01x02 - Sex Magick Money m*rder: Part 2

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Police are still searching

for Heather Tallchief

after her armored truck

went missing from Circus Circus.

21-year-old Heather Tallchief

made off with more than

three million dollars

The three million dollars

they're suspected of stealing

would fill at least eight large suitcases.

She drove off from Circus Circus

and disappeared with her lover

and supposed accomplice.

The two were accused

of stealing a Loomis armored truck

containing 3.1 million dollars.

The company has raised the reward.

$25,000 plus 10% of any recovered money

will go to anyone with information

that leads to an arrest.

Federal agents say

they're receiving a lot of good tips

and will bring these two to justice soon.

When you steal

hard currency from a casino,

that makes it a federal crime.

The case was,

at that point, shared with the FBI.

And Joe Dushek

was one of the guys working it.

I'll I'll tell you something about Joe.

You ever seen that commercial on TV

where the guy, he's the bulldog, right?

And he's

Like that, with her purse?

That's Joe. Joe's the bulldog.

If he gets on your case, you're done.

It's just a matter of time, you're done.

- What was your nickname?

- The bulldog.

- What did you do to earn that?

- Because I wouldn't give up.

I don't think I ever had

a fugitive get away from me.

We knew this was not

just an ordinary case,

this is gonna be quite sophisticated.

We need to get over there

and get on this right away.

I was trying to find the armored car

so that I could find Heather.

I went to the apartment building

where she was supposedly living.

Got up to the room

and noticed that the doorknob

was not the same as the standard doorknob.

This is, in my opinion at the time,

what they call an exigent circumstance,

an emergency circumstance.

Life may be in danger.

So, I made the decision to kick the door.

We really didn't know exactly

what we were looking for, but, uh

there was stuff laying all over.

All kinds of items.

Like an altar.

That's some form of devil worship,

a Satanic cult.

We saw a lot of literature

on travel destinations.

I think some of the evidence was

definitely intended to throw the FBI off.

Maybe some of this evidence

isn't really evidence.

Maybe this was a setup

to give them time.

There was a closet

but there was no closet door.

And there was one uniform shirt

with "Loomis Armored Car."

It looked to me like she was in on it.

From day one, she was in on it.

I was in love with Roberto.

He made me feel like a queen.

We were like Bonnie and Clyde.

It was just me and him

against the world.

The element of danger was there

but we were having the time of our lives.

The week before all this went down,

we had put some clothes inside of a motel,

so that way, we could change

out of the stuff that we were already in

and then get out

of the hotel as fast as possible.

A taxi takes us to the train station.

And so I'm on a train now.

We're talking hours

since Las Vegas, the actual thing.

We took the train to St. Louis

and from St. Louis,

zig-zagging, we doubled back

to New Orleans.

He wanted me to buy some clothes

that looked,

like, a little bit more mature.

And the man who was the cashier

was questioning me

because I was paying cash.

My heart started to flutter.

I don't know what to say.

I said,

"Some older man that I'm f*cking

gave me this money."

And he was just like like

This look of disgust or something.

Reluctantly sold me my clothes,

and I got the f*ck out of there.

I had to get the word out

as much as I could.

Then we called a lot of other agencies.

Airport detail for Metro,

the bus stations.

I went to FAA here

at McCarran International Airport.

I went through all 1,800 flights,

and I found one

that was a private charter jet.

The pilots actually remembered

her being a very elderly, old lady,

you know, that had a wheelchair.

But when they landed,

she jumped out of her seat.

Robberies can be very violent,

so to do it without anybody getting hurt,

you know, there's a certain amount

of respect that you give to criminals

that gives you an edge in locating them.

A 21-year-old who barely knew

the gas pedal from the brake

is now leading the FBI

on a countrywide manhunt.

Twenty-one-year-old

Heather Catherine Tallchief is missing.

Loomis and authorities hope

to track down the armored van driver soon.

They hope you can help.

When you think about

a 21-year-old girl

making herself up

to look like an old lady,

you know, putting a wig on

and getting in a wheelchair and

it doesn't get any better than that.

