02x15 - Dead Weight

[bunniefuu]

Man:
Ooh, come on, darling.

Yeah, do it for me
one more time.

( Woman grunts )

Man:
That’s it, make it hurt.

Do it... yeah.

Make it hurt--
do it.

I can’t.

Yes, you can.

Come on,
feel the pain.

Let it hurt,
let it burn.

You can.

Yeah.

All right, good job.

Nice work.

Now, let’s try some
closed-grip pulldowns.

Michael, am I making
any progress?

I feel like I've plateaued.

Come on,
look at this definition.

Look how
you’re cutting up.

Yeah?

Well, you certainly know

how to work a girl out.

Let’s do those
close grips, huh?

What the hell
is going on here?

Dan.

Hey, we were just
talking about you.

Yeah, I’ll bet.

You’re home awfully early,
darling.

Did the market crash?

Well, I guess we’re
finished, Michael.

You just about wore me out.

Come on, Dan.

You can’t think...

No, you can’t think.

We’re about business
around here.

You want to lose that business?

Jillian!

Jillian!

Jillian!

You’re jealous?

You going to tell me you
haven’t been hammering Michael?

I will
if you’ll believe it.

I believed you
when you told me

about your secretary,
Beth, didn’t I?

But you lied.

I told you it was over
between Beth and me.

So you boff the trainer
for revenge?

You have
a dirty mind, Daniel.

But then...

That’s what I love
about you.

There is nothing happening
with Michael.

We’ve had our fight

so why don’t we, uh...

Make up, huh?

I will never
let you go.

Never.

I can’t live
without you.

Till death do us part.

What’s that
supposed to mean?

Well, that’s the promise
we made, remember?

"Till death do us part."

Rita:
When I was a little girl

my mother told me,
never judge a book by its cover.

That’s one of those sayings

you don’t appreciate
until you’re older

when you realize that
everything is glossed over

to look better
than it actually is.

And as any homicide cop
will tell you

this is especially true
with people.

Not my type.

Please.

It’s not my type.

Although that is
a nice back end.

And classic headlights
are classic headlights.

But you know what
kind of maintenance

those babies need?

Not on my salary.

Some people buy cars
in three hours.

You take three months
to buy a car.

What does
that say about me?

Trust me, you don’t
want to know.

It says that I am
discerning, all right?

I won’t buy junk.

And this is what
you call junk.

Plastic.

Welcome to the ’s, dude.

See, this car
looks good, right?

It’s a nice-looking car

but it’s been neutered,
so it won’t go fast.

It’s got
the road personality

of warm milk.

It’s overpriced

and you pray that
you don’t hit a crosswind

in a fast turn.

Other than that,
it’s perfect.

So basically
you’re looking
for a Sherman t*nk.

Too much.

I’ll settle
for a little muscle.

( Jazz playing )

Addendum:

Remember to merge the Wiener
and Rotenberg accounts

to reflect their acquisition
of Jackson industries--

which, if you ask me,
was a total dog.

Uh, Beth, don’t transcribe that
into the account, all right?

Personal note:
Um, remember to confirm

that Monday meeting
with David Schwartz

of the S.E.C.

Oh, boy.

Would I do anything
to get out of that meeting!

Rita:
It’s all right, Mrs. Borson.

You just take as long
as you need.

Saturday would have been
our tenth anniversary.

I am so sorry.

Can you tell me
what happened?

I, uh...

I went shopping.

Uh, Daniel was dressing
to work out when I left.

Did he always

come home
so early in the day?

No, uh... he said today
was really light.

We made love.

I’m sorry.

Then I... I went to do some
errands and the shopping

and, uh, Daniel wanted
to work out.

He was really
into his training.

And when I came home

I went into the gym...

And I saw him lying there.

Oh, god.

It was awful.

Hey.

Dr. Weinstein said
this guy’s been dead

a couple of hours Max--
crushed trachea.

