In New York City's war on crime
the worse criminal offenders are pursued
by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.
These are their stories.
So Brittany's, like, committed.
I mean, who knows if she's even going to show up.
That's not even the point.
Who is this guy?
All of a sudden, he's supposed to be
in Atlanta for an Elton John benefit.
He is off the V.I.P. list forever.
Lilly, I need to speak with you.
We're late, Daddy.
This article?
Dad, that's great exposure.
That's a national magazine.
Didn't you get enough exposure last summer
when you nearly ran over those people?
Yeah, by accident.
And now this... this exposé of your sex life?
Nobody takes that stuff seriously.
They do, Lilly.
It's degrading.
Well, I didn't do it to embarrass you, okay?
Let's talk about this later.
Where are you going?
Where do you think?
I don't want you going there.
Look, I know what goes on there--
that so-called friend of yours.
If he doesn't stay away from you...
Daddy, stop it.
Lilly, I mean it.
I can hurt him.
Lilly, I'm on your side.
And sometimes I wish you'd remember that.
Does it ever occur to your dad
what a supreme geek he is?
Don't say that.
Well, he is.
Well, shut up, Serena.
You need to get out of there
because that is out of control.
He was threatening me.
I was, like, oh that's great, Daddy.
Real warm and fuzzy. Love you, too.
You want me to do a Menendez on him?
Just say the word; I'm there for you.
Thank you, sweetie.
Ooh, yeah.
Hey, jerkwad!
Put it away, Eddie.
I'm sorry, man, I got this.
Listen, go tell Jimmy
I said take care of you, all right?
Try thatagain
I'm not letting you back in here.
How you ladies doing?
Great...
'cause we've only been here a half hour.
Where've you been?
Come on, I want to talk to you.
Where'd you go to?
Let's have some fun.
Johnny, what is this?
Honey, go back inside now.
Now.
That was weird.
Could you just leave me alone...
please?
Daddy?
It's me.
Are you there?
Oh... pick up.
Pick up, pick up, please.
Mr. Carlyle?
Hello?
Please get up!
I didn't mean to yell at you.
Please get up!
That's great, Dad!
Just lie there!
Please!
Daddy...
Please get up, get up!
Daddy, please don't do this.
Wharton Carlyle
son of the late Titus Carlyle
the billboard king.
What do you make of this?
Well, the guy's stabbed here
with a double-edged knife
and then he hits his head on the floor
when he falls.
Look at the indentation.
A rip in the skin--
you don't get that from hittin' the floor.
I'd look at all the oars around here.
I bet you'd find part of Carlyle's brain
on one of them.
Rowed in the Olympics in '72
in Munich.
His daughter into it?
First time I seen her.
I get here, there he is.
She's all goin' haywire.
You get much trouble with the neighborhood?
Nah, just the occasional bum.
I feel bad about this.
He was a nice guy.
Lilly Carlyle--
somebody call Dominick Dunne.
Why, you know about her?
"It girl" of the minute.
Famous for being rich and famous--
Details magazine, Vanity Fair.
Very popular, very young, very everything.
Excuse me! Are you the new detectives?
'cause I kind of need to get out of here.
She sounds like lots of fun.
Are you warm enough, Miss Carlyle?
'Cause we can get you some coffee.
No... Look, I'm sorry.
I'm just...
I'm a little bit of a wreck right now
and I need to go home.
Unfortunately, as traumatic
as this has been for you
we can't allow you to leave
until we get a better sense
of what happened here this morning.
I showed up, and I found my father dead.
Are you on drugs, Miss Carlyle?
Excuse me, what did you say?
I was wondering if you'd consent
to a drug test.
Don't answer that.
Hall, thank God.
This is terrible.
It's okay, Lilly.
Hall Richmond, I'm a friend of the family.
And a lawyer.
Lilly will be happy to answer your questions
once she's had a chance to go home and change
and compose herself.
As for a drug test, the answer's no.
Come on, Lilly.
I just got a call from the inspector
who got a call from the chief of detectives
who got a call from a lawyer named Richmond.
Here come the smoke and mirrors.
You asked to drug test this girl?
Tell me she's not a suspect.
She's a suspect.
I've seen this girl in my kid's magazines.
She's 90 pounds soaking wet.
With a nose full of cocaine, she's a 400 pound gorilla.
Still, the guy was an Olympic champion.
She could have had an accomplice.
How's that work?
Two weapons.
