- You mean Whitney? - Yes.
- You invested money with her? - Yes.
Only I didn't tell my wife about it.
You used a fake name, Stansfield Carlton, so your wife wouldn't know.
My wife, Sarah, comes from a lot of money.
Old money.
It's a very difficult situation for me not having my own means.
So you wanted to prove yourself.
With your wife's money, of course.
It seemed like an excellent opportunity.
Seventy-five rooms, all suites, each with an ocean view.
Every investor receives full VIP treatment, complete spa access and guaranteed reservations at our four-star restaurant.
And a little gift.
You know, for poolside, or wherever.
Two months and I double my money? If you get in now.
This investor phase closes at the end of the week.
- When do you plan to open? - Next Christmas.
We're already completely booked.
Of course there are a few rooms that remain on hold for our investors.
I am in for $75,000.
And put me down for the week.
But when the payday came and went, you hired a felon to look into it.
I was terrified Sarah would find out.
And you'd lose the money forever.
That had to make you pretty angry.
I just wanted to talk to her.
She wouldn't return my calls.
And Deasey told me about her trips to her storage facility.
I thought she was gonna leave town before talking to me.
Looks like you were right.
You got an address for that storage facility? It's a security video of the hallway.
Shows Whitney and her fiancé coming in here 18 hours after she disappeared.
I guess her fiancé forgot to tell us that part.
You recognize that? That's the Qwik-Lok Mini Storage.
You said you didn't see her after she left.
You're a liar, Chris.
You sat there and you flat-out lied to me.
- I swear I don't know where she is.
- You did the other day.
When she left the party, I didn't know where she went, honestly.
- Define "honestly.
" - I mean it! She came back and she told me she ran because this guy Vohland threatened her on the phone.
She told me about the fraud, the investment company.
She told me Whitney Ridder isn't her real name, all of it.
In that moment of crystal-clear thinking, you decided to aid a fugitive.
That makes you an accessory to a crime, Chris.
- Do you understand that? - She told me that she loved me, and that all she wanted was to be with me.
The girl was in trouble.
- I don't know what to do.
- How could you do this to me? I am so sorry.
If I could take it back, I would.
You've been lying to me since the moment we met! I know, but I'm telling you the truth now.
Look at me.
Please look me in the eyes.
I swear to you, I am telling you everything.
All right, we'll go to the police and you're gonna tell them the whole story.
God, what I do is illegal.
I'll go to jail.
- What do you want me to do? - Okay, I think I know a way out of this.
A way that I can stop running and we can be together.
But you gotta forgive me.
Please.
I'm so sorry.
I swear.
I'll never lie to you again.
There was a moment there when I thought, "That's it.
"I'm finished with her.
It's over, and I will never love again.
" But then I saw something in her eyes.
Something real.
And it made me love her even more.
Did she tell you that she was banging big, bad Vohland in Palm Springs? As a matter of fact, she did.
She also told me it was over.
- And you believed her? - Yes, I did.
What are you suggesting? I'm suggesting that perhaps you weren't quite as forgiving as you initially indicated.
No.
I helped her.
- Really? How? - I gave her money.
- What, to pay off Vohland? - Yes! So that $600,000 you took out of your brokerage account yesterday that was the payoff? She told me that we had to get by this guy if we wanted a fresh start.
Otherwise he was just gonna track her down again.
Why didn't you use her money? I mean, she had plenty left.
We figured it'd draw too much attention if she went and tried to get it herself.
"We" or she? Was that her idea? We were gonna leave town after she paid him.
Where was the payoff? In Saratoga.
Somewhere near the track up there.
Did you go with her? I wanted to drive, but she insisted that she go on her own.
- On her own? - Yes! She said that this Vohland would freak out if somebody else showed up with her.
You know, Chris, I love a happy ending just as much as the next guy.
And I'm sure that that look in her eye was quite something.
But did it ever occur to you that she and Vohland were setting you up for a scam? - She wouldn't do that.
- Really? Wherever she is right now, she's in trouble.
Christopher, you got punked.
Call your lawyer.
You're not going anywhere.
- We have to polygraph this guy.
- No kidding.
We gotta contact the Saratoga PD, run Whitney's aliases in the area.
See if his story checks out.
I'm on it.
- Hello.
- Yeah, we missed Lucas Vohland.
Neighbor reported him loading a suitcase in his car right after we left.
- Any idea where he might've gone? - No, I wish.
But we'll go ahead and fax you Vohland's old aliases.
See if we can't track him down.
How's Sam? She could use a few driving lessons, but other than that, she's all right.
Sunshine treats her well.
- Keep me posted.
- All right.
Will do.
Okay, thanks.
- What've you got? - I found out where Whitney grew up.
Small town in Ohio named Massillon.
Check out our Whitney Ridder.
Real name, Cheryl McGee.
Activities include Travel Club, French Club, president of the Drama Club for four years.
Good training, huh? She didn't just change her name.
- She was trying to change her life.
- Speaking from experience? - Danny Taylor? - What about it? So why? I guess I just wanted a fresh start.
Did it work? Sometimes.
So are you gonna tell me? Taylor.
Yeah.
Okay, we're on our way.
That was Jack.
Lucas Vohland's alias just popped up at the Madison Regency.
Freeze! FBI.
Drop the bag.
Put your hands up.
Good boy.
Now up against the car.
Let's go.
What's your hurry? There's $600,000 in your bag.
Exactly the amount Whitney Ridder's boyfriend gave her to pay you off.
