...eaten at restaurants. you've got pictures of all of them? not nearly, no. russ, let me talk to you. what's up? i know you're worried about holly, but i'm sure everything... just stop talking right there. i'm sorry, i'm just trying to reassure you. reassure me? so this is not a professional conversation, so we don't have to be having it. you're hurt? i opened up to you. 'cause you kept jabbering on about trust, and i thought, for a brief moment, that you meant it. you know? that you were right. people who work together they should trust each other. you know? they shouldn't have secrets. so then i told you a deeply personal story, and i get nothing. yeah, i'm sorry that i didn't reciprocate. it's just that you told me a deeply personal fictional story, and i couldn't come up with something fast enough.

huh? you never knew your father so that story about your parents getting divorced when you were six years old seems patently false. you checked up on me? what, you don't trust me? no, it's just i was very curious about what happened to you to make you who you are today. did you get an answer? i don't think you can ever get an answer to that question. hey! there's my math teacher. passwords usually come from our past. things we remember things that matter. bobo. bobo? her nickname for max. she always gave people nicknames. nope. what was her nickname for you? uh, turkey. (chuckles) okay. i'm in.

(quiet laugh) boboturkey. (sighs) does she have a calendar? oh, boy. she had an aa meeting starting in 15 minutes. max... see him? damn! all right, well, according to the calendar that jacocks found, next appointment... that's him! what? where? that's him? that's tuesday guy? max: yeah. look at this place. it's huge. okay, here's my thinking. she goes to an aa meeting, sees his picture on the wall, recognizes him from a few years back and decides that this guy's a bottomless well of money. i don't think she'd do that. a prostitute

wouldn't engage in blackmail because, what, milt? it's wrong? they're human beings. yeah, they're human beings, milt who have seen enough in this lifetime to fill them with disgust and contempt. yes, human beings experience disgust and contempt. they also experience love. which means that somebody else perhaps a wife or girlfriend could be experiencing jealousy. i wet my bed till i was 12. no, you didn't. what are you guys doing here? this is the john-slash-blackmail victim's house. this guy was the sugar daddy-slash-big tipper. the diner owner finally found a credit card receipt. good. (knocking on door) hi. uh, we're looking for miles whitehall. i'm-i'm his son. is there something i can help you with? what is it robert? is everything okay? we need to speak to your father.

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russ: two people who secretly knew each other die a day apart? something caused that heart attack-- i think the guy was poisoned. great. i was gonna do an actual autopsy you know, with science and stuff, but if you've got it figured out, saves me some time. question is why were they both killed? if the killer was motivated by jealousy, then it would really make no difference who was murdered first. only you could take the case of a dead prostitute and make it about love. niblet: or maybe they were two separate murders. a coincidence-- that's your theory? isn't that sort of the absence of a theory? but these murders are completely different. one of them's a-a brutal stabbing, the other's a heart attack that no one even suspected was a murder. font: so maybe she killed him and then his kids or somebody who he loved killed her for revenge. or maybe it was one killer with two agendas. the killer

killed the rich guy in a subtle way, because the killer's connected to the rich guy and knows that we would trace it back to him. and he made a bloody mess of that poor hooker because that one's not gonna get traced back to him. she saw something or she heard something that she shouldn't have heard. she's collateral damage. so we focus on the rich guy and his connections. it's probably poison. i just said that. you didn't say "probably." follow the food. find out what he ate and who he ate it with. you really think you're gonna find three-day-old poison in that drain trap? you'd be amazed what the fbi lab can pull out of gunk. i didn't lose my virginity till i was 21. oh, man, why don't you trust me, huh? you trust every murder suspect every prostitute every drug dealer, but

you don't trust me? the reason i trust those people isn't because they're moral or honorable. i trust them because they're genuine-- they show me genuine emotions. (grunts) russ, you know i think you're moral and honorable. but i think you hide. from everyone. you're a good cop and a good partner but you have no interest in being a friend. do you really think he might have been killed? everybody loved our dad. when'd you last see him? four days ago. and that morning? he was alone. where'd your dad purchase his food? uh... i assume maria... yeah. yeah. ...bought it. who's maria? his chef. so when you say that he was all alone, you mean he was all alone except for his chef? yes. and the rest of the

help. (quiet laugh) no one else handled his food? no one. i got to tell you-- you don't seem too broken up about what happened. i'm very upset. i'm out of a job. got to find another rich american to treat me like crap. mr. whitehall saved me. my dad was a crook. ponzi scheme stuff. i grew up in a house just like this, till i was 17. suddenly, i'm not living there. suddenly, i'm not going to college... but mr. whitehall took me in and gave me a job. and never, ever let me forget it. well, two suspects at breakfast. how many you think lunch will give us? hmm? i've lived here my whole life, i've never once been in this place. hey, gary, how are you, man?

