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He hasn't filed anything: Louisiana, Maryland.
Well, at least he's not padding
All he's put in for are a few local dinners.
And those he charged to the photo desk.
- Come again? - On Katya Jalenak's card. Not his.
Thank you, Edwards. Um, I'll talk to him.
And, uh, you'll keep this between us?
Me and Carl? Mr. Elkins, there's nothing going on between me...
No one needs to know. No one needs to lose her job.
It just has to end.
Don't tell me that! They're going to crucify me.
We'll talk about this after I get home. After you send the ne...
You cannot stop now!
- Same thing? - Ben!
I'm almost there. I'm just waitin' to hear from two sources.
We will crush the Times. Trust me.
You've got a file.
No! No.
By seeking truth, by shedding light...
all of you are truly winners.
- Tough act to follow, Mr. Elkins. - Thank you.
Ben, terrific speech.
- Sure, Roy, thanks. - Everything okay?
I'm, uh... I'm up against it here, Roy.
You little son of a bitch.
Carl? Carl, is that you?
What was that?
Come on. Let's go make our own noise.
No! Don't! No... Stop!
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Law & Order CI 3x05 Pravda
ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2003/10/26
The deceased is Katya Jalenak.
New York Sentinel employee. Same as her boyfriend Carl Hines.
It's his place. Mr. Hines was on assignment, came home at 4:00 a.m. And found her.
- What's his assignment? - "Dark Harvest: Crime in Rural America."
- He was in Pennsylvania. - You call the paper to confirm?
We left that for you. Mr. Hines says the door was locked.
- You two don't take notes? - Uh...
- Uh, we haven't worked that out yet. - Uh-huh.
Neighbor says he heard noises around midnight.
Says it wasn't the first time.
You might want to note, that's probably the murder weapon.
Okay, well, she was stabbed once,
uh, from behind and above.
Uh, it's tea tree oil.
Fire escape. Could be a burglar.
She came home, surprised him...
Tea tree oil?
She fell asleep while waiting for Carl.
She heard someone. Maybe it was him.
She went out. Something went wrong.
She tried to leave, he grabbed the scissors...from here...
Blood spatter.
It gets cut off. Starts again.
Um...Things were removed... from here after the killing.
Detective, can you ask Mr. Hines to come in here?
Mr. Hines? The detectives would like to speak with you.
- Watch your step. - I've been to a crime scene before. God!
What the hell happened here?
Well, we have two theories.
Mine is, Ms. Jalenak, she knew the assailant.
She was sleeping in the bed, and he was at the desk.
Detective Bishop's theory is that, um, she woke up to a burglary.
- What do you think? - Well, I like hers.
As I already said, the poor kid was dead when I came home.
Um, can you check your desk? See if there's anything missing?
It's for my partner's burglary theory.
- Something wrong? - No.
Not to knock your theory, but it's just the way I left it.
- Except this. - What are you, testing me?
- The blood. You cut yourself? - It's Katya's.
I held her when I found her.
I washed the blood off my hands after I called 911.
Given she was killed here, and given my race,
I knew I would be your first suspect.
THE NEW YORK SENTINEL PHOTO DESK 150 EAST 43RD STREET TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 16
Katya joined the photo desk last fall.
She was still living at home.
I needed help with my rent, so January, she moved in.
Did you know she was seeing Carl Hines?
I knew when she moved in she was seeing someone.
She had fights with her mom about it. That's why she moved out.
She was having money problems?
These are past-due notices, collection letters?
- No! I mean, I never saw... - Thank you, Camilla.
Benjamin Elkins. Sorry I'm late.
We found plenty to keep us busy.
Detective, the Sentinel's a family. We'll help you any way we can,
but we cannot allow you to go through desks.
Now, what do you need to know?
Where was Carl Hines last night?
Where I sent him: Lancaster, Pennsylvania, on assignment.
- You know that for a fact? - Yes, because I called him.
And I edited his article after he filed it.
