In New York City's war on crime,
the worst criminal offenders are pursued
by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.
These are their stories.
It's a good weight. Anyone asks...
Don't pee your pants, Freddy. Bad for the rubber.
There it is. Pure as a virgin's...
Where the hell?
You heard our guest wears a goatee now?
Yeah, I'm on it.
I can watch the whole thing go down from the kitchen.
All right, I better set up.
I owe you.
It went okay?
It's 4:00 in the morning. Don't you have a job to go to?
Don't tease me. What happened?
Oh, Josh.
Baby, I knew it.
Now, come on. It's not a done deal.
Why? What went wrong?
Nothing.
Sure, with the goatee.
Oh, my God.
I'm finished.
Look, don't tell me I'm gonna be all right!
No, I'm... All right, I'm...
Sure.
Yeah. Whatever you say.
Is everything okay, Mr. Barry?
Mmm-hmm.
G- C. Spa. It or. Tea loop.
Bitch!
I was going to call you... Boaz...
I said that I'm sorry. If you want me to...
No, there's something dripping on you.
It's blood.
Please help me.
We've got a Jane Doe dressed like a John Doe,
beaten to death in the shadow of the UN,
discovered by an Israeli diplomat.
The diplomatic corps expects special treatment
when they trip over a stiff, so we called you.
It's nice to be wanted.
She died right after the diplomat found her.
No wallet, no keys. Just this in her jacket.
G- C. Spa. It or. Tea loop.
Big help.
All right, there are blunt force and sharp-impact wounds,
on all sides of her head and neck.
A rage attack?
There are girl bars over on 2nd. Maybe a gay bash?
A false beard.
It's a goatee.
Glue residue on her chin.
A disguise, coded message, she wasn't cross-dressing for fun.
Forty-one wounds, including the broken rib that pierced her spleen.
She bled to death.
For six hours alone on an overpass.
These bruises, could they be kicks?
Well, there's a very demarcated pattern, lots of deep tissue trauma.
You don't usually see that from kicking.
Well, a tall girl like her might have made a run for it,
if it weren't for the 10-course feast sitting in her stomach.
Ten courses?
Chicken, fish, beef, goat, plantains, beer.
Sounds like she ate half of Noah's ark.
Spices?
Curry, coconut.
Curried goat, could be West Indian.
And her tape, the sounds at the end.
It or. Tea loop.
A door opening, reggae music.
Restaurant sounds.
A food critic might taste four or five entrées.
They wouldn't want to be recognized, they go out in disguise.
And make crib notes.
Sally had us drop her off at the corner.
She told me she'd send me her review by the morning.
This is so horrible.
We appreciate your meeting us here.
When she got out, you notice anybody on the street?
No, no one.
And she was tough. This review,
"Cajun pea soup with the texture of a bayou swamp,
"and the aroma to match. "
She didn't mince words.
It's why our readers trusted her.
It's white rice.
She was eating white rice and drinking ginger ale.
Was she sick?
She got food poisoning at a restaurant last Thursday. Knocked her out.
Do you know what restaurant?
No.
Unless I went with her, I never knew where she ate
until she handed in her copy.
One of these?
Each one has a restaurant name.
Maybe notes for reviews she hadn't written.
She used code.
Don't ask me what it was.
Thank you, Ms. White. We'll be in touch.
You poison a food critic,
you can kiss your restaurant goodbye.
Apice.
Is that one of the restaurants on those tapes?
Yeah. Apice Trattoria.
From a trade magazine, six months ago.
"Trovo protégé Joshua Mailer opens new eatery. "
Fancy motorcycle.
Fancier footwear.
Metal-tipped cowboy boots.
Those would make some deep tissue trauma.
Detectives? You must be here about Josh.
His wife is in the kitchen. She filed the missing persons.
Beatrice, it's the police.
You found him?
No, we haven't. I'm Detective Eames. This is Detective Goren.
Yeah, we thought that we'd go over your report.
Now, your husband has been missing since when exactly?
Monday night. It's all like I said.
He didn't come home by the time I left for work.