The boss calls me on the radio,

says I gotta come to the office,

that the FBI wants to talk to me.

What the f*ck do the FBI want with me?

I ain't done nothing!

I ain't gone through a red light,

I ain't got a speeding ticket!

I go up there and they're very nice.

And Heather was missing

and they're very concerned.

Well, they're feeling me out.

They're playing me.

Everything's racing through your head,

and it's happening in split seconds.

"What? What do you mean, missing?

What? How? Where? Is she dead?"

They've taken years of schooling,

they know how to work a person.

They're not looking at they're concerned

about Heather being missing,

they're worried

about getting that damn money back.

He says, "We're 99% sure

that she committed this crime,

that she wasn't abducted."

"And she has two registered handguns

so we're gonna put her down

if there's resistance."

What is that like to hear that?

That the FBI's gonna k*ll your child?

It's not like a drug dealer

making threats and they're gonna

You know, "I could do something."

It's the FBI. I don't have enough b*ll*ts

to k*ll all the FBI to protect my baby.

You know, I'm helpless. I'm powerless.

You take a little bunch of nothing

like Heather

and walk into a place

and steal three million dollars,

they ain't gonna have it.

In New Orleans, I went

and met Solis at the Greyhound station.

It was a long drive

and from there, we got off in Miami.

Taxi takes us to some motel.

Driver says, very, very quietly,

"Wow, you two got away with it."

And Solis is like, "No, just calm down.

You're being paranoid."

And I'm like, "No, I heard him mumble it."

"'You two got away with it.'"

"You didn't hear him say that?

We gotta leave, we can't stay here."

And he was like, "No, just calm down."

I don't know if it's just my mind

playing tricks on me.

Am I getting paranoid? Is this the moment

where you start to crack?

The next day,

he goes to retrieve the money.

And we pull all this money

out of the plastic bags in a pile.

And I'm like, "I wonder

what it'd be like to lay on this."

Here I am, I got three million dollars,

and I'm laying on top of it.

And I'm like, "This is uncomfortable."

And he's laughing,

'cause I'm like, "It hurts!"

And I kept thinking,

"Oh, my God, this smells terrible."

The smell is of pure dirt and filth.

And you're like "Ugh!"

We filled up the two largest suitcases.

Once the money was in there,

we were trying to figure out,

"What is the next step?"

I'm under strict orders. I don't go out,

'cause it's starting to hit the news.

Heather Tallchief disappeared

in the middle of a cash drop,

there's still no sign of her,

the vehicle, or the three million dollars.

If you know where Tallchief

or the location of the armored van

with Nevada plates are,

authorities would like to hear from you.

The first time,

about a month and a half ago.

- And what did he ask you?

- He's asking me

if this building was for rent.

I say, "yeah,"

and I see the sign then on the door.

A gentleman called in and said

he had rented a warehouse to this couple.

He believes it was them.

And that's when we found the van.

Got some good fingerprints,

and these were sent

to FBI Identification Division.

One was Heather Tallchief,

and the other one was Roberto Solis.

The significant part, who's Roberto Solis?

What's his criminal history?

Who is Roberto Solis?

He had been involved

in an armored truck heist before,

a botched attempt in 1969.

My first impression is,

"How did these two come together?"

'Cause he had some game, you know?

He knew what to do, what to say,

and how to get around.

You know, I mean, he was a player.

He played the game good.

One of the skills that you learn

in prison is how to manipulate people.

You know, and I think if you're in there

for any period of time,

you do become a master manipulator.

She was young, she was in her 20s,

meets an influential older guy.

Would she be susceptible

to ideas or suggestions?

Yeah, sure. What 21-year-old isn't

susceptible to some kind of suggestions?

Maybe she just got sucked

into this deal and, uh

Why share $3.2 million

if you can have it all yourself?

Not only from the greed standpoint

but she's a witness.

We had a real fear for her life.

We think that, based on Roberto's history,

you know, he's gonna k*ll her.

And take the money and run.

