( indistinct chattering )
Guess who.
Hmm.
I'm drawing a blank.
How 'bout the fiancee you haven't seen
since this party started?
WOMAN: Okay, enough, you two.
Let me see this rock
that Chris keeps going on and on about.
It's like he chipped it out of the mine himself.
Wow.
Oh, that's very subtle, Chris.
It was a total surprise. I had no...
Don't, don't.
I've seen a lot of women
who couldn't get Chris to take the leap.
You deserve it.
I'm going to go down to the store to get some cigarettes.
You guys want anything?
No.
Oh, but hurry back.
Dinner's in five minutes.
Jeremiah's concocted some crazy
gelled oyster something.
I'll hurry back.
DANNY: Whitney Ridder.
29-year-old socialite.
Walked out of her fiancee's loft for a pack of smokes.
Never made it to the bodega across the street.
She left her keys, purse
and coat up at the party.
She have her wallet with her?
Yeah, and a big, fat
rock on her finger.
That's an attractive target.
Uh-huh.
Just keep them coming.
Fiancee. Can't get much out of him.
Hey, pal, sip on this.
Smells like
a brewery in here. Yeah, you noticed?
What, is he still drunk?
Nah, he's just fairly hung over.
CHRIS: She went to the...
store to get cigarettes.
It's something she's done 100 times.
Look, I...
I already told the other, uh, agent all of this.
Yeah, well, sorry to inconvenience you.
I'm sorry, I just...
I'm tired. That's all.
You know, the phone keeps ringing.
Friends are worried.
It's just, I haven't slept.
Look, I'll make this as fast as possible for you, okay?
Did you notice anything unusual
in your fiancee's behavior last night?
No, I don't think so.
Do you mind?
What do you mean you don't think so?
There wasn't anything that I really remember.
Was it because you were drinking
or are you having problems with your short-term memory?
Excuse me?
Mr. Mays, if you want to help us find your fiancee,
I suggest that you sober up and focus right now.
Yeah, okay.
All right.
Now how long you and Whitney been living together?
Uh, a little over two months.
She was staying at the Riverton before that.
Riverton, that's a nice address.
She was just crashing here while she was setting up her business.
And what was that?
Resort financing.
What's your business?
I'm between careers.
Which ones?
The one I spend pleasantly
living off my inheritance,
and the one where I actually find something meaningful to do.
Can you give me any background on Whitney?
She was born in Philadelphia.
Parents got divorced,
shipped her off to Switzerland for school.
Got an MBA over there.
Came back to the States about six months ago.
You notice any problems with her business?
Not really.
She hadn't been here very long,
but, you know, things were going great.
How long were you two engaged?
Just a week.
Vizsla?
It's a short-haired Hungarian hunting dog.
Nice try.
What, are you challenging me?
( chuckling )
Vizsla.
Vizsla, a short-haired
Hungarian hunting...
You scare me.
I did a job with Tina Enyelling.
She gave me one as a gift.
It was a cute little guy.
So, double letter,
triple word...
84 points.
Plus I go again because you lost the challenge.
Marry me.
Excuse me?
I'm serious.
Chris, we barely know each other.
I know how I feel.
You... amaze me.
Why, because I know what a vizsla is?
It didn't hurt.
Look, I don't want to spend another
minute without you, it's that simple.
I want you to marry me.
Okay.
Okay, yes,
you're going to marry me?
Okay to everything.
JACK: Two months?
That's pretty quick to pull the trigger.
I knew she was the one.
We were going to go to Europe
next month and get married
on her birthday, just the two of us.
I just keep thinking, you know,
this...
I mean, she has to show up sooner or later, right?
Right.
Excuse me.
What exactly do you guys do here?
Resort development.
We're financing an international
boutique hotel.
And where is everyone else?
It's just the two of us, Whitney and me.
We contracted out the computer modeling
and we work with Midtown Trust on the financial end.
How's business?
It was going great.
I mean, that's what I thought.