What time was that again?
4:00 a. m., Tuesday.
I work as a pastry chef at my father's restaurant.
I was trying to call him on his cell all day.
When he didn't show up here Tuesday afternoon,
I knew something was wrong.
And the last time you talked to him?
Monday night, before he came here.
It's closed on Monday,
but he comes in to plan the menus and do the books.
He works here?
Do you mind if we have a look?
No.
Any chance he's partying somewhere?
Never.
Apice is his life.
Was he wearing these boots Monday night, these metal-tipped boots?
Yeah, he wears them every day, for good luck.
How was his mood? Was he depressed or angry?
Tired, stressed. Apice was taking off.
Any trouble with these folks here? Food critics.
I heard that restaurants, they keep a rogue's gallery to identify them.
That's Sally Moore, with the goatee.
She was here last Thursday night.
How did that go?
Josh said he put out a perfect meal.
He's just one good review away from breaking through.
Could we see Sally Moore's reservation?
It was under the name Ed Dayton, 8:00 p. m., party of four.
Mr. Dayton was one of her dinner guests.
It's here, Table 5, our best table.
Looks like you had to bump somebody, there's a name crossed off.
Why all of this interest in Sally Moore?
My husband is the one who's missing.
Did he tell you Ms. Moore got food poisoning after her meal?
No. No. That's not possible.
He said it went well. Where did you hear that lie?
While investigating her murder.
She was beaten to death Monday night.
Oh, my God.
I thought that...
You thought what?
There something you're not telling us?
Oh.
When I came home from work on Tuesday afternoon,
I found Josh's wedding ring. He'd left it by the sink.
You thought he'd left you?
I didn't know what to think.
Apice.
One moment. It's the police.
This is Beatrice Mailer.
Yeah, that's the one.
Thank you.
They found his motorcycle.
If he just wanted to ditch his bike, there are better places.
Maybe after he went home, he felt guilty about killing the critic.
Next stop could've been the bottom of the river.
Except...
Except this bike is beautiful,
it's clean, it's well cared for.
Someone wanted us to believe that he would
leave the kickstand down in this soft sand,
so it would just fall over in the rocks.
Maybe if he was in a hurry. Suicides aren't in a hurry.
But people on the run are.
He wants us to call off the hunt. Nice try.
Food poisoning? That's nuts.
No, no. That doesn't mean anything.
I told you, he'll show up.
Hung over, tail between his legs.
Everything's gonna be all right, baby.
I love you.
Poor kid. How's she handling it?
Not good. I want you to go over there, you know, check on her.
And while you're there, maybe check on his books.
See if there's something we can do.
Tommy... Just do it.
So far, Josh hasn't accessed his credit cards or his ATM.
He might not have to. A lot of cash in the restaurant business.
You put a trace on his cell phone?
The last time he used it was Monday night.
He got a call from a pay phone downtown around 9:00.
Hour later he made two calls to the critic.
She was out, he didn't leave a message.
Pay phone call.
Somebody telling him about the food poisoning and the bad review?
He might've called the critic to try to talk her out of running it.
Except I can't find a bad review.
These are the notes on Apice. Let me just...
Anut ratrat. Osgood.
Enolaba. Emilbus.
That's backward talk.
"Anut ratrat. " Tuna tartar.
"Enolaba. " Abalone.
"Emilbus. " Sublime.
Sounds like she liked the grub.
Before she got food poisoning.
Even after that.
She had the whole weekend to write a bad review. She didn't.
No one told the kid.
But somebody told him she got food poisoning.
He might've had a source close to home.
Like Josh's father-in-law Tommy Onerato.
He owns a three-star restaurant, Trovo.
He has a cooking show, books.
If anyone has an inside track on food critics, Tommy would.
Food poisoning? Oh, man.
I wish Josh had called me.
Sopressata?
Thanks.
I would've talked the kid down from the ledge.
Duke, grappa.
You didn't talk to him Monday?
No. We're dark on Mondays. I ate out.
Poubelle's, Nolita's and Ludlow's.
