* Let's fall in love
* Why shouldn't we fall in love? *
* Now is the time for it while we are young *
* Let's fall in love...
AL: This is it-- 872.
CARRIE: You're kidding.
AL: Why
I... I think it's beautiful.
I'm just...
Wow.
What do you say we officially christen the place?
Do you mean carry me over the threshold?
If you're gonna do something, do it right.
Really? Mm-hmm.
Don't drop me.
I've always wanted to live in a brownstone.
And now you do.
And now I do.
Look at this.
Mm-hmm. Careful.
Our fancy neighbors will see.
That's the idea.
You know...
this whole marriage thing isn't so bad.
* Let's fall in love.
AL: Hey, can you hear me?
CARRIE : I would hear you better
if you'd stopped shouting. Where are you?
That Japanese place on Green with the amazing sushi
where we went after we closed the Burrell case.
Yashin, yes, and it was after the Zuniga case, actually.
Right, so what did I get again?
It was some kind of roll with, uh, sea eel and something.
What am I?
Your personal Zagat guide?
Come on, I know you remember.
It's almost my turn.
Fine, fine, fine.
You ordered a dragon roll, which, by the way,
no self-respecting sushi lover would...
Now, wait. I liked what you had with the sauce.
Shinko. River fish.
River fish. Got it.
Remember you kept leaning across the table to get
at mine, and you got a stain on your tie,
which, by the way, was an improvement on that tie.
Thank you.
Did you want something?
Yeah, I want river fish.
Hold on. I got a call.
There you go.
Can I help you?
Al Burns.
Got it. On my way.
Mister, you want to order or not?
Next time.
Hey, can you meet me somewhere?
(camera shutter clicks, garbled radio transmission)
MAN: Victims are, uh, Glen and Ianna Truman.
Married, two kids in college.
He's some kind of ad exec, she works for the Guggenheim.
Only things missing are the wedding rings.
Just like the others, huh? Yep.
Just like the others? What
Excuse me just one second.
Yeah.
Three and a half years ago, Green and I worked homicide
together in Queens.
We had two cases just like this one.
Husband and wife, affluent like this.
Killed like this.
Wedding rings gone, too.
Any suspects?
AL: No arrests, nothing.
All we had-- matching ballistics from
a .40-caliber. Then, a few months in,
we found out about two other couples-- Columbus, Ohio, 2008.
Same exact M.O.
Two sets of two.
We kept at it, but the trail went cold.
I guess it's heating up.
Alicia and Harvey Reid-- that's the first couple we found.
Killed in 2010, both shot multiple times in the chest.
Married 18 years.
Two beautiful kids. How was the marriage?
By all accounts, solid as a rock.
They were both investment bankers,
on the boards of a dozen charities.
We couldn't find a single person
with a bad thing to say about them.
Yeah, well, someone had a problem with them.
What's with the missing wedding rings?
No idea, but in each case,
more expensive jewelry was left untouched.
Then, one week later,
Lexie and Donald Grant.
Successful art dealers.
Penthouse in Chelsea, same M.O.
MURRAY: Killing couples
is a pretty rare
serial killer profile.
I mean, you got the Zodiac killer out in California.
He killed couples.
Son of Sam shot at several
couples parked in their cars.
Yeah, but all those victims were teenagers,
early 20s at most.
The affluence and age of these couples
doesn't fit any pattern we can find. Mm-hmm.
Murray, if you could get on the ballistics.
I'm guessing .40-caliber.
With some luck, we should be able to match them.
You got it.
Burns
AL: What, it's not major enough
for Major Crimes?
I didn't say that.
I said we had limited resources,
and the choice of how
to allocate those resources belongs to me.
We're talking about a series of double homicides
that I believe are related.
I know you have history with this, but a serial killer
who randomly targets wealthy middle
Oh, I get it.
It's the headlines, right?
Al, fortunately and unfortunately,
when we take on a case,
a certain amount of media attention generally follows.
Yeah, you don't want your rich friends
waking up to the news they're being stalked
in their own homes.
I am simply asking that, despite your personal convictions,
we not jump to any conclusions.
