And you two were stoned the whole time.
Yep.
You managed to flip the boat, and we lost everything.
We had to walk the rest of the way...
We flipped the boat?
You did.
It was an adventure.
That's what you kept saying.
Irish wine.
Whiskey?
- Cheers. - Sláinte.
- So... - So...
- I've been... - I wanted to ask...
- Sorry. - You first.
I was wondering,
do you think Stephen could have pulled together $40,000 without you knowing?
What?
Well, it's a story that might break
that basically accuses Stephen of doing something
that would require his having access to a large amount of cash.
I was just wondering, could he do that?
A story that might break?
You mean something that you're involved in?
- Indirectly. - What are you doing?
I'm trying to help Stephen. I'm trying to protect you.
Bullshit!
You always do this.
Sometimes I feel like we all made this deal,
and it works out great for you and Stephen, and not for me.
And instead of us just figuring it out,
you guys are just fine walking around as if nothing ever happened.
Okay.
Okay, let's start over.
I come here to tell you that I'm thinking
about walking away from my marriage,
and you say what?
I say it's too late. We're way past this.
You made your choice.
Because you wouldn't step up.
What do you mean?
Not then, not now, not in college.
I'm saying that you're asking me
for something that's not real.
That's what I'm saying.
Annie...
We have two mortgages.
We have the place in Virginia.
We've got the apartment here.
Basically, we spend everything we make,
so there's no way Stephen could have given anyone $40,000
without me knowing about it.
- Annie... - It's okay.
Now I'm just a source,
so the pressure's off.
Hello?
Who's the great-looking blonde, Cal?
Who's this?
Across the street.
I like your style, man.
I got something for you.
And you couldn't just ring the doorbell?
Precautions.
The guy in the photo, I asked around. He's definitely a grunt.
Buddy of mine used to see him at security trade shows.
Never knew his name,
but he worked for an old-timer called Fred Summers.
Does alarm installations, shit like that.
Here's Fred's address.
Crystal City.
Thanks.
Mr. Summers?
Hey.
Who you looking for?
Fred. Fred Summers. Do you know him?
Fred's not here.
Oh, yeah? Uh-huh.
You live here. You're his roommate.
Sorry. Okay.
Do you know where he might be?
He's overseas. He shipped out last week.
Overseas like...
Look, I don't really know what Fred's into, okay?
He ships out, and he comes back.
Okay. Could you pass a message?
Take it easy.
All right. Okay.
Hey, Joey? Cal McAffrey.
Yeah, yeah, shut up. Listen! Listen!
Tell Bill he's gotta send some cops to 566...
- So? - No sign of the guy.
Did you get a name?
How about the apartment? You find something?
Nothing?
Place belongs to a guy named Fred Summers,
except Fred passed away last March.
Neighbors say that his nephew stays there from time to time
while the probate is being worked out.
Except he doesn't have a nephew.
You're catching on fast.
Cal, I thought we had an understanding.
You were supposed to share your information with us.
Do you remember that?
Don, I went there to talk to a guy named Fred Summers, right,
who I now find out is deceased.
Do you think I would've gone there
if I knew what I was gonna be walking into?
Just happened to be there, huh?
Yeah.
Now, do you mind if I get back on with my story?
It's not a story. It's a case!
And... And just so you know, a girl by the name of Mandi Brokaw,
16, junkie, turned up dead tonight.
Probable homicide.
She look familiar?
We got her fingerprints off of those
surveillance photos you so kindly gave us.
Hello, I'm Rhonda Silver.
Like I said, that's what he called "being in committee."
I know you got shot at last night,
and I know I should be making you a nice cup of cocoa,
but I'm just so bloody angry!
I mean, the decision, I'm assuming, was that this was not news.
We... Look, we didn't... We were worried that...
It was my call, Cam. All right?
I didn't, and I don't believe her.
She's not credible.
She was just trying to sell us her sexy
scrapbook photos of her friend, Sonia Baker.
Her dead friend.
Yeah, well, why the hell couldn't we have printed that?