Three meals. That's quite an appetite.
Hey, I gotta see what's out there.
Catignano, my old man's hometown.
Chin-chin.
We're on duty.
Your own brand, huh?
It's musky.
You know, we were wondering,
how do you think Josh found out that Sally Moore got sick?
Publicists, foodies. Word gets around.
Josh had the same photos on his fridge.
Including this one right here. Sally Moore.
She gets downloaded more than Paris Hilton.
You sure Josh didn't hear about the food poisoning from you?
I'm sure.
Tommy, the mayor's sister.
Table 6, VIP.
You mentioned talking Josh off the ledge.
He like that? You know, over-reacts?
Well, he shouldn't have rushed into his own place.
I mean, I put him on my show, thought it would help him out.
But he only worked for me for two years, college is four.
And now he's married to your daughter.
This table here, last Thursday.
Schulman. That's the party
that got bumped at Apice, so Sally Moore could get their table.
This looks like they got squeezed in at 8:15.
Oh, yeah. Josh had called me.
He double-booked, asked me to do him a favor.
Tommy, the new kid's an idiot.
Aldo! Aldo!
Look.
Sally Moore's reservation was booked under the name of Ed Dayton.
Now, if Josh bumped the Schulmans,
he must've known that the Dayton reservation was hers.
Maybe Josh knows Dayton
and that's who told him about the food poisoning.
I've never met Josh Mailer,
but Sally's used my name before to make reservations.
Maybe at Trovo?
Yes. We went sometime last year.
Josh used to work there. He might have remembered your name.
After you stopped vomiting, did you call Apice to complain?
No. I told Sally I spent the night at Saint Vincent's,
but other than that...
The food that made you sick, only the people at your table ate it?
It was a special.
White abalone from Santa Barbara.
Soon as the waiter mentioned it, Sally's eyes lit up.
I bet they did.
White abalone is an endangered species.
Sally said she hadn't had them since she was a kid in Santa Cruz.
A dish she couldn't refuse.
Mr. Dayton, could our medical examiner
take a look at your hospital tests?
I don't see why not. Mr. Dayton?
Excuse me.
Josh found out Sally Moore was coming.
Booted his regulars to give her his best table.
Prepared the one dish she's guaranteed to order.
And that's the one that poisons her.
Whatever they ate
was infected with a type of salmonella specific to chicken.
There's no chance it came from seafood?
Not unless it was chicken of the sea.
Look, somebody handled raw chicken before preparing the abalone.
Serves them right for eating a poor endangered bivalve.
I don't remember chicken on Apice's menu.
The abalone was earmarked for Sally Moore,
Josh would've watched over it like a mother hen,
unless it was contaminated before it got to him.
That abalone didn't just walk into his restaurant.
White abalone? Not me.
You sell those, they take away your stall.
Not even for a good customer like Josh Mailer?
His restaurant said he got all his fish from you.
I have enough customers.
You think I want to end up working out of a van like those guys?
Any van in particular?
Try Rhode Island.
Morning.
Heading back to Providence?
Just trying to make a living.
We're just checking if you ever sold fish to this guy.
Never seen him. Sorry.
Really? Because we heard you sell special fish.
You know, stuff like cobia, abalone?
You ever sell any white abalone?
White abalone, you kidding me? That's way too hot.
Yeah?
Smells musky.
That's grappa, right?
You keep a bottle of it in here?
Takes the bite out of the morning.
I'll bet it does.
This is Tommy Onerato's home brew.
Was he here last week, buying some white abalone?
Tommy who?
Tell you what, we're taking a bite out of your morning.
We're impounding your van on suspicion of selling contraband fish.
Sit on him till DEC gets here.
So maybe Tommy Onerato bought the abalone for Josh and poisoned it.
I guess he's not as fond of his son-in-law as he wanted us to believe.
We're in a tough business.
Let's not fault Josh for failing to handle the pressure,
or ourselves for failing to see the warning signs.
But as for the future, I think you all know my partner Duke.
Folks, we've looked at keeping Apice alive, but without Josh...