You don't have to jump to these conclusions.
They're staring you in the face!
Fine, use the team.
But you got 48 hours to work this up as a serial killer.
After that, we're gonna dump it down to Midtown South
as a home invasion homicide.
Fine, but by the way,
you hired me for my personal convictions.
WEBSTER: 48 hours, really?
I'm gonna have to put a rush on all my tests.
You know what? Those lab techs owe me.
I am practically the only one that goes to their bake sales.
You have bake sales in forensics?
Oh, you would be so surprised to see
what a little centrifuging does to lemon meringue.
Okay, so... we have the obvious.
Cause of death-- gunshot wound to the upper
thoracic region caused by a 40-millimeter projectile.
Markings consistent
with a Sig Sauer P250 handgun.
Was the same weapon used?
Inconclusive.
But why these particular couples?
The only connecting factor
is that he takes their wedding rings.
That's a bonus grab.
Those wedding rings were probably worth a pretty penny.
So, you got nothing unusual, Jo?
You know what?
I don't know.
My predecessors in Queens were not known
for their intellectual curiosity.
Mmm.
Am I being catty? Mm-hmm.
Oh, good.
Okay, take a look at this from 2010.
"Unidentified hairs found on the victim."
Mrs. Grant, Lexie.
Now, a simple scan
with an electron microscope would have indicated
that the scale pattern was equine,
not human, but did they bother to look?
No.
GREEN: Victims are, uh,
Glen and Ianna Truman.
Married, two kids in college.
He's some kind of ad exec, she works for the Guggenheim.
Equine. Horse hair.
Exactly.
WOMAN: God, it's a tragedy.
Yeah, I know the Truman girls.
Everyone loves them.
I can't imagine how they'll get through this.
That's Annie.
What about Talia Grant, Lexie Grant's daughter
You know her? Let me see if I can find her.
I'm just wondering if maybe
they shared the same instructor or something.
Oh, I'm not sure.
Here we go.
This is Talia Grant's class.
No, her instructor was Claudia Baker, but she
left us over two years ago.
There's a Brenner in both of these classes.
Those are Eileen Brenner's kids.
She's coming by here later today with one of her daughters.
Thanks.
JAY: So we're talking
Eileen and Howard Brenner.
Married 15 years. They live up in Scarsdale.
Turns out they have two daughters.
One who rode with Annie Truman,
and the older daughter, who rode with Talia Grant back in 2010.
Okay, so they took riding lessons together.
Great. You got more?
Don't I always, Al? For starters, I got a series
of cell phone calls in 2010 from Donald Grant to Eileen Brenner.
So? Their kids are in the same class.
They're making carpool plans.
Yeah, but how do you explain calls
from the two other dead husbands,
Truman and Reid, to Mrs. Brenner, as well?
And the fact that the number they used to call her
isn't the same one her own husband used to call her.
Now, that's some pretty secret carpool plans.
I don't know. They're all having affairs with Eileen Brenner?
I don't buy it.
And by all accounts,
these marriages were strong.
Okay, go ahead.
What?
Ask me if I have more.
Jay.
Right.
So, after I found those calls,
I took all the data you worked up
from the first two homicides.
Cell phone records, bank statements, duplicated
with Brenners and our last victims, the Trumans.
Lot of data. Which is why
I ran it through an NSA data mining search engine, and...
found... that.
What is that?
Those empty spaces represent
three-hour time blocks
of no cell phone use.
Which means none of the husbands made any calls,
used any cards or checked any e-mail accounts within those
three hours.
Wait a second. I know those dates.
August 8, August 17.
The Reid and Grant murders.
Exactly. Those couples were killed within 12 hours
of the husband going dark.
Same goes true for Glen Truman
and his wife Ianna yesterday.
So, the question is,
what were they doing in those three hours?
I might have an answer.
Turns out our Eileen Brenner wasn't always Eileen Brenner.
Meet the former Eileen Hanson.
Complete with a criminal history.
A prostitution charge. MURRAY: Oh, several.
Out of Florida 17 years ago.