We found the oar that was used on the skull
wiped clean of prints
torso wounds from a dagger
presumably gathering silt
at the bottom of the Harlem River.
Okay.
I'll call this Hall Richmond
make sure he brings Miss Carlyle by for a chat.
Aren't you going to ask me if I did it?
It's irrelevant, Lilly.
Now, whatever you do you must not lie
to the police.
If there's anything I don't want you to answer
I'll let you know.
You're out of your depth so keep your mouth shut
and do what I tell you.
My dad was angry about a magazine article
and, um, we got into a fight Thursday night.
And, um, I went there to apologize
and then when I saw that he was dead, I mean...
you know, and I just started throwing things
but that's all that happened.
You drove from the West Village
all the way up to the Bronx.
Who was with you?
Nobody.
Anybody you know carry a knife?
I wouldn't associate with people
who carry weapons, now, would I?
I... I didn't know very much about you.
So, I-I pulled some articles off the computer
I went to the newsstand.
Is this one of the articles that made your father upset?
No.
How about this one?
It was this one, wasn't it?
You're very candid about your sex life
in this article.
Was your father embarrassed?
It's promotion...
for my public relations business.
Uh... last summer... you got into an...
an altercation
with a photographer?
Yeah, no, he was intruding on my privacy.
You see, people like me are always targets.
You nearly ran him over with your car.
Did your father think that's appropriate
for... people like you?
No, people like me
don't have to put up with crap like this!
Lilly...
No!
Look, I'm not doing this anymore.
We'll need the names of the people you
were with last night.
Just go to the club.
They all know me there.
If you'll excuse us.
I don't remember seeing her leave.
We were packed.
At 5:00 a.m. on a Friday morning?
5:00 a.m. any morning.
How about who she was with?
Like I said, it was a zoo.
You got security. How about you pull
the tapes from that night?
It's a loop; it's not going to help you.
You know, I read that she
did P.R. for you.
What does she do, exactly?
[ scoffs]: She's Lilly Carlyle.
Her rolodex looks like the guest list
at the MTV Awards.
She put us on the map.
Is that the reason why you're giving us
the run-around?
Come on.
Mr. Hampton--
you can alienate her, or you can alienate us.
But we can get a lot nastier than some debutante.
Talk to Serena Whitfield.
She was with her.
I don't remember anything unusual that night.
Lilly talk about her father that night?
Was she upset with him?
I don't know anything about that.
These are the police.
Tell them what they want to know.
Her dad was on her a lot.
And Lilly was, like...
she can give as good as she gets.
What was his problem with Lilly?
He didn't like her hanging out
at the Aztec.
-Why?
He didn't like the people there--
the people who ran the place.
Her dad told Lilly he knew what was going on there
and he was going to shut it down.
What was going on at the club?
Like...
Thursday night...
there was this guy getting beat up behind the club.
I don't know who he was.
Who was beating him up?
Two guys, these big guys.
Everybody says they're gangsters.
Those two were just whaling on this other guy.
John was there.
John Hampton?
Yes.
Lilly was so freaked out.
Hampton, John.
That's right.
The business address is
1-1-2 Garston.
Okay, get back to me.
Cabaret license is held by Hampton.
Same story with the liquor license.
We're not the only ones checking up on him.
Two weeks ago, Wharton Carlyle
through his non-profit foundation
called the State Liquor Authority about Hampton.
He also called the Real Estate Board
and the health department.
Well, it looks like Hampton didn't want the attention.
Last few years, Hampton ran
a couple of clubs in Tempe, Arizona.
Cited for serving alcohol to minors
fire regs, he paid his fines.
Tempe's a long way from Mott Street.
The club is connected, Captain.
The magic gut speaks.
If I'm going to talk up this mob angle upstairs
you're going to have to prove it to me first.
Excuse me, excuse me.
Whoa, this is a private lot.
Yeah, who owns it?
Sorry, officer.
It's leased, actually, by the Aztec Club.
I hope there's no problem.
We're just keeping an eye on the neighborhood.
How come?
Because we're the police.
How long you been exclusive to the club?
Couple of months.
And they make it worth your while
to keep the place deserted like this during the day?
It's an arrangement.
I mean, it works for them, it works for me.
It looks more like you're working for them.
When you made this arrangement
they threaten you?
We'll protect you.
Right. Right.
Who are the lucky stiffs
that get to park here during the day?
That's Mr. Hampton's car.
He owns the club.
