1 1 Here you go, miss. Thank you. Step through, please. Open your laptop, please. Right this way. Empty all your change into that plastic container. Cellphones open. People take their computers with them everywhere. Security blanket. Lucky blanket. Next. (KNOCKS ON DOOR) Wow! Even answer your own door, Senator. I'm impressed. I like to know who's visiting. Plus my secretary, Laura, just stepped out for an early lunch. Caroline Eldridge, from Family First, is visiting. You're early. I like that. Come in. Let's take the sofa. OK. Hope you don't mind if I take this out. My hard drive is now officially my only source of memory and I want to get all of those old-fashioned values down accurately. Now, as you know, we're putting together our Family First brochure and we've got a few pictures that we could use captions for. Fire away. OK. Let's start with... this one. That's me and some of the staff in the Gulf of Mexico after Katrina. Heartbreaking stuff. OK, let's call this, "Senator Sachs and staff lend a hand in hurricane relief." Good. How about that? That's one of my former interns, Josh. Must've been taken his last day of work. Let's call it,... .."Intern programme a success." OK. Met a lot of good kids that way. I'll bet. How about that one? Wait, let me try. "Intern programme has fringe benefits." Let's see. Ooh! Let's call it, "Extramarital Sachs." Who are you? Someone who thinks it's hypocritical that for the past two years you've tried to limit the civil rights of gays while being gay yourself. Lady... You preach there's only one kind of family. I don't know what you think you've got - What I've got is a signed statement by Josh. We've got cancelled cheques and he's ready to turn over the love notes. Laura! Out to lunch, remember? It's gonna be your word against his and we're running his tomorrow. I work for David Shane at The New York Courier. Jesus Christ! Josh thought we'd be interested in knowing that he's not the only handsome skeleton in your closet, so we thought we would give you an opportunity to respond. Anything you want. I will give you anything that you want. 'Anything.' '(DISTORTED VOICES)' 'I will give you anything that you want.' "Anything." You just did, Senator. You just did. (CHUCKLES) "Tell me you got that, Miles." Please, tell me you got that. Yeah, I got it, you psychopath. Now get your ass down to the paper and we'll get drunk! "I will give you anything that you want. Anything." One more time. You transmitted from DC? And recorded in New York. Go to legal, it'll check. I intend to. We'll need to clear the quote from the intern. He's at home waiting for the call. This your headline, David Shane? (BOTH CHUCKLE) Yep. We'll be at Chumley's, ordering copious amounts of drinks on this paper! (LAUGHS) God, I love this job! To David Shane. May this article bring you all the prizes you deserve - fame, alcoholism, rehab, relapse, rehab. Thank you. A-And when you win the Pulitzer, don't forget the little people. Oh, fuck the little people! (LAUGHS) Hey, you're empty. You buy, I fly. Oh! Excuse me, sweetheart. (CHUCKLES) Careful, Ro, next round he might aim for your lips. Mr Arvis Narron. (CHUCKLES) What kind of name is Arvis? (LAUGHS) Family name. Story's been pulled. Somebody got to your intern, made him clam up. My guess is somebody with lots of zeroes. What? Well,... I'm just gonna go call him. You'll get his lawyer, just like we did. Do you know I've been working on this story for six months? Six! Take a couple of weeks off. I'm going back to the office right now! This guy's got a stack of interns! Kolski wants you to take a couple of weeks off. That's not a request. OK, wait, hold up. Please tell me you're not saying that because the paper endorsed Sachs' last campaign he's off limits now. Please tell me that is not what you're saying! What's up, Narron? Get this, Miles, tomorrow's headline, "Free Press Dead!" Kolski wants to shut me down because I went after the senator. Does it ever get to you the idea that we're supposed to be reporting the news, not covering it up?! We couldn't show dead bodies coming back from Iraq. It never happened. Your source ran dry, Ro. My source didn't run dry and you know it! My source was paid off! This is a good story, Narron. The story's dead. Classic! Powerful men protecting powerful men. Who backed you when you wanted to write under an old boy's name? This is not the first time you've shut me down but this is definitely the last. So you tell Kolski, keep his paid vacation because I fucking quit! (GLASSES CLATTER) (DOOR BANGS OPEN) Taxi! Hey! Rowena. Rowena, wait up. Wait. Wait! Fuck! Rowena. Grace! Shit, you scared me. You didn't return my phone calls. Well, yeah, I've been pretty busy working out of town. Oh, yeah, the Senator Sachs scandal. Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone. Besides, I got a better story for you. It's about Harrison Hill. C'mon! We met online. (SIGHS) We did. He was giving a Q&A and I emailed him and told him how great it was. Stroke a man's dick, you get him for one night. Stroke his ego, you get him for life, huh? (CHUCKLES) Yeah, we struck up a friendship online but I could tell he liked me, so I decided to come to New York and accidentally bump into him. I knew about his fundraiser, so I bought a ticket, walked right up to him and said, "It's Fast Filly." (GROANS) I thought he was gonna be angry but he was turned on by it. He likes the balls of it. "Stick around," he says. Couple of hours later, we're doing it in his beemer, his hotel suite. What happened to Chuck? We're fighting more than we're fucking. Anyway, I get back to Philly, our online stuff gets pretty hot. He misses me. I mean, he practically begs me to move here, so I check out apartments. And I wanna tell him I'm really excited but suddenly I can't get a hold of him. I send him a million emails and he just cuts me off cold. Fucker. I know where Hill lives. I've seen his Armani wife. He has no idea what I can do to him. What is it you want from me this time, Grace? Actions have consequences, Ro. You can't just forget people, bury them and pretend like they never existed. It always comes back to haunt you. I wonder what would Hill think if David Shane threatened to publish a few of his emails? I'm sure the wife would find them interesting. Take them, read them cos I'm about an inch away from ringing this guy's doorbell. Regards to your mother. I know where Hill lives. I've seen his Armani wife. He has no idea what I can do to him. To David Shane. May this article bring you all the prizes you deserve. A-And when you win the Pulitzer, don't forget the little people. '(PHONE RINGS)' '"Here comes the beep. You know what to do."' '"(BEEPING)"' "Ro, it's Miles again. I've been calling for, like, a week." "Are you looking for a job? If you are, take me with you!" "Hey, my sister had a boy, Fletcher. How cool is that?" "I fly home in an hour. Call me later, please. I hate Narron, too!" "Narron's a dick. Bye." "(BEEPING)" (PHONE RINGS) "Here comes the beep. You know what to do." "(BEEPING)" "Ro, it's Elizabeth Clayton, Grace's mother." "I need help." Elizabeth, hi. "Ro, it's Grace." "She's missing. She goes to New York a lot and I thought maybe she'd contacted you." "It's just that a woman drowned in New York." Elizabeth, hang on a second. I saw Grace last week. "Oh, thank God!" 