After graduating college,
she and a couple sorority sisters apparently
started a little call girl ring.
Our squeaky clean Scarsdale soccer mom was once a hooker.
Prostitution. Three hours sounds about right.
Eileen Brenner?
That's right.
NYPD. Like to ask you a few questions
about Donald Grant.
I'm sorry. Who?
Donald Grant.
Um, that name isn't familiar.
What about Harvey Reid or Glen Truman?
I'm sorry.
Beth, I'll be in, in a minute.
I'm not talking to you.
CARRIE: Eileen,
do you own an apartment on East 20th Street?
I may.
Well, if I was paying $6,300 a month
and running an escort service out of it, I think I'd know.
Mom, is everything okay?
Yeah.
Go on ahead. It's fine.
Look, Eileen, we're not here to judge you.
I-I don't care how you make your money.
But you are the only thing that connects us
to six victims in a multiple homicide.
Wait. Homicide?
Yes. So, if you know anything at all,
right now is the time to talk.
I don't know anything about anybody being killed.
AL: We're going to need
the phone numbers and identities of all your workers.
I can't give you that information.
Eileen, did you hear what I just said?
I'm sorry. I can't give you their names...
because I don't know them.
What do you mean, she doesn't know who works for her?
That's how she runs it. She only know her girls by aliases
and their disposable cell phone numbers.
Okay, so all the husbands used the same escort service
and the same apartment.
That doesn't mean it's the same killer.
Which leaves you...
39 hours.
Oh, by the way,
I assume that you tipped off Vice to the arrest?
What arrest? Okay...
I hesitate to ask this,
but how exactly did you leave things with Mrs. Brenner?
We told her to keep doing what she's been doing.
In fact, we insisted.
Oh, good. You insisted
that she continue to operate a criminal enterprise.
We're not interested in a prostitution bust.
We're trying to find a killer,
who's probably about to kill again,
and Eileen Brenner's service is the only thing that connects
all our victims. Great.
So now Major Crimes is in business with prostitutes.
That a problem?
So Brenner only knows her girls
through their cell phones, right?
Yeah, and they were all burner cells, so dead end.
Maybe not. I tracked down the serial numbers on the phones,
and check this out.
Most of the phones were purchased
at a campus bookstore at Hudson University.
A college? Oh, come on.
She's recruiting students?
Maybe.
Me and Murray are gonna head over there right now.
MAN: Yeah, sure. Uh, prepaid disposables
are popular, what with, you know, two-year plans--
you get locked in, they're super expensive.
And, uh, the kids love the whole privacy element.
Well, it would be very helpful
if we could take a look at your past sales records.
Sure, um, I mean, I'd need to see
if we can generate those kinds of receipts.
We can get you the phone
I.D. numbers if that'll help you find them.
So, now, you looking for phones
or, uh, the folks who bought 'em?
We'd like to know who bought these specific phones, yeah.
See, now, that I don't know about.
That might be a little tougher.
Harvey, this is a pretty important investigation.
No, right, yeah, you said, um...
"Major Squad" or whatever.
It's just that I'm not so sure
what I'm allowed to do,
and I really feel like I should
give the dean's office a call.
Huh.
Go ahead.
Yeah, sure. I'll call. Go for it.
You'll have to excuse Harvey.
The bookstore's sort of his domain.
He actually attended Hudson,
uh, dropped out sophomore year,
and he's been at that bookstore ever since.
I get it. My cousin Chrissy,
she's been a junior over at Bennington
for five years now, so...
Uh, Detectives, uh, if what you suspect
regarding these cell phones is true,
it would obviously be quite disturbing to us.
Well, Dean Proctor, we're not suggesting
the university was aware of this activity.
The truth is, we were aware.
Excuse me?
About five years ago, a couple parents raised concerns
about certain income that their children couldn't account for.
And we conducted an internal investigation
and found that several of our students were engaged
in this sort of... activity.
The-the students that were involved were asked
to withdraw, which they did immediately
when faced with our evidence.
Sir, we're gonna
need access to your records.
There are no records.