A waitress comes forward with a claim about a sex scandal.
Great, that's an A-1 story.
Then he denies it. There's another story.
And then... And then one of them cracks, and there's another story.
Meantime, people are reading about it,
and they're reading us about it, because we had it first!
Except we didn't, did we?
No, no, no, 'cause some wanker decided it was beneath us.
Look at her, come on! Look at her!
She's a sideshow! It's a smear campaign.
It's exactly what these companies do
to destroy people who get in their way.
The true story here, the real story here, is PointCorp.
The real story is the sinking of this bloody newspaper!
Christ!
We have new management to answer to now, Cal,
and they are interested in sales, not discretion.
And how am... How am I gonna tell them that we are now behind a story
we were once in front of?
Well, we're running with what we've got today.
No! No.
- You can't do that. - Why not?
We've got more than enough to go with.
You run with it, and you're gonna frighten off the wildlife.
And we haven't got the rest of the story.
I do not give a shit about the rest of the story!
We are going to press... tonight.
You've got eight hours.
You look tired. Want some coffee?
Yeah, that's nice.
Can you hold on for one second?
George, a word with you for a minute?
- Sure, Steve. - Thanks.
Listen, I just wanted you to know
my speaking up in the hearings the other day
was not meant in any way as a gesture of disrespect to you
or a lack of gratitude for the support that you've shown me.
No, no. Not at all.
It was a very impressive performance.
You have your passions, I understand that.
All right, good. Well, that's a relief to know.
You have your show horses, and you have your work horses.
I'm sure we can all find a way to get along.
There's no way.
There is no way we can meet that deadline.
Yes, we can.
All right, guys, we're getting our balls busted.
What do you got?
All right, the guy you had us check out,
Dominic Foy, turns out he's a gold mine.
- Dominic? - Foy.
Right. He's a guy I keep hearing about.
A friend of Sonia's in all the surveillance photos where she's crying.
- And he's in Rhonda's cell phone shots. - Mmm-hmm.
Okay, so, is this Halloween,
- or is he some kind of freak? - Freak.
He runs a legitimate PR business.
Handful of corporate clients.
Just likes to party on the weekends.
Special parties.
- Tell him the good part. - Oh yeah,
mostly works out of the Daily Grill,
but guess where his registered office is?
- Where? - Guess.
Where?
The Watergate.
- Oh. - Not only that, Suite 413.
Same suite as the Medal of Freedom Initiative, which is...
The lobbying subsidiary of PointCorp.
Let's get him on tape.
You want me to call Rodney and get the gear?
Yeah, same place.
What... I'm sorry.
You want to put him on tape?
Yeah.
What are we, cops now?
That's totally illegal.
If Dominic Foy can connect Sonia Baker to PointCorp,
he's gonna be under a lot of pressure
to recant anything he might tell us, all right?
So we put him on tape. That's our insurance.
And why do you think he's even gonna talk to you?
Because he's scared.
How do you know?
Because I'm gonna scare him.
Hey, is that your Cadillac out there?
Yeah.
V-8 XLR, 320 horsepower, adaptive cruise control, heads-up display?
That's the one. That's a hell of an impressive car.
Yes, I know.
What do you got in your gay-rage?
- Excuse me? - Your gay-rage. Your garage.
- Right. - You drive the same thing?
- No, I don't. I have a 1990 Saab. - Oh.
Yeah. I got velour seats. The passenger side one's ripped,
but it gets me from A to B, you know.
Sorry to hear that.
If only I could get a job in PR, right?
Who the hell are you?
Do you read the newspapers, Dominic?
- Sometimes. - Okay.
I got something I want to run by you, all right?
It ain't finished. I'm still working it up.
Let's see how you feel about this.
"Dominic Foy, a D.C. public relations figure
"with known ties to defense contractor PointCorp
"was yesterday linked to the death
"of Capitol Hill staffer Sonia Baker."
Come on. Are you a reporter?
This is not cool. This is definitely not cool.
Very unprofessional. I'm just sitting here...
Cal McAffrey from the Globe.
Congratulations. Keep it.