'Spare yourself a trip.' '"But if it is..."' 'I know half the people at the morgue. This is not Grace.' 'I'll call you when I get back.' Hi, I'm Rowena Price, here to ID a body. Whoever did this tried to weigh the body down. Amateur move. Why's that? Didn't work. Fair warning, this isn't pretty. (GASPS) We're guessing an anchor or some sharp metal debris ripped off the face and neck, so we're hoping that you could identify something else. (GULPS) She has a birthmark, scars and it looks like a tattoo... (VOMITS) (PANTS) (CHILD) Hi, Rowena. Do you wanna play? Well, are you coming? (PANTS) 'Let's go around back.' I live up there. (GASPS) 'You do everything you can to protect your children - right schools, right opportunities, but it's all an illusion.' Nobody's safe. Who would do this to my daughter? We're gonna find out. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? Can you excuse us? No, she's a friend of the family. D'you know if your daughter had been seeing anyone? Yeah. Chuck. Chuck Freeman. But they'd been having trouble. Yeah, she told me that, too. I ran into her on the subway last week and she mentioned that they were having fights. Was that the last time you saw her? Yeah. I tried to call her but she was in the middle of something and... Well, I wish now I had tried a little bit harder. Oh, I know, honey! They knew each other since they were kids. You were so close, you two, especially after your father - Yeah, I know. You were always so good to me and my mother. So was Grace. (SOBS) We're gonna need you to sign some papers downstairs. Certainly. I'll be just a minute. Ro,... you know, Grace was so proud of you. She saved all your articles. She bragged about you. How did she know that I was David Shane? I assumed you told her. I probably did. Thank you. The police are gonna find out exactly who did this. I'll make sure they do. Thank you, honey. Hey. Hey, Miles. Let me get the key. I'm usually a key-above-the-door kinda guy. Uh-huh. Hey, Miles. Yeah? When was the last time you saw Grace? Oh, God, you know me and dates! Alright, well, roughly. A week, a month, a year, five years, what? Yeah, something like that. Why? Because. Just because I cut somebody out of my life doesn't mean I expect you to cut 'em outta yours. Or maybe you do. Maybe I do. Why you gotta keep it a secret? Alright, we exchanged emails a couple of times. So you told her I was David Shane? Yeah, busted. (CHUCKLES) Could you be serious for five fucking minutes?! I bet you told her about Sachs, too. When I stopped associating with her was when she fucked your boyfriend. Ask him. You need to stay in your own fucking lane! You just better leave Cam out of it. I mean it, Miles. Ro, I'm sorry. I was being insensitive. Ro, I'm sorry. It's just... I was the one who was left picking up the pieces after Grace and Cameron tore you apart and I... (SIGHS) Yeah. So, er, so, what do the police say? They're chasing a lead on some guy she was dating in Philly. But I have another idea. Why's that? Because I saw Grace last week. (GASPS) I'm the one who's keeping secrets? She wanted me to chase down Harrison Hill. Harrison Hill Harrison Hill? Yes. What?! Take a look at this. She was threatening to go to his wife. They met online in July and had one helluva weekend in September. I mean, that's assuming he is ADEX. Who? ADEX. The guy she's been emailing, ADEX. I mean, it tracks. Harrison Hill owns the biggest ad agency in New York City. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard I'm gonna split you in half." (LAUGHS) Oh, my...! Oh, my God! Wait a minute, Ro. This is not a story. I would love, love, love to get my hands on the rest of these emails cos, the way I see it, Grace was fucking Hill, he dumped her, she got pissed, threatened to go to the wife and she wound up dead. That's it. Ro, this is Harrison Hill. If he wanted somebody dead, he wouldn't do it himself. She was stalking the guy. She sent him a million emails. She probably even went to his house. Who knows? All it takes to commit a murder are the right ingredients at the right time. Sonofabitch. "Hey, where are you?" GW Bridge. Why? What's up? I got into Grace's Hotmail account and there's a shitload of guys in there but none of them are ADEX. But that's not the account I gave you. "Hold on." And then I looked at her other account, fastfilly@iol.com, and guess who's all up in her box. ADEX. Ro! Yeah? You gotta read some of this shit. I wanna read it all. "I'm gonna bring over everything after work." And, Ro, we still don't know that ADEX is Hill. And we still don't know that he's not. Yeah. # "Don't Cry Baby" - Etta James # Don't cry # Don't cry, baby # Don't cry, baby # Dry your eyes # And let's be sweethearts again # And, oh-oh! # Cos you know # You know I didn't mean # To ever # treat you so mean... # Hey, your dinner's getting warm! OK... Can I,... can I just say for the record...? Wow! (LAUGHS) Can I also say that's just a ridiculous outfit to be wearing for takeout? I didn't know you were bringing takeout. I didn't know you had a date. (CHUCKLES) God! Who's the, er,... who's the lucky guy? Can we just look at the emails, please? Sure, yeah. Here, have a seat. OK. Er... So, yeah, erm... You told me that, er, Grace wanted you to threaten Hill. Yeah. Well, she was doing it without you for a while. Listen. This email is a week old and it's her last one. "Harrison, if you don't PAY attention to me, you're going to PAY the price." "I'm in the city and I know your wife's away." "Meet with me now or I'll meet with her later." So Grace knew that the wife was out of town. But you're assuming that Grace knew what she was talking about, which I think is a big mistake. Even though she calls ADEX Harrison, it doesn't prove that it's Harrison Hill. OK. So, how do we prove it? Well, technically we can't prove it but if we can get ADEX to send us an email, I can tail it, jimmy the lock and take a closer look into his account. (LAUGHS) You are amazing! I love you, man. (CHUCKLES) This is just such an obstruction of justice. No, this is the pursuit of justice. I'll make you a deal. We get anything concrete on Hill, we'll go straight to the cops and Narron. They get their man, we get our story. But even if ADEX is Hill, it's not a crime to chat nor cheat. But it is a crime