Borsons have
a personal trainer

who makes house calls.

He canceled
his session today

so borson went it alone.

Fatal mistake.

Maybe, maybe.

The textbooks say

"accidental death, case closed."

What does Chris Lorenzo say?

Check this out.

I’m impressed.

No, now,
he goes to reset the bar.

It slips.

Crushes his trachea.

Plausible, yeah.

No. When borson was found

his legs were
under the leg extension bar

just like mine are now,
which means he was doing legs.

Not chest.

Also, now...
If he was trying to do chest

it’s ridiculous.

This is much too awkward.

Which means
somebody helped him.

Which means m*rder.

Case open.

Hudson:
"Wanted: Muscle car with kick."

This your ad,
Lorenzo?

Yeah, how’d you know?

You gave the department’s
business number.

We’ve had eight calls.

I’m working double shifts
for Smitty this week

and I didn’t want
to miss any calls.

How long does the ad run?

Indefinitely.

Change it.

Where are you
on the borson homicide?

Well, we’re on our way

to go see their
personal trainer now.

Maybe he can tell us
if Jillian borson

is strong enough to drop
a -pound barbell

on her husband’s neck.

So the wife’s playing
the hot corner?

I tell you what--
we got this trainer

right on the list next to her.

These home workouts,
all kinds of muscles

get exercised.

Okay.

Okay.

Lorenzo.

I swear to you--
if that ad’s the same tomorrow

you’ll be on switchboard
for a month.

You mean,
people get paid to work

in places like this?

Yeah. I read about this
personal trainer

in Hollywood that makes
$ for half an hour.

I tell you what--
only in Hollywood.

Anyplace that sells more
mineral water than beer

is suspect in my book.

And these tanning beds--
I don’t get that.

People pay money to lay down

in these little
florescent coffins.

They get as much sun
as we get.

Whoa!

You guys join the club’s
two-for-one program?

Cotton, you are
an adolescent.

Is this your car, cotton?

Hey, come on, Chris.

It was a joke.

No, I mean, is this your car?

Yeah. I got registration,
insurance-- totally legal.

When did you get it?

About two weeks ago.

A guy owed me some money
on a sca...

On a business transaction.

Couldn’t pay up,
so I took the car in trade.

A ’ dodge Charger Hemi.

Oh, man, this kind of stuff
never happens to me.

You like this car?

You kidding me, cotton?

This car is a classic.

How much?

How much what?

How much did he owe you?

$,.

,.

Five... oh, man, this kind
of stuff never happens to me.

Instructor:
And step, and step,
and step, and step...

Come on, drag it down.

Yoo-hoo.

We’re down here.

This way.

All right.

And one, and two,
and three, and...

Michael Montago?

You have found him...

And he is pleased.

We’re detectives
Lance and Lorenzo.

We’d like to speak with you
about Daniel borson.

Uh, two more sets, Steve.

Don’t rock forward.

Unbelievable, isn’t it?

He and his wife, Jillian,
are regulars here.

Word went around
early this morning.

I understand you
worked with both
of them privately.

You canceled your
appointment with
Mr. Borson yesterday--

why?

I fit in my personal clients
on my days off.

One of the other trainers
called in sick

and I had to come in,
so I canceled with Danny.

Did you know
Daniel borson very well?

In a way.

Daniel and I spent
two hours a week together--

talked each other
through a lot of changes.

What kind
of changes?

When I'm in someone’s home

egging them on,
pushing them to new limits

they learn to trust me.

My business is based
as much on discretion

as it is on anything else.

Mr. Montago, we have
reason to believe

that Daniel Borson’s death

may not have been
an accident.

Now, this is
confidential information

so anything that
you can tell us--

even if it

doesn’t seem important,
it may help us.

He was having an affair
with his secretary.

His wife found out

and it hit the fan... big time

if you know
what I mean?

Hmm...

Thanks.

% natural, ,% mine.

Original recipe.