played here last weekend with judge walters. of course you did. man: we were playing golf with him less than 45 minutes before he died. uh, where's your fourth? nobody plays golf in threesomes. we do. at least the last few weeks, we do. our fourth was marvin lucas, miles's accountant. he was everyone's accountant. well, he was until miles fired him. three weeks ago. out of nowhere. story is, miles stormed into the guy's office and accused him of ripping him off and fired him. now he's no one's accountant. (wry chuckle) these seized records are filled with evidence that mr. lucas had been embezzling funds from mr. whitehall and others, for years and his practice completely disintegrated after mr. whitehall fired him. great motive for the pencil pusher to kill whitehall, but why donna? guess who's name is all over his appointment books and phone records from nine years ago? donna thomas. you pulled the accountant's phone records from nine years ago?

russ: our theory is that he was one of her johns and while screwing her he used to brag about screwing over his rich clients. fast-forward nine years, (whooshes) they're laying in bed whitehall says he's got to go. he has an appointment with his accountant. she recognizes the name and she warns him, so he fires the thief. unfortunately for the both of them the thief figures it out he comes back and he kills 'em both. not jealously, greed. beautiful. i think we've got enough probable cause for an arrest. get him in the box get a confession. all right. autopsy's done. miles whitehall died of... ...a heart attack. uh, yeah. we know that. but we need to know what set it off. lots of things. lack of exercise high blood pressure, high cholesterol... but according to the ten different tox screens i ran, three times each not poison. this man died of natural causes.

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still possible that mr. whitehall was murdered but you'd have to assume that your... that's the third time that she's left work early this week. and you don't believe in coincidences. so you're worried that she's seeing someone? you're jealous. for all you know she could be dating the smartest nicest, handsomest funniest guy in the world. and the only reason that idea doesn't sound reassuring to you is because you like her. fine. i like her. but it doesn't matter. i work with her. dating her would b be dangerous and unprofessional.

so we-we got an old guy who dies of natural causes, and a few days later... i was based in new york city... tuesday, september 11, 2001-- 9/11. and i slept through it. literally. i'd been up late the night before. i wasn't supposed to work that tuesday. forgot to set my alarm. never charged my phone. what difference does it make? while people died and police officers and firefighters and... hundreds of other people tried to save them... and died... i just, uh...

i never got a call. i never did anything, i just... slept. so after that, i made a commitment that whenever i had a chance to do something, i'm gonna do it. without asking why. and, yes, battle creek is probably a demotion and, yes, that probably means that someone doesn't like me, but i don't ask those questions anymore. i just do what i'm asked to do to the best of my abilities. why? why are you telling me all this now? i'm reciprocating. you showed me some genuineness by confessing your love for holly... love? what are you talking about? i never used the word "love." mmm, there are many ways of communicating things without actually saying them. i'm not sleeping with her. i'm not even dating her. how could i love her? people love people without sleeping with them all the time. i love my mother.

to clarify, that would be an example of me not sleeping with... why tuesday? why would she visit her kid and her john on the same day, so close together? donna thomas wasn't killed with your father. she wasn't even killed because he died. she was killed because after your father died you... read... this. my father's will? paragraph 6a. your father bequeathed his entire estate to his children. not his "children named in this document," not his "legitimate" children, just his children. and you knew that wasn't just the two of you. your father had told you probably recently, that you have a half-sibling and that he had reconnected with her. big deal. no worries. but then he dies unexpectedly.