to be walking out on this feast in that outfit. I have to because I'm late. You finish up. I'll see you tomorrow. Shut the door. It locks by itself. Have fun. (DOOR SLAMS SHUT) Harrison Hill. Oh, there you are. Hmmm. (BOTH LAUGH) Cam! Cam! You are naughty. Go home. Nope. (BOTH LAUGH) Come here. Come here. (GASPS) Oh, yeah! Yeah. Get it. Get it. C'mon, Cam. (GRUNTS) Get it off. You having fun? Yes. (BOTH MUTTER) Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! You like it? You like that? Yeah, good. Yeah. Yeah. (GRUNTS) I need to get closer to Hill. "Hello, Miles." "How are you?" "Fine. You?" Hello, Miles. How are you? Fine. You? I need to get closer to Hill. Close as you got to Cam last night? It's a little soon to be going on dates with Grace's ex. Are you fucking spying on me? No, a friend of mine saw you two and he said you looked friendly. What, you get him by default? Well, not that I owe you or your friend an explanation but I saw Cam to tell him about Grace. I guess we all grieve differently. You know what, Miles? Forget it! If you don't wanna help me, I'm sure Terry wouldn't mind. Oh, Terry couldn't find his ass with both hands and his ass! "Alright, fine, I'll play nice." OK. Good. While you're looking in cyberspace, I need to be looking at my new job that you are going to get me. Oh, God love you! Something temporary. Easy in, easy out. Can you do that? Does a bear shit in the woods? H2A's server gives away more entry points than a college girl. I'll access the list they send to temp agencies. There's always openings. And wear something sexy. What? To bait the hook. Just make sure I'm working for Hill. 'Your new name will be Katherine Pogue.' 'I choose my own names.' 'Well, tough.' 'I had a crush on a girl named Katherine. It's an homage.' I'm going to H2A. H2A. 'Hill's a Jersey native who slipped and fell into a pile of money when he married...' 'Mia Rheinhart Hill.' 'Yeah, the daughter of Max Rheinhart, owner of H2A.' Here you go. Thank you. Now, if you'll follow me... 'It's hard to separate a man from his wife's money.' 'Money is the root of all evil, Miles.' 'Check your scriptures.' 'Love of money is the root of all evil, Ro. Love.' We have a new temp. Her name is Katherine Pogue. Hi. Katherine, none too soon. I'll show you to your desk. Press nine to get out, three to reach me. We need coffee in Conference Room A. Will I be working for Mr Hill? No, you're working for me. Roll up your sleeves because we are short staffed this week. (MEN LAUGH / CHAT) Sensational, Harrison. Really. Spectacular. I hear you're thinking about opening in Amsterdam, by the way. Yes, we did, in April. Really? Excuse me, Mr Kirshenbaum's car is downstairs and your two o'clock is waiting. Thanks, Esmeralda. I'll walk you out, Jon. Great. Thanks. You're doing well. I'm very proud of you. Couldn't have done it without you. I learned from the best. Appreciate it. Thanks for coming by. Oh, listen. This is probably just bullshit but one of my guys heard that your execs were in Canton sniffing around my Reebok account. If it's bullshit, why are you asking me? Because they heard about it from inside your agency. Just don't want you to make that kind of mistake. I've been representing Reebok for 11 years. They're my main account. They're not gonna jump ship. Eat or be eaten. Right, Jon? Isn't that what you always told me? You left the Reebok account on the table. If I didn't pick it up, someone else was going to and you know that. Ten years ago you wouldn't have let this happen. You fumbled the ball. You really are that stupid. Give my regards to Vanessa. Esmeralda. We have a leak to Kirshenbaum and Bond. I wanna find out who the fuck it is. Right now. Hold the door, please. Wait! Thank you. That was close. Will you be attending the Victoria's Secret meeting tonight? I was hoping I could catch a ride. Yeah, I think I'll be going. Keep the meter running. We can go now. 74th and Broadway, please. (MAN) 'Rowena.' Rowena. Rowena. Got you! You know how much Daddy likes bath time. (SCREAMS) We have a Victoria's Secret party tonight. Morning, Esmeralda. Morning, Katherine. 200 guests, 200 gift bags, too little time. Five items per bag. Have fun. (MOBILE PHONE RINGS) "(What? I'm at work.)" It wasn't just a drowning, she was poisoned. She had a hole in her gut the size of a fruit bowl. Oh, c'mon! No, that's a direct quote from the examiner's office. The killer also put it in her eyes, which is weird. Er, Ro, they haven't announced it yet... but Grace was pregnant. "She was in her first trimester." (WOMAN) Hello! I'm Gina! "Ro?" Katherine Pogue, are you in here? Oh, there you are! "I could tell you Victoria's Secret but then I'd have to kill you." Clever, huh? Yeah. Mr Hill came up with it for the Very Sexy Collection launch. Ooh, very sexy! And in a rainbow of colours! Here, keep a few for the home fires. I know a pretty girl like you has a boyfriend. No. Girlfriend? Well... Pets? (LAUGHS) No. Well, we've got some local talent here. I'll say. What's up with Hill? He's interesting. Married. Rumour is, and you didn't hear it from me, he had a couple of inter-office flings led to lawsuits. Paid a lotta money to make them go away. That's when he got his front girl to run interference. Josie? Or, if you get on her bad side, Cujo-sie. She's his gatekeeper, his walking hard drive, so he never forgets a name, an account, an enemy. No-one gets to him now without going through her. Let me guess. He's done her, too, right? Oh, no! No. She'd be more interested in you than in him, if you catch my heavy drift. I think I do. She's his watchdog, not his bitch. The guy's reformed, unfortunately. Right. His wife's all over him. She's got eyes in the back of YOUR head. Trust me, she finds him cheating, she and her money are out the door. Oh, see Jesse Drake over there? He had this blonde temp last fall, could melt butter. Her name was, erm,... Veronica. One day the boss's wife comes in, sees Mr H and Veronica talking close over the Sparkletts, the next day the temp's toast. The boy's been leashed. But since I have it on good authority, he's into some very kinky shit. He probably likes the tight collar. I'd let him give me a little spank. Did I just say that out loud? (LAUGHS) You're sick! Boo! (GASPS) (LAUGHS) Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Sorry. (CHUCKLES) You're Katherine, right? And you're Harrison Hill, the boss. Yes. It's good to be the boss. Yeah. So, I'll see you at the party tonight,... Katherine. # I believe in miracles # Where you from? # You sexy thing # Sexy thing, you # I believe in miracles # Since you came along # You sexy thing # Sexy thing, you # Hold me, darlin'! # Sexy thing # Touch me! # You sexy thing # Whoa-oo-oo-oo, yeah # (ALL CHEER) On behalf of Victoria's Secret, I would like to thank Harrison Hill for making