Stop selling, cotton.

You know I'm interested.

But I’ll need to see
a business plan.

I’ll tell it to you.

We market the juice

on cable TV--

direct access
to the customer

low overhead

instant collectability
through credit card orders.

And you want $,?

Up-front capital

in exchange for ten percent
of the company.

Dross into gold, Larry.

All right--
I’ll have the accountants

cut you a check tomorrow.

Say, bring it by Friday.

And, Larry,
keep it quiet.

I’d hate every unsophisticated
member of this club begging

for
a position.

Christopher, my man

how about a nice,
refreshing glass

of uncle cotton’s

body shot, the all-natural
pick-me-up.

What are you up to, cotton?

Step right up,
ladies and gentlemen

and take a bash
at the American entrepreneur

last of a dying breed.

Willing to use
brains and vision

to create a better world.

Franklin, Edison

Mr. Coffee, and now Don.

Take a taste.

( Clears throat )

That’s good, cotton.

Thank you-- that’ll be
three dollars.

Three dollars, huh?
One, two, three...

Anything else

I can do for you?

...four, five.

I want to buy the car.

The charger?

That very same car.

I’ll pay you
what the guy

who dumped it
on you

owed you-- five grand.

I hate to take advantage
of you, Chris.

( Quietly: )
Just think about it, okay?

Oh, I will.

( Chuckling: )
I will.

Woman:
Yes, I was
Mr. Borson’s secretary

but I don’t understand
why you want to talk to me.

Miss snow, we’re sorry
about your loss, but...

There’s really no easy way
to dance around this.

We understand that you
and Daniel borson

were having an affair.

He loved me.

Do you know anyone

who might have
wanted him dead?

Only his wife.

That is a lie!

That tramp will do anything
to ruin my life.

Then you knew
about the affair.

Yes... well, Daniel himself
told me about it a month ago.

What did he say?

He said she went crazy
and threw things.

It was so unnerving

that he was afraid
to tell her

he wanted a divorce.

I was the one
who brought up the divorce.

He cried like a baby

and begged for me
to give him another chance.

Daniel said it hadn’t been
a marriage for a long time.

He cried in my arms one night

despondent that he’d
thrown the best years

of his life away.

...uneducated, soulless whore

trapped him with sex.

Apparently, she was willing
to do anything.

His wife was kinky.

She liked to tie him up and...

And really sick stuff.

Daniel wasn’t like that.

He just wanted to be held...

To be loved.

He described her as cloying,
out for the money.

His wife married him
because of his money.

She even made him increase
his life insurance policy

to a million dollars.

There’s nothing wrong with that.

Daniel is the only breadwinner.

If something should
happen to him...

Oh, god.

The money is to be used
to keep the house.

She’s rich now

which is all she ever wanted.

With Daniel dead...

I’ve lost the one thing
I ever really cared about.

No matter what Beth says...

Daniel and I were in love.

Their affair was over.

He had made up his mind
to divorce Jillian.

We decided to move away...
Start over.

Beth couldn’t stand the thought
of being jilted.

I hate to say this,
but I think she k*lled him.

Jillian’s attitude was
if she couldn’t have him

no one could.

I think she k*lled
her own husband.

Classic love triangle
turns deadly.

So what do you think,
lieutenant?

Two suspects...
Not bad for a day’s work.

What are you going to do
for an encore?

Whittle it down
to one.

So, who gets your bet?

I think I will keep
my money in CDs.

Both Jillian and Beth
loved borson.

Both were afraid
of losing him

and both had a twisted logic
for k*lling him.

You hit the key word.

What’s that, "logic"?

No, "both."

They’re both
sick of his lying

they’re sick
of his games,

they decided
to k*ll him together.

So yesterday was just...

It was a charade.

It was a crock to
throw us off track.

Ha! What is that?

Is that an
Agatha Christie?

Either that or
Sherlock Holmes--
I'm not sure which.