What time was that?
Sometime around midnight. I came home from a benefit, I kissed my wife good night,
and then I saw that Carl had sent his article to my Blackberry.
Now, look. I understand he's a suspect,
but given that-that neighborhood that he lives in, and that tenement of his...
I mean, isn't it more likely that an intruder did this crime?
You went to see him at his tenement?
A good mentor gets to know his rising stars.
You know, I read one of Carl's articles in the paper today.
He quotes two unnamed sources from Lancaster. You know,
maybe they can confirm his whereabouts.
First Amendment, Detective. I can't reveal their names.
Really? Not even to help one of the members of the Sentinel family?
All right, look. I'll tell you this.
When I was editing his story last night,
I called the sources to confirm their quotes.
And one of them told me that he had just spoken to him.
Now if that doesn't suffice, you can call our lawyers.
Ah, don't worry about the series.
Just give your notes to Rick.
- Unless that's a problem? - Well, it might be.
I mean, the police sealed my apartment, and Katya's blood...
Yeah. Yeah, I know. We're all in shock.
I had just spoken to her that afternoon, you know.
- She mentioned that. - Now, listen, Carl...
I think it would be a good idea for you to get away from all this.
Just take a... paid leave, and we'll hold your desk.
You're part of the Sentinel family, you know.
And I'll never betray that trust.
And we'll never turn our back on you.
Not only was Katya maxing out her credit card...
she was taking five-fingered discounts.
These are from her place. They still have security tags on them.
First year on her own. She got in over her head. It happens.
Not just money, she was on the pill.
Looks like she missed as many days as she took.
Oh, probably too stoned to remember.
Her tox screen's positive for coke and alcohol.
The M.E. puts the time of death at just around midnight.
When Hines was still in Pennsylvania Dutch country.
- Says he was. - So does his editor.
This girl sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.
Who knows who she brought home while Hines was out of town?
Looks like Katya stopped paying her bills three months ago.
That's the same time her free fall started.
These A.T.M. withdrawals. She was bankrupting herself.
$220 at a shot, sometimes $440. Sometimes a couple of times a day.
- Late night withdrawals? - Yeah.
Cash machines at strip bars charge a 10% premium.
A $200 lap dance cost you 220.
See what you missed, not working vice?
Katya lent me her card to use. She knew my credit was rocky.
You were straightening it out at a strip club?
Katya liked me going to strip clubs. It put me in a good mood.
And that put her in a good mood?
You can imagine what you want.
What I'm trying to imagine is someone in a good mood shoplifting, doing drugs...
We shared a bed, not feelings.
Now you need to share the names of the sources you talked to Wednesday night.
My sources live in a very tight community.
- I worked hard to gain their trust. - This tight community.
Your source is Amish. What order, new or old...
They're both old order.
But that's all you're getting from me until I hear different from the Sentinel's lawyers.
His editor, Ben Elkins, said that he talked to Carl's sources Wednesday night.
Old order amish? They don't use phones.
Elkins lied, just to confirm his reporter's alibi?
Or to establish his own.
My Katya is dead.
That man should be dead too.
Katya's roommate thought you didn't approve of Mr. Hines.
That's not true! I didn't know about him.
Well, if you'd known Katya was seeing a black man,
- would that have been okay? - If he were a good man, sure.
But if she were seeing a married man, that would have been different, wouldn't it?
I tell her, it's no good for her. Then, three months after she go,
she called, crying.
"You were right, Mama," she says, "He was a rat!"
She ever go away with this married man?
- Maybe on a cruise or... - No!
She come home every night.
My Katya was good.
Seasickness pills.
She got them while she was seeing this married man.
Ben Elkins... He had a telescope in his office.
It was aimed...at the marina.
You think he was keeping his eye on a boat?
She's a beauty. With the radar, she knows exactly where the big fish are.
I'm sure that big fish weren't the only thing he was tryin' to reel in.