us... sexier than ever. (CHEERING) Harrison. So sweet of you. Mwah! Mwah! I have no idea how we could possibly make you look any sexier than you do tonight, Heidi. Thank you so very much. (GIGGLES) I'd just like to raise a glass to everyone at Victoria's Secret and, er, all my people at H2A for making this one of the most successful campaigns. The Very Sexy Collection is H2A's most sexful,... (LAUGHTER) ..succsexf... (CHEERING / APPLAUSE) (CHUCKLES) We did really good with this campaign. Happy Valentine's Day! God bless you. (ALL CHEER) Thank you. Good night. Thank you. Is part of the torture the fact that we get to watch all this fun? Are you kidding me? We got the best seats. OK, see the guy with the bad comb-over standing by the statues? Bob Milstein, Accounting. He may look unlucky in love. He recently nailed Kay Rolands, Sales, the giant standing by the shrimp. Corporate America, ain't it grand? One big happy family, eh? Who's the brunette? The one that looks tipsy. Oh, Bethany Lee, Account Manager. Long legs, perfect teeth, may they rot in hell. A few years back, there was chatter she and Mr Hill were going over more than just the company numbers. Really? Yeah. But that was before the lawsuits, before Cujo-sie and before the wife started paying attention. Now it's all hugs and kisses. They're going to fertility clinics. Her oven's on the fritz. Is there anything you don't know, Gina? No. I don't get it. Mrs Hill is pretty. She's really pretty. Show me a beautiful woman, I'll show you a man who's tired of fucking her. (SCOFFS) Nice, Gina(!) What?! I've got brothers. (INDISTINCT CHATTER) (You're embarrassing him and yourself.) (OK, I'll be better.) (His wife is out there.) (I'm sorry. I'm sorry.) Here's money for a cab. C'mon. He'll call me, right? Good night, Bethany. Good night. I told you already, Narron, I quit. I figured two weeks was enough to let you cool off. I gotta go. Look, I'm sorry about the senator, Ro, but I can't lose you. David Shane is this paper's star. You don't bench a star. There will always be powerful people covering things up at every paper, in every city. It's called editorialising and it's a reality. Don't give up because one sonofabitch silenced your source. Rest up, come back and nail the next sonofabitch. Maybe. I set up your IOL account but you're gonna need a name. Er, how about Rocket? (LAUGHS) That was my nickname from college. Are you sure you don't wanna be Hot Bitch on Wheels? No, I'm kidding. Alright, Rocket. Rocket. Rocketgirl. A little sexier than dshane@NYCourier.com. So, I put ADEX into your, er,... friends file and, as a little extra added bonus, your computer has a few things to say. Listen, this is good. "Miles is sexy." (CHUCKLES) "Miles is sexy." "(DOG BARKS)" Translation? Let me guess. Miles is sexy? You think so? And I need this, why? Every time you get an IM, you're gonna have a voice to match. I don't want it saying, "Miles is sexy." I'll give an audio to Hill. I sampled his voice from some streaming video. Do you mind? Do I have a choice? No. So, what's he like up close and personal? Well, tell you one thing, there's more to the guy than you think. Check out his offices. Go online, take the tour. You'll see. It's outrageous. (LAUGHS) Sick. Just what you'd like. Hmmm. Oh, I did find something out. Apparently, Hill has squashed a couple of sexual-harassment suits. Think you could chase the money trail? Yeah. I mean, I guess he's a likely candidate for that. No, not really. He's now got this gorgeous Amazonian woman that does all the dirty work. Oh, really? Is she hot? Yes, she's very hot. She's also a lesbian. (LAUGHS) Bastard. Alright, so seeing that you're a chatroom virgin... Big deal. No, I think it's a compliment. I think you should practise online flirting. (BOTH LAUGH) Why would I wanna do that? Because sometimes you'll tell a stranger something you wouldn't even tell your best friend. You should know that, Mr David Shane. Oh. Oh, by the way, I got a dollar that says Hill's not our guy. We got a pregnant Grace threatening to go to the wife, right? Yeah. OK. But meanwhile the wife is busy trying to haul Hill off to a fertility clinic. And let's not forget the most important part, the wife is the money. Yeah. That's a motive on a big stick. A motive on a big stick. That's what I said. So I'll take your bet. Game on. (LAUGHS) "Welcome to Chat." "Trublu"? OK. "Welcome." "Haven't seen you around"... New to this. Who are you? Hello, Neil. I'm Tiffany. (CHUCKLES) OK, Trublu, let's go. How do you imagine me? "Long blonde hair, longer legs"... Really close. (SIGHS) "Welcome." "When you said you were getting off, I didn't know you meant literally." Leave... me... alone. I haven't contacted him. "I did. On"... (GASPS) (PHONE RINGS) Hello? OK, look, this isn't funny. You're taking advantage of me. This is what we talked about. Once he responds, I can get past his firewall. I wrote, "Dear Harrison, the answers are great sex, cheap beer and the Rolling Stones. What?! "C'mon, we gotta push his buttons." "By the way, I sent it from your account." Oh, shit, he's on! "He's on, Miles." Let me drive. Er, Harrison,... Wait. What are you doing? ..nice to hear from you. "Miles." You're typing for me? It's a riddle. "Miles, stop it!" "Miles, stop it!" I'm through the firewall and into ADEX's account. He's all yours. Miles, you bastard. "What's your name?" Shit! Veronica. "What colour's your hair?" Blonde. Dirty. "I like dirty." Filthy. "I'd like to get a fistful." Ewww! "Are you turned on?" I am. Fucker! (LAUGHS) I should go. "But, you just warmed me up." Yeah, don't blue-ball the guy. "Yeah, Ro. Don't blue-ball the guy." Be back. Bye. "Goodbye." Quit spying on me, you fuck! You are in the way of how I work and I'm not having it! It's Hill, we can prove it. Do not send any more emails and do not speak for me in any way! Or how about, "Thank you for your subversive genius"? Thank you! Bye! (MAN) Good morning, H2A. May I help you? Hey, good morning. (INDISTINCT CHATTER) Oh! Hello. "What happened to you last night?" Morning. "Tiffany?" "Veronica?" Katherine. You forgot to fill out your I-9. Oh, OK. I told Human Resources I'd run it right back over there. Now. OK. Well, I'll,... I'll just fill this out, then. You looking for permanent work? Er, always. Where have you temped? I don't know. Got a phone book? (CHUCKLES) Yes, I do. OK, er,... Zaffman, Meyer and Pearce, IPE... Ooh, love the new building! Great bathrooms. What about Kirshenbaum and Bond? Average bathrooms. When did you work there? I don't know, maybe April. My life is kind of crazy. One day just runs into the next. Heineken Amsterdam's gonna love it. We should start talking about print, scheduling. Absolutely. Jesse, why don't you start talking about media buys with Chuck, Toni and Steve? I need a couple of minutes. I'll