Did you find anything out

in the interrogation
transcripts?

Yeah. Both women said borson
had been in financial trouble

over the last year.

It must have been
pretty important

for both of them
to mention it

months later during
a m*rder investigation.

That’s a good point.

Think we should
start by talking

to borson’s partner,
Mel landau.

Okay, I got another
quick phone call first.

Sure.

Muscle car restoration.

Four on the floor.

Hot rods for hot men.

( Phone ringing )

Hi. Cotton’s not in right now,
but you are.

So please do, and I will.

( Beep )

Yeah, cotton, this is Chris.

Listen, have you given
any more thought

about selling the charger?

Now, I'm telling you,
I've got a $, check here.

It’s hot. You get on the horn.

Call me, cotton.

Yeah, I figure Chris is no fool.

Knows a bargain
when he sees one.

Offering me five grand, ha!

Well, what do you think?

A real Picasso.

A classic? Mint condition?

Shapes and parts
that don’t belong together.

What is this, a class project?

Everybody brings in
a different piece of dad’s car?

Worth five grand?

Two, and that’s
if you chop it up for parts.

As is?

, bucks tops.

Tops?

Here are your messages,
Mr. Landau.

I’m going to lunch.

Thank you.

Okay... detectives?

Let’s just get something
on the record

before we go any further.

I love Daniel borson
like a brother.

He was my partner
for years

and a kinder man
you’ll never meet.

But?

But he was a wimp.

I mean-- those women--
they beat him into the ground.

He had this fantasy that
he could satisfy both of them--

lead
a double life.

But he couldn’t.

With Jillian and Beth?

That’s like fire and ice.

You knew his wife well.

I was the best man
at their wedding.

And it didn’t bother you
that he was having

an affair with
your secretary?

I advised against it,
but Daniel was a big boy.

Even with friends,
there are some lines

you just don’t cross.

Besides, it didn’t
affect business.

We understand
that your company
was in trouble

with the security
exchange commission.

Are you familiar
with the stock market?

Not really, no.

If the client wants us
to buy a particular stock

we execute
the order for him.

If the trade
is large enough

there’s a good chance
the price will go up

as the market
perceives demand.

So Daniel purchased
stocks for himself

before he placed
the order for the clients.

Right-- then he sold
immediately thereafter

for a surefire gain.

It’s called front-running.

That’s insider trading,
isn’t it?

Luckily, Daniel got cold feet
and turned himself in.

Otherwise, the SEC Would’ve
put us out of business.

As it was,
they fined us down to the bone.

I forced Daniel to
cover his penalties
with his savings.

How badly did that
hurt Daniel?

It wiped him out.

He could hardly afford
his house payments.

He’d just started
to rebuild when he died.

And Jillian--
well, she’d be lucky

if she could scrape up
car payments.

I feel bad about all this

so I... I'm going to make
provisions to take care of her.

Did you know
that Mr. Borson

had a million-dollar
life insurance policy

with Jillian

as the sole
beneficiary?

No. No, I didn’t.

You think she k*lled him,
don’t you?

We want to see
all the accounts

that borson was working on,
if you don’t mind.

I’ll have Beth
put it together for you.

It’s going to take
a couple hours, though.

Thank you, Mr. Landau.

We’re sorry to intrude
under the circumstances.

You’re welcome.

Thanks.

Welcome back.

Detective Lorenzo,
you give me

a couple hours a week

I can get you into
some kind of shape.

If everything’s
under control,
Sergeant Lance

I'm going to go and
check up on cotton.

Okay.

( Up-tempo music playing )

Woman:
Side to side.

All right! Let’s go!

Janet, come on!

Whip it out!

Let’s go!

And two, and three...

And four, and five.

All right!

I take it
you didn’t come back

because of my animal looks.

No, Mr. Montago, but you
definitely would be easy

to find in a crowd.

Maybe I should shower
before we talk.