I just got off the phone with the people in Cozumel.
It looks like we're going to be closing up shop
a little earlier than I planned.
We should start packing tomorrow.
I thought we were
just getting started.
You've done an amazing job,
and I have already written you
a glowing letter of recommendation,
and you absolutely will not have to worry about the rent
on that sweet little studio of yours.
Forget my studio.
I can get myself a two-bedroom with this.
Well, call it a bonus, and a "thank you."
You earned it.
I'd never had a mentor before Whitney.
She just took me under her wing.
( phone ringing )
Excuse me.
I don't get it.
If business is so great,
why close up shop?
Maybe Whitney was embezzling money from the company,
bailed out before she got caught.
Why bother giving the assistant a big bonus?
She wants her to be a good girl,
not ask too many questions.
Okay, thanks.
Okay, so it turns out
Christopher Mays has a record with the NYPD.
A couple DUIs
and a drunk-and-disorderly charge when he was 19.
He got off with community service and counseling.
Rich parents buy good lawyers.
Yeah, well, his alibi's tight.
Doorman says he never left the party,
but the building manager saw a suspicious vehicle
casing the place a few weeks ago.
He said he approached the car, but the driver took off.
Upscale building, rich tenants.
Could be trying to pick out victims.
He gave us a make and partial plate.
We're running it now.
Which is more than
I've got on Whitney Ridder.
Phone bills, credits cards,
everything dead-ends the day she arrived in the city.
The boyfriend says that she grew up in Philly,
but I keep coming up blank.
Name change?
Nothing on file.
It's like she didn't exist until she got here.
Okay, so
she comes to New York, reinvents herself.
New name, new identity, clean start.
She won't be
the first.
The question is, what was she running from?
So how long have you two known Whitney?
Uh, three months maybe?
Uh, we met in the Hamptons,
and you get to know someone pretty fast
when they're in your circle.
But getting into that circle--
it's not so easy, is it?
Oh, it is if you have Whitney's charm.
How was she last night?
Her usual self.
Mostly.
( party chatter )
Hey, it's nice to see you.
Thank you so much for coming.
( phone ringing ) Oh. Would you excuse me?
I have to take this.
It's from work.
Go right ahead. Thank you.
( phone continues ringing )
( no audio )
SARAH: When I saw her with Chris a few minutes later,
she seemed perfectly fine.
DANNY: How about the two of them?
Do they have any problems?
No.
Chris dated a lot,
but when it would come time to commit,
he would usually start to just slip away.
Sounds like you know him pretty well.
We actually dated a few years ago.
Mr. Sellars, can I ask you a couple of questions out here?
Yeah, of course.
This is ridiculous.
What's that? Splitting us up.
If this is about Christopher and Sarah,
that was over long before we met.
Sarah and I don't have secrets.
Then that's what she'll tell Agent Taylor.
Until then, I suggest you sit down
and wait till she's done.
SARAH: Allen has
some issues with my friendship
with Christopher.
Is there anything going on with you
and Christopher right now?
No.
Is there anything you're not telling me?
When you have what he has...
you never really know
if people are after you for your money.
Christopher's a little paranoid, but sometimes he's right.
And how about you?
Do you think
Whitney's after his money?
Look, she shows up out of nowhere;
they barely know each other;
suddenly, they're getting married.
I wondered.
Did you ever talk to him about it?
Oh,
I tried, but he got furious with me,
so I let it go.
( line ringing )
( phone ringing )
Yeah, Viv.
Jack, I've got the Social
Security Records; turns out
Whitney Ridder was born in LaFontaine, Louisiana in 1971,
and died in a car crash in 1974.
Any progress on her real identity?
We're still looking.
Okay.
Um, I'll call you back.
I'm sorry. We don't have
any Whitney Ridder registered
as a guest at this establishment.
You know, she may have used a different name.
Do you, um...
Do you recognize this girl?
She was a-a regular client in our lounge.
