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.
Come on. It's just for one night.
It's a thousand dollars and no sex.
You just take 'em to the club
show 'em the town.
I've never done this.
And Dale and I
are starting a new life.
We're getting married.
So, use the money for your honeymoon.
What do you think?
Two big shots
two men of means want you to show them the town?
They're really nice, guys
I promise. Okay?
Tomorrow we meet here
and then we hook up with the guys
at the hotel, okay?
Okay. I'll see you.
I don't like her.
She's doing us a favor.
Yeah, but we don't need to get married right now.
We can wait till we're totally clean and we got jobs.
People who feel the way we feel about each other
should be married.
Dale...
I'm gonna go do this thing with Becky...
and it'll be fine.
[siren wails in distance]
Lois, will you have some?
She's not drinking, Billy.
What, she's on the wagon?
No, I just never have been much of a drinker.
Stupid me. I know what she needs.
No, no, I don't.
Not anymore.
We're going out, anyways, to dinner, right?
[phone ringing]
Sorry, I forgot to turn it off.
Yep?
Here, it's Dale.
Hi, baby.
They're creepy.
Like a couple of ex-cons in brand-new suits.
One of them still got a tag
from the Designer Wearhouse still stuck on his sleeve.
Um, I don't have a good feeling about this.
Can you come get me?
With what? I spent it.
-I tried. -She won't even answer the phone.
Can't you just walk out?
All right, um... uh... I'll be there.
Just don't leave, okay?
I really have to borrow this money.
I loaned you money, your mother would kill me.
She won't even know.
Cab fare, 20 bucks, please?
Cab fare?
I swear to God.
Come on. They want to go to dinner already.
I wanted to fix my hair.
Well, you look good.
[screaming]
BILLY: Grab her feet! Grab her feet!
[crying]
Last guest was a Belgian diplomat.
Four days ago.
Jives with the decomposition.
Jacket button.
Strangulation marks, big ones.
Belt probably.
They stuffed her in the box spring
and put the mattress over her.
Defensive wounds on the hands.
Looks like she fought the good fight.
Track marks.
She might be in the system for a dope pop.
Check out her fingers.
Her prints were burned off
with acid.
Poor woman.
A broken toe.
Maybe from kicking the perp.
What is that?
A fish scale.
Great.
She was attacked by a shark.
No, sharks don't have scales.
[sighs]
MAN: This is ridiculous.
I've never seen this woman.
Your consulate said you had an apartment in town
so why rent a hotel room?
My wife and I have an arrangement.
In any event, I left the hotel at 11:00.
What kind of an arrangement with your wife?
None of your business.
What happened in Bangkok?
Bangkok?
That's another thing your consulate told us.
You were transferred
after spending nine months in Bangkok.
I'm a Belgian citizen employed by the Belgian Consulate.
I have diplomatic status.
You can talk to our lawyers.
Good-bye.
[car engine starts]
GOREN: The arrangement he has with his wife
is he gets to be a bad boy once a month
but then he has to tell her what he did.
Oh, those wacky Belgians.
She confirm what time he got home?
11:00.
We faxed the police in Bangkok
to get a line on his twist.
Any luck getting a line on the Jane Doe?
Her bridgework has serial numbers
meaning prison issue
but it doesn't match anything in our system.
So she was in a facility out of state.
Start sending the serial numbersaround. What else?
Sawdust and fish scales in her stockings.
Might have been in a fish market.
You want to canvass fish markets, be my guest.
You run a tox report?
Track marks on her arm were old, but she
tested positive for crack.
Very small concentration.
M.E. thinks she hadn't used in at least a couple of weeks.
She also tested positive for lithium.
It might have been for depression.
What's so depressing about being a crack whore?
Pregnant crack whore. Eight weeks.
Could be why she went off the dope.
To clean up.
This diplomat-- we got any idea
where he might with our victim?
No. We're checking his credit card receipts.
Good. Put him together with herThursday night, we got him.
MAN: I don't know her.