It's not just news,

it's Eyewitness News.

Keep an eye out

for these two people.

It could be worth a lot

if you know where they are.

Federal agents are hoping

someone will be able to identify them.

The van was discovered

at a rented warehouse,

but Tallchief and her accomplice,

convicted m*rder*r and mastermind

of the heist Roberto Solis,

were long gone.

Even in the eye of the storm,

he was really focused.

But I was scared.

If I presented a threat to him,

would I be disposable?

There was another girl,

Marlene, he had befriended.

She was very instrumental for us

because she could go out there.

"Yo, can you go to the store

and get us something?"

"Can you help us do this?

Can you go buy us this?"

"We need to get this thing rented."

She served us greatly

because she could do things

that we couldn't do at that time.

That was the agreement.

So, here you have

another woman with this guy,

who's even younger than I am.

And I was a little jealous of her,

because the nature of our relationship

had evolved into this other thing.

This other thing that had been discussed,

of having more

than one female counterpart.

So, Solis and Marlene, I suppose

they were, like, the reconnaissance.

They took the suitcases

on a private plane to St. Maarten.

You can imagine,

3.1 million dollars,

you know, in 20s and 100s,

you know, how much it weighed.

People in general

don't realize that it weighs a lot.

It's thick paper.

We knew it would take

about eight to ten suitcases to carry it.

We started contacting UPS, post office,

found out they had mailed some boxes.

We were able to trace

where they sent them to,

so we made arrangements

to fly to Miami, Florida.

And then I was left

on my own for a little bit.

You know, not really doing anything,

to be honest.

Stuck in purgatory.

But I was in Miami

and I had disposable income.

I was like, "f*ck it!" You know?

"They can be together."

"I'm gonna find me

a Moschino handbag."

I said, "Oh, I'm gonna get

my hair cut finally."

I went to this hairdresser.

She says, "Honey, I can't cut your hair,

I'm doing a show tonight."

She goes, "Would you be willing

to be in this show?"

Okay. Now we're talking.

Forget being a fugitive.

Forget this money.

All that went out the window.

We found that they had rented

a room at the motel.

"Were they still there?

We have to get into it and find out."

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We were getting good information,

get to where they were

but they always seemed

to be one step ahead of us.

It was frustrating

because we're so close.

But, uh, we couldn't make the leap

and we couldn't get in front of it.

I checked out, moved to another location.

We couldn't be found.

Solis contacted me

at the hotel and is like,

"Hey, I got this rental in St. Maarten,

here's the address."

So I get to the house,

and there's Solis and Marlene.

And I'm like, "What the f*ck?

That's nice. This is nice."

And they're like, "We rented this place.

There, we got you a room over there."

Okay.

Wonderful.

Monogamy wasn't exactly

a steadfast rule in this relationship.

So, the option of having other women

around was certainly on the table.

But yet I could feel myself

being jealous of her,

because he was now giving her

a lot of attention.

And I was like, "You know,

this is not what I envisioned."

But she soon left and went back to Miami.

But I don't get to go back.

I don't get to have a change of heart.

I've come this far.

We've done all this already.

You don't just back out.

'Cause when you're with Solis,

you're with Solis.

He's not a man of quiet means.

This is a man who lived by a creed.

If you live by the g*n,

you die by the g*n.

He wasn't about to go back to prison.

He wasn't gonna give up and surrender

with a white rag on his toe.

We were wanted.

We bought

a substantial amount of firearms,

so he taught me how to sh**t AK-47s.

And if you have a couple

of them at your disposal,

you're gonna at least put some distance

between them coming at you

and what your next move is.

But could I actually pull

the trigger on another person?

I'm not 100% sure

if I was convinced of it at the time,

but I sure as f*ck said yes.

They find us,

we're not coming back alive.

Let's just say that.

The FBI says Tallchief

was seduced by a m*rder*r.

By 1993,

they were putting a plan together

to steal at least three million

in cash and go on the run.

"Tallchief?"

I saw something

and immediately, I know.