Um, after we were
convinced that the activity had ceased,
we destroyed all records
of our investigation.
You destroyed records of criminal activity
to spare the school some embarrassment?
It wasn't only the school that was spared embarrassment.
Our investigation uncovered the identity
of many of these girls' clients.
I assure you, if you had seen that list,
you would've appreciated our discretion.
People are being killed,
Dean Proctor.
If you or your university has obstructed our investigation
in any way, your endowment will be the least of your concerns.
CARRIE: Have you ever seen any of these men going in or out
of Eileen Brenner's apartment?
I don't know.
There's some medical offices on the first floor,
the psychologist and a podiatrist.
So there's a lot of foot traffic.
No pun intended.
You got a hard drive for these?
DVR's been out a while.
Don't want to record any faces, huh?
Hey, I just work the door.
Sure you do.
I got two in the front.
Should take in the whole sitting area.
And one back here.
I could rig up a special just for the bed.
No, that's okay.
We just want to I.D. the clients and the girls.
We don't need the whole show.
This is all just... sad.
CARRIE: What, you mean rich married guys sleeping with girls
young enough to be their daughters?
Yeah, and then the rich
married guys get killed.
You know, it seems like... whoever's doing this
is making a point about these men.
But why kill the wives?
All right, what if it's not the men?
What-what if it's the marriages?
All of these couples, they seem... perfect. Mmm.
The money, public displays of romance.
Storybook relationships.
Every one a lie. Every one a lie.
What if our killer is punishing the hypocrites?
Husband and wife.
Mmm.
Hey. Surveillance camera picked up our first one.
Already? She should be in class.
Use your head, girl.
Showtime.
Am I alone in feeling
like I don't want to watch this?
What, you mean rich married guys
sleeping with girls young enough
to be their daughters?
Yeah, and then the rich married guys get killed.
That clock.
Wait a second.
When we were there this morning, it was accurate.
Now it's says 3:34. What time is it, Jay?
It's, uh, 2:34. It's an hour off.
So someone went in after we left and changed it.
But why?
Let's find out who it was.
You put a camera in the clock.
Okay, but I didn't kill anybody.
Not only do you record these girls and their johns,
you stupidly record the time and date.
We found these in your apartment.
"September 15, 5:45 p.m."
Glen Truman. September 15.
You were working that day.
You saw him come in, you saw him go out.
You followed him home, and you murdered him and his wife.
No! No, I swear to you, no!
All three men were in the building when you were working.
All three couples were murdered when you weren't.
Am I missing something here?
I'm telling you, all I did was set up the nanny cam
in the clock. I didn't kill anyone!
I swear!
I'm just a perv.
Jay, you get anything off the videos?
I think our doorman shouldn't quit his day job.
His shot selection is awful,
and with the films taken together--
forget it-- this man displays
a certain narrative monotony, you know what I'm saying?
All right, you think he's our guy or not?
I doubt it.
His alibi for the Truman killings checks out.
He did record all three of our victims
but each with a different woman.
I sent the pictures of the girls to that dean
over at Hudson University to see if he can help I.D. them.
All right, so the question is,
if the link isn't one escort,
does anything tie these victims together
other than their profiles?
Well, our killer chooses his victims, right?
So if it's not the doorman, where does he see 'em?
You know, usually these high-end operations,
the girls like to check out the johns first.
Some public place,
restaurant, nightclub.
Only problem is, because of the number system,
we can't ask Brenner. She wouldn't know.
Yeah. It's not like we can ask the victims.
You know what? Maybe there is someone we can ask.
With what Brenner charges these guys, you figure
they got to be heavy hitters, right?
Mm-hmm. I think I even
recognize a couple of them.
If we can get 'em to talk to us,
maybe we're in business.
They don't have to talk to us.
You look good, Eliot. You lose some weight?
Uh, no, actually, I have put on a few pounds.
Stress eating. Ah.
Don't I know it. So...
how's the new gig treating you? Uh...
seems like you're getting a lot of nice press out of it.
It's going well. Thanks.
And, uh, yes, we do get the press.
Listen, I'm sorry to cut to the chase,
but I have a meeting later.