Tommy has promised Beatrice he'll find all of you work,
either at Trovo, or one of our sister restaurants.
And let's toast Josh.
A good man, and a great chef.
Here, here.
To Josh. To Josh.
It's the holidays, I get lots of gifts.
No, see, this gift had Tommy Onerato's fingerprints on it.
So one more time, Freddy, did you sell him white abalone?
My client's invoking his right against self-incrimination.
For selling endangered shellfish?
Solve your murder case without him. He's invoking.
Say Tommy did poison the abalone,
it's a lot of work just to submarine his son-in-law's restaurant.
Yeah, the son-in-law nobody's heard from in over a week.
You know, this bike, it's making less sense
that he would've left it this way.
But Tommy...
Tommy's not a man of half measures,
what if he went the whole way?
He killed Josh and the critic.
The critic was kicked to death with Josh's boots.
Well, Tommy could've taken the boots off of Josh's body.
After Beatrice went to work, could've went to Josh's place,
left the wedding ring, and then junked the bike.
All in one night? His alibi?
Dinners at three restaurants. The call to Josh Monday night
was made from a pay phone midway
between two of those restaurants.
That's a lot for one man to do.
His motive would have to be profound.
Could be money. I'll pull the financials.
You read. I'll watch.
And for his Easter appetizer,
our guest chef, Josh, has chosen artichokes.
Ah! His carciofi alla romana is just about done.
Now, the leaves are just beginning to get a nice crisp texture,
which is what you want when preparing a dish like this.
And if you're worried about
your carciofi sticking to the pan like Josh's are,
then just add a little water.
Oh!
You might want to remember to put a lid on that pan.
Competitive much?
All the way to dessert.
To finish off this Valentine's Day meal,
my VSV, my very special valentine, Beatrice,
suggested her VSV crépe
filled with ripe raspberries and dark chocolate.
Just about done. And ecco!
And you know, Josh, when your VSV works in my kitchen,
we like to make things just a little hotter by adding a little VSOP.
And that creates a dessert that captures all your senses.
Every time Josh gets approval from the audience,
Tommy tries to undermine him.
He's threatened by his star student.
Not financially.
Apice was deep in the red, while Trovo was booming.
Well, maybe the territory that Josh and Tommy were fighting over
was not the food.
Beatrice's shift starts in five hours.
Well, I'll get some sleep.
The trick to a really good osso buco
is to separate the meat from the bone before you cook them.
Apice couldn't go on without Josh. It's been two weeks.
It's probably better if I just assume the worst.
Well, your father swallowed up Apice with hardly a burp.
Tommy was very fond of Josh.
You could've fooled us.
We watched tapes of your dad's cooking show when Josh was a guest.
It looked like two cooks was one too many in that kitchen.
To get to where Dad's gotten, you need an alpha personality.
In the past, my lovers have found that intimidating.
Alpha personalities, they demand loyalty.
It sounds like your father felt betrayed
that Josh opened his own restaurant.
He said Josh rushed into it before he was ready.
Well, maybe he was right.
As it turns out, it seems like all the pressure was too much for him.
Is that why he asked your dad for help?
Oh, he didn't tell you?
The white abalone he served Sally Moore, the dish that made her sick,
your dad got it for him.
That's not possible.
Beatrice, Josh didn't crack under pressure.
We think your dad spiked the abalone. He set Josh up.
You're tearing the dough.
No one would believe a story like that.
The way she was making googly eyes at you,
I thought you were gonna get through to her.
She probably does that with most men.
The way she sexualized the story,
bringing up old lovers, it's almost a reflex.
This plate look new to you?
There's hardly a scratch on it.
And the blade,
on the cutting side, it should be worn down from hitting the bone.
No, this has all been replaced a couple of weeks ago.
It was here, right here, where his daughter makes her pastry.
He butchered his son-in-law.
Blood? You're looking for blood in a kitchen?
Why don't you just circle the spots without any blood, it'll save you time.
Those are my knives! I need those!
So do we.
Tommy, why don't you take a walk? I'll deal with this.