That's gonna run tomorrow unless
you can tell me what I need to know today.
- I don't think so. - I got a car out the back.
I got a nice, safe place where you and I can talk.
Hey, hey, Saab. I don't know anything about anything, all right?
I'm a PR guy. Got it?
Be that as it may, there's two ways
this article can run, Dominic.
Without your name or with your name,
and maybe even a photo from your website.
Now, who knows who that's gonna piss off and how badly?
I'm trying to be your friend, Dominic, all right?
I'd hate to see you end up under a train like Sonia Baker.
And you promised never to use my name, right?
Yes, I did.
This place is nice? It's classy?
- I'm gonna be comfortable? - Uh-huh.
What kind of dump is this?
Where have you brought me?
No booze in the mini-bar.
There's no On Demand on the TV.
What kind of hotel is this?
Little bit more of a motel, I'd say, isn't it?
Nobody's gonna find you here, Dominic.
How are your beer-getting skills, sweet pea?
You want to go get Uncle Foy a nice frosty?
I'll time you. Christ.
So, let's start from the beginning.
Where did you meet Sonia Baker?
Why don't we start with a little compensation?
This guy's stoned off his face, and now he wants a beer.
- Can I have one? - Yeah.
What's he taking exactly?
Dude, downers. This guy's losing his shit.
For what? For what? Me helping you out.
Me losing my business. Me...
This bed's disgusting.
Compensate me, okay?
Okay, so you want to be paid to help solve Sonia's murder?
Save it, all right? I'm in PR.
I know a little bit about phrasing questions.
Why don't you try phrasing it like this?
Would I like to be paid for helping you get a book deal?
Nobody's here for a book deal.
Really? Everybody wants a book deal.
And I'd like my cut, okay? That's just fair.
When did you meet Sonia?
Compensation, compensation.
You came here to talk, Dominic.
You know, mouse, I'm the talent and I don't like the vibe.
So why don't you change that up, okay?
It's a non-smoking room.
It's under your name.
- He's a douche. - I love this guy.
I want to call my lawyer.
I think you should think that through.
Can we get a signal in this rat hole?
Why don't you think it through? Hmm?
Dominic, let me just lay this out for you one more time,
because I don't think you're getting it!
- So I'll lay it out for you! Okay? - Relax.
I'll lay it out for you nice and clear!
The newspaper can slant this any which way they want to,
and they can make you the one and only principal source.
How do you think that's gonna go down
- with your friends at PointCorp? - Not great.
And anybody else you're connected to?
Don't do that. Please don't do that.
The more you talk, the more you give us,
the more protected you are.
That's the way we work.
And your compensation is your anonymity,
and that is all you're gonna get from us.
- Okay? - Yeah.
Great.
Okay, how's it going in here?
Sounds frigging great. We're just about ready.
- Let's do it. - Great. Good.
Come on.
I'm not gonna do it. I'm gonna open the door,
and I'm gonna let you say it.
You have to talk to her.
Cal is asking us to push the deadline.
We really can't afford to keep doing
- this type of thing. - Where the hell are they?
You saying that as if I should know?
Yeah, well, you just spoke to him.
Yeah, well, they didn't tell me where they were.
$20,000 an hour.
Yeah... All right!
Bugger off!
Shit.
It was just this guy, okay, that I knew from the clubs, all right?
And he worked for a PR firm, a very big one.
Name?
And... No, I'm not gonna give you his name.
He's a friend, okay? He had this, uh...
He had this...
Well, the company that he worked for had a client,
- a very special client. - Name?
I'll give you that one. PointCorp.
And they wanted a special employee.
They needed a girl.
I thought of Sonia.
You got that?
I'm sorry, are you saying that Sonia was working for PointCorp?
Like a steel trap, this one.
Don't lose her to another paper.
Yeah, that's what I'm saying.
Turn it up, turn it up.
She was a perfect fit. She had balls.
- She was smart. - She was in debt.
And she was in debt, exactly. Yeah.
They paid her $26,000 a month.
Whole hell of a lot more than they gave me.