Exploratory committee.
I'm thinking about throwing the old hat in: mayor,
2017.
On the Q.T.
Q.T.
Of course, I am accepting support of all kinds.
Uh, it's funny.
I have something that I need to speak with you about
on the... Q.T. also.
And what's that?
Does the name Eileen Brenner
mean anything to you?
Well, I meet a lot of people.
Should it?
She is a madam.
And you are a fairly reliable customer of hers, so...
yeah, it should.
No idea what you're talking about.
I-I didn't want to do this, Stanton.
You trying to shake me down, Eliot?
God, no. No.
Although, now that you mention it,
should these aspirations of yours come to fruition, I'm...
I'm sure I'll think of something.
Fine.
What do you want?
The bar's called the Windover, between Lex and Park on 57th.
According to Stanton, all the first meets take place there.
I'm telling you, this guy hasn't been this speechless
since the Dinkins administration.
He'll do anything for us-- he'll set up meets, give us names--
as long as we keep his name out of it.
We don't need him.
He was practically begging to wear a wire.
What do you mean, we don't need him?
He doesn't fit the profile of our victims.
Stanton Ward is divorced.
Our guy's not going to target him.
Burns, believe me, this guy will be of help us.
Oh, he's already helped us.
We know where the girls make their first meet.
What's the plan? We just sit and wait
for the perfect married john to show up,
which could be God knows when.
CARRIE: No, we don't have to wait.
Hey. Oh.
No, see, I hate it when you do this.
Do what? You know.
Have Burns soften me up with a jab, then you come in
at the perfect moment with the left hook.
I prefer to think of it as an uppercut.
Listen, Eliot, I think whoever we're after is a person
who grew up in a world that was perfect on the outside
but rotten on the inside.
By killing these married couples,
this person, in their mind, is killing their own parents,
the ones who made them suffer behind closed doors
by denying the lies in their own marriage.
This person is targeting
perfect couples, ones who seem too good to be real
because they aren't real.
All right, I'll buy your profile.
But where do we find such a couple?
Al, will you marry me?
Thought you'd never ask. Ah.
MAN: What can I get you, sir?
I'll have your best Irish whiskey, neat.
CARRIE: You could order a martini or something, Al.
Irish whiskey is a little cop bar,
don't you think?
I like to taste my whiskey.
How do I look?
Uh, suit's a little tight.
CARRIE: Well,
that's 'cause it fits.
CARRIE: Wow, that was quick.
Hey.
Hey yourself.
That whiskey?
Irish. Can I get you one?
Only cops drink Irish.
CARRIE: I told you.
You're not a cop, are you?
: Scotland Yard, retired.
Nah, I wish.
I play around a little with hedge funds.
I never know what that actually means.
Well, it means I'm a little boring...
I have time to kill
and... maybe some cash to burn.
You want to burn some on me?
I'm old enough to be your father.
So?
I feel old.
You know?
Mmm.
Yeah. Maybe.
You're nice.
Just go online and pick a time.
"Lauren."
I'm Al.
How did I do?
Fine. But, you know,
you could stop smiling.
Who's smiling?
I'm working.
Mmm.
* Let's fall in love
* Why shouldn't we fall in love? *
* Now is the time for it while we are young *
* Let's fall in love.
Wow.
Wow. I've always wanted to live in a brownstone.
And now you do.
And now I do.
Look at this. Mm-hmm.
Careful. Our fancy new
neighbors will see. That's the idea.
You know,
this whole marriage thing isn't so bad.
Hmm.
JAY: Okay, guys, we are... up and running.
I'm sorry, am I interrupting something here, guys?
No, we're just practicing
our overt displays of affection.
Yeah, Al's really getting into the role-playing.
He's a total exhibitionist. Me?
CARRIE: Yeah, you.
December 24, 1999, Madison Suites,
room 108-- there was that big window... Jay,
Okay, guys... don't ever get married.
Don't do it.
Speaking of exhibitionists, Aw...
uh, we kind of got you on a bunch of screens over here.
So, here's how it lays out.
