Don't give up.
Oh, I never do.
May I?
You work with your hands?
-Redhead. -Luther.
Your Iife wouId be a whoIe Iot simpIer if you couId Iearn to operate a VCR.
True. Truer words were never spoken.
What's that?
Here we go.
That is nice.
It's okay. He's not here.
Anyway, I toId him that I was sick.
So you can reIax.
I'II be right back.
You Iike that? Do you?
Oh, yeah.
So you wanna pIay, huh?
You okay?
How wouId you Iike that?
-You sIap-- -Don't sIap me!
You IittIe bitch!
AIan, what are you doing?
AIan!
AIan, you're hurting me!
I'II hurt you, goddamn it.
You're hurting me!
Goddamn you!
You wanna be hurt?
I'II hurt you.
You Iike this?
-Let go! -Do you?
You Iike that?
Goddamn you!
-Son of a bitch! -Get away!
Get back here.
Get back here!
Stop it!
Stop it! AIan!
What are you doing?
Bitch. . .
. . .you wanna pIay? I'II show you how.
You fucking bastard!
You bastard!
You Iike that?
-Come back. -Don't!
Let go of me!
Bitch, you cut me, goddamn it!
Fucking asshoIe!
I'm gonna kiII you!
HeIp! HeIp!
HeIp!
Did you kiII her?
No choice in the matter, sir.
What am I gonna do?
-Jesus, Tim. What do we do? -No choice in the matter.
What the heII was that?
Oh, shit.
Oh, my God.
Do you reaIize what a shitstorm we're in?
Go on, teII me.
Nothing to teII. He screamed for heIp.
You heard no sounds of vioIence tiII then?
Nothing we haven't heard before.
-Maybe I shouId caII the poIice. -Oh, Jesus. What?
BiII. . .
. . .why don't you think about that.
Just take a second. . .
. . .and think about that.
Think reaI. . .
. . .fucking. . .
. . .hard.
ProbabIy not a good idea.
Here's what happened.
Poor Christy. . .
. . .came home aIone and interrupted a burgIary.
Sound IogicaI?
Yeah, sure.
We have to sanitize this pIace.
AIan.
Did you have sex with her?
I don't know.
BiII, you're gonna have to examine her.
-I'm no gynecoIogist. -I just made you one.
Christ!
I'II take that.
-It has both fingerprints. -Thanks for sharing.
GIoria.
-Did I kiII her? -Everything's gonna be fine, AIan.
Don't worry about it.
-Oh, God. -Now be carefuI.
Just don't get bIood on you.
I'II take care of everything, okay? Just Iike I aIways do.
-Oh, shit. -What?
Madame's purse.
-Miss RusseII, Iet me get him. -Thank you.
-I got him. -AII right.
Nice and easy, sir.
Oh, my God!
No knife!
-What? -Where's the knife?
In the bedroom.
-Come on. -Get up there!
Shit!
Go!
Excuse me.
I got the number.
Gee, guys, maybe it was the bogeyman.
Check under the bed. You may have buried us!
I got his Iicense number.
You think he'II sit around waiting for us?
Look, take it easy.
Everybody, shut up, aII right?
What have you got?
Oh, boy.
Two-way mirror.
We better get cracking on that Iicense number.
That's aII we've got.
He's got the Ietter opener.
BIood. . .
. . .fingerprints.
Jesus!
Think what he can do.
The man's a thief. A thief who witnessed a murder.
It Iooks Iike he stoIe a whoIe bunch of money.
I'II teII you what he's gonna do.
He's gonna run Iike heII.
They beat us by seven.
By seven?
Who'd have thought that?
Kate.
I guess it'd be a IittIe Iate for me.
The jogging, I mean.
Kind of dumb way to start.
But I did want to taIk to you.
About?
The weather, actuaIIy.
It's getting cooI in the evenings.
That happens this time of year.
I was thinking. . .
. . .of moving to a kinder, more gentIe cIimate.
I thought I'd taIk with you, since you're the onIy famiIy I have.
Luther, you don't have me.
You know what it's Iike to be the onIy kid. . .
. . .who got to taIk about visiting day?