Yeah. He tells me, "Carlos, I don't seduce the women!
- The boat seduces them." - That's funny.
Is this one of those women?
It's hard to see faces at night.
Looks like he had some new cushions done, huh?
Some of these planks have been replaced.
Elkins just had some refitting done?
Yeah, because of the rat. We had a rat onboard a couple of months ago.
Had to tear the boat apart to find it.
But you've got rat catchers on the line.
- I think somebody laid a rat on the boat. - Carlos!
It's a terrible thing to do. Excuse me.
- Wanna show you something. - A rat for a rat.
Well, Katya was after the boat, she was after his star reporter...
Elkins had to know sooner or later, she was gonna bring him down.
Not if he brought her down first.
HOME OF ROY HINES FOREST HILLS, NEW YORK FRIDAY, SEPTEMVER 19
Ben Elkins? Yes, we did speak at the banquet. But why...
- Oh, you thought we were here about your son. - Yes.
He told me you were all over him, despite his alibi.
Well, now we're checking on Mr. Elkins's alibi.
Anyway, this banquet, doesn't it end with the presentation of the Dennis Murphy Award?
- Yes. - But Mr. Elkins skipped out early.
He may have, but he's always there when we need him.
Every year, Ben takes one of our students as his intern.
And that's how Carl got... got his start.
Sorry. Should I go to my room while you finish harassing my father?
Carl? They're asking about Ben.
- What about him? / - We believe he had an affair with Katya and that it ended badly.
Well, your belief is a lie.
Ben Elkins is a happily married man.
I hope that Ben can repay all this loyalty someday.
Ben and my father taught me to honor the truth.
That's what I'm doing.
Your street, in Flatbush, was recently dug up because of a water main.
Now, l-I bet that kicked up a few rats.
Yes. The super put traps everywhere.
What, is that your new theory?
- That Katya was stabbed to death by a gang of rats? / - Carl.
QUATRE SAISONS 55 EAST 57TH STREET TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 23
Right now? This is a joke. Call my office, make an appointment.
We talked to your secretary, and she said we couldn't get ahold of you for a week.
- Look, you don't even have to get up. You just sit there, and we.../ - Detective!
Um, uh, a reporter from the Ledger told us about a rumor...
about Katya Jalenak and a married man.
I wouldn't wipe my ass with the Ledger.
And if you're fishing, I'm not conversant with my employees'private lives.
All right. Well. Excu... Sorry. Excuse me, gentlemen.
You know, speaking of fishing, there was another rumor about Ms. Jalenak...
- and a rat on a boat... - You're pushing it, Detective.
You know, come to think of it, Mr. Elkins has a boat.
He's got a 47-foot Sportsman with brand-new upholstery...
What are you insinuating?
I wonder how Katya felt.
You know, about the... the rat
gnawin' on all that expensive teak... and Italian leather.
Think that made up for the... the kick that you gave her in the gut?
How dare y...
How dare you imply that I would cheat on my wife.
I would never. You can ask anybody in this room.
We tried to get in touch with Carl's source...
you know, the one you talked to Wednesday night?
We couldn't get through. You know why?
- They don't have phones. - You calling me a liar?
Well, you go ahead. You dig all you want.
You follow me until you die of jealousy.
- "Dig all we want"? / - Whatever it takes to satisfy your curiosity.
You won't find anything.
Thanks. All right. Gentlemen?
Well, that sounds like consent to a search.
I think we'll start with his expense account.
So you know, I did not enjoy that.
No? Eames would have.
"April. Dinner with Tony Shen from Sports. Carl Hines and Jack Abrams, Metro."
Maybe we should find out if those reporters weren't busy somewhere else on those dates.
Can you check their expenses?
Tony Shen. No expenses for the 15th.
Jack Abrams. No expenses for the 29th.
- Carl Hines. - No expenses.
- You didn't even look him up. - Mr. Hines never submits expenses.
- Never? - Just a few meals in Brooklyn.