I got surveillance cams all throughout the brownstone.
Two in this room, one in the bedroom, one in the kitchen.
Now, they're all Bluetooth-enabled,
so you can turn them on and off with the remotes
you see around you. Oh, look at that.
We're gonna have constant visual contact
from Major Crimes.
CARRIE: Perfect little
love nest for the perfect little couple.
Perfect little trap.
Mmm. Well, now we're just gonna have to show
our perfect little selves off to the world.
Oh, that shouldn't be an issue for you.
Oh, don't start with me.
Remember, I said
"constant" visual contact, right?
We're working here.
*
* Our day will come
* And we'll have
* Everything
* We'll share the joy...
You can't be serious.
Oh, I'm serious.
Really? I am seriously in love with you.
Oh...
Oh, wow. Well, that is a lot...
of diamonds, honey.
147, actually.
Circular, pear and marquise-cut diamond clusters,
internally flawless.
Oh... Hmm. Have you got any
that are externally flawless?
Well, sir, I...
To match her? Oh...
...brother! Uh...
AL: That looks beautiful, doesn't it?
Oh.
I'm in love with you. Mmm, say it again.
He's gonna...
I'm in love with you.
We'll take it.
JEWELER: Very good, sir.
Well, sweetheart, what a wonderful day.
Magical. Mm-hmm.
Oh, hell. I'm late for my manager's meeting
at Gramercy Park.
Oh, you have to go?
All right.
: Today really was fun.
It really was.
Be careful.
Nothing's going to happen till later,
and by then, I'll be home.
Home?
You know, you should probably...
kiss me good-bye in case anyone's watching.
You're probably right.
*
I love you.
LAUREN: It's open.
Well, hello. Hey.
I remembered.
Oh, uh, thanks, but, uh...
no, thanks. No?
I don't drink on the job. Everything all right?
Yeah. It's, um...
No, it's-it's not. Listen.
Jay. Jay, do you read?
Loud and clear, boss.
LAUREN: What's going on?
AL: You got a visual on Carrie?
JAY: Indeed I do.
LAUREN: Oh, my God.
Oh, I don't
believe this! It's okay. It's all right. It's all right.
Just sit down.
We got to talk.
How much longer do I have to sit here?
I don't know.
How long do these things usually last?
Honestly?
About ten minutes.
The rest is all chitchat.
Listening to them drone on and on
about their jobs
and their stupid, stupid lives.
You know, no one's forcing you to do this.
I take six classes a semester.
My time is precious-- I'm not trading it
for minimum wage and tips.
Fine. I hear you.
It just seems like...
such a waste.
You have any idea how much law school costs?
: You're gonna be a lawyer?
Why is that funny?
You know what?
Totally makes sense.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
This guy...
kills their wives, too?
We think.
He sees the wives as... partners in the lie.
Their husband's lie.
You have a partner?
Yeah.
I'm... working with her right now.
She's posing as your wife?
Mm-hmm.
: Wow.
What's she like?
She's good at her job.
I mean...
she's brilliant at her job.
In general, she's pretty...
she's pretty brilliant.
Huh.
What?
Now, that's funny.
What?
The guys I see, they...
they probably had their wedding announcements
in the Times.
They show up in the Style section,
at all these events, wives on their arms...
and yet they're here with me.
And I never hear even a whisper
of what I just heard in your voice.
What'd you hear?
You know.
*
Hey, Jay. I read you, Carrie.
: Hi.
How is Al doing?
Any news?
He's just sitting there talking to the girl-- I can patch you in
if you want. No. No, no,
No, it's not a big deal. not necessary.
You know, they're just...
No, I mean it, really, no. What else you got?
I think I may have I.D.'d the undergrads
who are part of our escort operation.
Wow. How
Surveillance footage from the college bookstore
finally came in-- I isolated the girls
who bought Eileen Brenner's burner cells.
Voilà.
Our prostitution ring.
LAUREN: Only cops drink Irish.
You're not a cop, are you?
Scotland Yard, retired.
The bookstore manager.
That guy, Harvey Reynolds, right?
