CARRIE: Rachel died in '84, so he's obviously aged.
And nothing in the Sex Offender Registry?
Fugitives...
All right, well, thank you for trying.
No luck, huh? No.
I promise this won't take longer than if we stopped for a cup of coffee.
As long as I can get some here.
CARRIE: Listen, I'm warning you-- she's pretty out of it.
A few days ago, she thought I was Carol Burnett.
The hair.
Carrie, we weren't sure you were gonna make it out today.
I'm sorry I'm late.
Hi, Alice!
So, how was it?
How was what?
Al, you look great.
You two should go on vacation
more often.
Mom?
Alice, where did Carrie and Al go?
Vermont. They rented a cabin in-- where was it?
Morrisville.
Right.
Morrisville. It was... it was...
beautiful.
AL: The leaves!
So many colors.
I don't give a damn about the foliage.
Did you decide?
Are you two moving in, or what?
Oh, no. Al and I are... not...
Having sex? Please.
Alice... Well, it's ridiculous.
They're together
a year and a half, running between each other's apartments,
paying two rents...
Which is why Al and I are apartment hunting now.
Yes, we are. (phone ringing)
Uh, excuse me.
You keep dragging your feet like this, he's going to move on.
AL: Uh, we got something, honey.
But if you want to stay...
Al and I will come back, okay?
Go catch some criminals.
(sirens wailing)
(indistinct radio communication)
Mike, what do we got?
So far, just the car.
Local warehouse security guy called it in.
Found it on his morning rounds, 5:00 a.m.,
engine running-- says it wasn't here
at the 2:00 a.m. patrol.
We know who the car belongs to?
It's registered to Harrison Publicity.
AL: No body?
MIKE: Looks like somebody was dragged, from the bench,
to the rocks and into the water.
It may turn out not to be a homicide,
but if and when a body shows up,
I don't want to be the jerk who let the scene be compromised.
AL: We'll get some divers in the river,
see what they turn up.
Look what was hiding in the rocks.
Ooh, a Louboutin.
It's the Mercedes of shoes.
Meaning it goes with the car?
Meaning no one would willingly leave it behind.
Our Cinderella got an address?
No, but Harrison PR does.
MAN: Kelly?
Come on in.
Doesn't look like a PR firm.
Harrison has the lease, but Kelly pays cash.
What's her last name?
I never asked.
Who pays their rent in cash?
Drug dealers, strippers, escorts.
This about last night? Because it really wasn't a big deal.
What happened last night?
She got into some kind of fight with a guy.
Neighbor called me. I came up, knocked a few times.
They calmed down pretty quickly.
Hmm. Thanks. So what do you think?
Look like a struggle?
Or someone who couldn't decide what to wear.
This is Kelly Latimer's apartment.
New York's number one socialite.
Famous for being a Texas Latimer-- oil money.
What the hell is she doing living here?
Probably spent the family fortune on clothes.
Well, she's got to keep up
with Ashley Phillips.
She used to be number one.
Apparently they hate each other.
According to...?
The gossip magazines.
What, you can't buy a carton of milk
without passing them at the checkout stand.
You know, the amount of useless information in your brain--
you ever worry you're going to hit a max?
By the way, it's not that useless-- check out the blogs.
A lot of back and forth about where she is.
Worried fans?
Not that worried. Listen to this one.
"Kelly Latimer missing.
Ding-dong, is the bitch dead?"
With friends like those...
CARRIE: These blogs are nasty.
I mean, Kelly's accused of being overeager,
wearing the wrong designer,
social climbing...
Looks like she couldn't do anything without being judged.
I feel sorry for her.
I don't. Comes with the territory.
Plus, she's got, like,
10,0006 friends on Frienderz.
I don't have room for all of them on the board.
Well, make room for Ashley Phillips.
She's the one fueling this smear campaign.
You really think our dueling prom queen
could have had anything to do with this?
According to CitySMEAR,
their fights have already gotten physical.