be right back. I'm glad you're happy. (ALL CHATTER) Here, hold this, please. Esmeralda, hold my calls for a few minutes, please. Mr Phelps! Afternoon, boys. Gunnar, stand up, would you? Get out! You piece of shit! You gonna spy on me?! Aaagh! Huh?! Get the fuck up, you piece of...! (ALL GASP) You were a fucking bike messenger! I made you rich! I hope they have a job for you over at Kirshenbaum. I accept your resignation. (GROANS) Gunnar,... congratulations. Now clean up your new office. Back to work! What you guys lookin' at? (Shit, what just happened?) Gunnar Hope just got a promotion. "Veronica, how did you know about my ADEX account?" I used to temp at H2A. Yeah. My boyfriend wouldn't like that. (Shit!) (PHONE RINGS) Does this phone call mean I'm forgiven? (You've got one chance to redeem yourself.) (He wants a photo of Veronica.) Who? (Me, Rocketgirl.) Er, is nude an option? "(Miles!)" (There was a temp that worked here, Veronica something.) You gotta be kidding me. (No, she used to work for Jesse Drake.) (Every employee has a photo ID, so she's gotta be in the files.) Oh, c'mon! (Miles, do it! I need this, Miles.) "(Just do it, please.)" "(Hurry up!)" A last name would really help. (How many Veronicas can there be in the system?) (C'mon, Miles. Hurry.) Er... "(Miles.)" This is ridiculous. C'mon, I just... (C'mon.) (C'mon. I can see him from here. C'mon, Miles.) "(Hurry. Miles!)" (Hurry up. Miles.) OK. "(Hurry.)" C'mon, c'mon. Yahtzee! Veronica Carter. Just download, upload, exhale and send. (You... are... awesome.) Yeah, well, remember that the next time you're firing me. Oh, Ro, I'm meeting a guy from the ME's office, Bill Patel, at Chumley's at seven. He's got the tox on Grace and everything else the cops have. Great. I'll meet you there. (Shit!) "What?" (My computer screen's frozen.) (And Veronica's face is the screensaver!) What? (Miles...) "Turn it off." (Oh, fuck!) "Turn the power off!" (Fuck, he's coming.) Hi. Hi. Pretty busy for the end of the day. Yeah, just working away. Anything I can help with? Nope. Er,... not unless data entry turns you on. You know what? Surprisingly,... it doesn't. (CHUCKLES) How you doin'? Lemme tell you about my night. I have to go to dinner at Sapa. Average jokes, exceptional food. If you find yourself bored in the area of 24th and 6th around ten o'clock, you could fall by for a drink. I really appreciate that offer but I think I'm gonna have to pass. OK. (CHUCKLES) Is there something else I can do for you or...? No,... I'm just waiting for you to change your mind. Look, Mr Hill... I recognise that tone. Sounds serious. I really like working here and I would really like for my work to speak for itself. Fair enough. Have a splendid evening, Miss Pogue. Wait! Mr Hill. Mm-hm? In case I change my mind, erm,... ..keep an eye out around dessert. (ALL CHATTER) Miles. Ah! Bill Patel, Rowena Price. Hey, a pleasure. Lose the glasses, Bill, this isn't Deep Throat. Here's your pina colada. Hold the umbrella. We know about the drowning, Bill, but what was this poison? Belladonna. What's that? Highly toxic plant used to make atropine. You know what that is? Yeah, atropine is used to dilate eyes. And for anaesthesia and in cardiac medicine as a resuscitant. And... in witchcraft. Coroner had cause of death listed as atropine poisoning but I did a further test on the bile and found it was belladonna. Which means what? It's not the expensive synthetic type, so it's readily available, harder to narrow down where it came from. Where do you get it? Well, you don't pop into Duane Reade and order a vial but it's accessible. Easy enough to find if you know where to look. You can get anything online. It's definitely toxic? Belladonna is used for eye surgeries but never in this amount. The killer put it in her eyes. Her death was brutal and certainly no accident. Cheers. Where you going? I gotta run. Stick around. I can't. I'm going out for a drink. But maybe Bill can tell you more about it. (GROANS) Bill, are you OK? Brain freeze. Who are you getting drinks with? I will call you later. Bill, you have been a godsend. Thank you. Breathe through the nose. (INHALES SQUEAKILY) Nice dress. Nice party. Tell you what, order two Hemingway daiquiris. This is one of two places in the city that makes great daiquiris. I'll be back in time to tell you why they taste like heaven. Did I tell you that's a great-looking dress? No, no, no, no, no! Two daiquiris. (SIGHS) Here you go, Mr Hill. Thank you. I'm dizzy from the spin and I'm all the way over here. (BOTH LAUGH) Here. A very famous man once said that, "Sincerity is everything." "Once you learn to fake that, the rest is easy." So, the Hemingway daiquiri is two ounces of light rum, one ounce - One ounce lime juice, one ounce simple syrup, dash grapefruit, grenadine float. Oh, I knew I had to worry about you. You pay attention. I do. For instance, I noticed that wedding ring. Oh, yes, I am married. So what? So, what are you doing here with me? Having a Hemingway daiquiri. What are you doing here with me? Am I with you? Are you married? Wow, that would make this really interesting, wouldn't it? No. No? God, no. Just broke up with someone? No. Gay? No. Actually, I'm thinking of joining Match.com. Are you kidding me? Lots of people date online. You're gorgeous. What do you think of it? My life is complicated enough. I'm having a drink with you, I'm trying to figure out how to explain that. Will you have to? (Hopefully not.) (Hopefully not.) Do you have kids? No. You don't have any kids, right? No. Family? A mother. Here's to Gunnar Hope and his corner office. (CHUCKLES) Oh, God! It was a little dramatic, wasn't it? Yeah. I refuse to be treated like that. That fucking Phelps. Rat. Committed the cardinal sin. Which is what? Don't betray your friends. Don't betray people who love you. Law of the jungle, huh? Law of the universe. It's not kill or be killed any more. Kill or become irrelevant. So here's to not becoming irrelevant. And don't be mad. Don't be mad that I'm married or any of that, I mean, because that's a different thing than what this is. Is it? I should probably just make some arrangements to have a car take you home. OK. OK. Drink your Hemingway daiquiri. Mmmm. '(PHONE RINGS)' (PHONE RINGS) Hello? (SLURS) Where the hell have you been, kiddo? Late night. Yeah, I'll bet. Hey, wait a minute. Are you drunk? "No." "Sounds like you are." No, I'm not. What's up? "Oh, just me waiting to talk to you." About? I kind of thought we were doing this story together. We are. But I'm the one who's doing all the grunt work while you're out. At least you... (GUITAR CLATTERS) At least you can introduce me to the lesbian. Take the virtual tour. I'm sure there is a picture of her there. "Night-night." Wait, wait, wait! Do you remember that series of murders they traced back