It appeared, uh,
at least to me that she may have been
in the companion business.
What, she was a hooker?
If you will.
She always came by herself,
always made quite an impression,
but she only had one customer.
This the guy?
Yes.
Yes, that's him.
All right.
Thank you.
Fake identity.
Now, fake residence.
Danny and Martin are checking out the business.
Yeah, she was fooling everybody.
Including her fiancé.
Check it out.
Whitney Ridder's cell phone records.
You know that call she got
just before she disappeared?
Mm-hmm. She got another call
20 minutes later from the same number, a guy
in Palm Springs named Lucas Vohland.
I checked him
on NCIC.
He did ten years for manslaughter at Joliet.
See all this beautiful oceanfront property?
It's all fake.
We called Cozumel, Midtown Trust.
We checked out their business records.
There's no connection to a hotel chain.
There's not even a planned resort.
Now, it looks like Whitney
trolled the city for potential targets:
mostly sons and daughters of rich families
anxious to make some money on their own.
She promised them a quick return on the initial investment,
plus VIP treatment
at this luxury resort.
Early investors made a killing.
Word spread. The money poured in.
The second round of investors didn't see zip.
A Ponzi scam. Exactly, and by the time
they figured out what was going on, the money was gone.
Whitney reinvented herself.
Except this time.
She never finished the con,
and she still has $400,000 in her corporate bank account.
Maybe one of her marks found out they were being swindled
and got to her. I'm on it.
Here's a list of investors
from her bank records.
And Vohland... I ran into this guy
in Seattle a few years ago.
He's got the background for this kind of gig.
Okay, Danny and Viv,
I want you to run down
this list of unhappy investors.
Martin, want you to go
to Palm Springs,
talk to your friend Vohland.
Samantha, go with Martin.
I might be reading too much into this,
but there's, um...
no hidden message in you sending me on vacation
to Palm Springs, is there?
What kind of message?
Like, maybe I'm just getting back to work,
and you're trying to get me out of your hair.
You are...
reading too much into this.
You should just take it for what it is:
in-flight movie and a little bit of sun...
and a chance to interview a convicted felon
and a potential murderer.
Enjoy.
Okay.
So, she scammed everybody?
It would appear that way, yes.
I don't believe it. You know what?
I just don't believe this.
I went to the Riverton Hotel.
She never lived there.
What?
She never lived there.
She used to visit the lobby a lot.
At first, they thought she was a call girl, but it turns out
that you were the only client.
W-Where did she live, then?
We're not sure.
We don't even know her real name.
Her real name? You know what?
This is insane. This is...
Did she ever ask you to invest in her company?
No. I offered, but...
she said that she wanted
to keep her business and our personal life separate.
Smart.
What's that?
Smart that she never asked you for money.
My hunch is that she was using you for access
to your rich friends.
Don't you think I would've seen something like that coming?
You were the first one that met her.
She said she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me!
That's what you wanted to hear, Chris.
All right... what happens now?
I mean, what do you...?
You keep looking for her, right?
Oh, you bet.
Now she's a fugitive.
Nice to see you're enjoying
the fruits of your labor, Vohland.
Excuse me?
You remember me? Seattle,
'99, counterfeit
PC chips? Sorry,
I'm terrible with faces. Are you any better
with names like Dennis Ricci
or Timothy DeLeia?
You were both.
Is this your girlfriend?
I'm his partner.
You're a lot better-looking than his last one.
We're looking for Whitney Ridder.
She went missing two days ago in New York
right after you called her.
I never heard of her.
Probably dialed the wrong number.
Take a look.
( sighs )
Whitney, huh?
I knew her as Kat Fontaine out here.
Met her at the club last winter-- The Conquista.
Nice top spin lob.
So, why'd you call her that night? I'm leaving
for New York in a couple of weeks.
I was looking for a hotel recommendation.
So you wouldn't know anything
about the investment scam she was running in the city?
Cat? You got to be kidding.
No, not at all.