Apparently, Ashley pushed Kelly down a flight of stairs
at some fund-raiser
because Kelly showed up with Ashley's ex,
who is now Kelly's boyfriend.
Maybe that's the guy she was fighting with.
His name's Dean Mark Claman.
The writer?
I read his memoir, it's amazing.
About how he escaped from a Thai prison
where they had him on false drug charges.
Maybe they weren't false.
Maybe he's still dealing.
Kelly paid her rent in cash. She could have gotten involved.
ROE: Some of these Web sites think
this whole thing's a publicity stunt.
I wonder.
What, whether she did it for publicity?
Please, that whole world is about publicity.
CARRIE: This is a rich girl, a very rich girl,
and she's living in a studio apartment
the size of a closet in Queens.
All those magazine pictures,
there's not one in that apartment.
Only these-- pictures of her alone in a photo booth.
We have a complaint report from the 4th Precinct in Manhattan.
Kelly Latimer was robbed outside a club two weeks ago.
Had some fancy necklace stolen.
Rough couple of weeks.
Or not.
Still don't have a body.
For all we know, she could be holed up
in a five-star resort somewhere.
Mike, what do we have on the PR firm?
They handle a lot of these people.
Laurel Harrison, the president and CEO,
named TrendSpotter of the Year by Stylemonger magazine.
Okay, till Kelly calls in from Cabo,
we treat this like a homicide.
Mike, you and Roe check out Harrison PR.
Carrie and I'll take the boyfriend.
You okay about what happened this morning?
Yeah. I...
Yeah, I guess I didn't realize how much I've missed her.
CLAMAN: I climbed into the broken backseat...
If it helps, I could go back with you sometime.
How would Elaine feel about that?
She'd be fine, given the circumstances.
...and whispered feet.
The taxi made its way off the Triborough Bridge
onto quiet streets blanketed in snow.
They wouldn't stay white for long,
but on that Christmas Sunday,
I realized I was finally home.
(applause)
CARRIE: Mr. Claman?
Dean?
Just a second.
Mr. Claman.
Talk to you for a second?
You think I did something to her?
The timing's kind of suspect, no?
You fight with your girlfriend the same night she goes missing.
Why would I hurt Kelly?
I don't know, maybe it's a good subject for your next book.
I mean, this one's about a drug arrest.
You should read it.
That was in Thailand, and they were totally trumped-up charges.
Anywhere you think she could have gone?
Family, friends?
Friends-- I don't thinks she has any friends,
besides the groupies.
And definitely not her family.
They cut her off without a dime
until she was 25, she said.
What happened after the breakup?
Nothing. I left and went to a friend's.
Ashley Phillips.
Your ex?
I just wanted to talk to someone.
Look, it's been what, 12 hours?
She's going to show up.
How'd you get that scratch on your chin?
A cut from shaving.
I overslept this morning, and I was rushing to get here.
Like I said, I can't deal with the drama.
Laurel will just be a second.
Harrison Publicity.
A bottle of water? No. We're good. Thanks.
(phone ringing)
Yeah.
AL: Just got the records from Kelly's cell phone.
The last call was at 2:15 a.m. to Harrison PR.
Boyfriend's alibi is that he was with
Ashley Phillips. We're trying to confirm now.
I'll let you know.
All right.
Check it out-- Twitter.
No more "Ding-dong, the bitch is dead."
Now it's all, "We pray for Kelly's safe return."
You still think this is a PR stunt.
Working, isn't it?
She'll see you now.
Kelly's last call was to here at 2:15 this morning.
We're all just praying she comes back safe and sound.
One minute.
Thank you, Vanessa.
Love you more.
So sorry.
Trent Gorney, the promoter, he's opening
his new lounge tonight,
and I've guaranteed him celebrities and press.
But staying busy's probably good for me.
Keeps me from falling apart.
Why did Kelly Latimer call you last night?
You know you were the last call she made.
Oh, my God.
What'd you two talk about?
I was the one who took the call.