to Riverbank Park? The drifter they never caught? Women that were being murdered and tossed off the cliffs? Yeah, the, er, Rufus Scott series. "Yeah." Well, the cops think maybe the drifter tossed Grace. Yeah, well, maybe. But, er, I'm gonna go to bed, so let's talk about it tomorrow. Sweet dreams. "Bye." "Tired?" What did you have in mind? "You. The coffee room." "Remember? You rubbed against me." (CHUCKLES) This is some good shit. Save this chat. "Then you bent over." Ewww! She did? "You knew what you were doing to me. You liked it." Hmmm, not quite. "I can't stop thinking about you. Where's your boyfriend?" You are a twisted... Where's your wife? "Out." Out. Figured. Looks like it's just you and me, Hill. "Are you turned on?" No. "Me too!" (CHUCKLES) Are you trying to seduce me, Mr,... Wait, wait, wait. I'm gonna get your whole name. ..Harrison Hill? "What are you wearing?" Robe. "What's underneath?" Panties. Ask what colour. C'mon, c'mon, What colour? "What colour?" (LAUGHS) I knew it. White. Sheer. "I like that." You like that? "Now picture this." "We're on a beach." Let's keep this real. Let's put this at H2A. "OK. H2A." Yes. "No one's around." I gotta tell you about this, Miles. "You come into the coffee room." "I'm already there." (CHUCKLES) Miles, chatting with Hill. "You rub against me." Got him talking about H2A. Whoo hooo!! "I lift up your skirt." "Veronica? Veronica?" I'm coming. "U there?" Sorry. My hands were a little busy. "Mine too." Ewww! "At least one of them." (CHUCKLES) God, you're easy. "I'm going to tell you what to do." "You like being told what to do?" OK. Trail your hands to your panties. Go inside. Can you feel me fucking you, Ro? Hey! Hi. What are you doing here? Giving you breakfast. Yeah? Good morning. Morning. (PHONE RINGS) Don't answer it. I have to answer it. No, you don't. No. No, don't. Tell them that you're busy. Don't answer that. Hey. "Hey, I think I got a breakthrough on Hill. Cam, give me a second. "I gotta take this. OK, Miles, what's up? Did you get my email?" Wait, tell me you didn't just say, "Cam, give me a minute." "C'mon, I don't have time for this shit. What?!" You're busy, huh? (SIGHS) Well, look, there's too much to go over right now. "Can you meet me at the Grill Room at one?" Yeah. I hate that he's there, Ro. Yeah, I know you do. Hey, Ro,... did Cam happen to mention that he's having a DNA test today for Grace's baby? Three o'clock, 31st Precinct." "Cops have them together in November." (Coffee.) Did he happen to mention that? What is it with great women and shitty men? I don't know. You figure it out. Tell me later. No more phones. (GROANS) What are you doing later? You. No, I mean, like, later, this afternoon later. Showing a couple of places uptown. Oh, really? Yeah. What about downtown? What do you mean? 31st Precinct. What? Three o'clock. Fucking liar! Thought you said you hadn't seen Grace in over a year. I haven't. That must be why the cops have you with her three months ago! Thanks, Miles(!) Thought you said it was over. Said you didn't give a shit about that bitch! I don't! Well, you sat your ass right there and said, "I love you, Ro." I do! You're a fucking liar! (SIGHS) Was it yours? Could it have been yours? (SIGHS) I don't know. You don't know. Ro... Get the hell out of my house. (SIGHS) (FRONT DOOR SLAMS) Hey. Morning. Morning. OK,... I give up. What? You didn't read the paper today? Today is National Take Your Best Employee To Work Day. Hmmm. So I guess you're going to pick up Esmeralda next. Esmeralda rides a broom to work every day. (CHUCKLES) (BOTH LAUGH) That's funny, very funny. You have a sense of humour. Bobby, say hi to Katherine. Hey, Bobby. Hi, Esmeralda, it's me again. Is he still in a meeting? Well, just let him know I called and I'll see him later. Thanks. Thank you. Gentlemen, welcome to New York, or, as we like to call it, Reebok Town. (MAN) Whoo-hoo! Have a seat right over here. (ALL CHATTER) That ass-kissing will go on all afternoon. Wanna take a long lunch? Er, no, actually, I can't. I've got to, er, meet a friend downtown. See ya. Fancy lady. So, what's up? I stumbled across some information about Hill's wife and her family fortune. They had millions and invested a lot of it into medical research. One guy revolutionised surgery by finding a medicinal use for a poisonous plant called belladonna. We have proof that Hill was ADEX, we have proof that ADEX knew Grace, we have motive, the pregnancy and knowledge and history that links Hill with belladonna. The only thing we don't have is access to Hill's personal email account. We do have access. No, that's his IOL account. His main account is with H2A and I can't get to it, there's a firewall. I can't scale it with a remote. Take this. What's that? New spyware you're gonna mickey into Hill's laptop. Install it into the computer and bury it into the hard drive. 'And how long will that take?' '3 minutes and 14 seconds but that's just a guess.' "(BEEPING)" (SPYrid.) (Fuck! What?) "Yeah?" OK, so he's got anti-spyware on his computer. There's a big fucking sign that says, "Stop in the name of SPYrid." SPYrid? He's definitely hiding something There was a leak, so they probably went into lockdown. What do I do? He's asking for a password. Er, it's new. I can get in but it'll take a few minutes. We'll do it later. Sorry. (All you can say is sorry?!) Well, I don't... (Well, tell me something!) (DOOR BANGS OPEN) (GASPS) Usually the competition's smarter than to send a beautiful temp into the boss's office to snoop around on his fucking computer to try and find fresh ideas. I... Well, I, er... No, wait. Let me see if I can help you. "I am in your office and I really need to come up with a really honest story." No, I was really just gonna, I don't know, tell you the truth. Go ahead, give that a shot. I came in here because I wanted to leave you a note. And I wanted to do it at the end of the day when there was nobody here because I really didn't want everybody in this office to know that the new girl has got a BIG crush on the boss. And what was this little note gonna say? Well, it was gonna say that you're wrong because there's 17 restaurants in this city that make the Hemingway daiquiri. Who were you talking to on the phone? Eddie. Eddie? My friend, Eddie. He's a bartender and he was helping me... put together the list. I realised that I didn't remember all 17 bars, so I was calling him for help and I... I'm sorry. And I'm positive I'm fired. Get out. Here. This is the list of the bars. Please - I'm telling you the truth. This... is what I was leaving. You might wanna... check 'em out. (SIGHS) Hey. This is what you want me to believe? That you came in here... for this list? Yeah. OK. Well, you're fired... ..because I,... I don't wanna take you to dinner as your boss. Maybe I'll rehire you in