Well, the only thing I know is
she's got a wedding ring, no husband.
We gotta find out if
the husband's around.
She have any family?
According
to these pictures
over here on the
table, she does.
Check
with the building
to see if they have any
surveillance tapes,
find out if there
were any guests
in the last 12 hours
that she might have had.
You know, her other
slipper's up here. Yeah?
Well, I'm just saying,
it's improbable
that somebody would wanna walk
down the stairs with one slipper.
Well, it's late at night, she
wants to go to the bathroom,
she forgets her slipper.
She's disoriented, you know?
There's only one point of
impact and it's severe enough
that she fell from a 12foot height,
not rolling down the stairs.
You're right.
What are you on, Twitter?
Put the phone away.
I mean, it's within the
realm of possibilities
that she might have been thrown.
Right?
"Now that the apartment
across the hall is vacant."
"I would like very much to discuss
purchasing it for myself."
"I don't mean to take advantage"
"of Mrs. Lonnigan's
passing so quickly,"
"but one must admit that the
sweet darling had a good life,"
"and in fact, lived longer than
most people would actually desire."
NYPD. Open up.
NYPD.
"Please also take
into consideration"
"that I first
declared my interest"
"over two years ago after
she first fell ill."
"I shall await your
earliest response."
"Best, Abigail Clayton."
So, can you tell me
about the tenants
that live across the
hall from Mrs. Lonnigan?
What are their names? Oh, yeah.
That's Abigail Clayton.
Abigail Clayton.
Well, can you tell me about her?
Well, not.
Not really, sir.
I've actually never met her.
You've never met her?
No.
I'm very sorry.
Klandermann. Yes.
Just a few more hours, actually,
is what I've been told.
Can I get a coffee?
It's unavoidable, yes.
We're so sorry for the... Yes.
It is a disturbance. You're...
Yup. Thank you.
I'm sorry.
What were you asking me?
You were saying that you've never
met the tenant who lives across...
No. No, no, I haven't.
I've been here now...
It's been 11 years. Oh, my.
She was in the apartment before I
arrived, yes, so we've never met.
In 11 years, you've never had any
interaction with her personally?
That's not completely true, sir.
Every day or night
at a specific time
she will pass a letter to
me underneath the door.
I'm the only one in the building
who communicates with her.
Food, clothing, you
name it, I deliver it.
I leave It In the
hallway, I knock, I leave.
She never goes out. Ever.
Yeah, so, in that sense, we
have had communication, yes.
That's a little strange.
Well, this is
Columbus Circle, sir.
Nothing seems strange
around here.
All right, I'm gonna have to ask
you to come into the station...
Really? ...after you get off.
What time will that be?
Is that absolutely...
Yeah, so...
I'm gonna go try one more time.
Miss Clayton?
Open up, please. It's NYPD.
I know you're in there
Look, I tried to call, I.
I just need two
minutes of your time.
Fine.
We can do this one of two ways.
You can let me in now and
I'll make it short and sweet
or I'll come back later with a
warrant and a bunch of other guys.
And from what I understand,
you won't like that too much.
All right, fine,
I'll get awarrant.
Creepy hallway.
Hello? Oh, hey.
Uh, Ma'am, I'm so sorry.
I just needed to talk to you
about your neighbor, if I may.
I didn't know her.
I'm sorry.
I'm very busy right now.
Look, nobody...
I'm gonna come in here for a second.
I'll shut the door. Uh...
Look, nobody's in trouble.
I'm just following protocol.
I just needed a few
minutes of your time.
You live right across
the hall from her.
Right.
Wow, this is a really
beautiful apartment you have.
Is that what they teach
you in detective school?
Charm me with false praise and then
we're sitting down for coffee?
Well, if you're offering, you know,
I'd love a cup of coffee. I...
I got here at 6:00
in the morning.
I came from another case,
I've been up all night.
Coffee would be great.
You cook?
Yes.
Are you expecting
somebody at this hour?
I imagine that you already
know the answer to that one.
Okay, you got me.
That was dishonest. I... Uh...
I was just trying
to break the ice.
Yeah, well, I'm not interested in
breaking ice or engaging in small talk,
so I'd very much
like it if you would
just get to the
point so that I can
get on with my morning.
So no coffee?
How long have you lived here?
You wanted to talk to
me about my neighbor?
Thank you. Uh...
Yeah, that's right.
This is really nice.
She was old
and it's my understanding she
was sick for quite a while.
I don't know.
Well, from what I
put together, uh,
she was feeling a lot better.
You know, she liked to take the
stairs instead of the elevator.
She preferred to walk
instead of taking a cab.
Hmm. Well, if you say so.
So, your concierge says that you
don't like to get out that much.
I suppose so.
Are you... Uh...