But this guy-- he was here Thursday night.
Big mouth Belgian.
Comes in once a month.
Gets a snootful, starts bragging about how many women he's had.
He leave with anybody?
Brunette named Becky.
A pro, comes in a couple times a month.
They left around 8:00.
How do we find Becky?
Sorry, I'm not a close personal friend.
But try him.
How are you doing?
We're looking for a girl named Becky.
Oh, I'm just here to meet a business associate.
This your money?
Yes.
Paying cash so the wife doesn't catch it
on the credit card bill?
Wife?
The one that gave you the ring that left
a tan line on your finger.
We're not here to bust you.
We just need to find Becky.
I haven't seen her for a couple of months.
I don't have her number.
Does she have a favorite hotel?
No. We go in my car.
I find a spot, then drop her off.
Where?
Near the Seaport, there's some bars.
Thank you.
Enjoy your evening.
The sawdust and fish scales on our girl's feet?
Shannon's Bar.
The guys from The Fulton Fish Market go there after work.
MAN: Becky?
She was here last Thursday.
With a little girl named Lois.
Lois?
Yeah.
Geez, mate.
What did they do to her?
That's what we want to talk to Becky about.
Oh.
Becky's Jack Daniels straight upand a good time.
That's all I know about her.
And Lois?
Well, she was just here
twice with Becky on that Thursday.
And the night before, she had a fellow with her.
A Belgian guy?
No.
Not him.
Somebody more like her.
You know, scruffy sort.
So, Thursday, what time were Becky and Lois in here?
Uh, first Lois was here for a bit.
Then Becky dropped by
and they left together around midnight.
An hour after Mr. Belgian went home to his Mrs.
You could have made it 21 grand.
20 grand's going to be hard splitting three ways.
Are you complaining?
No.
Sorry.
This concludes our business.
Oh, you're not going to come watch me dance no more?
No.
I don't know you.
You don't know me.
Remind your friends.
You do remember everything I told you.
Anywhere. Anytime.
Our Belgian friend picks up Becky at 8:00
takes her to the hotel.
At 11:00, he goes home.
Becky keeps the hotel room.
She picks up Lois
at Shannon's Bar at 12:00.
They head back to the hotel
to turn over some extra business.
And one of the johns gets too frisky.
Or Becky and Lois got in a fightover money.
We got an answer back from Florida
on Lois' dental work.
She's one of theirs.
Lois Romney, 36, two years for possession.
Went to Beauty School in prison.
Here, she did 90 days at Rikers
last year for shoplifting.
You got a last known in there?
EAMES: Not your usual
junkie hellhole.
She was making an effort.
Someone's been through here, took down some photos.
A pair of men's shoes.
Paycheck stubs from a beauty salon.
Last one's from six months ago.
Look at these.
Sterling silver.
"Lance Van Acker.
"First Place, Westfield Horse Show
June 20, 1960."
The Van Ackers.
Shipping, airlines.
Oh,those Van Ackers.
Oh, Mrs. Van Acker
these detectives have been waiting to talk to you.
Yes. About what?
I'm Detective Eames.
This is Detective Goren.
Yes.
During the course of investigation
we found what seemed to be some pieces of silver
belonging to your family.
This plate has an inscription on it.
Yes. To my father.
Good Lord, I didn't know they were missing.
They were in the summer house.
Where did you find these?
In the home of a woman
who was murdered.
Has this woman ever worked for you?
Her name was Lois Romney.
Dear God.
It looks like...
Yes, it's her.
It's my son's fiancée.
She was pregnant? I didn't know.
I haven't talked to my son in months.
God, I hope he's all right.
Not talking-- your choice or his?
Dale knew he had
to meet certain conditions
before I had any contact with him.
What conditions?
His involvement with drugs had to stop.
Yeah, what about his involvement with Lois Romney?
He knew I didn't approve.
As long as he was with her, he'd get nothing from me.
Nothing, as in money?
I had to be strict.
It was all her fault, really.