the morning or... maybe after dessert. You can tell me all about this crush you have on the boss. OK. # "White Flag" - Dido I did that? (CHUCKLES) Yes, you did that. (MOANS) OK, wait, wait, wait. Where are you going? Wait, wait. I've gotta go to the bathroom. I'll be right back. Alright. (THUDDING) Oh! (LAUGHS) I'll be right back. You alright? I'll be right back. (LAUGHS) (EXHALES) (PHONE BEEPS) (PHONE BEEPS) (PHONE BEEPS) (PHONE BEEPS) (PHONE BEEPS) (PHONE BEEPS) (PHONE BEEPS) (CAR ALARM BLEEPS) (GROANS) (GROANS) All of a sudden, I'm not feeling that good. I think maybe you should take me home. Too much sake, I think. (GROANS) Which way are we going? My exit's back there. (LOCKS DOORS) How far are you prepared to take this? Say your name. Go ahead, just say it. Katherine. Bullshit. Katherine Pogue. Bullshit. Bullshit. OK, you need to take me home. Esmeralda was right... ..and I didn't wanna believe her. You're a spy for Kirshenbaum, right? Answer me! Don't wanna talk? Well, I'll tell you what. How about this? Let's get your pal,... M, on the phone. Who the fuck is M? And why is my name on this text?! OK. I'm gonna ask you one more time. Are you or are you not a fucking spy?! Yes! What?! Yes! Phelps, right? You and that scumbag Phelps the whole time. From the first day, right? How much could they be paying you? Are they paying you more than hooker money? That's what you are. Do you know what the word "loyalty" means? I bet your wife is wondering the same thing. (YELLS) I am so disappointed in you right now. Just because you wanna hurt somebody... ..doesn't mean that you will. (STARTS ENGINE) (TYRES SCREECH) Harrison, I'm sorry. I have,... I have never spied on anybody like this. Fuck you. Get out. (WATER TRICKLES) (MAN) 'Rowena.' 'Rowena.' 'Rowena.' (FOOTSTEPS) C'mon, honey. I wonder, where could she be? (GASPS / WHIMPERS) Bath time. 'No!' (SIGHS) Ro, I called you 50 fucking times last night. I called you at H2A, they said you no longer work there. "Where are you?" On the way to the rehab centre to see my mother. The last time I spoke to you you were on Hill's computer. Do you have any idea the thoughts going through my fucking head? Hill saw the text message you sent me last night. "What?" "So I guess we won't be getting into his computer after all." No. No, no, no. Er... No, it's OK. Er, I'll figure something out. "Don't worry about it. Are you OK?" Yeah, I'm good. (SIGHS) Look, can we, erm,... have an early dinner tonight? You can bring your laptop and we'll start putting the story together? OK. OK? Oh, good! You never say OK and that's good. I love OK. Good. "I'm just glad you're out of there." Yeah,... me, too. OK, I'll see you tonight. "Bye." Bye. Phyllis? Anybody here? Hello? (TV CHATTER) Hi, Mom. You look pretty. Hello, can I help you? Hi, I'm from IT. I was sent to run the detox on Mr Hill's computer. Fascinating. Wanna know why? Nobody called IT. Er, well, your computer did, sir. Er, when any computer hooked up to the grid goes down, it cries for help. Cry for help. Have you tried these? No. There's honey in the centre. Harrison Hill. Benson comma Kurt. Interesting name. Could this have anything to do with someone trying to install spyware on my computer? Well, it could have to do with anything but I won't know until I give your computer a... clean scrub. I like a good clean scrub. Yeah. (LAUGHS) I need about ten minutes but I'm sure Josie wouldn't mind showing you around the office. Hello, Josie. Josie, meet Benson comma Kurt. Esmeralda, can I have those mock-ups that Gunnar left someplace? Yes, I know right where it is. Follow me. Josie. (RINGS DOORBELL) C'mon, Miles. Shit! (RINGS DOORBELL) Beautiful space. Beautiful people. Beautiful pictures. Are those, er, are those planets? No, eyes. Mrs Hill did a whole series, Inside The Dilated Eye. We have a guest computer. Take the virtual tour, it's very informative. I'll be in my office if you need me. Oh, thanks! I got locked out. (COMPUTER) "Miles is sexy." Miles? "Miles is sexy." "Miles is sexy." "Miles is sexy." (DRAGGING) (DOOR CREAKS OPEN) (CLATTERING) (GASPS) "Miles is sexy." (PANTS) "Miles is sexy." "Miles is sexy." ("Welcome Trublu!") "Miles is sexy." "Miles is sexy." "Miles is sexy." "Miles is sexy." "Miles is sexy." "Miles is sexy." "Miles is sexy." Can I help you? What the fuck, Miles? What are you doing in this room? Well, I heard my voice... ..coming from your computer. That's what I'm doing. It's a joke. That's just a joke. It's a joke, huh? Yeah. Well, are all these pictures on this computer a joke? "Miles is sexy." Are the pictures of me out there on that dummy a joke? Huh? Huh? I'll tell you what's funny. What's funny is the fact that you said you hadn't seen Grace but yet you've got pictures of her on your computer from October, nude pictures, all fucking chained up and strapped up and shit. Can we go in the other room and talk about this? No, let's talk about him, Trublu. Maybe your pal, Trublu, took all these pictures. Maybe Trublu took all these fucking pictures in here! You freak! Wait a minute! Go ahead, admit it! Fucking admit it right now! You were ADEX. Two or three times, yeah. Yeah, that's what I thought. You've been manipulating this whole thing, haven't you? Lying to me. Fucking Grace. Who didn't? You were trying to set up Harrison Hill, huh? Wait a minute. You think that because of this that I had something to do with that? Yeah. Why wouldn't I? You can't keep changing your identity and expect people to trust you! Don't be such a fucking hypocrite, Ro. Fuck you! No, fuck you! I've been working my ass off on this for you the whole time! Everybody has secrets! Right! Everybody's got secrets, huh?! Until they get caught! Let's see. Look at something. You told me to take the virtual tour of H2A. When you do, when you click on the photographs hanging in the reception area, it links you to Mia Hill's webpage. She took photographs of dilated eyes. "Mia Rheinhart Hill replicates a phenomenon fashionable in the 1920s, the dilation of a woman's pupils with the use of belladonna." This is it. This puts the poison in his hands or it puts the poison in his wife's hands. This is it. This is what we've been looking for. You need to get help. Wait a minute, wait a minute. Wait a minute. This is the story. Can I go now? 'I have a history of powerful men squashing stories and hiding facts, so I wanted to get this whole thing together, give it to you before Harrison Hill had a chance to do just that.' "Veronica, what's new?" Boyfriend's out of town. "Which means..." You tell me. "Hotel Gansevoort." '"I'll leave a key under your name."' "From room 1801, the view is spectacular, especially the sunrise." (KNOCK AT DOOR) Are you Harrison Hill? Yeah. (RADIO CRACKLES) Mr Hill, I'm gonna need you to put your hands behind your back. You're under arrest for the murder of Grace Clayton. Who? Fast Filly. You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer any questions. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. 'You have the right to an attorney before speaking to the police and have an attorney present during questioning.' 'The State of New York will prove beyond a reasonable doubt that the defendant, Harrison Matthew Hill, did intentionally and with premeditation commit the heinous murder of Grace Alexandra Clayton.' Are you aware of the hundreds of emails between your husband and other women? Now I am. Mrs Hill, where do you keep your belladonna? 'It's in my medicine cabinet in my photography studio downtown.' 'The state will present irrefutable physical evidence that places the murder weapon, poison called belladonna, in the defendant's car, co-mingled with the victim's blood, hair and bodily secretions.' We got blood. And, finally, you will learn about Grace Clayton, a young woman who believed the lies that this ad man was selling, never realising the price that she would pay would be her own tragic death. Thank you for your time and your consideration. I look forward to your verdict. All over but most often at his hotel suite at the Gansevoort. He liked to watch the sun rise. He didn't want his wife to find out. If she did, it was over. The hair, blood and secretions all match the victim, Grace Clayton. Additionally, we did find trace elements of belladonna... All significant financial holdings are in the name of his wife. It was after midnight. I'd just started my shift. This blonde woman was freaking out, wanting to see Mr Hill. I buzzed him, there was no answer. She left an envelope but she wasn't happy. About an hour later, Mr Hill came down, he took the envelope and left. I'm holding in my hand a copy of exhibit number three in evidence which reads, "Grace, don't come by my house." "Don't come by my office. We are done." "Leave me the fuck alone." Can you please tell the jury where this came from? I retrieved it from Harrison Hill's hard drive. 'It starts with a quiet hum, an empty screen inviting you...' Has the jury reached a verdict? Yes, we have, Your Honour. '"Come inside," it says, "we're always open."' Will the defendant please rise? How do you find on the charge of murder in the first degree? 'It's a world, you think, where actions have no consequence, where guilt is cloaked by anonymity,... ..where there are no fingerprints.' 'An invisible universe... ..filled with strangers, interconnected online and disconnected in life.' 'It will steal your secrets, corrupt your dreams... ..and co-opt your identity.' 'Because in this world,... ..where you can be anything you want, anyone you want,... ..you just might lose sight... ..of who you are.' Hello, Rowena. You know how much Daddy likes bath time. My great big beautiful girl. You are so... (DOOR BANGS OPEN) Put her down. She needed help. Isn't that right, Rowena? Get out! Oh, you better get out of here. You put that thing down! I mean it. Put it down now. Do you hear me? (SCREAMS) Aaagh! Are you OK, honey? Are you OK? Mommy! (GROANS) Mommy, he's coming. I said get out! Get out! (GASPS) (MILES) She was blackmailing you, wasn't she? That's why you did her all those favours, even after she slept with your boyfriend. You just couldn't say no, could you? What was it? What did Grace know about you? We're just gonna tell people he disappeared, like last August. He just never came home. He just went away and he never came home. You got that? Rowena, look at me! You got that? (MILES) 'God, you must've hated her.' I hated her. I hated her for you. I still do. Rowena. 'But she kept coming back.' You can't just forget people, bury them, pretend like they never existed. And then she handed you Hill that night. She fucking handed him to you. Regards to your mother. At some point, you must've thought, "This has to end." "This all has to end." 'So you did a little research. You took the virtual tour, that's how you found out about the belladonna.' That's how you knew you could pin it on Hill. And then that's how I knew it was you. You remember that night when I was looking for Mia Hill's webpage and your computer finished the address for me? 'It didn't register for me at the time but later it occurred to me that you had everything you needed to know.' 'You led me right to him.' Belladonna is used to dilate eyes. Are those planets? No, eyes. Mrs Hill did a whole series, Inside The Dilated Eye. Every step of the fucking way. And then all you needed was the belladonna. And I remembered your mother and that pathetic little pharmacy they have there and how you always used to complain how understaffed they were. And it really wasn't that difficult to get, was it? 'You let her think you were gonna do a story on Hill.' '"Bring your computer," you said. "Show me everything."' 'You laced her drink to knock her out. You got some hair.' You took some blood. You placed the belladonna in her eyes to implicate Hill or his wife. And then... all you needed to do was connect Hill with the physical evidence. 'You had the blood, you had the fibres,... ..you even had the belladonna.' All the tumblers clicking into place. Secrets are great, Ro,... unless you get caught. You once told me that all it takes for the perfect murder are the right ingredients at the right time. So you waited all these years for everything to line up. That's fucking beautiful. That's poetic. It's almost perfect, except for one little thing. What are you willing to do for me to keep me quiet? (THUDDING) (GASPS / GROANS) (SQUELCHING / THUDDING) (GASPS) (THUDDING) (GASPS) Lieutenant Tejada, it's Rowena Price. (HYPERVENTILATES) I think we sent the wrong man to prison. (CRIES) Miles attacked me! You've gotta get to my house! Please! Agh! # "Troubled Waters" - Cat Power # I must be # One of the devil's daughters # They look at me with scorn # I'll never hear their horn # Sometimes # It's like chains # Sometimes I hang my head # in shame # When people see me # They scandalise my name # I'm going down # To the devil's water # I'm gonna drown # In that troubled water # It's coming round my soul # It's way beyond control # I must be one # I must be one # I must be # one of the devil's daughters # They look at me with scorn # I'll never hear their horn # Sometimes it's like # Being in chains # Sometimes I hang my head # in shame # When people see me # They scandalise my name # I'm going down # To the devil's water # I'm gonna drown # In that troubled water # It's coming round my soul # It's way beyond control # I must be one # I must be one # I must be... # Captions by IMS Subtitles. For a list of the week's captioned shows, see Teletext pp 321-327. Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. 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