Why don't you?
All right, come on everybody, you can finish eating in the dining room.
Excuse me, should we cancel reservations?
Probably.
What is all this?
Tommy's experiments.
Those are soy dishes. Soy brülée,
tofu cheesecake, tofu parmesan...
And the guinea pigs, the staff?
For the past month.
Only Beatrice had the nerve to say it was bad.
That sounds out of character for her.
Things always been tense between them, even before Josh disappeared?
I know Beatrice wasn't happy about her new hours.
Tommy changed her shift?
Three weeks ago, from 10:00 a. m. To 4:00.
She said she never got to see Josh.
Maybe you should start making those cancellation calls now.
New shift. New food.
Something happened three weeks ago that set this all in motion.
I guess we start checking everybody's schedules.
Yes, Josh and Beatrice had an appointment with me three weeks ago.
But, no, I will not discuss my patients' health.
Unless you're giving men Pap smears,
Josh wouldn't be considered a patient.
Actually, many couples come in together for genetic screening.
If they're planning to start a family, it's the prudent thing to do
before the wife goes off the pill.
Well, I can't comment on that.
No, but did you comment to Tommy?
Your secretary told us you're a regular at Trovo.
I have known the family for over 10 years,
from when Beatrice's mother was alive.
Tommy treats me like a king.
Well, then you must've been bursting to tell him about Beatrice and Josh.
Well, I may have called him Grandpa.
Three weeks ago?
Sure, okay.
Tell her I'll be right there.
I love this job.
One more thing.
Soy, tofu, some people think that it causes infertility.
What do you think?
A new old wives' tale. Excuse me.
Tommy thought Beatrice was trying to get pregnant,
he should've been happy.
Instead he tried to sabotage her,
by changing her hours, feeding her soy.
And I can only think of one reason why a father would do that.
Unfortunately, so can I.
I was worried you wouldn't come back. After those cops...
I was thinking of Josh.
I was thinking of you, not knowing, not having closure.
It's been two weeks.
Maybe we should have a ritual.
Would you like that, baby?
Yes, I would.
All things must end.
What are you saying?
Tommy's kitchen lit up with blood,
none of it a match for Josh Mailer.
Between his dinners, killing Ms. Moore
and his daughter showing up at 4:00 a. m.,
I don't see how Mr. Onerato even had the time to butcher his son-in-law.
Half an hour.
The chef that I talked to said
that's what he'd need to dress a human.
And then another hour to grind the meat and bones.
Tommy had time. And motive.
Sexual jealousy?
If he did have an incestuous relationship with his daughter,
why wasn't his rage provoked when she married?
Well, that didn't stop her from being his sexualized little girl.
But motherhood would.
This relationship's all speculation until someone confirms it.
What about her mother or siblings?
No siblings. Mother died when Beatrice was 12.
It was just her and Tommy.
She made the blotter in Connecticut,
when she was 15 for shoplifting.
Gave a home address in Redding.
Mr. And Mrs. Duke Caldwell.
Tommy's wife tried to hold him in check, but after she died...
He acted out a little.
Beatrice needed parenting, we took her in.
The shoplifting, bad as it got, or tip of the iceberg?
She was 15, going on 30, going on 5.
I mean, one minute she was crying like a child,
the next she's trying to seduce Duke.
My wife exaggerates.
My husband enables.
Maybe we should've let Beatrice stay,
but she was a terrible influence on our daughter.
Are you late for something?
Lawyers. Trovo business.
So when you come to your senses about Tommy, we'll get the cutting board,
the knives, everything back, right?
Oh. Yeah. Good as new.
Thanks.
That's not an act.
My husband really thinks Tommy's innocent.
We're more interested in what you know about Tommy and Beatrice.
You described an over-sexualized 15-year-old.
Do you think that she was abused by her father?
Well, I can't be sure, but...
Tommy wants something, he can't stop himself.
Even his best friend's wife?
Please. This is a chance to help Beatrice now.
Tommy can be dangerous and fun.
His appetites... He has no control.