Dale spent 15 years in and out of rehab.
He'd been off drugs for six months.
I really thought he was going to make it.
Then that woman came along
and he "picked up," as they say.
Is this him?
Yes.
He was very athletic when he was young.
Priscilla, we should... Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't realize we had guests.
They're detectives.
Dale's friend, Lois, has been found dead.
Murdered, in a hotel room.
Oh, God.
How's Dale taking it?
We won't know until we find him.
My husband still speaks
to him from time to time.
But it's been a few weeks.
He ever mention a woman named Becky?
No. No, our conversations weren't about his friends.
He'd be your stepson, is that right?
Does it show?
Yeah.
Uh, would you mind if we borrowed a photo?
No, you can take that oneif you like, but I want it back.
We should dress.
We'll be late.
Oh, yes.
It's my husband's Andover reunion at the Yale Club.
He thinks George W.'s coming.
You wouldn't want to get stuck in traffic.
EAMES: Sonny gets rid of the girlfriend
and he can get back on the gravy train.
Being pregnant, she wouldn't want to go easy.
Excuse me?
Have you seen Mrs. Van Acker's son
lately, Dale?
Last Thursday night, around 1:30.
Uh, did he go upstairs?
No. He knows better.
I let him use the phone here to talk to his girlfriend.
Then he needed money for a cab.
You're a nice guy. You helped him out.
I slipped him a 20.
I'm not supposed to because of his drugs
but I made sure he really took a cab.
BECKY: I got a ride. Billy's coming.
WOMAN: Okay, see you tomorrow.
Too late, show's over.
[screams]
[wailing]
[sobbing]
You're full of it.
You and the other two.
I want you out of town.
[sobbing]
These detectives showed me a picture of man
that lives in the neighborhood
and I thought he looked like the guy
you had a problem with a few days ago.
That's him, the bum.
He has no money for his laundry
so he goes out and comes back with a steel pipe
and starts whacking my change machines.
So, I chased him away.
He ran off toward Coleman Park, near the bridge.
He leave his clothes behind?
Yeah, I keep them for the Goodwill.
Ugh...
Should I ask?
It's sewer grease.
Looks like our boy's been climbing down manholes.
He likes caves, along with all the other rats.
The tunnels under the bridge.
You get to them through the manholes near the park.
It took you long enough.
I'm catching a cold out here.
I had to take the train from Brooklyn.
I'm living in a motel, you know.
Janice won't take me back.
Wh-Where's Billy?
He got a job cooking on a yacht.
We're getting out of town.
Here.
Six grand.
Wh-What happened to your face?
Are you listening to me?
We all got to get out of town.
Well, what do you mean?
The-The cops know?
It ain't the cops you ought to be worrying about.
Well... then I'm going to need more money than this.
You should call your friend.
Ain't going to happen, you moron.
If the cops know, then we got a real problem.
Okay, there ain't no "we" anymore, okay, Larry?
There is me and Billy and there is you.
So if you were smart
you would now listen to what I said.
[indistinct voices]
No.
Too short.
Surveillance is my strong suit.
[chuckles]
GOREN: Oh, that's the nicest lamp we've seen.
You ever think what it's like living down there?
With what one bedrooms are going for, I've considered it.
My butt is getting cold.
That's him.
A water run.
Suspect approaching with two water bottles.
Get off me.
I didn't do anything.
Sure, you did.
You're under arrest for littering.
DALE: I called Becky the next day, and she said
she sent Lois home with a lot of money.
But she never showed up.
EAMES: Why didn't you wait for her, instead of running away?
I didn't like being in the apartment without Lois.
You could have reported her missing.
Cops don't care about junkies.
They do when your name's Van Acker.
And get my mother involved?
Did you try to find Becky?
I-I don't know very much about her.
She just came up to us at a bar one day
and started talking to us.
It's not making sense, Dale.
Please, I-I don't know what happened to Lois.
[sniffles]
Oh, God.
Bunny, my bunny.