As per my parole conditions, I have removed myself
from any and all areas
of illicit influence.
I've got a legitimate business here.
Some things never change.
We're going to stick around
for a few days, check out your story.
I wouldn't go anywhere.
Why leave paradise?
Same story as all the other investors.
The ones that were paid stayed mum.
The others were too embarrassed to complain.
Yeah, so far all the alibis check out
except for this one guy I can't find.
His name is Stansfield Carlton.
Ring a bell? Never heard of him.
Neither have any of the other investors.
Which is strange because they were all part of the same circle.
We got a hit on that car casing the apartment.
Belongs to a Raymond Deesy.
He's on parole for armed robbery.
Do you have an address?
Excellent.
Thanks. That's good.
So, apparently, uh, Whitney Ridder was living here
in Palm Springs under the alias Kat Fontaine,
and, uh, we understand that you filed a criminal complaint
against her-- something about forged paintings.
Well, Cat, uh-- your Whitney--
sold a lovely Georgia O'Keefe
to some friends of ours, and we'd been thinking
of sprucing our place up, so we decided
that we would make an appointment
to see her gallery downtown.
That's when we saw the Barons.
We spent more than we normally would,
but, uh, we both saw the painting as an investment.
Then, our insurance company wanted an appraisal,
and that's where we ran into some problems.
This is a little bit...
awkward.
You know, the Barons
that we acquired from you... Uh-huh?
Our appraiser has doubts about its authenticity.
I'm sorry. Wha-What do you mean?
He thinks it may be a forgery.
Oh...
Oh, my, I am so embarrassed.
Yeah, no, I had no idea.
I-I took it on consignment. I didn't even think
of getting it checked.
You know what? I'm so sorry to bring it up.
We really should've waited
until we were certain. No-no-no, absolutely not.
Let me get you your money back.
No, please, there is no rush.
I insist.
Please, I am... I am so sorry.
SAMANTHA: I'm assuming she never gave you your money back.
No, and I was surprised.
She seemed very shaken up when we spoke to her.
But when we went to her gallery,
she was gone.
Our friend said she had a boyfriend
who was her partner.
Lucas Vohland?
I've never heard the name.
People at the gallery said that they both had left
without telling anybody.
You still have the painting up.
Yeah... I can't seem to take it down.
It doesn't seem
like you kill somebody for ripping you off on a painting.
Certainly not those people.
They'd probably just refill your iced tea.
You know, it sounds more to me like Whitney knew
she was going to get caught, and she ran. I'm driving. ( phone ringing )
No, I've seen you drive. I'm driving.
Oh, where's the airbag? Hello?
Oh, yeah, look, I'm really sorry about that.
I kind of got busy.
Yeah, Thursday at 7:00 sounds great.
Okay,
I'll see you then.
Hot date?
Yeah, with my federally funded therapist.
How's that going?
( sighs ): Here's what I'm thinking:
this-this partner/boyfriend--
I'm thinking it's got to be Vohland.
Explains why he lied to us about their call.
Yeah. I say we pay him a second visit.
DANNY: What do you know about Whitney Ridder?
Who's that? You've been parked in front of her lot
for the last two weeks.
So, the FBI's giving out parking tickets now?
( laughs ): What?
Whitney Ridder is missing, Mr. Deesy.
You know,
maybe your parole officer would like to know
that you've been casing her apartment
instead of cleaning
paintbrushes. Look,
I didn't do anything illegal, okay?
I was painting this dude's house out in Watermill.
He asked me to check out
this Whitney. Check out or rough up?
No, I didn't touch her.
He just wanted to know what she was up to.
He was afraid she'd ripped him off.
I followed her around a few days.
I told him everything I knew, and that was it.
Who is this guy?
Let me be frank with you, Mr. Sellars.
You don't look like the type who hires an ex-con,
and now you've lied to a federal officer.
If I can help you stop this downward spiral
in your personal life, please let me know.