No, don’t worry about it.

I... I think I can handle it.

Take me home
or ask me a question, detective.

( Chuckles )

I really appreciate your tip

on borson
and his secretary

but now I need something
just as personal.

What do you know

about his wife,
Jillian?

I thought about the deal,
and I like it.

$, for ten percent
of your body shot enterprise.

How do you want it?

Cashier’s check
will be fine.

You won’t be sorry
about this, Arthur.

I consider it a deal
of a lifetime. Friday?

Very good.

Cotton, you know
why I'm here.

The car.

The car! Of course.

You going
to sell it to me?

Yes. No. I mean, I don’t know.

What do you mean?

Uh... you want more money.

Look, Chris, you know I know
a lot about everything--

you know, certified genius
and all that kind of stuff.

Well, I'm embarrassed to tell
you this-- I got no knowledge

about that fixation of American
culture, the automobile.

How much?

Maybe I should have
a mechanic look at it.

You know,
five gs might be too steep

( quietly ):
Or it may not
be steep enough.

,. That’s my final offer.

You take it or I walk.

Sold.

And since you’re also

Jillian’s personal trainer

we were wondering
how she handled

hearing about
her husband’s affair.

Look, sergeant, I'm
in a bad spot here.

I don’t really want
to get involved.

Michael, if you know something,
you should tell me.

I knew about the affair
for almost a year.

Borson told me he didn’t
love his wife anymore--

that Beth was his future.

After that, every time
I worked Jillian out

I felt dirty, knowing a secret.

She really loved Daniel

and thought they could
make the marriage work.

What happened when he
told her it was over?

She was devastated.

I came by that night

and they had gotten
into a huge fight.

I had to separate them.

Jillian was
holding a knife.

She threatened to k*ll him.

These are company business.

These are the SEC Files
against uS

and these are Daniel’s
personal files and checkbook.

Thanks.

When you are done, you
will pull the door shut

and sign out at the lobby.

All right.
Thank you for your cooperation.

Oh, man...

All right.

Pepperoni and mushroom?

Sure. Lots of extra cheese.

Want salad?

Sure.

( Moaning and groaning )

Oh, boy,
did I need that.

Jillian.

Hmm?

I don’t think we should
see each other anymore.

Why not?

Police are asking
questions.

About us?

About you.

They think that
I k*lled Daniel.

Do you think
that I did?

They said you’re
going to collect

a million in insurance.

I am.

And I thought

I had trouble maintaining
a minimum balance.

Borson’s personal checkbook

has manic-depressive
mood swings.

Any kind of pattern?

No. Just bills
and expenses.

Since paying off
the SEC FineS

he crawls forward
a little bit,

only to slide back
even farther.

You know what?

Maybe Jillian knew it.

She decided to bump him off
for the insurance money

before he had a chance
to divorce her

and leave her with nada.

You know, I am starting...

What?

A couple of months ago

borson had a world-class
overdraft of $,

and it’s made out
to Michael Montago.

Detectives, what’s up?

Why don’t you tell us
about this $, check

made out to you
from Dan borson, for starters?

It was payment
for services rendered.

I floated him for five months.

Macy’s parade doesn’t
have floats that big.

I trained Daniel and Jillian
twice a week

an hour each for weeks.

That’s hours times per...

$,.

You know, I don’t know
what you’re after--

how you could possibly think

that I had anything to do
with Daniel’s death

but if you want
to ask me something

try not to show up
at my doorstep

with a freaking
attitude.

No!

You guys all right?

I don’t think
it’s our freaking attitude

you got to worry about,
Montago.

Let’s try this
one more time, Montago.

I told you.

There’s no reason

anyone would want
to k*ll me.

It’s got to be
a mistake.

Somebody went to a lot
of trouble to set this up.

They wanted you.

Is there someplace else you
can spend the night tonight?

You think they’ll
try again?

We’re going to set up
surveillance outside

just in case they do--
it’s standard procedure.