This is a picture oftwo dead people, Dale.
Lois and the baby inside her.
Is it your baby?
Yes.
We think Becky and the two guys that you mentioned--
the ones with the store tags on their suits--
we think they killed Lois.
But we can't figure out why.
Maybe someone put them up to it.
No, there was no reason.
Your mother gave us a good one.
She wouldn't give you any moneyunless you got rid of Lois.
Maybe Lois wouldn't go easy.
Why would she?
She's carrying a Van Acker.
That's worth, what? 50, 60 million?
Money wasn't important to Lois.
It's important to you. You got a habit to feed.
I-I didn't kill Lois.
I loved her.
We were going to get clean and get married.
And raise a family on a junkie's salary?
Well, I thought Mom would come around in time.
Right, so you told her you were coming to get her
and that's why you borrowed the cab fare.
Yes.
So, you went to the hotel
and you found out what room she was in.
No, I...
I forgot the name.
Of the hotel?
[sighs]
So, what'd you do, if you didn't go to the hotel?
You bought some dope
and you got high.
Is that what you did?
Yes.
Because you felt bad
about having Lois killed?
No.
for her. You had feelings
Maybe you wanted to go on seeing her on the side
without Mom knowing.
But she went and got pregnant.
And you had to do what you had to do.
[door opens]
Well, isn't this cozy?
Dale, your mother hired me
to represent you on this littering charge.
Now, if we can get a little privacy?
All those in favor of"He's our guy," raise your hand.
Oh, that's good.
Well, I'm voting he did it.
Pile whatever you need on top of the littering.
He's not getting out without some serious bail.
EAMES: if you could tell us if it's one of yours?
Well, it sure looks like it.
This is worsted wool, and that would be over here.
Was the murdered body wearing the jacket?
Are you looking for a promotional angle?
Why, was it somebody famous?
No.
Janice, these detectives
are working a big murder case.
They're asking if this off one of our jackets.
I'm thinking worsted wool
with checks-- we had one of those left
a couple of weeks ago.
Yeah, well, um, I-I don't recognize it.
Do you mind looking it up in your records?
I don't know what good that would do.
Is it-is it in here?
Y-yeah, I'll look.
What about these tags?
I-I'm getting there. I'm getting there.
Are you getting any closer
to catching the murderer?
Getting closer by the minute.
I don't see anything in here.
What about this batch?
I don't have to look.
It's my husband.
Housekeeping. Ready or not.
Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?!
What's going on?! I didn't do anything!
Shut up, Larry
you're under arrest for murder.
B-but-But I'm innocent... Let's go settle your bill.
I'm innocent of everything.
Ah! Ah! What's wrong with your leg?
Nothing, nothing, it's fine, it's fine.
Where'd you get this?
[screaming] Tripping over Lois Romney's big toe?
I don't know what you're talking about.
This is a big...
Ah! It's a big mistake.
The mistake was pissing off your wife.
- We talked to her already. - My wife?
Oh-- Ah!
Ah! Listen, all I did was the hold her feet.
Uh, uh, Billy and Becky did the murder.
Last names, Larry.
[screaming]
Bec-Becky Stark, she's a stripper.
B-Billy's just Billy.
Where are they?
They're on a yacht.
Ow!
No, no, Billy got a good job cooking.
He's a pretty good chef.
They said they were going to... to Tortola!
[groaning]
[buzzer]
I-I can't sleep, it's so noisy.
I can't eat the food...
Why haven't you paid the bail?
I'm not ready to have you home yet.
I don't want to go home.
I don't want to be
in the same house with you.
I want to get back
into rehab.
I've been clean two days on my own now.
Please, Mother
I hate this place.
I know, but...
I've put some money
in your account here.
Don't give me money.
You can use it to put your mind at ease.
This is no place to detox.
When you do get home
Mother will help you get clean.
BILLY: Becky knows the guy
who hired us, I don't.
I swear-- look, she met him at the strip club.
I got to get some sleep.