I-I just wanted to find out what was happening.
She didn't return my phone calls.
You mean Whitney.
Yes. You invested money with her?
Yes...
only I-I didn't tell my wife about it.
You used a fake name--
Stansfield Carlton-- so your wife wouldn't know.
My wife Sarah comes from a lot of money-- old money.
It's a very difficult situation for me
not having my own means.
So you wanted to prove yourself...
with your wife's money,
of course.
It seemed like an excellent opportunity.
75 rooms, all suites,
each with an ocean view.
Every investor receives full VIP treatment,
complete spa access,
and guaranteed reservations
at our four-star restaurant, and...
a little gift.
You know, for poolside...
or wherever.
Two months
and I double my money?
Now, if you get in now.
This investor phase closes at the end of the week.
When do you plan to open?
Next Christmas. We're already completely booked.
Of course...
there are a few rooms...
that remain on hold
for our investors.
I am in for 75K,
Ah. and put me down for the week.
But when the payday came
and went, you hired a felon
to look into it.
I was terrified Sarah would find out.
And you'd lose the money forever.
That had to make you pretty angry.
I just wanted to talk to her.
She wouldn't return my calls,
and Deesy-- he told me
about her trips to her storage facility.
I-I thought she was going to leave town before talking to me.
Looks like you were right.
You got an address for that storage facility?
Security video of the hallway shows Whitney
and her fiancé coming in here
18 hours after
she disappeared.
Guess her fiancé forgot
to tell us that part.
You're a liar, Chris.
You sat there and you flat-out lied to me.
I swear I don't know where she is.
Well, you did the other day.
When she took off from the party,
I didn't know where she went, honestly.
Define honestly. I mean it.
She came back
and she told me she ran because this guy
Vohland threatened her on the phone.
She told me about the fraud. She told me
about the investment company.
She told me that Whitney Ridder isn't her real name.
She told me all of it.
So, in that moment of crystal-clear thinking,
you decided to aid a fugitive.
That makes you an accessory to a crime, Chris.
You understand that?
She... told me that she loved me,
and that...
all she wanted was to be with me.
The girl was in trouble.
I don't know what to do.
How could you do this to me?
I am so sorry. If I could
take it back, I would.
You've been lying to me since the moment we met.
But I'm telling you the truth now.
Look at me.
Please look me in the eyes.
I swear to you
I am telling you everything.
( stifled sobs )
All right, what we're going to do,
we're going to go to the police, and you're going to tell them
the whole story.
What I do is illegal.
I'll go to jail.
What do you want me to do?!
Okay, I think I know a way out of this.
I know a way that I could stop running
and that we can be together, but you got to forgive me.
Please.
I'm so sorry.
I swear.
I'll never lie to you again.
There was a moment there when I thought, "That's it.
"I'm finished with her.
"It's over, and I
will never love again."
But then I
saw something in her eyes, something... real.
And it made me love her even more.
Did she tell you
that she was banging big bad Vohland in Palm Springs?
As a matter of fact, she did.
She also told me
it was over.
And you believed her?
Yes, I did.
What are you suggesting?
I'm suggesting that perhaps you weren't quite as forgiving
as you initially indicated.
No.
I helped her. Really? How?
I gave her money.
What, to pay off Vohland? Yes!
So, that 600 grand that you took out
of your brokerage account--
that was the payoff?
She told me that we had to get by this guy.
She wanted a fresh start. Otherwise, he was just going to track her down again.
So, why didn't you use her money?
I mean, she had plenty left.
Because we figured it would draw too much attention
if she went and tried to get it herself.
"We" or "she"?
Was that her idea?
We were going to leave town after she paid him.
Where was the payoff?
In Saratoga, somewhere near the track up there.
Did you go with her?
I wanted to drive,
but she, she insisted that she'd go on her own.
On her own.
Yes, she said that this guy
Vohland would freak out
if somebody else showed up with her.
You know, Chris, I love a happy ending
just as much as the next guy.