I'm like, "Yeah, she's my sister."

I was 14 years old,

so my mind was very immature at the time.

And I won't lie if I didn't tell you

that at the time I sort of glamorized it.

I thought it was funny.

"Wow! That's savage, that's crazy."

We're in high school.

Everyone thought it was amazing.

At least, that's what they said.

"You gonna get some money?"

"You think she's gonna reach out?

You gonna get some of it?"

Heather Tallchief

appears to have pulled off

what many consider

to be the perfect crime.

There'd be a show,

Unsolved Mysteries or Hard Line

or whatever it was,

and it would spark the whole circus again.

Heather and Solis

could be anywhere right now.

Help us reel them in.

Then some new people

in my life would see it

and say, "I saw

something on TV last night."

All my friends who had children

that were her age,

they're planning graduations

or they're planning weddings, you know?

And I'm planning a funeral,

or to see her incarcerated for 40 years.

I think that it was

well thought-out, well ex*cuted,

but crime doesn't pay,

and I don't think it's a perfect crime.

I think that we'll still get them.

It would generate a lot of tips,

a lot of leads.

I actually called her father,

Fred Tallchief.

We had found a body in a foreign country,

it kind of fit her description.

They found a body

in the desert somewhere,

and they think it could be her.

And you start thinking,

"Oh, man, wow. She might be dead."

But I just blocked it out and said,

"I hope she's living life,

hope she's good."

I hoped she was just living

a life with the money.

I hoped she was happy.

I'm sitting as a fugitive

in a villa in St. Maarten

with two guard dogs.

My co-conspirator, he's off

doing some wheels and deals

to get some kind of citizenship,

passport documentation,

birth certificate, anything.

And I said, "Oh, my goodness."

"I think I missed my period."

So, I go get the pregnancy test

and I bring it back,

and I actually am pregnant.

I'm just sitting in this space,

wondering what to do.

I was confused.

I was a dumbass kid

who was gonna now have a baby.

I knew that this could end at any moment,

and it could end in a very bad way.

And I was prepared for that

more than I was for the pregnancy.

We were toying with where to go now,

trying to get these passports.

Somehow he hit on a Dutch agency

that could provide some documents.

He researched countries that wouldn't

extradite to the United States.

The Netherlands at that time was

another safe haven type of place,

and we made plans to go to Amsterdam.

I'm in the throes of being pregnant

caught up in the day-to-day routines

of domestic life.

The day I started labor,

I kept thinking it was indigestion

or I didn't eat something,

and a woman goes,

"No, that's the baby coming."

Like, "Oh, that's what this is."

I believe it was St. Luke's Hospital.

Midwife, lovely woman, she goes

and finds me a mirror so that I can watch.

So then I watch the birth

and they give me

They give me my baby, and it's slimy.

We had a birth certificate written

in Dutch saying "Emilio Martin."

Who's the mother?

The mother's Toni Martin.

Father? We didn't put a father on it.

Meanwhile, there was no plan.

We were just living minute by minute

by minute, trying to figure stuff out.

I started seeing things

in a different way.

The facade of the dream started

peeling away.

It was no longer about Solis

and his grandiose plans.

Reward money

definitely gets people's attention.

You get a lot of wacky calls

from a lot of people

that are opportunists trying to cash in.

But, you know, in the same respect,

though, you just never know.

Maybe this person did see them

down at the AM-PM last weekend.

We checked every single one

to see if it would lead us to them.

Information was provided

that they had potentially sailed

from Florida down to Nicaragua.

Numerous leads were sent down

to all the legal attachés in South America

to be on the lookout.

We sent letters to all the dentists

that we could reach,

and asked them, "Do you know this mouth?"

We really searched real wide.

Didn't have any real information

coming in where they were,

where she was.

Cases that go on

more than 24 months

usually have a minimal chance

of being solved.

If there's no more leads,

it just goes cold.

Solis went back to St. Maarten

to tie up some other things,

'cause we still had money there.

And he brings back another new woman.

You give yourself to somebody

thinking that the person loves you,

cares about you, values you.