He hasn't slept since you flew him and his girlfriend
back from Tortola.
Just a few more more minutes.
Becky must've said something about him.
She said he was hooked up to the government...
Some kind of bad-ass secret agent.
She was scared to tell me anything.
That's all I know.
It was Larry.
It was at a party and we were all high.
Lois mouthed off and Larry went nuts.
He said that you all got 20 grand.
You and Billy had about 12 on you when you were busted.
Larry's lying.
We saved that money.
You saved the money?
Yeah, we work... pay taxes.
[chuckles]
Um...
[chuckles]
She's hilarious.
What's that on your face near your eye?
Nothing.
It's a shiner, isn't it?
I ran into a door.
Someone slapped you around pretty good.
I'm betting it wasn't Billy.
It was the guy that hired you.
[choking back sobs]
You're scared of him.
You're facing the death penalty.
That means you die.
Yeah, right.
Guys like him push a button
and you're dead no matter what.
Bad-ass secret agent or not, she's afraid of him.
We're not going to budge her.
You looked at her sheet?
Maybe her secret agent man's in there.
Whew! Little girl's been busy.
Been hustling since she was 15.
Billy's no slouch either.
He learned to cook while he was doing three years
for attempted robbery.
You got to wonder
why would anyone with a yacht hire him?
Well, you're going to find out, aren't you?
MAN: Unbelievable chaos.
Cops running all over the ship at the crack of dawn
and worst of all, now I have to find a new cook.
How'd you end up
with a four-star weasel like Bill Coffey?
On a recommendation.
From whom?
A classmate.
A floor-mate, actually, from my prep school.
Jameson is the last person I would expect
to actuallyknow somebody.
How's that?
He's a jarhead.
A real G. Gordon Liddy type
always bragging about covert operations.
I tried my best to avoid him at the reunion.
Obviously, I didn't try hard enough.
Class reunion.
George W. show up?
As a matter of fact, he did.
Mr. Jameson?
Carl Ralston sends his regards.
What's this?
You're under arrest for the murder of Lois Romney.
[scoffing]: What, are you serious?
You don't see us wearing clown shoes, do you?
Anderson, call my wife!
On the one hand, you told the detectives
you didn't know Becky-- on the other...
you recommended her boyfriend for a job.
You're operating under a misapprehension of the facts.
Roger...
Holden, I've been interrogated by experts.
I've got the scars on my genitals to prove it.
They asked me
if Dale had ever mentioned Beckyto me.
He hadn't-- I didn't know they'd become friends.
Um, now you're saying you know her.
In my former profession, I developed contacts
across all stratas of society, I still do.
Now Becky might've sought Dale out after meeting me.
Maybe she had her eye on his trust fund.
Maybe she decided to get Lois out of the way.
You'd have to ask her.
We asked her accomplice.
He said, and I quote
"Some bad-ass secret agent" was behind this.
And so far, Mr. Jameson, you are
talking the talk.
My client is a career military man.
He has no money of his own, no discretionary income.
So the idea that he gave anyone $20,000
is ridiculous.
Other than that
he's invoking his right
to remain silent.
PRISCILLA: It's incredible.
First my son, and now my husband.
You people are all over the map.
We're pretty good at reading maps, Mrs. Van Acker.
I checked your son's status.
His bail hasn't been paid.
Do you have children, Detective?
No.
When you do, you'll understand
that a mother's love
isn't all about cookies and kissing their boo-boos.
Priscilla Van Acker.
Assistant District Attorney Carver.
Thank you so much for coming.
I didn't have much choice.
You've stripped me of my family.
I can't believe Roger had anything to do
with killing that girl.
He doesn't seem to have a motive.
Maybe to help your son.
And why would he do that?
[sighs]
It never occurred to me.
What's that, Mrs. Van Acker?
If... Roger knew the girl was pregnant...
There's a codicil in my late husband's will
that excludes Roger from any part of my estate
if Dale has an heir.
It cuts him off entirely.