What is that? Um...
Agoraphobia?
Well, if you insist.
No, no offense.
You know, I suffer from arachnophobia.
Really?
Mmm-hmm.
Yeah. That's a fear of spiders.
Well, what I wouldn't do for a shoebox
full of tarantulas right now.
You're pretty witty for a lady
that doesn't get out that much.
Are you here to talk
about me or Hilary?
Hilary?
That was her name.
But I thought you
didn't know her at all.
No, Detective, I did not.
So why would you call her by her first
name if you didn't know her at all?
All right. Are we done yet?
No. Just a few more minutes.
Um, over the last couple
of days or weeks,
were there any strange visitors
or anything out of the ordinary
that you were aware of
coming from the apartment?
No strange sounds last
night when she died?
Since I don't know when
she died, day or night,
and since I've already
made it clear
that I didn't hear anything out of the
ordinary coming from her apartment,
then I'd venture to guess
that we are entering
into an area of...
Hmm, redundancy?
Okay, now we're done.
Thank you for the coffee.
I'm gonna give you a couple of cards.
If you think of
anything, uh, call me.
Thank you.I will.
Okay.
Hey, this is a really nice vase.
It's a little confusing,
but it's nice.
I'm sure you could
figure it out.
Her name
is Justine Waters,
"and she was known as
America's little darling."
The sole heiress of
the Waters fortune,
estimated in the hundreds
of millions of dollars,
she mysteriously disappeared
Take a look at these
home videos of Justine.
They show her at the Waters family
summer cottage in upstate New York.
As you can see, Justine
is being filmed
showcasing her hula hoop skills.
At the time, she held the world
record of 14 straight hours.
Now, there's been much speculation
on Justine's whereabouts.
Theories range from her running
off with a Saudi prince
to her being a victim
of foul play.
Now while the great and
powerful Phillip Waters
claimed until his
death five years ago
that he never stopped
looking for his daughter,
Justine's 17year silence
remains the most talked about
missing persons mystery to date.
In the days leading up to what would
become her historic vanishing act,
it was rumored that
had just become engaged to Prince
Achmed Mustafi of Jordan.
What did happen to
Justine Waters?
And will we ever see her again?
I'm Jerry Penacoli for Extra.
I'm wondering if
you could help me identify
this crest?
Interesting. Yeah? Why is that?
Well, this could
be a family crest.
This is the letter "M", correct?
Well, that was the intention.
The drawing is rough, but...
Well, where'd
you find this?
I can't really tell you.
I just need to find out what it is.
Okay. I got a book in the back,
something of an
almanac, so to speak.
Might be able to find a match.
How long do you think...
Oh, one second.
Yeah?
Yeah, I went through all
the evidence like you asked.
Hey, put it out. Step on it.
Yeah, what do you got? Not much.
The only thing that
might interest you
are some prescription
medications,
but she was an old woman.
Well, do we know
who the doctor is?
Yeah, some doctor in
Westchester County.
We got a name?
Yeah, a Dr. Raymond Fontaine.
Okay, one second.
Let me give you my card and I'll
just wait for your phone call.
All right, Frank. Take it easy.
All right, thanks, Howie.
Well, the view is
definitely amazing.
As you can see, we're directly
over Columbus Circle,
which by the way, is the exact
point from which all distances
to and from New York City
are officially measured.
The owner completely renovated
and refurbished the entire unit
with all the latest and
greatest amenities.
Top of the line
kitchen by Pedini.
There's only two units
on the penthouse level.
Twenty four hour doorman, concierge.
It's a full-service building.
And we are getting another
offer later today, so...
I think you guys
are the right fit.
If I were you, I'd make a move.
What do you think?
I love it. Good.
Mmm.
They rented the apartment!
How could this have happened?
I wrote half a dozen letters!
I agree, Abby, this
is simply outrageous.
They haven't returned any
of my phone calls, either.
Is there anything we
can do to stop this?
I will look into it immediately.
I need to see you, Ray.
Abby, I'm busy.
I said I need to see you, Ray.
I'm in the middle of something.
Raymond! Now!
You know, the police were here.
In my home.
Of course the police
were here, Abby.
And that doesn't bother you?
The police were here
because Hilary died.
She had a fall and they're
investigating her death.
You live across the hall, so of
course they're gonna inquire
if you heard
anything suspicious.
Once they deduce that her death was an
accident, which it most certainly was,
they'll have no need to
bother you any further.
One of the detectives
left me his card.
Oh.
Ray, how many wallets have I
bought you through the years?
Abigail, I'm attached to this.
It was a gift from your mother on
my first day of medical school.
I'll never part with it.
It's just that I don't
want things to change.
Okay? I just need
things to stay the same
I just need things to continue...
Abby, Abby.