At 2:15?
It was an early evening.
And I was at some stupid event.
Anyway... WOMAN: Line three for you.
Zeke said she sounded upset.
I called her the minute I got home but it went straight to voice mail.
Do you know what she was upset about?
Have you seen the blogs? All these on-line attacks.
She takes them so personally.
I tell her not to read them, but...
Your client Ashley Phillips
is responsible for some of that, isn't she?
MIKE: You ever hear her
make any threats?
All the time.
But Ashley would never...
I mean, none of those posts are actually written by Ashley.
It's all these hangers-on who want to feel
like they're part of the scene.
Is there anything else I can help you with?
My schedule's a little nutso.
Yeah, I was wondering, something like this,
is it anything Kelly would ever do for...
Publicity?
That's not a dirty word around here, Detective.
But no.
I've engineered quite a few stunts in my life.
But this isn't one of them.
I was trying to get to Ashley Phillips
through her lawyers, but...
Let me guess: Ms. Phillips is too busy
getting ready for a big night out.
These people are unbelievable.
One of their own goes missing,
and they're focused on this club opening.
Which is why I'm thinking maybe we should go.
Where? To the opening.
I mean, all of her players will be there.
They'll be drunk without their team censoring them.
You know, we don't have to tell them who we are.
You mean, undercover?
Yeah. I used to be pretty good at it.
Except the boyfriend already knows who we are.
We talked to him.
Well, we don't even know
if he's gonna be there,
and we'll be dressed up, it'll be dark.
Come on.
We passed as a 20-something couple with my mom.
Who is a little memory-challenged.
I mean, us clubbing is different.
I wasn't suggesting we go clubbing.
(sighs) Um...
I'll just ask Nina.
Yeah.
MAN: Hey, Josie!
MAN 2: Hey, Lindsey!
MAN 3: Hey, Mark!
(indistinct conversation, dance music playing)
Hey, um, I don't think my assistant RSVP'd...
If you're not on the list, you're not getting in.
Listen to me-- Trent!
Hey!
Oh, my God! This is amazing!
It's been a few years.
We met at the opening of Hyperion, July, 2007.
Total downpour. I was with Kate Moss.
She had on these amazing leather pants.
You saved them with that giant umbrella of yours.
Yeah. Great to see you.
Wow, it's like a super power.
I got it from a picture off one of those blogs.
(dance music playing)
Hey, isn't that Ashley Phillips and her publicist?
Wonder what they're arguing about?
Huh. Maybe Ashley's wearing a dress from last season.
Well, let's go find out then.
*
Are you kidding? It's like five carats--
you could get tons for that.
It was, like, really special, though.
Like my grammy-- she's so old-school,
it was like her bride-prize.
*
Excuse me-- you're Ashley Phillips, right?
And you're Laurel Harrison?
I'm Carrie.
This is my colleague Nina.
We're developing a show, actually,
about society girls-- celebutantes.
I know the timing's a little weird with...
with Kelly Latimer's disappearance.
Please-- this whole "gone missing"thing
is total garbage.
Ashley's just not used to not being the center of attention.
I get it! Come on! She stole your boyfriend!
And he probably needs a shoulder to cry on right now.
And take back Kelly's sloppy thirds?
No, thank you.
Oh, good! Oh, that's good to hear.
'Cause we were sort of concerned about likability.
Oh, my God! Ashley is so likable.
(text alert chimes) Like, so, those rumors
that you were together with Dean last night...
What?! Oh, my God! Where'd you see that?
Nothing happened. He was upset.
We'd literally just broken up.
(phone buzzing) Oh! I'm buzzing...
Sorry.
It's the boss.
Hello?
Homeless guy found her.
Saw her in the water.
Stopped at 3:12. Approximate time of death.
NINA: That's weird. It's a Rolex.
It's not supposed to stop.
Probably a fake, since she's a fake Latimer.
Actually, all the Latimers are fake.
Oil money, Texas-- they don't exist.