This move, it wouId be a permanent one, you understand.
We never see each other anyway.
We haven't since Mom died. That's a year.
Look, you chose your Iife. You had that right.
You were never around for me. Fine.
I have no pIans to be around for you.
Wait a minute. Wait.
You're Iying, aren't you?
Are you active again? Is that why you're here now?
I don't beIieve you.
Oh, Christ!
Father, what have you done?
Christy SuIIivan?
Wife of WaIter.
Most IikeIy came home, stumbIed onto a burgIary.
Some burgIary. I wish my carpets were this cIean.
I couIdn't find a singIe fingerprint.
-Are you serious, Laura? -It's Iike Mary Poppins was here.
Where's Mr. SuIIivan?
Sorry, Seth.
The entire SuIIivan househoId went to Barbados two days ago.
Thanks for your support.
Oh, no, wait. It gets worse.
The shots came from here.
If she stumbIed on a burgIary, she shouId've been here.
But she was kiIIed exactIy where she is.
See, the bIood patterns indicate that.
What is she doing here?
Looks Iike someone sat here, but I couIdn't find any prints.
So you think oId man SuIIivan hoIed up in this chair. . .
. . .and watched his wife perform?
God, I hope not.
For his sake. You know, he's such a great man.
Be carefuI digging that out.
Looks Iike he tried to strangIe her.
Then he went to the door to shoot her from behind?
He aIso inspected her vagina.
He did what?
Why?
Maybe he didn't remember that he did her.
A strong burgIar with a weak mind.
ObviousIy, it's another open-and-shut case.
We can expect tomorrow's temperatures...
... to climb into the 7 0s with lows around 50.
Turner will start things off for the Cougars.
-One man to beat. -He's going all the way!
Nothing but clear sailing now.
Six points!
Mr. SuIIivan.
Sorry to bother you.
I'm Seth Frank, senior homicide detective, MiddIetown County.
My cIient is in no mood for conversations.
It's aII right, Sandy.
You're in charge of the case?
Yes, sir.
I've gotta ask you a few questions.
What do you want?
Positive identification?
Yes. . .
. . .that was my wife.
Anything eIse?
You'd been in Barbados for two days.
I took the staff, aIways do this time of year.
Your wife didn't come with you.
WeII, she was.
Had it aII pIanned.
But you know women.
She changed her mind.
I'd been married to my Rebecca for 47 years.
When she died. . .
. . .I decided I never wanted that pain again.
One thing I knew about Christy. . .
. . .she was going to outIive me.
I think that's enough for today.
Sir, I have to ask you about the vauIt.
You mean, the contents of the vauIt, of course.
Sandy, you go on.
-WaIter. -No, reaIIy.
I'm aII right. You go on to the reception.
ObviousIy, I can't make it.
I'm sure everyone wiII understand.
You don't mean the contents.
You mean the chair.
You must ask about the chair.
Yes, sir. I do.
Why? Are they connected?
Someone sat in it and may have been invoIved in the murder.
I have the deepest respect for you. I'm sorry to have to do this.
I promise you, none of this wiII make my highIight reeI.
WeII, I hoped I couId satisfy her.
But, you know. . .
. . .she had needs.
She didn't want to go behind my back.
She suggested the chair.
She hoped I might get to Iike sitting there.
I didn't.
For 80 years, I've tried to Iive. . .
. . .a decent Iife.
I've given a biIIion doIIars to charity.
If this comes to triaI. . .
. . .none of that wiII be remembered.
I'II just go out. . .
. . .the joke of the worId.
I understand, sir. I'II do what I can.
WouId you Iisten to me whine?
I apoIogize, Mr. Frank.
Just do your job and I'II try to do mine.
Yes, sir.
I'm sorry, sir.
Ladies and gentIemen, the President.
Sandy.
Mr. President.
-Take a waIk with me. -CertainIy, sir.
TeII me about WaIter. How is he?
WeII, he's 80 and aIone, Mr. President.
He understands that officiaIIy my hands are tied.
Yes, but he's very moved by your concern, sir.
Any news of the kiIIer?
Why isn't there? Who's in charge of this?
The top man.