- They paid me a flat 20. - It's big.
Did they tell you what the job was?
No, they did not. She told me what it was, though.
She told me about Collins.
She told me about spying on him.
And did they want Sonia to sleep with Collins?
No. She got on her back all by herself
and screwed everything up, didn't she?
How did they get her onto Collins' staff?
That I'm not gonna tell you. You can forget it.
You can kidnap and torture someone else for that toughie.
- We have a deal. - Yeah.
- I've done my work. - Nobody's here to screw you,
but we need to know who was working this on the Hill.
Mmm-hmm.
From the Hill, huh? Well, from the Hill, they found a guy to fix it.
- Name? - No.
- Who? - Leave it.
Who? Come on.
What, are you not hearing me?
Forget it. I'd be afraid to start that
sweet ass Caddy every morning.
I mean, keep in mind if I was driving
that wheelbarrow Saab of yours,
I'd probably blow it up myself with me in it.
You seen that thing? It's like a lawnmower.
I'm gonna get you another beer.
Hey.
Oi.
Are you sleeping with that guy?
I mean, what are you doing here?
Are you sleeping with him? Hmm?
Or you got a guy. You got a guy, right?
Donna?
- Della. - Della.
I got a guy. Got a girl, too.
Right? I don't want to leave anybody out.
Hey, Stephen. How did you find Sonia?
What?
How did she come to work in your office?
Was somebody... Did somebody recommend her?
What are you talking about?
I think you've been played.
Really?
Who gave you her name?
- What is this about? - Don't dick around about this,
Stephen, all right? Two questions.
How the hell did she come to work in your office,
and the name of the individual who recommended her?
Fergus. George Fergus.
Said she was the daughter of an old family friend.
Doug Sponder's bachelor party.
You remember that hotel, the Americana?
Yes.
Get here now, alone. I'm in Room 408.
I'll meet you at the office.
Stephen, we're late already.
I'll call in.
Stephen, we are late already.
- I'll call in. - Okay.
Don't check your voicemail.
Cameron's going on a rampage about this deadline.
So, did you cue it where I asked?
Close enough.
Okay. So, guys, I'm gonna need you to clear the room.
- That means you, too. - What?
I got Stephen Collins coming in here.
It's gonna be a lot more comfortable for him
if you're not here, all right?
Tell me you're kidding.
Since when does the subject of an investigation
get his own private preview of another subject's interview?
That's crazy!
You're polluting the story!
Special circumstance.
What? What?
Is it that he's a congressman, or that he's your friend,
or that you have a crush on his wife?
Could you fill me in here?
All of the above.
Oh, my God, you're such a hypocrite!
This is my story, too, and you are about to kill it forever
by letting him come in here.
I'm gonna bring him in.
I'm gonna sit him down, show him this.
I'm gonna get him on the record,
then we've got both sides of the story.
Hey.
Stephen Collins, Della Frye.
Congressman.
You know this guy?
No.
You don't recognize him at all?
I don't know. Maybe. Is this in here?
No, no, it's next door. He's sleeping it off.
Sit down.
Okay.
PointCorp wanted to plant someone on your staff.
This guy, Dominic Foy, he finds Sonia.
He takes a fee. George Fergus does the rest.
No. That's not possible.
They paid off her debt, and they paid her monthly to report back
every single thing that you were doing.
And when she went dry, they killed her for it.
How do you know this?
And so I get a call, I gotta go down to a street corner.
I gotta buy a magazine. I gotta meet some new guy.
This guy, you know,
he's some hardcore, thick-neck, corn-fed,
Navy-SEAL-looking guy, you know?
And he's all up in my face, scaring the hell out of me
because he's pissed off and...
- When was this? - This is like a month ago.
You know, he's pissed off because
Sonia's not giving him anything anymore.
And what did he want you to do about it?
He wants me to fix it. He wants me to fix it, like one of my hair dryers.
And did you?
I tried.
I tried. I called. She wouldn't take my call.
I go over there. I try to talk to her.
She's crying.
Why is she crying? She's scared somebody's after her?