As they have been.
This is a disruption.
Well, if change is
what you don't want,
I strongly advise that
you stop inquiring
about the apartment
across the hall.
And it's sort of academic.
The apartment is leased.
And they're gonna lead their
lives just as Hilary led hers.
Not a peep!
Ray.
Abigail.
You've gotta trust me, girl.
You've gotta calm down.
I promise you.
Everything'll be fine.
Haven't I always
been there for you?
Hmm?
And by "always," I mean for
the better part of your life.
Okay, sweetie.
Good morning,
Mr. Stanford.
Good morning.
Oh, hello, sir. Klandermann.
Mr. Stanford, if you
don't mind me saying so,
I've got this sense that
I know you somehow.
Really?
Yeah. It's as if we...
I don't know, we met
somewhere or something.
I kinda get that a lot.
I guess I just have
one of those faces.
Oh, yeah?
Well, that's probably it. Huh.
Sure smells good coming out
of that loft of yours.
I'm guessing Miss
Lillian's the...
Yeah, she's the
chef in the family.
Yeah.
It's amazing I don't
weigh 300 pounds.
I don't understand it.
Son of a bitch!
Well, it's a little too late for that!
You started it, Lillian!
You son of a bitch!
God damn it! Why are you doing this?
Jesus! Tell me one more time
to keep my voice down,
I swear to God...
I don't want
the help to hear.
Who gives a shit?
I'm not gonna talk to you
when you're like this.
I just wanna go inside, okay?
Charlie...
You're not going
anywhere, bitch!
Little slut!
God damn it, I'm
going back inside.
We're gonna finish this.
Just shut up!
Oh, you don't want
the help to hear!
Well, I'm paying them
enough to plug their ears!
God damn it. You're drunk!
I want to go back inside.
You're not going anywhere.
Bitch! Did you just hit me?
Is that what you did?
You don't ever hit me!
Bitch!
I'm sorry!
Don't ever hit Charlie!
Do you understand that?
Remember where you come from.
Remember, you bitch!
Miss?
Help me.
Please.
Do I call 911?
No.
I don't want him to go to jail.
You have to stand up. Stand up!
Help me. Stand up!
Shh.
It's okay.
Be quiet.
Lillian. Shh.
Just don't let him in.
It's Charlie.
I'm sorry.
Please just open the door.
Come on, I'm sorry.
Let's just talk about this
Lillian!
Shit. Please...
Lillian, open the door.
Open the fucking door!
Oh, great.
Mmm. Mmm.
Thank you.
I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
What are you sorry for?
I'm just sorry because
you're involved now in this.
And I didn't mean
for this to happen.
Well, you needn't be sorry.
He works so hard and when he works,
he sometimes gets stressed
and when he's under a lot of
pressure, he drinks a lot.
And I think I set him off,
and I don't mean to.
I feel so bad.
Why are you making
excuses for him?
'Cause you really don't know him.
He's a really, um...
Reliable guy.
Stop apologizing for him.
Stop it.
I do love him.
Why would someone
kill a violinist?
This job really sucks sometimes.
Why would an 80 year-old woman
wanna jump off her balcony?
See this here?
This is how I like my crime scene.
That over there is
a torso, a head,
and right down here...
Oh, God.
What the hell is that?
You see, this is what a
murder scene looks like.
What, so you don't think
this is a suicide as well?
You, my friend, are
a sick bastard.
I'm just saying,
nine years on the job,
it just doesn't add up.
What's interesting is the
girl across the hall.
Oh, I see what this is about.
What, she's hot?
Yeah, she was attractive.
I knew it.
No, here's the thing.
- I ran her through the system, right?
- Please.
There's nothing on her.
She doesn't have a social security number.
She doesn't have a
driver's license, nothing.
A woman like that, living in Columbus
Circle, with all that money?
It just doesn't make sense.
You know, she hasn't left
her apartment in years.
This is New York City.
It's a town full of nuts.
No, she didn't look crazy.
How did she look?
She looked like a victim.
Mmm...
Oh, my God.
I can't believe I
fell asleep here.
What time is it?
It's almost 8:30.
Oh, wow.
Almost nine hours. Oh, my God.
I'm sorry if I
invaded your space.
It's all right.
Would you like me to
pour you some tea?
No, no, no, that's okay.
I just...
I need to get going.
Thank you, though.
Oh, God, Charlie's
gonna kill me.
It looks like he already
tried to do that last night.
Does it look bad?
Do you have a mirror?
It's right there.
Oh...
I feel so stupid.
No.
I do. I just feel so stupid.
I don't even know you
and here I am dragging
you into this.
It's all right.
God.
It's all right. Don't. Don't.
Why don't you sit down?
I'll pour you some tea.
Thank you.
You've been so nice.