He spent eight years, homicide work in New York.
I understand how you feeI. It's hard to be patient.
No one understands how I feeI.
I'm supposed to have aII this power. . .
. . .and I can't even heIp my oIdest friend.
You and I know, more than any man aIive, WaIter SuIIivan put me here.
Now when he needs me most. . . .
WeII, he must feeI abandoned.
I'II have a press conference.
I'II have WaIter come and I'II embrace him in front of the worId.
He'II treasure that.
What a generous gesture.
Thank you, sir. Thank you.
Tennis eIbow.
This is getting worse, GIoria.
I need to see a doctor.
The country wouId have to be informed, Mr. President.
What happened to my rights to privacy?
I think she nicked a tendon.
Burton says it's a fIesh wound.
Since when did you become an expert, BiII?
You ever been wounded?
Yes, sir. A few times.
You're serious about this press conference?
Of course I am.
WaIter's Iike a father to me.
ShaII I bring Mrs. Richmond home?
I don't think Mrs. Richmond's mission. . .
. . .to heIp the poor in Asia needs to be interrupted.
What do we know so far?
We've checked his Iicense pIates.
He stoIe the car from a poIice impoundment Iot.
We're not deaIing with a fooI, are we?
Has he initiated contact?
Burton doesn't think he wiII.
I agree.
I apoIogize for my behavior.
Consider it a bIip on the screen.
As far as I'm concerned, that's aII he is.
He couId be a IittIe more than that, AIan.
He saw.
He saw nothing. He saw a drunk woman who Iiked rough sex too much.
He's a burgIar. Who's gonna beIieve him?
After aII, it's not as if he has any evidence.
He's a burglar. Who 's gonna believe him?
After all, it's not as if he has any evidence.
Boy, you aIways did disappear good, Luther.
You're trying to say I have a weak face?
No, I'm saying you're Iucky.
Some customers, no matter what I do, stiII stand out.
How many passports you want?
Four ought to do the trick.
You want different Iooks, matching internationaI driver's Iicenses.
I'II throw in dummy credit cards.
How are the rugs I made you hoIding up?
Good. The mustaches and the beards aIso.
We try to give quaIity for our money.
You Ieaving the country for permanent?
That couId be.
Does it matter where you've been? I hate doing Asian passport stamps.
No. Make it European.
Caribbean in the wintertime. How Iong is aII this gonna take?
It usuaIIy takes time. For you, I'II rush it.
You're aIways dependabIe, VaIerie.
Listen, Luther. . .
. . .I don't wanna know what you're into.
I do, but I'm not gonna ask you. But Ieaving the country forever. . . .
What is it?
I never figured you for a runner.
Thirty percent of my runners kiII themseIves within five years.
Right now, five years doesn't sound too bad.
Take care.
See you.
Okay, see if this makes any sense.
I am Christy SuIIivan.
I come in and I surprise a burgIar.
Okay, now you're the surprised burgIar coming from the vauIt.
GoId star. I draw my gun. Boom.
Then why strangIe her when you couId just shoot her?
Why do I bother to strip her and put her cIothes back on?
There, I can heIp you out.
You used to be a dry cIeaner and you Iove beautifuI cIothes.
Thanks a Iot. And you dress her because. . . .
She was a good customer and you didn't want her embarrassed when poIice came.
She had a 0.21 bIood-aIcohoI IeveI. Not that it matters.
She didn't drive.
The chauffeurs, they keep exact miIeage on these cars.
They haven't been driven since they went to Barbados.
I checked every cab and Iimo service in the area.
Somebody drove her home. Who?
Why haven't they come forward?
Maybe because whoever drove her home kiIIed her.
Maybe.
I Iove this case.
Lieutenant?
Sorry to bother you, but the phone probIems?
-I took care of them. -Thanks.
Just part of the job.
I hate peopIe who say that. It is your fucking job.
Remember the buIIet hoIe in the waII?
Guess what?
No sIug.
Why take a sIug out of the waII when there's one stuck in her head?
Different from the one in her body?
Two different guns means two burgIars.
Two guys broke in?
They both went out the window? BuIIshit.
By the way. . .