No, she's crying because of Collins. She was in love with him,
and she was pregnant,
and she didn't tell him.
She didn't tell him, and, you know,
she was petrified that he's gonna find out what she did,
and then he's not gonna want her,
and he's not gonna want the baby...
She got so wrecked about it that she burned
thousands of dollars worth of paychecks.
Who does that?
And I tried to get her to just relax
and to think about the publicity,
or think about an abortion, or think about, you know, her word.
"Just keep your word. And what about how
"your decisions are gonna affect me?"
And then she's dead, you know? I hear it's a murder,
and so I don't want anything more
to do with this thing, you know?
I'm just terrified, and I want to go someplace warm,
and I want to come back to a clean slate.
And you guys write your article and just get them off me.
I'm nothing. I'm nothing to those guys.
So you were right, man. Okay?
And now we can prove it.
I get you on the record. We can nail these mothers to the wall!
Sliberty? We can nail them to the wall, all right? We win!
- Yeah. Just... - All right?
Just... Will you just give me a minute?
Okay.
He just needs a minute.
Shit!
Get off... Get off of me!
You fucking...
Help!
Stephen!
Get up! What are you doing?
- Hey, stop! - No!
Come on, man! Hey! Hey!
Get off!
What the hell are you doing to him?
Stephen!
Stephen! Stephen!
Hey, I'm trying to help you, man. Yeah. She was pregnant, Cal.
Did I need to hear that?
Yeah. Huh? You couldn't tell me yourself?
You had to do it like that? Was that important to you...
I thought you'd want to hear the truth.
That's right.
You were just seeking the truth, that's all.
You're just... You're a truth seeker.
That's all. You can't help it.
It's who you are. You're such a hypocrite.
You're not interested in me.
Me coming here was all about you and getting your story.
I trusted you. You're my friend!
You were supposed to be my friend
when you were screwing my wife!
You're my friend, Cal.
I never would've done this to you!
I'm sorry, Stephen, okay?
I'm sorry about all of it.
Please, look, I've been an asshole,
and I can understand why you hate me for it.
You've just gotta put aside how you feel about me
and stay with this. We're so close.
Every single part of this, I have put myself on the line.
Stephen.
Stephen!
I need a minute with Congressman Fergus.
Tell him it's Cal McAffrey from the Globe, and I'm on a deadline.
Fuck him.
Asshole.
It's all right. I saw that. Just give him this card
and tell him it's an issue that directly concerns him.
Sir? He asked me to give you this.
Excuse me.
Congressman.
That Cal McAffrey.
What's up? How'd you find me?
I followed the trail of crumbs, Congressman.
I need a confirmation from you
for an article that we're running tomorrow.
I have been told that you recommended
to Greer Thornton to hire Sonia Baker,
is that correct?
So?
So if it turns out that Sonia Baker was,
in fact, gathering information
on Stephen Collins' committee findings
and passing that information back
to the very company that was being investigated
and that company is complicit in her murder,
well, Jesus Christ, it's not gonna look too good for you,
is it, Congressman?
One, never use the Lord's name in vain with me.
Two, how could you even assume
that a bright, naive, 25-year-old girl
was what, a double agent?
Mr. McAffrey, I went to bat for a young girl
whose family I met and respected,
a family that seemed like
the wholesome ideal upon which this country was founded.
And Sonia Baker's mother's first name is?
- Pardon me? - You heard me, family friend.
Do you really think that your new owners,
these responsible corporate citizens,
are going to allow you to publish this
speculative drivel?
You are gonna be out of a job before
the devil can even say your name, son.
Janine.
Sonia's mother's first name is Janine.
You're missing the point.
You didn't see his face.
I saw his face. Fergus is at the heart of this story.
This story is dead, Cal.
One way or another, PointCorp pushed
Sonia Baker in front of that train.
Really? The trouble is,
our new corporate owners won't let me print any of this
unless I have one of the major players on the record.
On the record, Cal!
And the only person who could do that won't.
Would you like to tell me why?
Or is it just that you shagged his wife?