I'm sorry.
Charlie's not such a bad guy.
I don't want you to hate him.
Well, he made a terrible
first impression.
I know.
He did.
Can I ask you a question?
Why don't you like
having any visitors?
I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry.
That's what the real
estate agent said.
Well, I guess I just decided a long
time ago that I'd rather be alone.
That's not so strange.
Sometimes I just wanna run away
and be somewhere where nobody knows
me and I could just start over.
I know.
So what did you do?
I told you.
He was coming back.
So I went out into the hallway
and I brought her in.
The hall?
You went into the hall?
You know, she reminded me of...
Well, you know, you were there.
And...
Well, I was...
I was just a child then and,
well, I wasnt gonna
just stand there
and watch this happen.
So you called the
police, of course.
No.
What happened?
Well, when she woke
up this morning...
"When she woke up?
You mean she slept over?"
Well, it was hardly a
slumber party, Ray.
She was injured
and she passed out.
What's her name?
Lillian.
Is she still there?
No.
She left.
She gonna be safe there?
I don't know.
Oh, Abby.
What are you gonna do now?
You know as well as anyone this
sort of thing only gets worse.
I don't know.
It's not my responsibility, right?
Maybe you should consider that
now that you've helped her
she'll likely come back
to you for help again.
Have you thought about what
you're gonna do next time?
No.
Gimme a mini. Yeah.
Schmear?
I just know I don't
wanna be involved.
It's a little late for that.
And Abigail, it's unfair for you
to give her refuge and solace
and then when she comes
knocking again to ignore her.
Maybe you could be proactive
and talk to her, help her.
I don't know.
Well, it's something to consider.
She's your neighbor.
You have something in common.
Maybe you should have her for
dinner, over to your place.
I don't think I'm entirely
comfortable with that idea, Ray.
Think about it.
All right.
Are you eating? Yeah.
Bagel with a schmear. Bye.
You really banged me up.
I'm sorry.
I mean it
I love you.
I love you.
Thank you, Bubba.
You're welcome, Miss Hart.
Miss Lillian, can I help
you with that, please?
I'm sorry! I'm terribly sorry!
Oh, wait.
I've got it. No, don't, wait.
You having fun down
there, Klandermann?
No, sir. No, sir, not at all.
I was just trying to help with...
I'm kidding, I'm kidding.
Let me help.
Oh, good.
This... I shouldn't see that.
It's fine. Okay. All right.
I'll get the elevator.
There we are.
I'm so sorry.
I was trying to help.
Don't worry about it.
There were just so many bags.
I didn't realize... It's fine.
It's not all for me.
I bought you a new tie.
A new tie?
A new tie? Yeah A new tie.
Right here, sir?
On the counter, please. Uh! huh!
Excuse me, sorry.
Thank you.
Everything all right,
Klandermann?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Well, no.
That's...
That's where I found her.
Found who?
Mrs.
Lonnigan, the previous tenant.
What do you mean?
Well, that's...
I was the one that found her.
Right here.
They said she fell
down the stairs.
I didn't know that.
She was such a sweet old
lady, too, you know?
Everybody loved her
in the building.
Always had something
sweet to say
and always made everybody smile.
The whole building
loved her, really.
That's so sad.
I'd just never seen
anybody die before.
What do you mean?
She wasn't dead yet
when I found her. No.
We got a call, the tenant
down below, Henderson,
they heard a real loud...
And I raced to...
And the door was unlocked,
which is quite unusual for a building
like this, I'll tell you that.
But it seemed as if she
were still trying to speak.
What was she trying to say?
Oh, I have no idea.
See, I'd never seen
anything and there she...
It was awful, so it's all
kind of a blur now, you know.
Yeah.
Yeah, that's a shame.
I mean, I have an idea
I shouldn't say that.
I haven't told anybody this
before, but when I found her
it sounded like she was
trying to say, uh, "Why?"
"Why?"
But it was a "Why me?"
"Why did this happen to me?"
kind of "why." Does that make
any, uh...
I'm so sorry.
I should not be here.
I'm so sorry to
take up your time.
Do you need any help unloading
these bags at all or...
I'll remember how I
know you, Mr. Stanford.
I swear I will.
I'm so sorry I haven't.
All right, let me
know when you do.
Sure thing.
What was that about?
He thinks he knows me.
Does he?
I don't think so.
Hi. Sorry.
This, um... From...
You're good?
Thank you. Okay.
Before you moved around, you were
just in Bakersfield that whole time?
Bakersfield, California.
My mom drank, mostly to
get away from my father,
who also drank.
Hmm.
Was he abusive? Yeah.
That's pretty much why I left,
because I couldn't take it any more.
I was 15
and I had $7.20 to my name.