When really, at the end of the day,

I realized that I was just a vehicle

for his own personal agenda.

The love wore off.

Maybe it wasn't really there.

Maybe I was just fooling myself.

And I just said, "Okay, I'm out."

I've got, like, $18,000

and I'm gonna take the kid

and I'll figure it out here in Amsterdam.

He didn't put up any resistance.

He didn't question it.

Didn't care.

And that hurt a lot.

I was paying my rent,

buying formula, diapers,

changing the tires on my bike

when they got flat, like, buying food.

But I did not think this through.

I'm a fugitive. I've got a six-month-old.

I needed to make some money.

So, I found this great, lucrative business

called escorting.

It was money,

I was going to get paid cash,

and I was going to get paid well

in a short amount of time.

It made perfect sense,

especially being a mom.

I can't get a babysitter

for a nine-hour shift,

but I can for an hour or two.

Amsterdam is full of interesting means

of obtaining various things.

Through a friend of a friend,

we managed to get different passports,

and so the life of Dylan and Donna

begins at that point.

But the end goal was, "How could

I get him this normal childhood?"

Because I only had ten years

until the passport expired,

and my identity along with it.

Time was ticking.

"On the run" has this conception

that you're moving place to place,

but I've always been in Amsterdam

my whole entire life.

Just felt like I was living

a normal life here.

It wasn't like we were going

from hotel to hotel,

going through country lines

and all that stuff.

There was nothing for me to really think,

"Oh, my mom is a fugitive."

You get caught up in everyday life.

I'm more concerned

in getting him to school

and making sure he's got,

you know, his teeth brushed.

And I met this dude.

He came into our lives

and adopted both of us.

We were like a prepackaged family.

Instant family.

I was happy just going along with it,

hiding in plain sight.

The British moms could tell

where other British moms lived,

or were raised, by their accent.

But nobody knew

where Donna's accent ever came from.

Our sons were very good friends,

and we spent a lot of time together.

Had a lot of good times in Amsterdam.

She was always, like, kind of mysterious,

you know what I mean?

I just did the best I could with what

I had to work with, but I'm stuck.

Stuck having to be somebody that I'm not.

I'm stuck in this false reality,

and I wasn't always happy.

Throughout my childhood,

there were moments

where it did seem like there was

something strange going on.

Like things weren't

really what they seemed.

My parents would fight from time to time,

and I think I understand now that a lot

of it was about her being a fugitive.

One time my parents had fought

and stormed off from each other,

and she told me very directly

that she wasn't Donna Eaton,

which was her fake name at the time.

She was Heather Tallchief,

and that she was from America.

I didn't want to believe it.

and I could write it off as,

"My mom's just being drunk,

just being silly."

But the words that she said

didn't feel like a lie,

and that's maybe

the scariest part about it.

There was, like, a very real moment,

one of the realest,

seeing through the cloud

of my life at that point.

It was the slow realization

that my life wasn't really what it seemed.

The feeling of having

an uncertain ground beneath me.

Time's ticking.

We're getting closer,

closer to expiration.

The passports Dylan and I were on

needed to get renewed.

We went back to Liverpool

to find the real Donna and say,

"Can you please renew this?"

But we just couldn't track her down.

I could seek out a new identity,

another fake one,

then I'd have to move away someplace.

Tell my ten-year-old son,

"By the way, we're changing our name."

The psychological ramifications

of my poor choices is unfair.

No matter how good of an idea

you think it is to pull this thing off

and have a million dollars

and, you know, be on the run,

it takes a terrible emotional toll.

And psychologically, over years,

I mean, that wears on you.

Sooner or later,

everybody has to pay for it.

You might get away with lots of money,

but are you ever really free?

You always gotta be

looking over your back,

or thinking someone might

turn you in for the reward.

That's not really freedom.

I was stuck

in a life that was not real.

And I was just so tired.

I had a passport

that was going to expire soon,

so I had to make

a decision to do something.

My first introduction to Heather

was a letter that I got from her,

which said that she would

likely be needing representation.