Well, that's why I moved us up to Connecticut.
He just let go?
No, not quite.
He threw a party for us at Trovo, got Duke dead drunk,
and after everyone left,
he threw me down on the counter, face down...
To humiliate you, before letting you go.
He's one of these guys you just don't say no to.
Not even Beatrice.
Not even now, I'm afraid.
Even now.
The abuse, do you think that their relationship has continued?
Duke said that poor girl's moving back in with Tommy.
Right back to where she was before she married Josh.
There's too many memories here.
I see Josh everywhere I look.
Aren't there a lot of memories at your father's loft?
You know, it would be hard to stay here,
'cause, you know, you were gonna start a family and...
We weren't going to have children.
You went to your gynecologist together.
Josh was too immature. A child would've been too much.
I just have to be a big girl and move on.
Uh...
Move on. You mean, living with your father,
what you did before you met Josh?
I won't be living with him.
He's giving me his loft.
He's moving in above the restaurant.
Now, if you don't mind, I should really be getting ready for work.
Late start, isn't it?
I'm not the pastry chef anymore. I work up front now.
That's quite a change, from sad-eyed widow to queen for a day.
The lawyer meeting that Duke was going to,
maybe that was the coronation.
Minskoff. Julie needs a table for six at 8:30.
We can bump Table 11, they're tourists. Yeah.
We don't bump people anymore.
Tell Julie 9:45 or nothing.
Julie, I'm swamped, I'm so sorry. I don't have any...
Damn it!
Daddy.
Give me your hand.
This won't hurt a bit.
Remember the first time you told me that?
As of yesterday, Tommy's shares in his restaurants, cooking show
and real estate were transferred to Beatrice.
She's the owner of Trovo now, right down to the last macaroni.
Tommy works for her.
She's blackmailing him.
Ten years' worth of sexual abuse.
That girl's got a lot of leverage on her dad.
Without witnesses, it's "he said, she said. "
Tommy doesn't seem to be the type to be so easily intimidated.
Well, he isn't. She has something else on him.
Murder evidence. That'd scare him.
Playing chicken with a double-murderer,
not the smartest thing to do.
We better put an end to this
before we have a third murder on our hands.
The grinder that we took from Trovo's kitchen.
There was a lab report about abrasions.
"Analysis of the grinding mechanism revealed recent abrasions
"of unknown origin, containing traces of titanium,
"and not likely caused by bones or other organic materials. "
Under the table, Josh's right leg.
Some kind of metal brace attached to it.
Yeah, it's from a compound leg fracture.
He had screws in his leg.
Those would jam a kitchen grinder.
If they were still in there the next morning
when Beatrice showed up for work,
she might've kept them.
And only realized later where they came from.
Surgical screws. This is what she had on her father.
The numbers on those screws can be traced back
to the patient who had them.
We need to find out the hospital that treated Josh.
I don't suppose we can just ask Beatrice to turn over this evidence.
This is the most leverage that she's ever had on him.
We need to convince her that it's worthless.
You can put the saw on that table.
I have your knives... Oh, you switched the knife rack.
Smart detective.
It's a little tight over here.
Is this a permanent situation?
Until my gypsy heart tells me otherwise.
I don't know, Tommy,
hacking up birds, that kind of prep work...
You know, I used to do that kind of thing when I was a kid.
I worked at a restaurant over the summer.
Steamy.
Hey, was this Beatrice's idea,
you know, now that she's the boss?
Now what the hell gave you that idea?
You transferred your shares to her.
I'm still the head chef here.
I'm still the reason we're booked three months in advance.
Well, people come to the place because of your name.
And Beatrice is the one that decides,
you know, who gets the best table now.
I guess that's because she's the ringmaster now, right?
I thought she should keep busy, and not dwell on Josh.
Actually, we heard she found another way to fill her lonely hours.
Duke is a nice older man,
a father figure for Beatrice to turn to in her time of need.
Duke and my daughter?
That is a boundary he would not dare cross.
Even after you threw that party for him and his wife?
Is this the table you bent her over?