And I had fallen in
love with Charlie
and he's pretty much
just taken care of me.
I couldn't...
I couldn't stay with
someone who hurt me.
I mean, we have a good time,
but I don't really...
I wouldn't really have
anything without him
I just couldn't do it.
So what's the alternative?
Would you like some more wine?
Yes, please.
So where's your family?
My mom died.
And your father?
He's dead, too.
Oh.
Were you close with them?
I was close with my mother.
Mmm-hmm.
My dad...
My dad drank as well
and he'd fly off the handle.
He'd go into these rages.
And he would beat
my mother and me
when I tried to protect her.
Mmm-hmm.
Hmm.
My father could
control anything.
So you grew up rich?
I suppose.
Well, I grew up in the trailer park.
Lucky me.
Do you have any
brothers or sisters?
Nope.
Just me.
You? No. Just me, too.
So how'd you disappear?
Haven't I always
been there for you?
My father had a friend.
My father had a friend and he
knew how bad my father could be
and what he was capable
of, so he helped me to...
He helped me.
You know, I didn't
intentionally...
I didn't set out intentionally.
to not go out again.
I just...
You know, I went to
the grocery store
and I'd sneak out at night,
go to Central Park.
I was always amazed at how
quiet everything was.
Such a big city.
I wanna take you outside.
There's this flower shop.
It's a block away.
I wanna take you there.
It smells so incredible
and I wanna pick out
your favorite flowers.
And then a block further
is this rare bookstore
that smells kind of musky and it
has the most incredible books,
and there's this window seating
and we can pick out some books
and read together.
I don't think I'd feel safe.
I would be with you,
protecting you.
You can't stay in here for the
rest of your life. Look at you.
You're so beautiful.
You're stunning.
I wanna take you out
into the world.
You smell his lavender?
Let's see if he's
in the backyard.
This is a nice house.
I should've been a doctor.
Hello?
You smell paint?
Oh, for Christ's sake.
My good shoes.
My mom's gonna have a fit.
I just painted that porch.
I'm so sorry.
We had no idea.
I'm so sorry.
You must be Dr. Ray Fontaine?
Yes.
Yeah, I'm Detective
Frank Giardello.
This is my partner, Jerry Eaans.
Two detectives and you couldn't figure
out the porch was freshly painted?
We're really sorry.
We were wondering if we could
have a few minutes of your time.
Sure. Would it be all right
if we spoke out here? Uh...
Oh, yeah. That would be fine.
Yeah, we wanted to talk to you
about Mrs. Hilary Lonnigan.
Sure. What about her?
Well, I'm sure that you're aware
that she passed away a
couple of weeks ago.
Of course. I was her doctor.
Yeah. Could you tell
us about her health?
She'd been ill for awhile.
Oh, yeah, she was ill.
With what?
Cancer. Mmm.
It was in remission, actually.
Any dizzy spells,
anything like that?
She never complained of any.
She did have tendencies to push herself.
She was one of those people who
didn't like standing still.
Why?
Well, she was pretty
badly injured.
Well, she did fall down
the staircase. Yeah.
What are you suggesting?
Oh, no, no.
We're not suggesting anything.
We're just trying to
find out whether or not
we have a homicide on our hands.
We'd like to see her medical
records, if that's all right.
Of course. I'd need a subpoena.
- Doctor patient confidentiality.
- Of course.
Why don't we do this?
Why don't I give you one of my cards...
Thank you. All right.
...and we'll be in touch.
It was a pleasure to meet you.
Yeah, it's good to meet you.
What's your dog's name?
Oh, this is Digger.
Digger? Yeah.
All right. Thanks.
All right.
Oh! By the way,
do you know Abigail Clayton?
Uh, again, Officer,
doctor patient confidentiality.
Oh. Yeah.
We don't want to take up any
more of your time. Thank you.
Thank you.
You gentlemen have a good evening.
You, too.
Stop that.
What?
Well, I didn't ask him
if she was a patient.
I asked him if he knew her.
You're doing good.
You're doing great.
Good.
Amazing, Abigail. Abigail...
Lillian, why are we even doing this?
I don't want to leave.
We're doing this because it's
good to get out of the apartment.
You're doing beautifully.
Look at you.
That's enough, Lillian...
No, no, no.
Okay, okay.
Great. You're doing great.
I don't feel well.
It's okay. I know.
This is far enough.
You're doing great. I'm here for you.
I'm here for you.
Abigail.
Hold the door.
Oh! I got it, sir.
I got it. Come on in.
There you go.
We're gonna at least walk
to that table over there.
No, I think we've
gone far enough.
Everything all right tonight?
Sir?
Uh-huh!
Good. I'm not ready yet.
Okay! Okay! Okay.
Okay.
Hey, this is me.