Maybe you'd like to explain to me how, when
and why MediaCorp chopped off your balls.
This is as big and as connected as it gets.
You follow any fissure of this, it's a massive story.
You got Fergus, you got PointCorp,
and now you got MediaCorp, all connected,
all in collusion, all playing for the same country club.
I didn't realize you'd taken up the game.
Oh. Oh, Cal, if there's any corruption involved here, it's coming from you.
You have injected yourself in this story right from the beginning,
and we all know why.
It's over, Cal, as far as you're concerned.
I can't protect you anymore.
And right now, I'm not too sure I'd want to.
You want the story?
Yeah. Come on.
I was first introduced to Sonia Baker
in April of 2007.
She was hired as a research assistant on my staff.
She was recommended by the Majority Whip,
Congressman from West Virginia, George Fergus.
Three months into her time there, Sonia and I began
a romantic relationship.
I have e-mailed copies of documents to you,
which show beyond doubt
the corruption between members of my own party.
I now know that she had been placed in my office as a spy.
PointCorp's tentacles reach into every corner
of the ever-growing private security industry,
both at home and abroad.
Not only does this pose a great...
But it is a violation of our laws.
A monopolistic business...
...obstruct and otherwise destroy
my investigation into PointCorp.
Sonia was paid to make regular reports to PointCorp...
Left unchecked, I believe that within five years,
PointCorp will have its own standing army on US soil.
... Into their fraudulent practices...
It will control our intelligence-gathering apparatus...
What happened in committee... She had access to everything we were doing
and effectively crippled our investigation.
It is a frightening vision and one which must be stopped.
However, when my relationship with her grew,
she ceased her spying on their behalf,
and I believe they killed her for it.
For people like this, who I've spent
the last year and a half of my life investigating...
Innocent civilians are really little more than disposable lives,
thought of as collateral damage.
And I believe it was simply the public nature of my position that
saved me from a similar fate.
So, as political suicides go,
how was that?
Thank you, Congressman.
- You okay? - Yeah.
He was set up.
She was sleeping with him for $26,000 a month. I mean...
Sliberty.
Cal.
You all set? Okay. Mmm-Hmm.
Let's go.
- You still here? - Yeah.
I thought you would've been down at your desk blasting it online.
Well, you know, a piece this big,
people should probably have newsprint
on their hands when they read it,
don't you think?
I'll do Collins, Fergus, PointCorp,
and corporate and government malfeasance.
Okay. You do Sonia Baker...
The murder, Mandi, Rhonda Silver.
And the Dominic Foy connection, all right?
Yeah.
- Retire to the neutral corner. - Okay.
Gentle. Thank you.
Sir, it's Robert Bingham.
I'm sorry to call you directly.
I want to assure you that I'm ready to finish what we started.
Goodbye.
I won't be more than an hour.
- Hey, guys. - Evening, sir. How you doing?
- Hello. - Is it a night for it?
Yeah, yeah, I think it is.
So, how old are you? Actually, don't tell me.
It would just make me sick.
You never ask a girl her age.
Well, see, I look at you, and I don't see a girl. I just see a reporter.
- At last. - Anyway, back to the story.
Yes.
So I had this, uh, English teacher in high school.
Mmm-hmm.
He was a kind of a longhaired hippie kind of guy.
Mmm-hmm.
- He had a pen problem. Yeah. - Oh.
He solved it by having a piece
of leather string around his neck,
and that's where he'd keep his pen.
Smart.
So I started thinking,
"My friend Della's got a pen problem.
"How do I solve it?"
- And I came up with this. - What is it?
I call it the "Della Frye Nubian Princess,
"'I'm never without a pen"' celebratory necklace.
Oh, it's beautiful! I always wanted one of these.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
You know, I wanted to tell you something about Anne Collins.
Okay.
I was just talking to her.
How does Anne Collins know that
Sonia Baker was earning $26,000 a month?
What?
How does she know how much Sonia Baker was earning?
- We know that. - Yeah.
How does Anne Collins know that?
Well, I mean, Stephen must have heard it in the Foy interview.