. . .why did he or they go out the window anyway. . .
. . .when he or they got in by breaking a ziIIion doIIar security system?
BiII Burton from Secret Service in the parking Iot.
Thanks, Bob. What's he doing in the parking Iot?
BiII Burton. Hi.
Hi. Seth Frank. To what do I owe the honor?
You must be going crazy. . .
. . .but the boss is interested about your progress.
Maybe we couId heIp each other.
What do you have in mind?
WeII, you know how cIose he and SuIIivan are, right?
The minute anything breaks. . .
. . .I'II teII the President.
He'd be the first to aIert Mr. SuIIivan.
It'd mean a Iot to him.
Any red tape you want cut, done.
Here's my numbers.
Any Ieads?
We're stiII figuring out what happened.
-I Iove pIaying SherIock HoImes. -You guys do that?
I was a state trooper before the government got me.
Wait. You're that BiII Burton?
-I was younger and dumber then. -I was younger. I'm dumber now.
Keep in touch.
My chef makes them especiaIIy for me.
I promise you, they're sinfuI.
You're a saIesman, Mr. SuIIivan.
This is a new arena for me.
But from what I'm toId, you have a fIawIess reputation.
Which is why I need to empIoy you, Mr. McCarty.
Understood.
I don't know who it is I'm after yet.
UntiI I do. . .
. . .you wait in Washington for instructions.
That's out of the question.
Mine is not creative work.
I do it because I enjoy Iiving beyond my means.
I can't afford to sit around.
My father died when I was 1 0 years oId.
He was a miner. He died of Iung disease.
I became rich at 25.
The first thing I did was buy that mine, cIose it down. . .
. . .and give every miner $50,000 to retire on.
You wiII wait in Washington, Mr. McCarty.
And I wiII put one miIIion doIIars' expenses. . .
. . .in a Swiss bank of your choosing.
And when the time comes. . .
. . .2 miIIion doIIars a buIIet.
You are a saIesman, sir.
SeIIing sin is easy.
-Who is he? -It's Luther Whitney. . .
. . .one of the great thieves of the worId.
I've been going nuts. I was up aII night.
I remembered your notion how it was two burgIars.
Around dawn, I thought, ''What if it's not two burgIars. . .
. . .but just one guy trying to make it Iook Iike two?''
I caIIed my buddy at the Bureau. They keep track.
There's onIy haIf a dozen guys who couId've done the SuIIivan job.
I've been tracing aII six.
Whitney's the onIy guy that Iives here.
-Why haven't I ever heard of him? -He hasn't been arrested in 30 years.
What's this? His graduation picture from Harvard?
That's history. He was just a punk, part of a gang.
Three-time Ioser.
Since he got out Iast. . .
. . .no one's touched him.
When something big comes up, they question him, but nothing sticks.
Oh, Seth.
We can make this stick.
I bet you he's our guy.
He's a IocaI. You can't ask for anything more.
WeII, we got a probIem.
What?
He hasn't kiIIed anyone in 45 years.
Korea.
So what? He's a veteran.
Not just a veteran, he's a wounded veteran.
I got his war record here.
BattIes, commendations, decorations up the kazoo.
He Iives aIone on disabiIity.
That's what he says anyway.
But I don't see him as a kiIIer. He's just a great thief.
And besides, I don't do war heroes.
Boy, you must be smart.
Pardon me?
It usuaIIy takes you guys a week to get to me.
Oh, Seth Frank.
I recognize your picture from the newspaper.
Luther Whitney.
Nice to meet you.
WouId you Iike a signed confession now or do you want coffee first?
Before I send you away for Iife, I shouId probabIy check out your aIibi.
I was watching a footbaII game with an oId friend, Red Bransford.
He owns a saIoon here in town.
You can ask me about the game.
I couId be Iying.
You been foIIowing the case?
Yeah, I have.
I Iove true crime.
FBI says there's onIy a few guys who couId have handIed this job.
I got a Iist here. You're on it.
How I wish it were true.
This person, they go in the front door. . .
. . .and out a window, down a rope in the middIe of the night?
Now, if I couId do something Iike that. . .
. . .I'd be the star of my AARP meetings.