I'm older than my husband and not in the best of health.
I hate to say this, but...
maybe he was thinking ahead.
MAN: Docket number 396015, People v. Dale Van Acker.
Is there an application from the People?
Yes, Your Honor.
The people move to withdraw
all charges against Mr. Van Acker.
So ordered.
Next up.
MAN: Docket number 396151
People v. Roger Lucas Jameson.
Murder in the first degree
conspiracy in the first degree.
JUDGE: How do you plead?
Not guilty.
People on bail?
CARVER: Remand, Your Honor.
Your Honor, my client was a military officer.
He has ties to the community.
Too many communities, Your Honor.
Mr. Jameson has homes in four countries
one of which
has no extradition treaty with us.
He is a flight risk.
I agree.
Bail is denied.
MAN: Docket number 396016...
Heartwarming, isn't it?
You gave her a choice
and she chose to send hubby to jail.
Well, she got what she wanted all along.
Are you suggesting what I think you are?
If you want to get to her
first close the noose on Jameson.
Prove the $20,000 payoff came from him.
ROGER: Caldicott says they found out
about the codicil.
How in God's name did they know?
I'd even forgotten about it.
Every day they show up with a new warrant.
They've taken every scrap of paper.
They were bound to find out.
But it doesn't matter.
Priscilla... they now have a motive
they can only ascribe to me.
There's nothing to worry about
as long as that stripper of yours keeps her mouth shut.
I told you, Roger
I've forgiven you your little indiscretion.
Now, I know you're going to get out of here soon.
In the meantime, make the best of it.
And remember... I do love you.
MARTELL: These people were just
living off the interest on their tax-free munis.
Two million a year net.
Practically hand-to-mouth.
Well, it wasn't all caviar and champagne.
They put half a mil a year into their charity.
The Equine Rights Foundation.
Let me guess, they find homes for retired polo ponies.
I can't see where Jameson came up with the 20 grand.
He's got no money of his own
and Mrs. Van Acker was giving him
an allowance of 10 grand a month
all of which is accounted for.
Here's where he might have gotten it.
It's a letter to Jameson dated last month
asking for the breeding registration
on a four-year-old quarter horsenamed Mr. Lincoln.
He sold a horse.
To the Burgman stables.
We've been after Priscilla to sell us Mr. Lincoln
since we first saw him work outas a two-year-old.
Then Roger called and said she'ddecided to sell Mr. Lincoln
for $25,000, which was a steal.
We said hooray and wrote a checkand got our horse.
So, Mrs. Van Acker knew her husband sold the horse?
Well, I thought so.
But I ran into her at Payard.
I thanked her for Mr. Lincoln.
She said she had no idea Roger had sold him.
What did she do?
She wanted Mr. Lincoln back.
So they sold a horse.
They sell a few horses every year.
Except this time, the check was cashed at the Burgmans' bank
and there's no record thatthe cash was deposited anywhere.
Another so what?
If that's all you've got...
We traced the hundred dollar bills
that were found on Becky Stark to the Burgmans' bank.
In the trade, we call that conclusive evidence.
Now the D.A. and I hold a dim view of people
who hire other people to kill pregnant women.
So we've already agreed amongst ourselves
to seek the death penalty.
So you might start thinking
about cooperating with us.
You have your story, we have ours.
The money was given to Dale to get Lois Romney an abortion
to pay her to go away.
Now, if Dale used that money
to have Ms. Romney killed
that's his responsibility.
Can anybody verifythat you gave the money to Dale?
Ask my wife.
It was her horse.
We asked Mrs. Burgman.
Your wife told her she never agreed to sell.
In fact, she said she asked for the horse back.
CARVER: So you see, Mr. Jameson
the only fingers in the pie are yours.
One more thing... did we mention
that it was your wife that told us about the codicil--
the one about your being cut out of the inheritance?
That...
vindictive... bitch!
We are all ears.
It was her idea.
She was afraid that if Dale hada child she'd lose him forever.