That one
I don't know.
Looks like it's been here a few days.
The paper on the dash is from Thursday.
This car's been here since Thursday night?
Yeah.
Is there a problem?
You'll be the first to know.
I already told the cops at the hospital.
It was on Little West 12th and Ninth.
Four guys, one with a gun.
They jacked my van.
Next thing you know, I wake up in the emergency room.
It's so amazing you got Pete's van back.
Did you catch the guys?
Uh... no.
Mr. Samuels
did you do any work at the Aztec Club?
Never heard of the place.
We found your van in the parking lot.
Who roughed you up, Pete?
We know you're afraid.
The fact is, if you don't help us
we can't help you.
I'm not asking for help, all right?
I didn't ask you here.
We're here anyway.
I installed the audio system at the Aztec.
Were you there Thursday night?
They asked me in to adjust the subs.
As soon as I got there, they went after me
on account they heard that I took a gig
with a new place down on Ninth.
No one told me I was exclusive.
That's the other guy-- Vinny.
Him and Frank did the beat down, and, uh
Hampton just watched.
You did a good thing, Pete, thanks.
But I don't have to come back again, right?
I mean, they don't have to know it was me?
No, no, Pete, that's good.
Now's a good time to think maybe this
is going to piss them off.
Hey, Crystal, come here.
Wait...
Vincent Russo, Frank Ventura.
Kissing cousins of the Genovese's.
One second.
Why'd you lock your door?
You got somebody in here?
I was taking a nap.
Here you go, coat check and bar tabs.
We got you a new guy we want you to use for your glassware.
I already got 2,000 glasses, Vinny.
Guess what? They're all chipped.
Okay, okay.
Look, the police came by about the Carlyle murder.
I don't need that kind of heat.
Hampton...
don't go looking for trouble.
My dad never told me anything about the mob.
Why was he looking into the club's ownership
in the first place?
I don't know.
Why does it have to be about this whole mob thing?
Why can't it just be some mugger who tried to rob him?
It's going to be what it's going be.
Why do you care one way or the other?
I don't care about what happens to these guys.
I think you care what happens to John Hampton.
John isn't a mobster.
I'm sorry to give you the bad news
about the guy you've been sleeping with.
Excuse me, what?
Were you, or weren't you?
Lilly, I think you should answer the detectives truthfully.
It was a very casual thing.
But enough to worry your father.
He didn't want me going down there.
I told John that he shouldn't let
those guys in.
That it was a horrible image for the club.
And he said that he had no choice.
Did he say why?
This guy-- Vinny.
John said that the Feds
had him indicted because he chopped off a guy's hand.
A federal indictment, John Hampton said that?
Yeah.
Since when?
Okay, thanks Harry.
There's an indictment, all right.
Federal Grand Jury billed Russo for torture
and extortion four months ago.
It's not on his sheet.
They said it was sealed.
Where does a nightclub owner
find out about a sealed federal indictment?
What's it called?
Aztec?
Yes.
I never heard of it.
I can run the names of the principles
through the Bureau's database
see what comes up.
Could you?
That'd be so helpful.
What's your interest in this club?
It's in connection with a murder.
Wharton Carlyle, kind of a big shot.
Who you looking at for it?
Vincent Russo
Frank Ventura, plus a newcomer, John Hampton.
We're about to execute
search and arrest warrants.
You can't do that.
Really? Why's that?
The Aztec is a Bureau sting operation.
And John Hampton would be Agent John Hampton.
We have spent over a year putting this in place.
We're well into building a case against the Genoveses
for extortion, racketeering, money laundering.
We're not jeopardizing that for someone...
For a murder investigation?
How long before
you roll up the operation?
Four to six months.
Six months?! What do we do till then?
Watch our leads turn to ice?
Look, I sympathize with your problem.
Maybe I can be your eyes and your ears.
You'll do no such thing.
The Aztec Club is off-limits.
I won't have my agent compromised.
Then you better pull him out
because as long as it's in the five boroughs
that club's on our beat.
I want to see the tapes.
It's a sting operation.
I want to see the surveillance tapes.
Absolutely not.
You know, I get calls every day
from the mayor on down on this case.
It sure would be great to tell him
how helpful the Bureau's been.
I think I got something interesting from Thursday night.
So, John, you like undercover?
Ah, it beats driving a desk in the Phoenix field office.
After a while, you forget you're playing dress-up.
It's like a groove.
You ever try it?