10,000 friends and nobody knew who she was.
And neither do we.
Anything from the Missing Persons database?
Eh, it's hard without a name.
Checked with the Bureau,
ran a photo through facial recognition-- nothing.
Autopsy report.
Whoever she was, she had water in her lungs.
So she's alive when she hits the water.
Any toxicology?
Blood shows significant levels of alcohol, Vicodin and Xanax.
Mm.
I think we gotta look at suicide here, boss.
Boyfriend and publicist both said
she was really emotional; bad breakup;
no mercy on the blogs...
Anyone who's gonna invent a whole new life like that
gotta be a little screwy to begin with.
I disagree.
We have no idea if this girl was suicidal.
And what about the drag marks by the bench?
What, did she drag herself into the water?
And the car was still running, by the way.
Oh, you're gonna kill yourself
if you're not thinking about saving gas.
Where her body went into the water,
it was two feet down.
I mean, there are 787 bridges in this city.
You want to off yourself,
there are better places to do it.
And there's the lacerations on her face.
So she was knocked around in the river for 24 hours.
Nope. I say we go back to the boyfriend.
We know they fought.
Yeah, but Ashley corroborated his alibi.
Doesn't mean anything.
They could've been in on it together.
Maybe... maybe someone found out
she wasn't who she said she was.
Or maybe someone from her real past caught up with her.
Look, we don't know anything about this girl.
I think... I think the way we figure out
how her life ended is to figure out where it began.
I agree. Let's find out
when our Jane Doe became Kelly Latimer.
Photos, employment records-- whatever's out there.
Um... 787 bridges, huh?
Really?
'Cause I got 786.
Spuyten Duyvil Railroad Bridge.
Reopened in '92.
You... 787.
You're right.
I'm in complete shock.
And then I find out she's not even who I thought she was.
So you had no idea.
No! I had to find out from the Huffington Post.
This has never happened to me before.
Um, Page Six. Again.
Call back.
So, when you dealt with her apartment, car...
I had her driver's license.
I'm not the DMV.
MIKE: Of course.
What about strangers?
Anyone you didn't recognize?
Oh, my God.
There was this guy...
totally accosted Kelly
at Hyperion-- Trent's other club.
She said he was some random stranger.
Had him tossed, but she was totally freaked out.
Maybe the security camera picked up something.
No. With clientele like that, Trent doesn't allow it.
Too many privacy issues.
But paparazzi might have caught something.
Zeke...
This is the first record we have of Kelly Latimer--
the day she quit waitressing at the Full Moon diner.
Ah! Hey, there's your boy Trent from the club.
She looks so innocent.
It's hard to believe it was only 11 months ago.
Hey, maybe Trent met her at the diner.
You know, they get a big after-hours crowd.
We get a resume on her?
Nah. The manager at the diner didn't have one.
But he said she worked there about seven months.
I don't know before that.
So, as far as we're concerned,
Kelly Latimer was 18 months old.
Maybe if we figure out what happened to her 18 months ago.
I don't know.
She could have had a lifetime before that to be...
disappointed or terrified or...
whatever it was that drove her
to become Kelly.
You know, even if you throw your past away...
there's always something you hold on to.
Let's take another look at Kelly's apartment.
MANAGER: They broke into Kelly's apartment.
They stole everything.
Paparazzi, man.
Probably auctioning it all off on eBay.
NINA: All right, we're just gonna look around, okay?
All right, so what, exactly, are you expecting to find here?
I don't know.
I'll let you know when I find it.
NINA: What is it?
Wait a sec.
She has a snow globe.
It says "Mountain State."
Kelly's real name is Leanne Farley.
She's from Huntington, West Virginia.
Went missing 18 months ago.
Her husband Joe Farley filed a missing persons report
with the local police.
Husband?! Not a loving one.
Guy was arrested twice for beating her up.
One of those times, she ended up in the hospital.
She never pressed charges.
My guess is she was too scared.
You got a mug shot of this guy?