On Ms. Jalenak's card. We can't get him to file his reports. It's a problem.
Look, you have some terrific ideas, Adam.
Um, can I call you back? Thanks.
-Who was that? - My new agent in Los Angeles.
Ben introduced me.
You're not going back to the Sentinel?
- I'm taking a sabbatical. - Stop that.
This tragedy was a wake-up call, Carl.
What happened to that girl could have just as easily have happened to you.
Stop messing up.
In the last four months,
Carl has written articles on Louisiana oystermen,
priests in Maine...
He hasn't put in for one flight, one hotel room... not even gas money.
So he's no good with his paperwork. What's that have to do with Ben Elkins?
Well, maybe nothing. But it's not just about expenses.
Here. This is a profile that he wrote on homeless kids.
"They often beg with pets,
because people are more likely to offer food to a stray cat than a homeless teenager."
Taken, word for word, from an article a month earlier from the Cincinnati Bee.
- So the guy's a thief. - No.
In this piece on Amish drug dealers, he wrote that he saw... quote,
"a beautiful, colored quilt hiding the false bottom of a horse-drawn buggy."
Now, a reporter from the Pittsburgh Examiner...
wrote about that same quilt a week before.
This torpedoes his alibi.
On the night of the murder, when he claims to be in Pennsylvania,
- he could have been anywhere - Maybe Katya realized what he was up to.
Maybe it was one more deception than she could live with.
So, Carl Hines, thief.
And now a murderer.
His articles are filled with visual details. How did he get those,
unless he went to the places he wrote about?
He got them from photos from the Sentinel's photographers.
The photographers take hundreds of pictures for each story.
Katya was e-mailing Carl huge files filled with photos.
- Every picture the photographers took. - Here, an article on the oystermen.
"The dock was strewn with the laceless
and mud-stained shoes of the Louisiana oystermen."
We found dozens of examples. He couldn't have done it without her.
If she was helping him, why kill her?
When's the last e-mail she sent him?
Wednesday, the night she was killed. Could be for the Amish article.
Oh, uh... the end of the road.
She was telling him that it was over.
But why now? What made her stop?
Maybe her conscience got the better of her.
You know, Ben confirmed Carl's phony alibi.
When I asked Carl
if there was anything missing from his desk, he hesitated. He lied.
We thought because he was guilty of the murder.
Or he lied because what was missing from his desk was evidence of his fraud.
You know, papers, computer disks, uh, photo printouts?
He hesitated.
Because he was confused, because he didn't take them.
- The killer did. - The killer, Ben Elkins.
He learned of the fraud and didn't want it made public.
We'd have to prove he knew what Carl was up to.
Really. So I made everything up?
Well, no. Only the things you didn't plagiarize.
The Cincinnati Bee, the Pittsburgh Examiner...
My son writes for the Sentinel.
He doesn't need to steal from second-rate papers.
Well, you can just see for yourself, Mr. Hines.
Fine. Uh, well, he didn't bother to, uh, change the punctuation.
Look, I don't steal. Okay?
I write all my own reports.
- Katya never helped me with any... - No, Katya, she helped you.
She wanted to get back at Ben.
And the more she helped you, the worse she felt.
- She got in too deep. - It wasn't like that.
That's why she sent you this.
Because Ben found out, didn't he?
You know, he could lose his... position. He could lose his career...
because of what you did.
- That's why he killed her. - No, I didn't have anything to do with that.
No, w-we know!
Just tell us what Ben knew. Just tell us what Katya told you.
Okay.
I need some air.
- You're wrong about this. - You're saying, Ben didn't kill Katya?
You mean that we're wrong about something else?
When Carl took up with Katya, he crossed a line.
- Ben's line. - Because Carl was his former intern?
Black intern, is that what you're saying?
Ben would have been uncomfortable with the thought of...
my Carl cavorting with his fair-haired conquest.
For Ben, loyalty means... knowing your place, staying there.