I wouldn't be any good.
It's just not my nature.
So those four years in Narcotics, what was that?
You ran three undercover operations.
27 arrests, 27 convictions.
You read my file.
Wouldn't you?
And Eames-- you transferred to Major Case
after three years in Vice.
Winter nights trolling the Point in a fur coat and a halter top
looking for johns.
That's tough duty.
Let's not run games on each other.
Okay, let's check it out.
That's Eddie Dutton.
He shows up every time Lilly's around.
This might help you.
Is there any more to the tape?
That's all I can show you.
Good hunting.
It was in your bedroom, Eddie.
A double-edged knife--
the same kind of weapon used to kill Lilly's dad.
Listen... I'm not even...
This is nuts, okay?
Relax, Eddie.
We're going to get to the bottom of this.
Oh, geez...
You know, this is...
It's just really what I...
You're going to want to start finishing a sentence here
pretty soon, Eddie.
Forensics is going over your knife.
You got something to tell us, now would be a good time.
What she says is true.
[ whispering]:
Okay.
I offered to get rid of her dad.
I know how it sounds.
When I drink, I say pretty much anything.
Well
people say things they don't mean when they're drunk.
Yeah, but then it happened.
He's dead.
I'm screwed, man.
This is what...
Well, you're in trouble, that's a fact.
But you keep telling us the truth
we'll see where it gets us.
Hey, if I was really going to do it
I wouldn't have flashed the knife in front of everybody.
Who's "everybody"?
Lilly, Serena, a photographer, Hampton...
Man, he really flipped out.
Over the knife?
Yeah. I thought he was going to kill me.
After all this stuff, what happened?
All I remember is waking up
in the bathroom.
What time did you leave?
I don't know.
Morning.
The cleaning crew woke me up.
Got a mixed bag from Forensics.
Size and shape consistent with the wound
but no blood or tissue on the knife.
Could have soaked it in disinfectant.
Mm. If he was smart, he would have ditched the knife.
Be happy he's plenty dumb to hand you
enough incriminating statements to choke a judge.
Now you just have to bust his alibi.
I have to brief the Chief of Detectives by 6:00.
A little good news wouldn't hurt.
Go and check the alibi.
I'm going to be down in Forensics.
I analyzed the saliva.
This one, traces of animal fat, mustard residue...
No, not that one.
I had pastrami for lunch.
Oh. Explains the antacid.
Oh, the other mug cocaine.
It's also present in the fingerprints on the mug.
Those cops came to see me.
So? They come and see me all the time.
They asked me about you and Eddie.
They think you killed your father, the two of you.
What?
Who told them that?
Did Eddie tell them that?
Had to get it from someplace.
That is so outrageous.
It doesn't really matter.
It's enough the police believe it.
You got to protect yourself.
Oh...
So, what am I going to do?
What I tell you.
There's a way to handle the police.
You know so much about cops, right?
I know enough.
John...
I don't ever want this to end, baby.
You're so too much.
Eddie was drinking vodka gimlets all night.
I think he had, like, seven.
And then he came out, and he said
he was going to do something really cool for me
that he was going to pull a Menendez on my dad.
And I just ignored it
'cause I thought what anybody would think--
that he was just kidding.
What made you change your mind about that?
I don't know.
I was just thinking.
And then there's the part where he pulled out the dagger.
He took out a dagger?
Yeah. He got really pissed
at this photographer
and he started flashing it around
to impress me.
I mean, I realize now that he was doing all that
to impress me, so that's why I think he did it.
That's why I think he killed my dad.
Now, what was it he said again?
That he was going to do something really cool for me--
that he was going to pull a Menendez on my dad.
And by that time, he had, uh, what, three or four drinks?
Seven.
Seven vodka gimlets.
All right, Lilly.
I think that's sufficient.
We appreciate your coming in, Ms. Carlyle.
It took a lot of guts.
The officer will accompany you out.
Thank you.
I'll call the D.A., tell him we're ready to send up charges.
"Dagger"?
Since when does a 20-year-old debutante
use the word "dagger"?
Maybe she read it in a fashion magazine.
Only cops use the word "dagger"
to describe a double-edged knife.
It didn't sound
on the up-and-up coming from her, Captain.
Eddie Dutton didn't just have a lot of drinks.
He had seven drinks.
She was coached by her coke-snorting boyfriend
Agent Hampton.
Undercovers have a lot to do to fit in.