So, I looked her up online

and I saw all this information

and I said to myself, "Holy sh*t!"

For any criminal lawyer

worth his or her salt,

something like that

is definitely very exciting.

My thought process was, "How can I get

this woman back into the country,

surrender, and have her serve

the least bit of time possible?"

At this point,

whatever happens to me, happens to me.

But what happened to him

was crucially important.

She made it clear to me

that she was considering surrendering

and facing her prosecution,

and that her primary motivation

for doing so

would be to get

citizenship or identity for her son

to have a normal life

as an American citizen.

She wanted to know

what could I do for her,

and how bad would it be

when she came back.

And then within not a very long time,

I had a plan.

We were at the park

with the kids.

She knew that I spent

every summer in America.

And she just said, "I might be in

the States this summer."

I'm like, "Why would you be

in the States?"

She said, "A long time ago I did

something that I need to take care of."

And she goes,

"So I hope I can just go back."

But it left me feeling something was off.

So I went to the Las Vegas

Police Department website,

and I just started typing in

details she gave me.

It just kept going and going,

and all of a sudden her picture popped up.

It said America's Most Wanted,

last air date was three days before.

There's two million dollars

for any information where she is.

So, I was really worried.

I didn't want anything bad to happen.

I was like,

"I need to tell her they've just aired

an America's Most Wanted,

and somebody could be looking for her."

She needs to be prepared,

she needs a disguise.

She needs some wax lips.

But I don't know how much time just passed

that I was just staring at these pictures,

that I was just like,

"You've gotta be kidding me."

I had to break it to Dylan.

I said, "I need to go fix what I did bad

and go make it right again."

"Tomorrow, I'm gonna go away

and I'm gonna turn myself in."

And, um

he said,

"Are you gonna go away for a long time?"

I said, "Well,

I'm gonna go with the police."

"And I don't know."

It's like a big stab

in your chest.

It was kind of just easier

not to think too much about it, I guess.

That that was the coping mechanism.

I said, "Everybody's still your friends,

and you still have Dad, so

nothing's changed.

I just won't be here for a little bit."

I understood

that she was going to leave,

but I didn't understand,

like, why wouldn't she come back?

So, it was just a goodbye

for who knows how long?

Next day, school,

he bounces out of the car, backpack,

and he's like, "Bye, Mummy!

Bye, Mummy, love you."

"Love you."

And I just f*cking lose it.

'Cause that was it.

I knew I wasn't gonna see him for a while.

I was like,

"I could see him in a few years."

"I'm gonna see him in 15 years."

My initial plan was

that she would somehow or other

come to the United States

and that we would surrender her

to the authorities in Las Vegas

where the crime had been committed.

So the fact that she would do it

on her own, and come out of the dark,

was going to have an effect

on her prosecution and her sentence.

The risk, of course, was that anywhere

along the way, or before she arrived,

that she would actually get captured.

In which case, our plan

to surrender her would be out the window,

and all the rest of the plans

would have been much more difficult.

But we decided it was worth the risk.

Passport in hand,

pretend accent,

they do a retina scan,

and I'm freaking out

'cause it's like, "Oh! Things have really

stepped up since 9/11."

And the guy, passport British,

he says, "Oh, what brings you to town?"

And I'm like,

"Oh, hey, mate,

I'm here to see Oasis," I said.

"You ever seen 'em? Bloody brilliant."

I just start

talking about Oasis. And he's like,

"No, not really. Enjoy your concert."

Boom, out the door.

There's Bob, and he's like,

"Hey, how's it going? You ready to go?"

I'm like, "f*ck, yes, let's go!"

It's not just news,

it's Eyewitness News.

A suspect

in one of the most infamous

armored car heists in Las Vegas history

surrendered to authorities here today.

We are prepared to leave

your presence in a few minutes,

and walk over to the federal courthouse

and surrender her.

So, Heather, why surrender now?

It's not an easy step to take,

I wanted to do this earlier, but, um

it's very hard, so I

I'm glad I'm doing this, though.