Rita...

What?

This is not your ordinary
m*rder w*apon, is it?

Looks like
competition grade.

Same type of thing
borson was into.

Ha!

Rita:
All right,
we’ll check it out.

All right.

Well, you were
absolutely right.

Borson’s fingerprints
were all over that shotgun.

Anybody else’s?

No. If it was Jillian

she was smart enough
to wear gloves.

Lieutenant Hudson’s
drafting up

a search warrant
for her house.

Come on, cotton.

Look, I'm sure

cotton’s just running
a little bit late.

Or maybe he found out

that the charger is worth
more than I offered him.

I want that car so badly,
it’s becoming an obsession.

Well, besides
the machismo factor,

there’s nothing wrong with that.

It’s getting to the point

I'm even willing
to cheat cotton out of the car.

Knowing cotton, I'm sure
the feeling is very mutual.

Shh! Shh!

Yeah, sorry I'm late.

I wanted to fill her up
for you.

Thank you, cotton.

Yeah, listen,
this beast runs on regular.

I couldn’t find any

so it may chug a little
bit on the unleaded

but don’t worry about it.

Just clean out
the tubes with regular
on the next fill-up

and you’ll be route .

And I'm telling
you, cotton--

,, that’s
my ceiling.

Chris, you confuse me
with my reputation.

I’m not asking for more.

A deal’s a deal.

I think the car
might be worth

a little more
than that, cotton.

I am so touched

but let me tell you something.

I don’t want this car.

I never did.

I just wanted
my five grand back.

Now I got extra.

I’m making out
like a bandit.

If Chris can also
make a bargain

hey, I couldn’t
be happier.

So what do you say?

Yep.

What the hell happened
last night?

You pointed the damn thing
right at the door.

You were supposed to aim
for the window--

scare me, not k*ll me.

You playing some kind
of game on me--

you take it all?

I’ll rat you out
before I let that happen.

You understand me?

Don’t play me for stupid,
I'm warning you.

Listen,
I think Lance and Lorenzo

might stop by
with more questions for you.

How the hell should I know?

This is your plan.

Right.

I’ll see you later.

( Horns honking )

Boy, if I didn’t trust
cotton so much

I would say
there’s a little more

than just unleaded fuel
in your t*nk.

No, no... see,
you don’t understand.

This is a racing car.

Now, this isn’t made to just
kind of hop along

from stoplight to
stoplight, all right?

It’s made to race.

( Starts engine )

( Car chugging )

Uh... hmm.

You know, maybe we should
just walk the rest of the way.

Give it a second, all right?

I think we can make it
to the driveway

on the next try.

Hello.

I was just kidding
when I said

I thought

it was both women
that k*lled borson.

No. No, it’s not what you think.

This is the first time
we’ve spoken in over a year.

Well, considering
the statement

you gave us
hours ago

you can understand
our skepticism.

Yeah, you
remember that,
don’t you?

She was
Eva Braun

and you thought
she was Lizzie Borden.

I was still in shock

over the death of my husband
at the time.

So what are you
doing here, Beth?

I just wanted you to know
how badly I feel.

I never meant to cause you
any pain, Jillian

and I brought back

some of Daniel’s possessions.

Borson kept all this
at your house?

He said they were
personal things

he didn’t want
lying around the office.

Excuse me,
but I would like to have

my husband’s things,
whatever they are.

I’m sorry, Mrs. Borson.

It’s all covered
under a search warrant.

Mrs. Borson,
do you or your husband

own any shotguns?

Now, why would you ask
a question like that?

With all due respect, ma’am,
because I'd like an answer.

What the..?

There’s two missing.

Who else had access
to this room?

Um, just Daniel
and myself.

And Michael Montago.

This is so simple, it’s elegant.

This is the stock account

that Montago opened
at a local brokerage.

His initial deposit
was , bucks.

And you think
it’s the $,

borson paid for
personal trainer fees?