I don't know what you're talking about.
All right.
Let's start with felony possession of a firearm.
Failure to notify your parole officer that you were leaving the country.
- That's just in the last 12 hours.
- What do you want from me? Cut the crap and start answering some questions.
The money is mine.
What was the trip out of the country about? To work on your tan? A quick trip to make an investment.
I was coming right back.
You know that it is illegal to transport that amount of money out of the country? Charge me.
Look, I don't care about the money.
I don't care about the parole violations.
All I care about are the whereabouts of Whitney Ridder.
The only reason I can think of that you're not telling me is because you killed her.
I'd like to see my lawyer now.
My gut says he didn't kill her.
Well, he's got the motive, the opportunity, and the money.
If it's about the money, then he got what he wanted.
So she's on her way back right now to become Mrs.
Christopher Mayes and start her new life? Yeah.
I'd hold off buying a wedding present.
Viv.
No.
I gotta go.
Whitney's alias just popped up at a hotel in Saratoga.
Let's go.
- FBI.
- You can go in.
I can't believe it.
I saw her alive just last night.
Bellman.
Yeah? Someone called and wanted their bags taken down.
- Not here.
- But it's like We didn't call, okay? - Is this the man? - Yeah.
That's him.
- Okay.
- Young man, come with me, please.
Wait.
Hold on a sec.
Do you know exactly what room that call came from? No.
I'd checked a few others, but nobody needed me.
- Nobody called back, either.
- All right.
Thanks.
Right this way.
I did not kill that girl.
I'd like to believe you, but right now, you're screwed.
We have a witness placing you in the room with her.
Your fingerprints are there.
And you got her money.
I give a rat's ass what you have.
I met her kiting checks at an A&P.
I taught her everything she knows.
We used to be an item.
Why would I wanna kill her? You tell me.
Look.
I admit, I wanted my money back.
But that was it.
- Hi, babe.
- Hi, Lucas.
What's going on? You want your money? Always.
And then what happened? We got down to business.
She showed me the money.
I started counting.
That's when she told me that she wanted out.
Sign this bill, sir.
- Hey, Jack.
- Hey.
Martin get any more out of Vohland? He's still down there with him now.
He's pushing for a motive.
- He's thinking jealousy.
- What do you think? I'm not buying it.
I mean, the guy's a career-grifter.
Why the hell would he kill her? We'll get the forensics report in the morning.
We'll know more then.
Get some sleep, huh? Good night, Jack.
I have the phone records from that call to the bellman's desk.
Thank you.
I was just taking care of some last-minute things.
I'm sorry we haven't gotten you your money back yet.
It's being processed as evidence, but you should have it shortly.
- No rush.
Would you like a drink? - No.
- What time's your flight? - I'm on the redeye.
I won't take up too much of your time.
Where are you going? Amsterdam.
I figured it'd be best to get out of town for a while.
Clear my head.
Look, I don't know if this'll help you or not but things don't look too good for Lucas Vohland right now.
I heard.
We have a witness who saw him and Whitney in the hotel room together.
Lucky for us.
Or lucky for you.
Excuse me? I think you killed her, Chris and I think you framed Lucas Vohland for it.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Yes, you do.
She went missing from your party three days ago.
Then she came to see you, right? And she confessed all her sins to you.
She told you about her made-up past, the lies, the cons.
She apologized for everything.
You've been lying to me since the moment we met! I know, but I'm telling you the truth now.
Look at me.
Please look me in the eyes.
I swear to you, I am telling you everything.
Yes.
- That is exactly what happened.
- But you still felt betrayed.
You thought that she was the one.
You trusted her.
You thought she was different from all the others.
And the whole time, she was scamming you.
And that broke your heart.
- I forgave her.
- No.
You tried to forgive her.
And then she suggested that the two of you run away together and you went along with the plan because you loved her.
But you couldn't handle the lies, the manipulation, the con, the tricks the games, the stories.
Am I right? So you followed her to Saratoga.
Only she wasn't meeting him at the track.
She was meeting him in a hotel room.
- Hey, babe.
- Hi, Lucas.
How you doing? - You want your money? - Always.
And that's exactly when you knew what you had to do to make her pay.
And the best part about it is that you had the perfect person to frame.
Lucas Vohland.
This is so creative, but you don't have any proof.
Not yet.
But I tracked down that call to the bellman and it turns out that it was placed from a pay phone at a bar across the street from the hotel.
So I asked myself, who calls a bellman from a pay phone? Pretty smart.
You needed a witness to see the two of them together.
Christopher, I may find your prints on that phone.
I may not.
But either way, I'm gonna canvas every inch of that area.
And you know what the good thing about small towns is? The people there, they never forget strangers.
I have a feeling somebody there is gonna remember you.
You killed her.
You waited for Vohland to leave the room then you went in there, and you made her pay for betraying you.
You wanna know what the real tragedy is? You didn't have to do it.
You didn't know what was going on in that room.
She showed me the money.
I started counting.
That's when she told me she wanted out on account of she was marrying this guy.
So you're getting married, huh? - I didn't think you were the type.
- You don't know this guy.
He's really sweet.
- Really sweet and really rich, I'll bet.
- It's not about that.
- It's always about that.
- No.
Not this time.
I don't know.
It's different with him.
I don't have to pretend anymore.
- I almost believe you.
- Well, you should.
Because it's over, and I'm out.
- You can't prove any of this.
- I will.
And you will go to jail.
You blew it.
She loved you.
She really did.
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