Mike got this
from Laurel Harrison's photographer.
The guy who was stalking her.
Same guy.
It's the husband.
* When someone shows you the way... *
(door bangs open) Police!
(women screaming) Get your hands up!
Get 'em up!
You're under arrest.
For what?
Well, possession, for one.
From the looks of it, solicitation.
Your boss misses you, Joe.
All of a sudden, you tell him you need a vacation.
Two weeks turn into three...
A little sightseeing in the Big Apple,
murder your estranged wife-- brilliant!
Put it all, hotel room included,
on your credit card.
Even more brilliant.
How'd you find her?
I didn't kill her, okay?
Just answer the question.
Neighbor saw her picture in some celebrity magazine...
with the name Kelly Latimer.
Latimer's the name of her first dog.
Hey, so what?
You Googled her, found out she's at Hyperion Thursday night--
She wiped out my bank account, okay?
15 grand! Then took off.
Yeah, I'd be pissed, too. So what happened?
You confronted her,
and when she wouldn't give you your money back...
She gave me the money.
Look, I didn't even know she was dead until you guys showed up.
You want to know where I've been?
Go ask the bartender at the hotel.
I been there every night.
Hotel like that-- a soda costs, what,
like, ten bucks?
I mean, you tear through 15 grand pretty fast.
So who's paying the bill, Joe?
You blackmailing your wife?
What? No.
Look, Jethro, we got you on possession, solicitation--
you're screwed.
So if you tell us
what really went on... we might soften the hit.
Or not. And we add your wife's murder to the list.
You got a motive.
You're an angry spouse with a record...
She gave me $150,000, okay?
Plus she promised ten a month.
That's a lot of interest on 15 grand.
Why would I kill her and ruin that?
The Latimers don't exist, so where'd she get all that cash?
One of her fancy friends?
It'd take a really close friend
to lend you that much money.
I don't think she had any.
Boyfriend Dean's got a history of dealing.
There was no drugs found in her apartment,
no paraphernalia.
So how does a fake heiress come up with all that cash?
Are you kidding?
It's like five carats-- you could get tons for that.
It was, like, really special, though.
Like, my grammy-- she's so old-school.
It was like her bride-prize.
Are you kidding?
It's like five carats-- you could get tons for that.
It was, like, really special, though.
Like, my grammy-- she's so old-school...
Hey, Mike. Yep.
Kelly's robbery-- you got that complaint report?
Uh... yeah, it's right here.
Thanks. Why?
No reason.
TRENT: Your whole Kate Moss story...
I should have known.
Too many details.
People always do that when they're lying.
Did you know Kelly was lying, Trent?
That was a shocker.
Looks like she lied
about her robbery, too.
Complaint report said it happened
just off Vandam, which is right around the corner
from your club.
Rough neighborhood.
Yeah, it would seem so.
Cartier watch, Tiffany locket, Dior brooch--
all reported stolen from in or around your club
in the last five months.
I know. We've got some security issues. Yeah.
One of our hostesses was borrowing20s
from the cash register every night,
a bouncer got caught snooping around the coat check.
That's an awful lot of detail, Trent.
You want to know how I think it all goes down?
Lot of young girls in your club, rich,
trust funds are okay.
Problem is Daddy won't let them get their hands
on the cash.
Course, if you have Grandma Charlotte's watch
or Aunt Lauren's locket,
or a rented Harry Winston necklace,
well, who knows how much those are worth?
All you need is someone to arrange it, right?
I don't care about fencing
Sweet 16 gifts, okay? I don't.
I care about a dead girl.
This is,
this is the first photo we've got of Kelly in New York.
Farewell dinner at the diner.
What was your toast?
That she was the hardest-working heiress I'd ever met.
I'd come in 2:00, 3:00 in the morning.
She was always there with that beautiful smile.
Kelly Latimer,
of the Texas Latimers.
Tell me about the necklace.
She told me it was a family heirloom.