Dipping into the nose candy, humping the local talent--
it's not unheard of.
What is your problem with this guy?
I don't know. Ooh!
I...
I just get the feeling
I got to watch my back around him.
Well, until you come up with a motive
don't talk to me about Hampton.
Mr. Carlyle never mentioned a John Hampton to me.
Mr. Carlyle was a very private man.
If it didn't have anything to do
with the Foundation's work
we didn't discuss it.
Ever see the name on any documents or correspondence?
No.
Eames.
These are office phone records.
In the two weeks before the murder
there were three phone calls to Phoenix.
Hello?
Wh-What was that?
Wagner Security...
Is there a Mr. Wagner I can speak to?
Mr. Wagner?
Detective Goren.
This is Detective Eames.
Hey, you're a tough guy to get ahold of.
Yeah, can't hit a moving target.
You mind if we hurry?
My plane was late, and I have a meeting.
So, you wanted to know
what I did for Wharton Carlyle?
Whatever you can tell us.
He had me run a background check
on a guy in Arizona name of John Hampton.
Did he say why?
Carlyle had found some explicit Polaroids
of Hampton with his daughter
plus evidence Hampton had given her drugs.
And the girl had floated Hampton some money--
40 grand.
Carlyle wanted leverage to get this jerk
to cut the girl loose.
Guy works for the Bureau.
Can you believe that?
I'll fax you his file, if that would help.
Great.
How did Carlyle react when you told him?
That an FBI man was corrupting his daughter?
He was not happy about it.
I told him to be careful.
Hampton had already stuck a gun down the throat
of Lilly Carlyle's boyfriends.
Hampton was out of control.
Carlyle was probably leaning on him
threatening to go to his boss.
Giving drugs to a girl that's not old enough to drink
taking money from her--
it's indefensible, even for an undercover.
So, do we have a motive now?
I think you do.
We're talking about arresting an undercover
FBI agent in the middle of a sting.
I don't know about you
but I don't want to be reassigned
to the motor pool.
Then it'll be my decision.
I'll get the warrant; you pick him up.
There was a reputed
money-laundering operation....
What the hell is this?
The FBI sting netted
a number of associates of the Genovese crime family
including popular nightclub owner, John Hampton.
Son of a bitch!
United States v. Vincent Russo
Francis Ventura, John Hampton, et al.
The predicates include assault
in aid of racketeering, money laundering
and extortion.
How are we pleading gentlemen?
Not guilty.
We ask for remand, Your Honor.
The defendants all have previous records
and the evidence against them is substantial.
Defendants are remanded to custody.
Your Honor.
A.D.A. Carver
New York District Attorney's office.
Now, before the defendants are removed
I'd like to be heard on this matter.
The detectives' first attempt
to arrest John Hampton
was preempted by Agent Wallis.
We're now simply trying to keep the FBI
from kidnapping our suspect.
Arrest warrant or not
their murderinvestigation can't be allowed
to sabotage a federal case.
It's hardly our fault the U.S. Attorney
pinned her hope on a murderer.
His behavior does seem questionable
but I don't see much direct evidence
linking him to this murder.
If these detectives weren't so busy
running the FBI's obstacle course
I'm sure they'd find enough evidence to satisfy you.
Your Honor, in the absence
of compelling evidence
the federal government has the greater interest here.
There's an interest greater than prosecuting
the taking of a life?
What law books are you working from?
I have to agree with Ms. Emanuel.
Until I see more evidence...
I'm staying your arrest warrant.
Your Honor, there's also the need to protect
the identity of the Bureau's agent.
I'd like to request a gag order.
Very well.
Mr. Carver
the NYPD and your office is now under a gag order.
You can continue to develop your case.
We are done here.
There goes Hampton down the rabbit hole.
Even the FBI can't ignore a federal judge.
You heard him.
The man wants compelling evidence.
Right, and I want a foot massage
from Derek Jeter.
I didn't see him.
I'm sorry.
That's all right.
This rope is cut through clean.
Are there any scissors or shears over there?
-Nope.
Knife?
No knife, but there are hash marks on this workbench.
Could be from a knife.
Mr. Carlyle keep a knife here?
He had a rigging knife.
A rigging knife.
That's a single-edged blade.
Those double blades, they're not so useful.
Cut yourself, you know?
Yeah, I know.
Do you think you could pick the knife from a book?
Think so.
We'd appreciate it.
This is the wrong kind of knife.