before he had a chance to change his will and make it clear that you were the only two to share his estate. or maybe he didn't forget. maybe he wanted all three of you to share. and you didn't want to. hell, i mean why should you, right? just... some poor prostitute that nobody ever loved. i don't think this was just about greed. and it was just about greed. you two were the ones that he taught how to ride a bike. you two were the ones that he played catch with, laughed with cried with. you loved him. he was your dad. but she barely knew him. and the fact that she was his child, too, that's just, uh a coincidence. how the hell are you supposed to get by on a third of a fortune... when you can have half of a fortune? you went there to offer her a settlement, something reasonable, something fair, given the circumstances. you went

there to make her disappear. nobody even knows she exists. she might as well not exist. can you prove any of that? we have your fingerprints all over the place. no, they're not. are you certain? and more importantly do you think your sister's as certain as you are? because right now, she's getting an offer. first to confess gets two years. second to confess gets 25 to life. are you sure you don't want a lawyer? i have nothing to say. i did nothing. i don't need a lawyer. your sister just asked for a lawyer. i don't need a lawyer. milt: maybe only one of you did it. if you can convince us of that, then you may not even get two years. they're not gonna confess. why should they confess? they know

we've got squat. they don't know. they hope. they also don't know how much they can trust each other. i say we browbeat 'em... they're siblings. they love each other. stop wasting your time. (door shuts) i don't like you guys. i didn't like you guys before you were killers. you know why? because every town has people like you, spoiled little brats who get away with everything. but every town also has people like me stubborn idiots. yes... we don't have any evidence. russ, i don't think... yes, you clean up well. but you know what, this isn't the end until you go to jail. you know why? because you can't stab a person and not get bloody. you could

throw away every item of clothing that you wore, and we will get search warrants-- all the garbage dumps in battle creek and go through them. you could clean those clothes in bleach and boiling water, but i'm still gonna find evidence. you know why? 'cause the fbi-- him-- they have every piece of technology known to man. i mean, just maybe if you washed 'em, like, a dozen times, but i'm guessing you can't get that done in less time than it takes me to get a warrant. so get the hell out of here or confess now and i'll let you not die in jail, hmm? (door opens, shuts) that was a nice try. i guess we should probably go get those search warrants as soon as possible. no, there's no hurry.

(knocking on door) i assume you want access to our laundry room. you won't find anything. yeah, i'm not surprised. i need to head right over this way, please. thank you. (fire crackling) oh, yeah. men's and women's clothing. russ: you know, my only real worry was whether or not you two were smart enough to have burned this stuff days ago. my guess was you were too arrogant to think that you needed to. well, there's no way you're gonna be able to pull any dna off any of that. i know. russ: i needed evidence or a confession. now your job is to come up with a story for why a jury should believe that you throwing your clothes

into a roaring fire could be anything other than an admission of guilt. i suspect your lawyer will recommend a plea bargain. (guns cocking) hey. oh. uh, this is just his basic service record-- dates, locations-- i mean, that's really all we can get. thanks. so, um... who have you been running off to see?

(quietly): okay, um, i've-i've been going to interviews. oh... (chuckles) oh. that's cool. well, does that, d-d-does that mean that you're gonna leave us? no. not job interviews. um... working here has sort of inspired me to do more in law enforcement. uh-huh. so i applied to law school. what?! mm-hmm. took the lsats. wow, that's... that's fantastic. good for you. oh, thanks. nice. why did you want to see milt's record? and why did you only glance at it? uh, i only needed to see one thing. milt joined the fbi in november 2003 more than two years after 9/11. is that significant? i mean, yeah for a couple reasons. (clears throat) the first one being, um, he's a better liar than i am. and secondly... he quite possibly could be more interesting than i thought.

hey, holly... there's no law schools... in battle creek. i know. max, there's a reason why donna asked you and mr. whitehall to both meet her on tuesdays. that man was your grandfather. and he wasn't ready to connect but she wanted him to see you. she really had turned her life around. donna's landlord said that she'd been saving for college. but we couldn't find any brochures or s.a.t. applications or anything like that. we don't think that she was saving for herself. we think it was for max. (gasps) oh, god. um... thank you.

this is huge. russ: actually, i don't think the $2,000 is really gonna make much of a difference to you guys. it appears that donna never asked for anything from mr. whitehall, except to be in his life a few hours a week. but apparently mr. whitehall felt differently. once the criminal convictions are finalized, max here will be the sole legal heir of the gentleman's estate. the fbi forensic accounting people estimate its worth after legal and probate fees to be approximately $42 million. (gasps, laughs quietly) thank you. (chuckles) thank you. ♪ whether i'm right, whether i'm wrong... ♪ hey, lunch is on me. ♪ whether i'm here whether i'm gone ♪ ♪ you better get used to me... ♪ thanks, buddy. you know what, your stubbornness just gave that kid a very bright future. i doubt it. 'cause one thing this case proves is that money corrupts.

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