And I'm sure that that look in her eye
was quite something.
But did it ever occur to you
that she and Vohland were setting you up for a scam?
She wouldn't do that.
Really?
Wherever she is right now...
she's in trouble.
Christopher,
you got punked.
Call your lawyer.
You're not going anywhere.
( door shuts )
We have to polygraph this guy.
No kidding.
We got to contact the Saratoga PD,
run Whitney's aliases in the area.
And see if his story checks out.
I'm on it.
( phone ringing )
Malone.
Yeah, we missed Lucas Vohland.
Neighbor reported him loading a suitcase in his car
right after we left.
Any idea where he might have gone?
No, none.
But we'll go ahead and fax you Vohland's old aliases.
See if we can't track him down.
How's Sam?
She could use a few driving lessons,
but, uh, other than that, she's all right.
The sunshine treats her well.
Keep me posted.
All right, will do.
Okay.
Okay, thanks.
What have you got?
I found out where Whitney grew up.
A small town in Ohio named Nassau.
Check out
our Whitney-- real name Sheryl McGee.
Activities include
travel club, French club,
president of the drama club for four years.
Good training, huh?
Yeah.
She didn't just change her name.
She was trying to change her life.
Speaking from experience?
Danny Taylor?
What about it?
So, why?
I guess I just wanted a fresh start.
Did it work?
Sometimes.
So, are you going to tell me?
( phone ringing )
Taylor.
Yeah. Okay, we're on our way.
That was Jack.
Lucas Vohland's alias just popped up
at the Madison Regency.
Freeze! Hands in the air.
Drop the bag and put your hands up.
Let's go!
12:30 flight to the Cayman Islands.
What's your hurry?
$600,000 in your bag.
Exactly the amount
Whitney Ridder's boyfriend gave her to pay you off.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Let's start with, um, felony possession of a firearm,
failure to notify your parole officer
that you were leaving the country,
and that's just in the last 12 hours.
What do you want from me?
I want you to cut the crap
and start answering some questions.
The money is mine.
What was the trip out of the country about?
Work on your tan?
I was making a quick trip to the Caymans
to make an investment, and I was coming right back.
You are aware that it is illegal
to transport that amount of money out of the county?
Charge me.
Look, I don't care about the money.
I don't care about the parole violations.
All I care about
are the whereabouts of Whitney Ridder.
Now, the only reason I can think of
that you're not telling me
is because you killed her.
I'd like to see my lawyer now.
My guess is
he didn't kill her.
Well, he's got the motive, the opportunity and the money.
Well, if it's about the money,
then he got what he wanted.
So, she's on her way
back right now to become Mrs. Christopher Mays
and start her new life?
Yeah.
I'd hold off buying a wedding present.
Viv, Viv...
No. I got to go.
Whitney's alias just popped up at a hotel
in Saratoga.
I can't believe it.
I-I saw her alive just last night.
Bellman.
Yeah?
Someone called and wanted...
Not here.
But it's...
We didn't call, okay?
VIVIAN: Is this the man?
Yeah, that's him.
Hold on a sec.
Do you know exactly
what room that call came from?
No. I mean, I-I checked a few others,
but nobody needed me.
Nobody called back, either.
All right, thanks.
Mm.
( siren blaring )
VOHLAND: I did not
kill that girl. Oh, I'd like
to believe you, Lucas, but right now, you're screwed.
We have a witness placing you in the room with her.
Your fingerprints are all over the place,
and you got her money. I give a rat's ass
what you have.
I met her kiting checks
at an A&P.
I taught her everything
she knows.
We used to be an item.
Why would I want to kill her?
You tell me.
Look... I admit
I wanted my money back, but that was it.
Hi, babe.
Hi, Lucas.
What's going on?
Mmm.
You want your money?
Always.
MARTIN: And then what happened?
We got down to business.
She showed me the money.
I started counting.
( sighs )
Hey, Jack.
Hey.