It sounds like you know him well.
Thirty years. Ever since that book of his about his housekeeper.
I gave it a good review. For Ebony.
- Back then you were a journalist. - A freelance.
But for me, teaching was my calling. Like my father before me.
Back then...
the doors to the Sentinel, or any paper, they weren't open for you.
Yeah, that's another fact.
Not like they have been for Carl.
I tell him he doesn't understand how lucky he is.
His generation has had everything handed to them.
Like ballplayers?
You know, like compare Barry Bonds's life with what Willie Mays went through?
- Is that what you're saying? - They don't know how things used to be.
I saw Willie Mays once, in the street.
I was with my dad. He brought me over to him.
Maybe it was a bad day, but, uh, Willie...
He was one angry guy.
I need to get to work now.
If you were showing me how to turn a friendly witness into a hostile one, you succeeded.
Did you believe his rap on Ben Elkins as a hypocrite?
Whether Ben Elkins is a closet bigot, or just afraid for his career,
he's good for the murder.
You-You're gonna take a run at him?
As long as it's not in a restaurant.
You bring in Elkins; I'll bring in his book.
A lot of reporters mix up their notes.
If you knew anything about the newspaper business...
We know enough to see...this is a major scandal that could sink your career.
- Huh? / - Over 40 articles by Carl were found to have plagiarized passages,
nonexistent sources, errors of fact.
I know what's going on here. This is not about plagiarism.
- Any more than it's about Katya. - Ben...
Katya's murder is being used not just to smear Carl and me,
but to attack the Sentinel's commitment to diversity in its hiring policy.
Mr. Elkins, do not play that card with me.
Only a racist would turn this into a referendum... on affirmative action
You have no idea... the battles I've fought to diversify that newsroom.
He's right. I think we're being unfair to Mr. Elkins.
- Thank you. - I-I read your book.
In it, he writes that his parents were so distant from him that he spent...
most of his childhood with his housekeeper, Dora.
She practically raised me. I was never able to thank her.
Then she passed away.
And you realized that you never knew anything about her.
And...it's moving,
how it inspired you to then open doors...to,
uh, well, African Americans like Carl...
- and have an interest in their lives. - That's right. It did.
You even visited Carl in his apartment in Flatbush... isn't that what you told us?
Yes, a few months ago.
Even though it was a lousy neighborhood,
even though he had to ride a urine-soaked elevator to Carl's floor...
Well, that doesn't bother me.
You ever thought about your Katya in that elevator, you know...
- Going up to meet Carl? - No! And she wasn't "my" Katya.
She was bedding down with your protege.
Think she was doing that to spite you?
I don't know, and I don't care.
Y-You don't care?
That she was, you know, "giving it up" to the hired help?
Listen, I left that kind of thinking in the past, where it belongs.
Yeah, you mean, at Dora's funeral.
That's where you met her son for the first time.
- Yeah. - You're really a hypocrite.
You know? I mean, all this stuff about opening doors and visiting Carl...
Come on. I mean, it's such... a crock.
- That's not true / - Come on, you never visited your housekeeper.
You never visited Carl. Because if you had, you'd know...
that he lives in a four-floor walk-up... there's no "urine-soaked" elevator.
There's no elevator at all!
Come on, the truth is, you never stepped a foot in his place.
And that's why you couldn't have killed Katya.
- Well, exactly. - Exactly.
Detective? A word.
Are you working for the defense now?
He's a racist, but he's not a killer.
So then we're back to Carl again. He killed Katya to save his job.
No, the job meant a lot to Carl.
But it means the world to someone else.
I don't know what to tell the students about Carl's cheating.
How do you think his father will react?
Put it this way: Last year, when he found out our valedictorian...
bought a term paper off the Internet...
he called up Harvard and torpedoed her admission.
There are the archives.
The faculty advisor, that's Roy?
Isn't your warrant for Carl's old articles?
- It's actually for the whole office. - But this is a newspaper.