We played him a specific part of that tape,
and that figure is never mentioned.
Cal. Wait, what are you doing?
What are you doing? Cal?
You gonna fill me in?
Just tell Cameron, "Hold the story."
What? Cal? Cal!
Shit.
Who's Robert Bingham, Stephen?
Who is Robert Bingham?
Are the police outside?
No.
I saved Robert Bingham's life in Kuwait in '91.
He was a 17-year-old kid.
He was a good soldier.
He was proud of what we did.
The Army was his life, and he had problems when he got discharged.
So you had a guy that you knew to be unstable
do what, exactly? Scare her?
Maybe beat her up a little?
No, Cal. I had him follow her.
Why?
Because I knew she was hiding something from me.
Because when I'd... I'd be at her house
and a fax would come in, she'd get nervous.
Because there were phone calls late at night.
I was suspicious.
I asked Bingham to observe her and report back to me.
That's all.
You're a liar, Stephen.
He was more upset about what she was doing than I was.
You have to understand what the military means to Bingham.
He hates PointCorp for what they're trying to do to it.
In his mind, she just had to stop.
But she did stop, right?
She tore up her paychecks, and she put her life at risk for you.
Yes, but I didn't know that.
I didn't know that he was gonna kill her.
I didn't know he had killed her.
When I found out, my thought was just the same as yours.
I thought PointCorp had done it.
And when you did find out?
What was I supposed to do?
- Tell someone. - I tried.
- When? - When I came to your house,
and I wanted to talk to you about it,
and all you cared about was the story.
No, Stephen, I cared about helping you.
Bullshit. Bullshit.
All you cared about was clearing your conscience over this little soap opera
- you have with Annie. - So you used me.
- No, Cal. - The same way as you used Bingham.
I was suspicious of her. I brought him in.
That's all it was! It was a mistake!
It's my responsibility.
I should never have done that.
But I never asked him to kill her.
He owed you his life!
That's why you called him.
You called him, and you used him,
like you've been trying to use me.
One to kill, and one to cover it up.
If PointCorp and Fergus hadn't hired her,
- none of this would've happened! - No. This is not about Bingham
and PointCorp and Fergus, man!
It's about you and the decisions that you have made
that have led to four people being killed.
One of them was delivering a pizza, Stephen.
Cal. What are you gonna do?
You know what I'm gonna do.
You know, it's laughable, your sense of your own self-worth.
Why is that? 'Cause nobody reads the papers anymore?
Is that it?
It's just another story, a couple days of shitstorm,
and it's wrapping paper?
You know, in the middle of all this gossip and speculation
that permeates people's lives,
I still think they know the difference
between real news and bullshit.
And they're glad that someone cares enough
to get things on the record and print the truth.
Cal. Please, Cal, don't do this. Please.
I'm asking you as your friend.
You got about three minutes before the cops get here.
I thought you said you didn't call them.
I lied.
A good soldier fights for his country and his friends.
But these guys, they want to make it all about the money.
You want to live in a world like that?
Drop the weapon!
The story about Stephen comes out, whether I write it or not.
Drop your weapon!
Drop it!
I'd rather be nothing.
I repeat, drop your weapon!
Well, aren't you gonna send it?
I've only been holding the front page for four hours, after all.
You send it.
Good night, everybody. See you tomorrow.
Yinzer.
# Put a candle in the window #
# 'Cause I feel I've got to move #
# Though I'm going, going #
# I'll be coming home soon #
# Long as I can see the light #
# Pack my bag and let's get movin' #
# 'Cause I'm bound to drift a while #
# When I'm gone, gone #
# You don't have to worry long #
# Long as I can see the light #
# Guess I've got that old travlin' bone #
# 'Cause this feelin' won't leave me alone #
# But I won't, won't #
# Be losing my way, no, no #
# Long as I can see the light #
# Yeah #
# Oh, yeah #
# Put a candle in the window #
# 'Cause I feel I've got to move #
# Though I'm going, going #
# I'll be coming home soon #
# Long as I can see the light #