I feel this is the right thing to do.

She's not walking in here,

with Dan and myself,

with the intention of rolling over.

I'm not convinced that a jury would

find her guilty of it, and neither is she.

You really can't handle

a complicated criminal case

unless you're prepared to go to trial.

It was not a foregone conclusion

that she would plead guilty.

It's probably an unusual thing to say

to someone turning themselves in

to the federal government,

but I feel excellent.

I truly feel positive.

I feel like a winner.

I really wasn't caring

so much about, like,

"Oh, am I gonna be incarcerated?"

It really had a sense of freedom,

and it was very liberating.

Heather,

did you talk to your son today?

He's very aware of what's going on.

I just wanted him to have a normal

normal day at school,

so, said goodbye.

We got the phone call.

Heather surrendered, it's on the Internet.

I said, "What the f*ck?"

My dad calls me and he goes,

"Hey, what are we gonna do?"

"China's not the oldest grandkid anymore."

I was like, "What are you talking about?"

"Wait, Heather has a kid?"

That was more the shocking thing,

like, "I never really thought"

Well, she was on the run so I never

thought she'd settle down start a family.

It made me laugh, that's all.

I said, "Damn, man, another one."

Whoa, these people exist

and they're, like, part of my family.

He's not American,

he's a fricking limey, you know?

He talks like a limey,

he's got that gray spot in his head.

He was a Tallchief,

but he was just a little different flavor,

a little different style, you know?

It is just so strange

to, like, live up until that point,

just not be aware

of these people that are related to you.

She was facing charges that involved

several counts of embezzlement,

bank fraud, bank robbery,

interstate flight to avoid prosecution,

false statements, and perhaps

the most important being,

the crime of using a firearm

in the commission and the execution

of a violent crime,

and interstate transportation

of a firearm.

She could easily

have been facing 20 to 25 years.

Can't sh**t in the building.

Tallchief understands that

she faces a long list of federal charges.

Her lawyers are hoping

federal prosecutors will go easy on her

since she turned herself in,

but you can bet

they'll be asking for her help

in answering

the two big remaining questions.

Where is Roberto Solis,

and what happened to all that money?

When I met Roberto, he rescued me,

and I was sort of in this hole,

and he really cared for me,

and I'd like to believe

that he actually loved me.

And I've made a decision to, um

to do what I know is right.

And I want to accept

and be accountable for my actions.

Well, thank you, Miss Tallchief,

and I have no doubt

you felt love for Mr. Solis.

He pulled you out of a deep, dark place.

I perfectly well accept that Roberto Solis

was the mastermind of this heist,

and I find that to be credible

that you are trying to make things right

with regard to your son.

But there are consequences

for our conduct.

Never trust ♪

A down low man ♪

Doing prison time, coming out,

re-assimilating into society,

going through the whole process

of being on probation,

the restrictions that are put on me

Okay, they're self-imposed,

I understand that. But they never end.

Even after you're off paper,

even after you're off probation,

even after you walk out of the prison,

you're always gonna be reminded

of what you've done.

And nobody's gonna ever let you forget it.

Not everybody that's in my life

is aware of my past,

so I'm going out here on a limb

exposing myself.

I just want it to be done.

I don't want to have to suppress

this bit of my past anymore.

Here I am. Take it or leave it.

The chips are down ♪

My cards are played ♪

You'll wish you'd run ♪

Where's Roberto now?

Who knows? I don't think he's alive.

♪alone ♪

Alone with me ♪

No, there's no way. There's no way.

If she knew where he was,

she wouldn't tell anybody.

If he's alive

"Good on you, mate. You did it."

But, come on. There's no way.

There's no way.

But if you find him,

please don't tell him where I am.

'Cause, you know

For those that don't know

what $100,000,000 looks like

it looks beautiful.

Miami International Airport

was the scene last month

of one of the largest heists

in US history.

I come and tell you,

"There's $100,000,000, don't worry,

there's no g*ns, nothing,

it's a piece of pie."

Hundred million dollars? No g*ns?