I just remembered where
I know you from.
Yeah.
One, two,
three.
Come on! There you go! Good!
Great job! Great job!
Beautiful.
Oh, God.
You must be Abigail.
You feeling all
right, sweetheart?
Here, let me help.
Huh? Don't touch her!
Don't touch her, please!
Just don't.
Okay! Okay!
Don't, don't. Please don't.
Charlie, please.
You ladies have a good night.
Just stay here for a second.
No, no!
Please don't go in there!
Please don't!
Charlie, what are you doing?
I don't want him to
be in my apartment.
Stay right here. He's violent!
He's in my apartment.
Abigail!
When you get her out
of her apartment,
I install some computer software
so that when she goes online,
we'll be able to get
her banking password.
Right. Got it. Got it?
It's like stealing
the identity of a ghost.
Exactly.
She wants to remain hidden.
And after we've got the money, who
the hell is she gonna run to?
We've got her account information,
her social security number,
her signature, but we still
need to get your fake ID.
It's just so perfect.
We're talking about hundreds
of millions of dollars.
No more nickel and dime shit.
Just sunsets and mimosas, baby.
And once we get the password
we're home free.
Happy birthday.
Thank you. I love you, baby.
I love you.
Abigail, please!
What is he doing
in my apartment?
He's been drinking! Abigail!
He's been drinking.
You can't, no.
He gets really violent.
You don't want him to hit you.
You don't want him to hit you.
You know what it feels like.
Stay here.
Hey! That's not my apartment.
I'm right here.
I'm right here. Abigail.
I wanna go home.
I live in here and
this is how I want it.
I want to be alone.
This is how I want it.
You did a great job
tonight, Abby.
I cannot have people in my life.
I cannot have people in my life.
I cannot have you in my life.
If he is in your
life, I can't...
No, I wanna be alone I wanna be alone.
I wanna be alone.
Okay.
Okay.
I'm really sorry about Charlie.
Stop apologizing.
He's...
He is dangerous and
he will only end up
hurting you more
than he already has.
Please go.
Okay.
Please go.
Thank you so much for
dinner tonight, Abigail.
ANSWERING MACHINE First new message.
Sent today at 9:17 p.m.
Mr. Stanford?
It's Joe Klandermann.
I guess now I should call you
Charlie since we go back, huh?
Anyway, if you're having
trouble remembering me,
think back 12 years ago
to a holding cell.
Rah way Prison? Remember?
You were about to do a
five year stretch on some con
and I was on my way out
after doing a deuce.
Good times. Yeah.
Enough reminiscing.
Meet me at the coffee shop around
the corner on 59th Street
right after I get off work.
We need to talk.
You're gonna cut me in on whatever
scam you're running, Charlie.
I don't know what
it is, of course,
but you living here means
it's gotta be big.
Yeah. Don't make me wait,
partner.
Damn it.
You're crazy attacking me!
You're a dead man! You hear me?
You're a dead...
Tonight's top story
is the bizarre death
of a wanted felon on
Columbus Circle.
We go now live to Diane
Weiss, who's on the scene.
Apparently, Diane, the man was
strangled before being hit by a bus?
Yes, Ginger.
Police believe the victim
may have been fleeing
from an attacker.
However, the victim,
Joseph Klandermann,
whose real name was Nathaniel
Muskit, was a wanted felon.
Charlie?
Muskit disappeared
nearly 12 years ago
and had eluded authorities
for that long.
Charlie?
He was convicted in
a Ponzi scheme that
bilked investors...
You killed Klandermann? Charlie?
Charlie, we don't kill people!
Lillian. No, Charlie.
This is the one.
This is the one we've been
waiting for, Charlie!
He could have turned us in.
I made a decision to protect us.
You made a stupid
decision, Charlie.
I don't wanna run from the cops!
You don't have to be scared.
Okay?
It's gonna be fine.
It's okay.
What does that say?
He wants to see us. Yeah.
Klandermann's dead, Ray.
He's dead.
I know, I heard.
Are you all right?
I don't know. I don't know.
What am I gonna do?
They will get a new concierge.
Ray, you know I can't
trust a new concierge.
I can't trust a new concierge.
Klandermann had
been here so long.
How am I gonna trust a
new concierge, Ray?
Ray, I need to see you.
I can't right now.
I promise I'll come by later.
Please, Ray?
I really need to see you.
I'll see you later tonight.
You just relax.
Take a long breath now.
For me, okay?
Bye.
This has gotten
completely out of hand.
I understand.
No, I don't think you do.
It's all over the television.
I mean, Mrs. Lonnigan was one thing.
That had to be done.
And so did Klandermann. Charlie?
But there was a mistake
made with Mrs. Lonnigan.
What are you talking about?
What is he talking about?