That guy... was watching Al and Lauren at the Windover.
He was there.
You sure?
Yes, I'm sure. Pick him up.
Pick him up now.
Copy that.
JAY: Harvey Reynolds, this is the NYPD.
Mr. Reynolds, please open the door.
Clear.
Nothing on this side.
Hey, Jay, over here.
Nah, stay put.
CARRIE: I'm not very good
at staying put.
How much of a head start does he have on us?
We don't know. We got a BOLO out on his car,
but if he's coming for you, for me...
No, that doesn't fit the profile.
He wants us both in this house.
My point. Stay put. We're gonna finish
what we started.
I'm not arguing.
I'm just saying, I'm not very good at it.
Don't worry, I'll be home soon.
Oh, well, I'll have your pipe and your slippers ready for you.
I think married life suits you.
Yeah. Bye.
So, what happens to me now?
You take me in?
You know what?
Nothing happens.
We made a deal with your madam.
Go back to the books, Lauren.
Please don't patronize me.
I know you feel old inside, but you are anything
but old.
Save your justifications for law school.
You don't belong in this.
And besides... you got lucky
this time.
Okay.
What about you two?
What about us?
You gonna finish what you started?
Yeah, Jay.
Hey, we found Harvey Reynolds.
His body, anyway.
You sure?
Positive I.D. Gun, too. Sig Sauer .40.
Looks like the kid offed himself.
Way to go, guys. And you only
needed 45 hours.
You owe me three hours.
We didn't even have to use your crazy plan.
Who are you calling crazy?
That's okay. It doesn't matter.
We had a nice day.
Oh, yes, we did.
Just tell me that you kept the receipts
for all the things in those bags?
Did we need receipts?
Did you get receipts?
Rich people don't need receipts.
We didn't get receipts.
JAY: So, boss, looks like
it's open and shut with Harvey Reynolds.
Even down to the murders in Columbus.
Coincides with a leave of absence he took
from the university bookstore.
We haven't finished our analysis, but so far,
he's a dead-on match with the profile.
Harvey was an orphan, raised in a state facility,
abusive manager who skimmed funds
to keep him and his wife in luxury.
He grew up hating and resenting his parental figures.
When he realized how close we were, he panicked.
Suicide was his way out.
Well, finish packing up, people. You have any idea
how much that brownstone's costing me by the hour?
Sure, after dinner.
Burns?
I'm taking my three hours. Oh.
Fine. Just don't break anything.
I want my deposit back.
Okay. Bye.
Bye.
So, what?
You making me dinner?
I thought I'd get take-out. Oh.
Japanese place on Green.
Ah. You happen
to remember what we liked there?
You're kidding me, right?
No.
Twice in two days?
Okay, fine.
Shinko. River fish. Shinko.
Got you.
And open a bottle of wine.
All right.
Bye.
* Butter my bread
* Sugar my lips with strawberries... *
I gave you a key.
MAN: Delivery.
Um... hey.
Mrs. Burns? Yeah.
Uh, these are, uh... these are from your husband.
From my husband?
: Yeah. Can I just set 'em down?
Uh... Oh, sure. No.
Kind of heavy. Why don't you just put 'em
on that coffee table right over there? Oh, great.
CARRIE: It's totally fine.
Your husband must love you very much.
My... husband, yes, he does love me very much.
Oh.
Would you, uh... would you mind, uh, signing that?
CARRIE: That is a lot of diamonds.
JEWELER: 147, actually.
Circular, pear and marquise-cut diamond clusters...
Sure.
That's an interesting ring.
Yeah, it's a... a family heirloom.
Oh. It belonged to my father.
It's funny. I...
I thought I saw someone wearing the exact same ring at Versani.
It's a jewelry store.
I've never been there.
My mistake.
I'll sign this for you
so you can, uh... get going.
Here...
AL: Okay, look.
I don't know which river fish is the one, okay?
So, there are two of them. I want to get both of those.
Whatever you want, you can have it. Only...
It's not a robbery.
I just... I hate this part, but it's necessary, you know?
So, you move. My husband...
You move!