-What's that? The American-- -Association of Retired Persons.
Luther, why was this so difficuIt?
You want me to heIp you soIve your case?
Just Iooking for insight.
How wouId you--?
Scratch that. How wouId one go about it?
What kind of person shouId I Iook for?
Except for the rope trick, an oIder person, Iike me.
Because?
WeII, you need patience.
The secret is research, research and research. I've read that.
What kind of research?
WeII, from what I saw on the tube, this is a rather Iarge home.
Must be an architecturaI office.
You'd go to the Iibrary, go through pubIic records. . .
. . .find out where that architecturaI office is and break in.
And then you xerox the pIans and get them back by morning.
Why not just steaI them?
Anyone can break into an office, but doing it. . .
. . .without having peopIe know you were there is the trick.
Then there's the generaI contractor.
And then there's the security company.
Do you reaIize the skiII of breaking the security of a security company?
I don't know how those guys do it.
Why go to aII that troubIe, Luther?
There's a vauIt in the house. There must be a secret way into it.
There was. That's what I don't get.
How do you mean?
This guy obviousIy did the research you're taIking about.
So why does he take a crowbar. . .
. . .to open the vauIt when there's a cIicker right there?
A cIicker?
WeII, a gizmo, Iike a VCR remote.
Sounds amazing to me.
Must've been a Iot of vaIuabIes in that vauIt.
CIose to 5 miIIion totaI vaIue.
Is that funny?
I feeI Iike you're trying to surprise me.
I was trying to.
-Thank you. -You're weIcome.
There you go again.
WouId the burgIar use a disguise?
Yeah, he might.
Get with the program if you're gonna catch this guy.
It is a guy we think, anyway. Some sort of a Ioner? Weirdo?
Maybe Iike you.
WeII, I'd be the perfect prototype, actuaIIy.
Except you see a face around Iong enough and put things together.
That's why these top guys have disguises.
Some of them, I even understand, become makeup experts. . .
. . .hire wigmakers and things Iike that.
Go on about the wigmakers.
I wouId. . . .
I've gotta go have my pacemaker checked.
It's been so exciting taIking to you.
A: You don't have a pacemaker. And B: I'II be back tomorrow.
Tomorrow is promised to no one.
Goodbye.
Pacemaker, my ass.
Oh, Katie.
You gotta start eating better than this, darIing.
I'm having this press conference here. . .
. . .because it is here, at this courthouse. . .
. . .that Christine SuIIivan's kiIIer wiII be tried.
As you know, I came from an impoverished famiIy. . .
...in an impoverished town.
We lived with our doors...
...unlocked.
We all lock our doors now.
-That's not what concerns me. -A ginger aIe.
We are also locking our hearts.
CouId you turn that off?
-That is the sadness. -In a second.
That. . .
. . .is the Ioss.
We are Iocking our hearts to the weary.
We are locking our hearts...
... to the poor and their pain.
Sisters and brothers...
... we are locking our hearts to ourselves.
Turn it back on.
-But you said-- -I know. . .
. . .but turn it on.
We feel that savagery and violence must be allowed a place at table.
That is wrong. That is not America.
I shall fight that battle.
Dear friend. . .
. . .oId friend. . .
. . .we shaII fight that battIe.
Who can expIain chance?
If we had not met. . .
. . .I wouId not be President today.
If Christine had not taken iII. . .
...she would be with you in Barbados even now.
Walter, you've been like a father to me.
I would give the world to lessen your pain.
Thank you.
You heartIess whore.
I'm not about to run from you.
Thomas Jefferson used the Green Room as a dining room.
The waIIs are covered with green siIk. . .
. . .just as they were when James Monroe was President.
Many vaIuabIe objects and paintings in this room.
We'II move on to the BIue Room.
James Hoban buiIt the BIue Room as an ovaI. . .
. . .to pIease President Washington.
During the hoIiday season. . .
. . .the White House Christmas tree stands in the middIe.
The view from the window incIudes the Jefferson MemoriaI.
We'II be moving on to the Red Room.
The waIIs of the Red Room are covered with red siIk.
He was in the buiIding. He took a guided tour.