Carlyle was killed with a double-edged blade.
But his is missing.
The caretaker picked it out.
The last time he saw Carlyle with it
was a couple of weeks ago.
Big help there.
What are you doing?
Reading Hampton's FBI files.
We passed his photo and a description of his car
around the neighborhood
of the marina.
No pops.
We need something.
City Police Liaison
the Mayor's office, the Department of Justice
all feel very strongly
the FBI should not be messed with.
We got him.
This is the same kind of knife
that Carlyle kept in his boathouse--
the knife that was used to kill him.
This a single-edged knife?
Yes.
Well, right there, he's wrong.
The killer stabbed the victim once with this knife
turned it around and reinserted it into the wound
this time with the sharp edge down.
Why would he do that, Detective?
So we would think that the victim was killed
with a double-edged knife--
a knife...
just like Eddie Dutton's.
And Hampton thought his little trick
would fool a forensic examination?
It wouldn't have been the first time.
The killer of a federal informant
in Arizona was almost acquitted because of an identical mistake
made by a forensic examiner.
Hampton knew that, because...
he was the lead investigator.
It's in his file.
I hope you appreciate the fact that we stopped in here
before going to Judge Gordino.
I'm not sure it's enough
to convince me to honor your arrest warrant.
Then give him to us for a day, just to question him.
It's Goren.
Frustrated, second-rate city cop.
You see the signs in their office?
"World's Greatest Detectives," my ass.
This whole thing is complete speculation.
There was a reference, actually
to a case in your file-- the Jo-Jo Benitez case.
I brought you a federal indictment
against the Genoveses.
I should be getting a medal.
You didn't do it by yourself, John.
The interview is set for tomorrow morning.
We'll pick you up at 8:00.
Be ready.
That's just fabulous.
On top of everything else he's facing
you want him to perjure himself?
There'll be no perjury.
He won't be under oath
and his statements won't be offered
as evidence in any proceeding.
All right, say he does...
help you with this... murder investigation.
What's in it for Mr. Russo?
Besides the federal charges
these FBI operations always give rise to state charges.
We'll make sure they don't in Mr. Russo's case.
Hampton was my business partner, and he's my codefendant.
Not that loyalty's a big thing with me
but why should I help you hang a murder rap on him?
Because, Vinny...
if I don't hang it on him
I'm going to hang it on you.
What do you mean, John's in the FBI?
I think I would have known if he was a cop.
Be that as it may, your father found out
he was an undercover FBI agent.
He threatened to expose Hampton's illegal activities
to his superiors.
"Illegal activities"?
Giving Ms. Carlyle drugs
taking money from her
threatening her former boyfriends.
What do you expect from Ms. Carlyle?
We need her to testify against Hampton.
I don't think you understand.
John's a victim here.
Those gangsters victimized him.
He didn't kill my father.
I don't think that you understand.
That Friday night, there was a problem in the coat room.
Must've been around 5:30.
I couldn't find Hampton anywhere.
I even went out to the parking lot.
His car wasn't there.
He didn't turn up until about 6:00.
He told me we didn't have to worry about Wharton Carlyle
nosing around in our business anymore.
Not bad.
Beats a desk at the Phoenix field office.
Give it a workout yet?
You better not put it off, John.
The Department of Corrections is strict about conjugal visits
for convicted murderers.
Trust me, you're a long way from making that stick.
So you called this meeting. What do you want?
I want to give you a chance to do right.
And what's "doing right" in the Goren playbook?
Fidelity, bravery, integrity.
Isn't that what it says on your FBI crest?
You're going to give me the "good agent gone bad" speech?
I just want to know... what happened.
Did you get tired of watching the bad guys have all the fun?
This is getting boring.
Let me make it a little more exciting for you.
My father was angry that John Hampton was taking money from me
and that we were having a relationship.
He said that he could hurt John
and I repeated that to John, and he got really angry.
He knew dad went rowing every morning.
I even showed him where one time.
By the time we clean her up, put her in a nice, blue dress
she'll make a terrific witness.
The remorseful daughter
of the father that died trying to protect her.
You used her, John.
She was weak, and you used her.
And that really pisses me off.
I think it's time
to think about taking a plea.
That crap's not going to fly.
We're done.
Get him out of here.
I'm sorry, John.
What are you sorry about?
John Hampton, you're under arrest for murder.
You need me.
You can't make the case without me!
That's no longer your concern.
It's lonely at the bottom.