Was I mad when
I found out it was one of those rental jobs? Sure.
But I would never do anything to hurt Kelly.
What about the people you sold it to?
They don't care.
They paid 150K, they got a deal.
Okay.
Does anyone else know about this?
A few days after our "robbery,"
Dean came around asking all these questions.
I think he suspected something.
Look, when I found out where Kelly'd come from,
the life she'd lived, it all made sense.
She just wanted to be loved,
that's all.
You know, if Dean found out about the necklace,
he probably found out about her past.
Felt betrayed, angry.
Angry enough to kill her?
You know, I did something like this once.
I mean, I didn't
pretend to be rich or anything but, um,
about five years ago, I was traveling through
Northern California.
I stopped in this small town. It was beautiful.
I met this guy.
You know how
you go to a bar, a guy asks you your name,
and for fun, you say I'm a stewardess called Wendy.
You were Wendy?
No, I was Kate.
I just, I thought
it was gonna be one night.
And...
then we really liked each other.
Maybe I was just trying to prove something to myself;
that I could be normal; have a normal relationship,
a normal life.
So, what happened?
Were you in love with him?
I don't know. No.
No?
It was nice.
I wasn't a cop, I wasn't chasing a killer,
I wasn't... me.
Kind of got to take a vacation from myself, you know?
And then I realized I'd dragged
this really...
decent guy into a lie.
And I didn't, I didn't know how to tell him,
so I just... left.
But if he'd found out...
I don't know.
And you think maybe Dean found out about Kelly
and couldn't handle it?
I think Dean is all about Dean.
I don't know what he'd do.
I think he'd probably just write a memoir about it.
Maybe.
(Dean Claman reading aloud indistinctly)
They wouldn't stay white for long,
but on that Christmas Sunday,
I realized I was finally home.
(applause)
Dean's memoir is set in 2009.
Okay.
December 25, 2009, was not a Sunday.
It was a Friday.
So I got the day of the week wrong.
And, Dean, that's not all you got wrong.
See, I've been to Southeast Asia.
That's just one of 12 inconsistencies in
the first 60 pages.
This isn't a memoir, it's fiction.
It's not.
Maybe that cut on your face
from shaving, maybe
that's fiction, too.
Maybe the truth is you got it from dumping
your girlfriend's body in the East River.
What?! No!
So, what?
Kelly needed money, threatened to expose your book as a lie?
Kelly's the one who wasn't telling the truth.
Oh, so you did know about her past.
No.
Yes.
I figured it out.
When? The night she was murdered?
Kelly-- um, Leanne, whatever--
she was acting really weird after the necklace was stolen.
She didn't even seem upset.
I started asking around, ended up with Trent.
He told me to talk to Kelly.
And that's when she told you the truth
and that's what the fight was about.
It was a lot to digest:
who she was...
that she was married.
But I didn't kill her.
You lied in your book, you lied the first time we talked.
Come on! I was with her the night before.
I knew that the building guy heard us.
And you were right, I didn't cut myself shaving.
She scratched me
when I tried to leave.
(sighs)
She was so upset.
She knew I made that stuff up in my book.
She didn't care.
But when she was honest with me, I couldn't be there for her.
I couldn't do the same.
What difference does it make if her name was Kelly or Leanne?
When she needed me, I wasn't there for her.
Oh, I'd say.
You were with Ashley.
You guys break up and you go
running to your ex, who just happens to be
the person who hates her most in the world.
(chuckles)
(sighs)
You don't get it.
What don't I get?
I want my lawyer.
Listen, Dean, you may think you need to protect yourself.
It's not about me.
I want a lawyer.
Please, this whole "gone missing" thing is total garbage.
Ashley's just not used to not being the center of attention.
NINA: He probably needs a shoulder to cry on right now.
And take back Kelly's sloppy thirds? No, thank you.
(text alert chimes)
You're right.
It's not about you.
GOLDFARB: Well, Detective, I hope
you brought us here for a reason.