Come on. You can't blame old Duke,
but Beatrice, now that's another story.
Speaking of the lady of the house...
What's going on?
We're just returning the things we took.
Oh, I forgot something. Sorry, the grinder.
Excuse me.
We were admiring your father's new position.
Hardly room to boil an egg.
In the old days,
Dad could whip up a five-course meal on a hot plate.
Not that we'll be taxing his talents too much anymore.
You know, I'm just curious,
your husband, did he ever have a motorcycle accident,
you know, maybe break his leg?
Yes. Before we met.
Did he have any pins or screws in his leg?
Yeah. He did.
He was always in a lot of pain when the temperature dropped.
Why do you ask?
Our lab found nicks in the mechanism here, you know,
new ones, titanium residue. Anyway, it's all scientific.
They might've been caused by surgical screws
getting caught in the machine,
when Josh's bones were being ground up.
That's an insane thought.
Still, you know, we have to ask.
So did you happen to find any little screws
when you came into work Tuesday morning?
If I did, that would mean that my father killed Josh, wouldn't it?
It sure would.
I didn't find anything. But it's a big kitchen.
They might still show up if he was really killed here.
Well, if somebody did find the screws,
it would be hard to prove that they were Josh's.
Josh told me once that they had numbers on them.
That's true. If there's ever a recall,
they need a way to trace them.
Except Josh's hospital had a computer meltdown,
and the record of those numbers is gone.
Even if we had the screws, there's no way to prove they came from Josh.
In other words, whoever killed Josh caught a lucky break.
Look, we know it's hard for you to hear.
You didn't finish cutting up your ducks.
Aldo can finish cutting the ducks.
You've upset my daughter enough.
It's time for you to leave.
She doesn't look upset, so much as scared. Scared of you.
You weren't scared five minutes ago.
Is it because you felt protected?
You have something on him, don't you?
She doesn't have anything.
The screws, you found them.
You used those screws against him,
to strip him of the power that he has over you.
I gave her the responsibility to help her deal with the grief.
It was a mistake and now it's over.
How are you going to protect yourself from him now?
She doesn't have anything to fear from me.
When you told him that you found the screws,
how did he explain killing Josh?
Beatrice, go upstairs, I'll deal with them.
Did he say it was self-defense?
Did he say Josh was so enraged by your father's prank,
that after killing Sally Moore, Josh came after him?
That your dad had no choice.
No, that's the story that you would want to believe.
But that's not the real reason that he killed Josh.
It's the same reason he drove away your other lovers,
so that he wouldn't lose his special little girl.
We know what he did to you, Beatrice, we know about the abuse.
There is no such thing. These people are monsters.
Tell them, Beatrice.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You can't deny it.
And you can't admit it, so what? So you just go numb?
Well, that's not a safe place anymore.
Beatrice, your father is an ogre,
he consumes everything, his friends, wives, Josh...
These are all lies!
He can't help himself!
He will destroy the promise of your future happiness.
A child that you want for your own, your own child.
He will take that from you to keep from losing you.
Your doctor told him you and Josh were trying to start a family.
So he tried to stop you from getting pregnant,
by feeding you soy, by changing your hours, so you couldn't see Josh...
These are fairy tales.
And then he realized a better way to do it,
to keep you and Josh apart forever,
by making Josh look like a murderer, and then killing him.
That's absurd!
Oh, Daddy, how could you?
We just wanted a baby.
What would you want with a baby?
Kids just ruin everything. I could've told you that.
Oh, there it is.
That's the truth.
It was never about love.
Now the truth is the only thing that can protect you now.
Beatrice, the screws, where are they?
But you said that...
Where'd you put them?
I'm all you've got, baby.
It's not going to prove anything. You can't trace them.
Well, look what I found, a copy of the hospital record.
The numbers match.
Honey...
You're under arrest.
Honey, look what you've done! Now you don't have anybody!
No one will want you after they know.
You've ruined yourself.
How could you do this to me?
How could you do it?
Gluttony. Now I know why it made the short list of deadly sins.