Right now.
Okay, okay.
What the hell?
Hey, Carrie, did you turn this thing back on?
Hey, Murray?
This thing came back on by itself.
I don't get it.
Where are they?
I don't know.
Well, rewind it.
Right. You know, with all this stuff, I keep...
You know what? Forget it.
That's why we VCR people are here to remind you.
Oh, my God.
That's the dean from Hudson University.
Just gonna check. Want to make sure.
Oh.
Yeah?
Get a radio car over there right now. I'm heading over.
Yeah, send ESU. Send everything you've got.
What about the other cameras?
The system's pretty primitive,
but I think I can override the cutoff.
Meaning? I can turn it back on.
Got it.
This is a lovely place.
Oh.
You have an excellent eye, you know that?
Well, thank you.
It, uh, takes one to understand it.
I grew up in a house like this.
My father was a banker.
He was a handsome man,
just like Mr. Burns. Mmm.
Ah, we really loved him.
We?
Mother and I.
Oh.
Please let me go.
Okay, she's playing along.
Yeah, that's smart.
She doesn't want to challenge his pathology.
She's buying time.
I can't, don't you see?
He's been cheating on you, Mother.
With a hooker.
Mother?
No.
Don't. Don't pretend.
You knew, didn't you?
When he touched you at night, you knew.
Yes. When you wore the clothes that he bought you
and you went to his parties.
Admit it, you always knew. I-I didn't. I didn't.
Don't lie to me!
I did know.
But I loved him.
We both did.
That's what's so hard.
We do. We love him.
Yeah.
I've watched you.
You love him so much, you would die for him.
But don't worry.
It's going to be all right.
We're going to make him pay.
AL: Honey, I'm home!
Shh.
Say, "Hi."
Just say, "Hi."
Okay.
Hey, honey.
Hey, I picked up some Indian food.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah, from Jay's.
The Murray Curry. I got a double order.
You know what? I hate Indian food!
No, I thought you liked it. Well, how
would you know what I like? You're at the office all day.
Be nice. Why should I be
nice to him? You said it yourself.
He's a lying cheat.
I was just playing along to protect you.
No, no. You-you adore him.
You're just a little boy.
How could you understand?
We weren't lying to the world.
We were lying to protect you. No.
No. I saw you.
I'm not your mother.
And I'm not your father.
Murray Curry, huh?
I had to improvise.
Okay.
ELIOT: But the best part is,
I was expecting to get nailed with expenses for all this.
You know, the brownstone, the wardrobe, whatever.
But I just got a call from my new best friend, Stanton Ward.
As comptroller, he's got access to discretionary funds,
and he thought it best if our little operation didn't
"raise any red flags," is how he put it.
Oh, the putz will probably be mayor someday.
Good job, Burns.
Hey, Al, just got back background on Proctor.
Turns out he was an only kid.
One of Dad's regular hookers turned out
to be a federal agent.
Dad was sent up the river, Mom had a nervous breakdown,
and poor little Adrian ended up in foster care.
And Harvey Reynolds?
MURRAY: Proctor killed him.
Looks like they met when Proctor was investigating
the call girl scandal at Hudson five years ago.
I think he sensed Harvey's own damage,
figured he might find a future use for him, which he did.
Hey.
Uh, hey, Carrie.
Pretty slick move turning on the camera.
Well, you know me, Jay. I'm slick.
Although, I will say, it's a little disturbing
that you could have watched us any time you wanted.
Why
Well, I'm a little embarrassed to tell you, Jay.
But you'd have seen two people
in an absolute frenzy,
ravenously devouring...
raw fish.
Whatever happened to my sushi?
Oh, something came up.
You still up for it?
I'm always up for it.
I do have a question, though.
Two hours alone in a room with an undergraduate call girl.
Three hours.
Even better. What happened?
We talked.
What, did you give her life advice? No.
She gave me advice, actually.
What kind of advice?
The kind you don't ask for but you get anyway.
Fine.
Are you planning on taking her advice?
You'll be the first to know.
* While we are young
* Let's fall in love
* Let's fall in love.
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