My client's had to rearrange her entire schedule.
How you doing, Ashley?
We haven't see you since, what, Trent's?
Yeah, "reality producers." You guys were good. I mean it.
It's just part of the job. You were good, too.
Thanks...
You know, the whole celebutante rival, hating Kelly Latimer...
It's just part of your job, right?
If you have
a question, ask it.
How do you do it?
Act like you hate her?
Trash her in the press? What do you mean?
How do you do it day after day to someone who was your friend?
Look, either explain what you're after...
We tracked both yours and Kelly's cell phone locations
for the past couple of weeks.
These are from last Sunday afternoon.
Four hours, both your phones pinged off
the exact same tower from 60th and Lex
all the way to Coney Island.
If I didn't know you guys were mortal enemies,
I'd say you were hanging out.
What were you and Laurel Harrison
arguing about in the club before we came over?
I don't remember.
You seemed pretty upset.
Your friend goes missing,
she's probably dead,
your publicist says to you, "Don't worry."
No tears, not a drop of concern.
The show must go on, right?
"That whole 'gone missing' thing, that was total garbage."
That was your line. It was good. You were good. So good,
that Laurel texted you right after
to tell you how good it was.
All right... This whole thing...
was an act!
We're done here. It was an act!
just admit it!
This is ridiculous.
Don't touch me.
Of course it was an act!
Laurel invented this whole "Kelly versus me" thing.
She kept saying it would create "buzz" for both of us,
and that we'd get really famous, like... Kardashian famous.
And we did.
But... it wasn't worth it.
We could never be seen together.
(sighs heavily)
She was my best friend.
That night, when Dean told me
how much she was hurting, I couldn't even call her,
I couldn't go to her when she needed me the most.
I wasn't allowed to.
I'm sorry, Kelly.
Best friends? I thought Ashley stole Kelly's boyfriend. No.
Apparently, Ashley and Dean were just for show.
But Ashley and Kelly were for real.
That's why Dean went to Ashley's.
He'd just had this big fight with Kelly,
and he wanted her best friend to take care of her.
Ashley felt she couldn't go to Kelly,
because they were supposed to be enemies.
So she called Laurel.
Right. And she told her what had happened,
and that she was worried about her.
Laurel said she'd check in with Kelly.
I said I'd check in.
But I was working.
I was just trying to get her off the phone.
I couldn't even hear what Ashley was saying, it was so loud.
Did you hear the part about Kelly not being Kelly?
And I didn't believe a word of it.
It was just Ashley tearing Kelly down once again.
You know, we understand that you have to spin things
for the press-- that's business.
We get it.
But we know that Ashley and Kelly were best friends.
We know that.
Is that what Ashley told you?
Such a drama queen.
Now that she's dead, they're best friends.
Makes her look good.
You didn't talk to Kelly that night, right?
No. I told the other guys.
Zeke took the call.
Don't you guys share notes?
(no voice)
CARRIE: We've taken up enough of your time.
Thank you for coming in.
Hey, listen, do you mind
if we hang on to Zeke for a few minutes?
Just want to ask him a couple questions.
Not at all.
Zeke, Zeke, Zeke.
Always in the background.
But I think you know exactly what's going on.
That's what makes me a good assistant.
We looked into you a little.
Turns out, in the last five years, three of the people
you work for ended up being sued, arrested, or worse.
But you...
you just walked away, clean as a whistle.
Just lucky, I guess.
Oh, yeah. Thing is, I don't believe in luck. Do you?
Not really.
There's a reason you always land on your feet, Zeke.
You got a good way of protecting yourself, don't you?
I don't know what you guys are talking about.
Let me enlighten you.
Trent Gorney told me that you and Laurel arranged
for him to fence Kelly's necklace. See, I thought
it was Kelly's idea, but it's getting real clear
who's calling the shots around here.
Look...
Laurel was trying to help Kelly pay back her crazy husband.
I was just doing my job.
You should put that on a T-shirt.
Want to know what I think?