I said we should just pay the girl off
but she said no...
she wanted her out of the picture permanently
and she told me what to do.
And you did it.
For her.
She was beside herself.
You have no idea...the effect that boy had on her.
CARVER: Does he know what his mother did?
ROGER: He must by now.
He's the one who told her the girl was pregnant.
Of course, if you want my client
to repeat any of this on the stand
murder one is off the table.
Your client's testimony against Mrs. Van Acker
is of no value to us
unless we can corroborate it.
If your stepson knows anything
would he talk with us?
ROGER: And send his mommy to jail?
He's an only child.
He may hate her with every bone in his body
but he can't live without her.
Uh, Mr. Jameson?
Would you like to help me with a covert operation?
How's it going?
This is good.
I tell ya, it ain't easy copying off a grocery list.
PRISCILLA: What a horrid place.
I can't believe you lived here.
Was it absolutely necessary to bring us here?
We only need Dale's help.
You're welcome to wait downstairs.
That's all right.
I've mucked out stables.
It can't be any worse than that.
Dale, please open a window.
Now what is it you want Dale's help with?
We need you to show us
where Lois kept her important papers.
Birth certificate, bankbook, things like that.
How about it, Dale?
DALE: She had a shoe box.
In the drawer in the kitchen table.
What are you looking for, precisely?
We found evidence your husband might have given Lois money.
We're trying to confirm it.
Really? How much?
$100,000.
That's impossible.
Roger doesn't have that kind of money.
We'll see.
Have a seat.
The medical examiner said
that Lois stopped using a couple of weeks...
before she was killed.
She was getting ready for the baby.
Yes.
She was a strong person.
Yes. Stronger than me.
Weren't you trying to get clean, too?
Yes.
Huh. Sounds like she brought outthe better part of you.
Yes.
How much longer is this going to take?
"Returned due to insufficient postage."
Somebody must have missed the last rate hike.
It's addressed to you, Mrs. Van Acker.
Is this your handwriting?
No, it's Lois's.
C-Can I open it?
Go ahead. It's of no consequence now.
What is it?
It's a check...
for $100,000, made out to Lois Romney
signed Roger Jameson.
That's impossible!
Is that your husband's signature?
Yes. But I can assure youI did not authorize this check.
Lois wrote you a note.
It says, "Dear Mrs. Van Acker.
"Thank you for the ch... checkbut Dale is more important to me
"than all the money you could give me.
"We're going to get married and have a beautiful baby.
"All I want to do is help Dale
"become the man he was meant to be.
"And just because he loves me
doesn't mean he'll stop loving you..."
You should read this yourself.
This woman loved you.
You know who killed her.
That's why you didn't go home after she died.
You-you couldn't...
you couldn't face the person that took Lois away from you.
Dale, let's go.
You can't let your mother get away with it...
Leave my son alone...
You don't owe her anything.
That's not true. He owes me everything.
That's why you destroyed the person that he loved?
She was destroying him.
That's what they all say.
My mother didn't like my girlfriends, either
even if she pretended to
but she didn't kill any of them
because she wanted me to be happy.
Your mother doesn't want that for you.
Dale, don't listen to this.
Listen to her.
What did she just say about Lois?
She's of no consequence?
Come on, Dale!
Be the man that Lois wanted you to be.
T-The man that Lois knew that you could be.
Dale, if you think I will ever
forgive you...
How-how could you have done that to her?
You had no right.
Dale, be quiet.
What did she do, Dale?
What did your mother do to Lois?
I told her Lois was pregnant
because I didn't want her to feel left out.
She said, "I'll take care of everything."
I thought she meant Lois and me
and the baby-- that she'd help us.
After Lois was missing, I called her and she said
"Didn't I tell you I'd take care of everything."
[handcuffs clicking]
She took 25 to life, same as the other four.
I've got to meet with Penzarella.
Thank him for his work.
You'd find this guy interesting.
I would?
He's a forger.
Specializes in letters from famous people.
Sometimes not so famous.