School newspaper. Not generally covered by the First Amendment.
Gun cleaner. What part of the curriculum is that for?
We had a teacher get shot in the bathroom in 1988.
Roy got a permit to carry a pistol.
Roy doesn't do anything halfway.
Well, we're not the only ones interested in Carl's archives.
These are his clips from, uh, his junior year.
- He has back problems? - Uh, he has sciatica.
Why, these are quite good.
That's why I don't understand why he'd resort to cheating.
Compulsive. You know, like, uh, kleptomania.
This is very clever. He wrote a profile of the school janitor on graduation day.
That got him his internship.
"I been here 20 years. The students, they come and they go.
After a while, it's like watching the tides."
Roy always said Carl got good quotes.
Yeah, but that one. It's the kind of quote that stays with you.
Here. Last month, Carl quoted a Louisiana Fish and Game official.
"Been here 20 years, watching the oystermen as they come and go.
After a while, it's like watching the tides."
He even steals from himself.
You know, Roy is like a stage mother.
He reads everything that Carl writes.
- He would have made the connection. - And hit the roof.
Yeah. Maybe he started to dig. The more he dug, the angrier he got.
You know, when he ran into Elkins at the awards...
I don't know... he must have sensed that time was running out.
He had to confront Carl.
- How's his alibi? - Paper thin.
We think he had a key, let himself into Carl's,
ran into the girl, found that she was part of the fraud,
he panicked and killed her.
Then he picked up every piece of evidence of Carl's fraud.
You know...
These boxes. You see how they're stacked, corner on corner?
Right in the middle of Carl's chaos.
I'm gonna open a window, okay?
Uh, no. Please. And just stay by the door. Thank you.
Looks like Roy's writing.
Uh, was the closet empty when you, uh...
- put the traps in? - No, it was stacked with boxes.
Those boxes. I could hardly squeeze the traps in.
Right, so you moved the boxes when you put the traps in.
No, they were pretty heavy.
Anybody been in here since the murder?
- Carl. He tried to get in here. - When?
Yesterday. He wanted me to let him in to get some clothes.
He said the cops took his keys, and his father doesn't have one.
But I told him, I can't break the seal.
If he was trying to tamper with evidence,
why get the super involved? That doesn't seem very smart.
Except now the super can testify that Carl told him Roy didn't have a key.
Maybe that's the point. To help Roy's defense.
That implies Carl knows his father killed the girl.
Roy killed her to protect Carl's secret, and now Carl is returning the favor.
We need to convince Carl to tell us what he knows.
- After what his dad's done for him? - Yes. No, that's what
I expected to find out. Just fax me the report. Okay. Thank you.
So Carl had no idea what his father was up to.
We need to show him.
We need a search warrant for those boxes.
You don't need one. They're at the crime scene.
Uh, I want a search warrant.
And I want Roy to know that we're getting one.
Those boxes contain family papers that, uh, have nothing to do with the case.
Mr. Hines can vouch that he sealed them several years ago.
Once we ascertain the date of the contents, you can take them away.
Uh, these boxes. You always keep them here?
No. They're usually in the closet.
- Did you move them? - Mm, no. I thought the police did.
No. You see, the blood spatter,
that means they were already here when Katya was killed.
Maybe the killer moved them.
Well, that's an idea.
But then, why empty the closet? Do you keep valuables in there?
No, just junk.
Yeah, junk and rat traps.
Well, maybe they were after what was in the boxes.
You know, your high school papers.
- The articles that you wrote for the Clarion. / - I doubt that.
Oh, don't be so modest. We read them.
We thought they were really good, right?
Especially the one about the high school janitor?
- What was it he said? - Oh, "The students, they come and go.
After a while, it's like watching the tides."
It reminds me of something that I read...
about Louisiana oystermen.
Yeah, well, don't be so coy. Your father knows all about it.
That's how we found the article. It was on his desk.
Oh, Carl and I... have talked.