I think Dean didn't know Kelly's real identity.
I don't even think her best friend
knew who she was.
But Laurel... well, she's a pro.
She would have done her homework.
I think Laurel created Kelly Latimer, made up this whole
"It Girl" feuding story, even hired a little crook like Trent
when Kelly needed cash.
Then, one day, Kelly decides
she wants the world to know who she really is.
Only problem is...
that's going to expose the truth about Laurel, too.
Look, I don't know anything.
You said you took Kelly's phone call that night?
AL: It was the last call she ever made.
CARRIE: Zeke...
if you got a way to protect yourself this time,
I'd definitely use it.
She just left.
I recorded the phone call.
Let's hear it.
You two again.
We found someone we like for Kelly Latimer's murder.
He was following her to clubs and stuff
for a couple of weeks.
We even caught him back at the crime scene.
It would really help if you could come and I.D. him.
Of course. I'll try.
Thank you.
I don't understand.
Is the guy here?
The person who killed Kelly? Yeah.
So?
We know you were here with Kelly
the night she was murdered, Laurel.
No, I wasn't.
I had no idea where she was.
CARRIE: So you never
talked to her on the telephone?
I've told you a million times, I never talked to her.
That's really interesting, because, um...
...we got this from your assistant.
LAUREL (on recording): Hey, honey, I'm at an event.
What's going on?
KELLY (on recording, crying): Dean and I broke up.
I told him. About me.
LAUREL: You what?
KELLY: Don't be mad, Laurel. He figured it out.
LAUREL: What did you say to him? Kelly?
Did you tell him about the necklace?
KELLY: I'm so sorry, Laurel.
I can't live like this...
LAUREL: Oh, my God.
Do you understand what you just did?
Do you understand what will happen?
KELLY: I don't care! I'm sick of pretending.
I won't do it anymore.
Please, Laurel. Help me.
You're my friend.
LAUREL: Where are you?
KELLY: At the river, in the park.
Where Dean and I always go.
LAUREL: Stay there. I'm coming right now.
Zeke didn't take her call, you did.
Zeke recorded it.
That doesn't prove anything.
So I told her I was going to meet her.
Doesn't mean I actually did.
That's true.
But the thing is...
we found a hair underneath her fingernail,
and I have a feeling when the DNA results come back,
it's going to match yours.
And that will prove something.
I didn't want to hurt her.
I just...
She was sitting right here...
...going on and on,
about... Dean and Ashley, and how much she loved them.
She was going to go off, start a new life.
She had a life here!
I gave it to her!
She passed out.
I felt her pulse.
She'd taken so many drugs, she was practically dead already.
And I thought...
You thought it would solve all your problems.
She had everything that anyone could want.
And she wanted to die.
No, she didn't.
She wanted a friend.
Since when did we have DNA from under Kelly's fingernails?
We didn't.
I made it up.
You lied?
Yeah. I'm good at it.
You know, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you.
For... for what?
The Kate thing. Oh...
Yeah, I should never have told you about that.
No, no.
No, it's... I'm sure it freaked you out. No.
No, no. no. It freaked you out.
It did not. It freaked you out.
It didn't freak me out.
Just made me realize how long it's been.
Nine years.
Sometime you'll tell me about all these lives you've lived.
Oh... or not.
Kate was just someone I...
needed to be at the time.
I never thought I'd say this,
but I'm, I'm kind of okay with...
where I am right now, you know?
And, uh...
that's why I'm going to ask you...
not to come and see my mom with me again.
But you might have the chance to be with her again.
That's not who I am anymore.
It's not who we are anymore.
Yeah.
There's that.
(Carol Burnett whistling on TV, studio audience laughing)
You sure you're not related to her?
(laughs)
Yes, I'm sure.
Excuse me. Carrie, if you have those new contracts...
Ah, yes. I have the contracts.
Folder... here.
Wonderful.
Carrie...
why do you have a drawing of Jonathan?
What?
Jonathan.
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