Martin get any more out of Vohland?
He's still down there with him now.
He's pushing for a motive.
He's thinking jealousy.
What do you think?
I'm not buying it.
I mean, the guy's
a career grifter.
Why the hell would he kill her?
Well, we'll get the forensics report in the morning.
We'll know more then.
Get some sleep, huh?
Good night, Jack.
I have the phone records
from that call to the bellman's desk.
Thank you.
CHRIS: I was taking care of a few
last-minute things.
I'm sorry
we haven't gotten you your money back yet.
It's being processed as evidence,
but you should have it shortly.
No rush.
Would you like a drink?
No.
What time's your flight?
I'm on the red-eye.
I won't take up too much of your time.
Where are you going?
Uh, Amsterdam.
I figured it'd be best to get out of town
for a while, clear my head.
Look, I don't know if this'll help you or not,
but things don't look too good for Lucas Vohland right now.
I heard.
We have a witness who saw him and Whitney
in the hotel room together.
Lucky for us.
Or lucky for you.
Excuse me?
I think you killed her, Chris.
And I think you framed Lucas Vohland
for it.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Yes, you do.
She went missing from your party
three days ago.
And then she came to see you, right?
And she confessed all her sins to you.
She told you about
her made-up past, the lies, the cons.
She apologized for everything.
You've been lying to me since the moment we met.
No, but I'm telling you the truth now.
Look at me.
Please look me in the eyes.
I swear to you I am telling you everything.
CHRIS: Yes.
That is exactly what happened.
And you still felt betrayed.
No.
You thought that she was the one.
You trusted her.
You thought she was different from all the others.
And the whole time, she was scamming you.
And that broke your heart.
I forgave her. No, no, no, no, no.
You tri to forgive her, and then she suggested
that the two of you run away together,
and you went along with the plan
because you loved her.
But you couldn't handle the lies, the manipulation,
the con, the tricks, the games,
the stories.
Am I right?
So you followed her to Saratoga,
only she wasn't meeting him at the track.
She was meeting him in a hotel room.
( knocking ) * To get the things we want
* But we lost each other on the way *
( Vohland moaning )
* I guess you know
* I never wanted anyone more than you *
* Lived all our best times
* Left with the worst
* I-/////!ve danced...
DANNY: And that's exactly
when you knew what you had to do to make her pay.
And the best part about it is,
that you had the perfect person to frame.
Oh?
Lucas Vohland.
( laughs ): Oh.
This is so creative, but you don't have any proof.
Not yet, but I tracked down that call to the bellman,
and it turns out that it was placed
from a pay phone at a bar
across the street from the hotel.
So I asked myself, who calls a bellman
from a pay phone?
Pretty smart.
And you needed a witness to see the two of them
together.
Now, Christopher,
I may find your prints on that phone,
I may not.
But either way,
I'm going to canvas every inch
of that area, and you know
what the good thing about small towns is?
What?
The people there--
they never forget strangers.
I have a feeling
somebody there is going to remember you.
( biting ice )
You killed her.
You waited for Vohland to leave the room,
and you went in there, and you made her pay
for betraying you.
* There-/////!s something in the air *
( groans )
* Something in my eye
* Do-do-do
* Do-do-do...
DANNY: You want to know what the real tragedy is?
You didn't have to do it.
You didn't know what was going on in that room.
VOHLAND: She showed me the money. I started counting.
That's when she told she wanted out on account of
she was marrying this guy.
So you're getting married, huh?
Yes.
I didn't think you were the type.
You don't know this guy.
He's really sweet.
Really sweet and really rich,
I'll bet.
It's not about that.
It's always about that.
No. Not this time.
I don't know.
It's different with him.
I don't have to pretend anymore.
I almost believe you.
Well, you should.
Because it's over, and I'm out.
You can't prove any of this.
I will.
And you will go to jail.
You blew it.
She loved you.
She really did.
* Something in the air
* Do-do-do-do
* Do-do-do-do...