When were you gonna
tell me this, Charlie?
This is not the time
or the place for this.
Ray, what do you mean "mistake"?
There was obviously a
serious error made.
We wanted to talk to you about,
uh, Mrs. Hilary Lonnigan.
The police were here,
investigating a homicide,
not a slip and fall of
an 82 year-old woman.
I don't make mistakes.
Oh, apparently, you do.
Otherwise they wouldn't be
investigating a homicide, Charles.
Jesus Christ.
Now thanks to me, Mrs. Lonnigan
lived a long and prosperous life,
three years longer
than I anticipated,
and there's only a certain
amount of time one can wait.
But this is over now.
We need to discuss
an exit strategy.
No, there is no exit strategy.
We're one e-mail
away from a fortune.
Charles, how long do you think it's
gonna take for them to figure out
I'm the one who
owns the apartment?
That I paid for the whole thing?
It's my money!
Once they figure that out,
it's a short walk in the park
for them to put together
who Abigail is.
And what we're all up to.
We need to discuss
an exit strategy.
He may be right, Lillian.
It's just a shame.
Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm
gonna go water my plants,
get over to Abigail's, take out
her trash, pick up her cleaning,
and give her a foot
massage to calm her down,
thanks to you.
I guess I'm doomed to take care of
this woman the rest of my life.
What do we do?
Let me try to talk to him
Lillian.
Please go in the house and make
it look like it was robbed.
Okay?
Did you roll the body?
Yeah.
Did you get the phone?
It wasn't in the house?
No.
It has all our information.
I know.
Do we walk?
No.
No. We don't walk.
We're too close.
With no money, how
far would we get?
Look, we knew that
if things went wrong
we'd have a backup
plan, and we do.
Okay?
We have to force her hand.
Okay?
We have to do it now.
It's gonna be okay.
Please! Please, I need you!
Open up! Hurry, please!
Please! Open up! Let me in!
Open the door and let me in!
He's gonna kill me, Abigail!
Please!
Please, Abigail!
Open the door, please!
Please, Abigail! Please!
Open the door! Open the door!
Oh, my God! Charlie, calm down!
Calm down!
Think you're gonna leave me?
No, I'm not, I swear!
Huh? You gonna leave me?
I'm not gonna leave you, Charlie!
Please!
I'm sorry!
I'm sorry! Okay?
No, no, no.
No! Don't you...
Bitch! Get back here!
Gimme the gun!
Gimme the gun!
The gun! Gimme the gun!
I'm gonna shoot you, Charlie!
I'm gonna shoot you!
You're gonna shoot me?
I'll shoot you, Charlie!
Do it!
Charlie.
Stop! Oh, my God! Stop!
No! What are you doing?
Stop! Oh, my God! No!
No! Get off him.
Oh, my God! What are you doing?
What are you doing?
Charlie!
Charlie, no! Charlie, no!
Charlie, wake up!
Wake up, Charlie, my baby.
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Charlie, wake up!
Wake up, Charlie!
You killed him, Abigail!
What have you done? What have you done?
No! I didn't do it. No, you did.
You shot him!
No! My baby. Oh, Charlie.
I have to call someone.
Charlie, don't leave me.
Abigail, no, you can't call anybody!
Are you crazy?
Nobody can know about this.
No, Abigail!
We just murdered Charlie.
We have to leave.
We have to get out of here.
No, no, I can't go anywhere!
We're one e-mail
away from a fortune.
I'm all alone and I don't know
what to do now and I need to go.
Please, Abigail, help me.
We need to scrape whatever
money we can together
and I need to get out of here.
Okay?
I have money.
I don't have any cash.
We can transfer
money from my account.
And once we get the
password we're home free.
I wish I could talk to Ray.
No, you can't talk to Ray.
You can't talk to anybody.
I trust him.
Look at me.
We can only trust
each other now.
Okay?
Mmm-hmm.
Okay.
Really? Are you kidding me?
You're positive?
Same guy?
So what'd you find out?
Well, I don't think that this is
an "M" you brought me, Detective.
What do you mean?
I think it's a...
And if it is, it
could very well be
the crest for the Waters family.
Are you familiar with
the Waters family?
Yeah, of course, of course.
Yeah.
This is incredibly exciting.
Is there any chance that you could
tell me exactly where you saw this?
I'm sorry, I can't do that.
I just found out Mrs.
Lonnigan's apartment
was paid for by a corporation.
Apparently, she was a nanny
for some rich family.
Guess who runs the corporation?
Who?
Dr. Raymond Fontaine.
Really? Let's go pay the good doctor a visit.
Thanks, Howie.
Anytime, Frank.
The porch was repainted.
Anything?
No.
Dr. Fontaine?
Hello?
NYPD.
I'll go this way.