The dates
correspond exactly.

Here is where it gets
really interesting.

Montago’s made trades
since then.

He’s always buying
and selling

within hours
for a substantial profit--

never losing any money.

Either he’s psychic or...

Or he’s getting tipped off.

Borson told him
what stocks to buy.

Isn’t insider trading
what got him in trouble

in the first place?

Only now he
has perfected it.

See, he puts the account
in montago’s name.

That way, it makes
it harder to trace
back to him.

How much is in there?

As of the day
that borson was k*lled--

$,.

So Montago gets greedy,
all right?

He establishes an alibi.

He sneaks out, kills borson,
he keeps all the cash.

What about the attempt
on his life?

No, he stole that shotgun
from the borsons--

rigged the booby trap
to throw us off.

He even had us believing
it was borson’s wife

behind the whole thing.

Bring him down... hard

and fast.

Montago, you’re overpacked.

Prisons are like airlines--
two bags per customer.

Drop ’em.

I didn’t do anything.

You’re under arrest for
the m*rder of Daniel borson.

Turn around and
put your hands
behind your neck.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will

be used against you
in a court of law.

I know my rights.

You have to believe me:
I didn’t k*ll him.

Yeah, right.
And you don’t have

a stock account
with $, in it.

You and borson
had a deal

to split the money.

No.

You got greedy

and you k*lled him,
didn’t you?

You knew the shotgun
was in the house

last night, didn’t you?

None of it was my idea.

I just went along for
a piece of the action.

Right.

And borson’s pulling
all the strings.

Right.

I wasn’t lying to you.

The , really was

for working him out.

Get down!

Montago, get down!

Rita:
Yeah, we got
a black x bronco.

It’s headed northeast
on Coolidge

and the plates are missing.

All right, thanks.

They got all units
scrambling.

There’s an ambulance
on the way.

Montago’s not going
to need an ambulance.

For the hundredth time,
you’re going to tell me

that you don’t know anything
about the missing shotgun

and, of course, you never heard
of the secret stock account

and because you were
at home yesterday

you couldn’t have possibly been
driving that black bronco

and because you were not
part of the conspiracy

to k*ll your husband

you had no reason to blow
Montago in two.

Is that it, Jillian?

Jillian, please.

Talk to us.

When... when Daniel told me
about the affair

I was so angry that all I wanted
to do was to get even.

So I started
sleeping with Montago.

I never would have k*lled him.

I never would have k*lled
anyone.

Why should I?

I haven’t done anything wrong.

Lance, Lorenzo.

I hate to break this
to you

but you may have

the wrong suspect in there.

Tell us something
we don’t know.

We called the brokerage house

to freeze
montago’s illegal account.

Somebody closed it out.

Who?

Don’t know.

It was an electronic
transfer to a bank
in the Caymans.

When did this happen?

About a half hour ago.

Half hour ago.

Where’s landau?

He was here early this morning
when I got in.

Where is he now?

He said he was taking
a few days off

in the Caribbean.

How is he going
to get there?

I don’t know.

Didn’t you make
the reservations?

No. He made them himself.

I heard him.

Let’s see...

Last number dialed...

Caribbean getaways.

( Ringing )

Woman:
Hello, and thank you for calling
Caribbean getaways.

No one is here to take...

Got him.

Don’t let on that
anything’s wrong.

Just stall their takeoff
until we get there.

We’re about...

Ten minutes.

Ten minutes away--
thanks.

I got to hand it
to landau: He is smart.

I mean, he had us
chasing our tails
for three days.

Why would he do it?

Money.

He already makes
plenty of money.

Why would he k*ll two people
just to make a little bit more?

He wanted it bad enough.

You know, I've been
at this so long,

that is starting to make sense.

Bother you?

No, it scares me.

They say that you’re supposed
to think like a criminal

in order to catch one, but
essentially, what does that do?

What does that
change us into?