And he's admitted his mistakes.
Your son, whom you taught to honor the truth...
admitted that he was a-a plagiarist?
Well, you don't sound all that upset.
I am, of course, very disappointed.
You know, you got all these staples popped out. You gotta fix this.
Look! I mean, this cable could end up like this.
I mean, somebody could trip, and they could hurt themselves.
- Disappointed, you said? - Yes.
That-That Carl would ruin his future?
And disgrace the Sentinel?
And that you would be humiliated in front of your peers.
In front of your own students. Disappointed, huh?
I don't think that that begins to describe how you felt, Mr. Hines.
Come on. You were terrified.
Oh, that's not true at all.
Carl knows that it is.
That night, your father...
He came over to warn you? Is that what he told you?
My father didn't say anything.
Yeah, he said that he acted to protect you.
And that's why he killed Katya. That's why he cleaned off your desk.
My father said no such thing.
Hey! Uh, you didn't change this lightbulb recently, did you?
What? Uh, no.
Well, there's a mark in the dust, inside the shade.
Somebody fiddled with the lightbulb.
Carl, if you came home that night, that bulb was unscrewed,
- you wouldn't have seen the cable. You'd trip./ - So what?
Well, once you're on the floor,if there was somebody hiding in the closet...
now that there's room...
Well, they could get the jump on you.
- And who would do that? - Your father.
- That's how he planned to kill you. - Oh, come on. Kill me for what?
The plagiarism. That was all about him. Wasn't it?
- To get back at him? - What's the big deal about plagiarism?
For God's sakes! You're a plagiarist, they make you a U.S. Senator.
They give you your own TV show. I got a book deal.
No one cares about plagiarism.
- You don't agree, Mr. Hines? - My son is very foolish.
But I would never do anything to harm him.
You have a .38?
I have a permit.
I haven't fired it in almost 14 years.
But you'd clean it before you used it.
Our lab examined the bulb from the hallway.
They found a residue of gun-cleaning fluid...
left there by someone who handled a recently cleaned gun.
Left there by... you.
When you unscrewed the bulb, you came armed.
And you made all the preparations for when Carl got home...
And that's how Katya woke up.
You had no idea that she was here.
Come on. He didn't come here to protect you. He came here to kill you.
Carl, don't believe a word of it.
This doesn't make any sense. If he was here with a gun,
- why didn't he use it on Miss Jalenak? - Because of the noise.
But he wouldn't worry about the noise when he was going to shoot his own son?
It doesn't matter how much noise he would make when he shot Carl.
Because Roy wasn't planning on leaving this apartment alive. Were you, Roy?
Tell me about your sciatica.
How's it doin'?
- I don't see what that has to do... - When people commit suicide,
with, uh, pills...
Or a gun... It's all about comfort.
They make themselves comfortable.
They lay down in a bed. They sit in an easy chair.
They want to make sure that they have all the...
the back support that they need.
Especially when their sciatica is bothering them.
And once they're comfortable? And relaxed?
They pull the trigger.
I'm not that kind of person.
There'd be nothing left of your kind of person...
if everyone found out what Carl did.
Come on, he spat on everything that you stood for.
Everything that you dreamed of for yourself, for him.
This ungrateful little bastard doesn't know how lucky he is.
- Shut up./ - Come on, he's had everything served right up to him.
You wanted him... down. On the ground.
Just for once. With him lookin'up at you.
It's true. You were going to kill me.
You're pathetic.
Don't you get it?
I fooled the best editors at some of the best papers in the world!
God! I even fooled you for ten years!
You stupid boy.
You stupid, hateful boy.
He told me he was here.
And what he did... to Katya.
He said he was comin' to save me.
Save me! You were comin' to kill me, Dad.
Roy Hines, you're under arrest... for murder.
How could you, Dad? Dad! How could you?
- Hey, hey. - How could you?
Come on.
It was my own father.
- It must be a family trait. - What's that?
No stomach for the truth.
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