Frank.
Check this out
Ray, Ray...
It's not mine.
I'm heading out.
Why don't you go take a shower
and by the time you're ready,
I will be back.
Okay.
And then we'll take care of...
Don't go anywhere.
Where would I go?
Miss Clayton, it's
Detective Giardello.
Yes, Detective?
Look, I'm not calling
with the best of news.
My partner and I tracked
down Dr. Fontaine
and I'm sorry to inform you that
he was found dead.
He's been murdered.
If you are who I think
you are, I think you're
at the center of something
very dangerous.
I'm sorry, Miss Clayton.
What do I do?
Look, we're on our way.
We're gonna be there in an hour.
Don't leave and don't
answer the door, all right?
Thank you, Detective.
Let's go.
I just know I don't
wanna be involved.
I think you should
have her for dinner.
I wanna take you outside.
She reminded me of...
Well, you know, you were there.
Well, I was...
I was just a child then.
No, you can't talk to Ray.
You can't talk to anybody.
You've gotta trust me, girl.
Excuse me.
I'd like to see someone
about closing an account.
That would be Mr. Ross,
the bank manager.
His desk is right over there.
Thank you.
Giardello.
Detective, this is
Abigail Clayton.
We're on our way.
Ls everything all right?
On your way?
Yeah, since we last spoke.
Since we last spoke?
Two weeks ago?
No, we spoke less
than a half hour ago.
No, you must be mistaken. I was in the shower.
I didn't take any calls.
That wasn't you I
was talking to?
No. Oh, my God.
How can I help you?
I'd like to close
out an account.
All right.
You can hang on to this.
All righty.
Account closure.
Um... May I have the
account pass code, please?
Hulahoop14.
Oh...
Oh, there we go.
All right, Miss Clayton.
Everything appears
to be in order here.
Wonderful.
Now, before we finish, I'm required
to ask you a few questions.
I apologize. It'll just take
a few minutes of your time.
Justine Waters has decided
to come out of hiding.
Out of ink.
Oh, it's gonna be one of
those days, all right.
She will be at the Waters
Bank, 59th and Broadway.
All right.
Were you at anytime
dissatisfied with our service?
No.
Glad to hear it.
She goes by the name
Abigail Clayton and...
May I ask, what are your reasons
for withdrawing your money?
She'll be wearing a black dress.
I'm leaving the country.
Wonderful!
Are you going to Europe?
I was just in Paris
with my fiance.
We stayed at...
Oh, God, what is the name of that hotel?
It was great.
It had these butlers in it and...
Oh, man, what is the
name of that hotel?
Excuse me.
Fellas, how's it going?
Looks like you guys got a
busy day ahead of you, huh?
Make sure you stay
hydrated out there.
Remember, only stop at the red
lights and the short skirts, huh?
Okay.
Are you all right?
Yes... Yes, I'm...
I just need to hurry.
I have a plane to catch.
Ah. Leaving things till the last minute, huh?
A woman after my own heart.
My father always says, "If you
didn't do it at the last minute,"
"you didn't do it right."
That's funny.
Yeah. He's a funny guy.
Finally, is there anything
we can do to improve?
No. You've been great.
Well, thank you.
Okay. So...
Are there any other
questions I can answer
for you before we
liquidate your account?
Yes. Can you give me
the account balance?
Not a problem.
Seven twenty.
Yeah.
You want it all in singles?
Are you gonna buy France?
Oh, my God.
You are a card. No, $7.20.
So did you want that
in a cashier's check?
$7.20. Is that...
Is that not accurate?
I had $7.20 to my name.
Miss Clayton, are you all right?
Psst.
What are you doing here?
I left.
I couldn't stay there any more.
You made sure of that.
Can we go someplace and talk?
I don't think there's
time for that, Abigail
I made some phone calls.
Phone calls? Yeah.
I called a whole
bunch of people.
I mean, you've been in
hiding for a long time.
This is your big coming
out party, Abigail.
Why do you keep
calling me Abigail?
That's what you told the man
your name was. Didn't you?
That's what you wanted to do.
Steal my life, look like me,
steal my money.
Or maybe it's Justine.
I'm sorry.
I have so much to tell you.
Gee, I don't think
we have much time,
so I hope it's not a long story.
Please.
There's gotta be another way.
You should leave.
Go.
There's a body in
your apartment.
Black dress, black dress.
Excuse me!
Excuse me, are you Justine Waters?
Go away! No!
Where to?
Kennedy Airport.
What's all that about?
They just found that girl,
Justine Waters.
Oh, no kidding.
No bags?
No baggage...
So where you going?
Someplace safe and warm.
Ah. Safe and warm.
I always wanted to go there myself, ma'am.
No, not ma am.
You can...
You can call me Lillian.