(People shouting indistinctly)
(Woman) We're here for the second week of testimony
in the trial of Gerry Roberts,
the Philadelphia investment fund manager
accused of bilking his clients out of nearly $1 billion.
Investigators believe
that the bulk of that money has been laundered overseas,
but they have not yet been able to find it.
Meanwhile, security has been tightened here at the courthouse
in the wake of multiple death threats being made
against Mr. Roberts.
Live from the courthouse steps, I'm Diane Mizota.
Back to you in the studio.
Just to be clear,
you never stole any money.
You never guaranteed any investor
a specific return on their money.
There are no guarantees in investing.
I didn't steal their money.
The market turned.
It goes with the territory.
Thank you.
Nothing further.
So...
you didn't steal almost a billion dollars.
You just lost it.
Is that what you're saying?
Everyone who's ever invested with me
signed a piece of paper saying they understood the risks.
If they invested what they weren't prepared to lose,
then they shouldn't have invested in the first place.
(All shouting at once)
Order!
(Shouting continues)
Order! Now!
How's it looking?
Uh, the South side exit's clear.
Backups are standing by.
That's good.
From the looks of it, we're probably gonna need 'em.
(Indistinct shouting)
Don't touch me!
(Indistinct shouting continues)
Yeah, get a job, man! Get a job!
It's all your fault! You take my money!
(Tommy) Come on. Keep moving. Keep moving.
- What the hell was that? - Keep moving. Keep moving.
(Panting)
Is that a Bouguereau?
- Limited series "R." Bought it from Eric Clapton. (Tommy) - Let's go.
- You a collector? - Take the next right, guys. Right here.
No. I wish at that level.
What has it got, 12 complications?
Yeah, astronomical, minute repeater,
- the phases of the moon... - Hate to break this up, guys. Down the stairs.
Straight down.
(Adam) Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go.
Okay, okay, okay.
Just one flight down. One flight down, guys. One more. One more.
Keep moving. Let's go.
(Adam) Okay, use this one.
It's locked.
I thought you said you cleared the exit.
I did. I checked it.
We're sitting ducks. We gotta get him outta here.
(Clatters and hisses) (Gerry) What's happening?
Take point. Get him upstairs. Go!
(Gerry) My eyes! Help me!
(Grunting and coughing)
Who are you?
Where are you taking me?
Get in the car! (Man shouts indistinctly)
- Let's go! Let's go! Let's get outta here! - Hold on! Tell me what's going on!
(Tires peal)
(Coughing)
(Tires squeal)
This is Sullivan. Request...
(Engine revving)
(Woman screams) (Thuds)
(Tires squeal)
(Woman screams)
- Prisoner taken from the courthouse! (Man) - You all right?
A black S.U.V. northbound Arch.
Somebody call an ambulance!
- I need an ambulance. - We got an auto/ped, hit-and-run.
13th and Arch, north side of the courthouse.
The victim's female, unconscious.
(Panting) (Siren wailing)
(People speaking indistinctly)
(Continues panting)
(Honks horn)
(Indistinct conversations)
(Police radio chatter)
(Exhales deeply)
Who's that guy?
You know I just got here, too, right?
I'll find out.
You get started on the body. I'll be right back.
(Tommy coughs)
What happened?
(Coughs) You're a sight for sore eyes.
(Groans)
We had the Gerry Roberts detail.
Somebody snatched him right out from underneath us.
I think I got a little bump on the head, too.
(Man coughs)
He needs some ice on that.
Any palpitations, trouble breathing, chest pains?
No, I'm fine. (Sniffles)
You are gonna go to the hospital
and get X-rays on your chest and your head.
No, I am gonna find these... (Coughs)
(Coughs and sniffles)
Who's the body?
(Sniffles) Oh, she was, uh,
she was an innocent bystander.
Got hit by the getaway car.
It was a black S.U.V. There was no... (Coughing)
license plate.
You, bronchial spray for both of them.
- Watch out for hypoxia. - All right.
Do it.
We're on it.
(Radio chatter continues)
Her name's Jennifer Sanchez, 44.
She's got a Florida driver's license.
You think she drove all the way up here for this?
If so, it's pretty tragic.
I'll say.
The man you asked about when we arrived,
his name is John Anderson.
He was giving her C.P.R. when the E.M.T.s showed up.
Let's get her back.
Okay.
Tragic and shocking turn of events
at the Gerry Roberts financial fraud trial.
Police escorting Roberts from the courtroom
- were attacked by masked men... - Great.
- who then kidnapped Roberts at gunpoint. - We're all over the news.
(Sighs) (Continues speaking indistinctly)
How'd they figure out the exit route?
We changed it every day.
Whoever did this had enough resources
to buy off a courthouse security guard.
Yeah, well, Roberts has got resources.
Roberts? The guy who screamed for help as he was carted away?
You realize the kind of crap we're gonna be in
if he ends up dead?
Detectives, you guys need to see this.
This was just posted
to the victims of Gerry Roberts web site.
(Clears throat)
(Gerry shouts indistinctly)
All right.
What are you doing?!
Come on. Down.
No! (Grunts)
(Gasps and pants)
That's him.
What are you doing?
Brace yourselves.
Oh, no.
(Crying) Please don't.
- I'll give you your money back! - No. No.
Please don't kill me! (Gunshot)
Ah.
(Exhales)
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(Grunts)
(Gasps and pants)
(Crying) Please don't.
I'll give you your money back!
Please don't kill me!
(Gunshot)
(Exhales)
A billion dollars missing,
and the only man who knows where that is
is dead.
Do you have any idea the kind of pressure I'm under
because of you two?
How did these men get the drop on you?
Somebody figured out our exit route.
You cleared it before you left?
Yes, ma'am. We had the green light.
So their plan was better than yours.
Terrific.
The FBI broke the Roberts case,
and our job was just to babysit the defendant,
and we couldn't even manage that.
Now the FBI is demanding accountability.
The National Press Corps is demanding answers.
Now what the hell do you suggest I tell them?
Tell them it was an inside job.
Somebody bought off a courthouse security guard,
and he tipped off our security route.
What else could it be?
Then here's what you're gonna do...
you're gonna find that leak.
And you're gonna find Roberts' killers.
Because we're gonna have to pull
something positive out of this catastrophe,
or I'm gonna have both of your asses
mounted on my wall.
Understand me?
(Both) Yes, ma'am.
Go do it.
Multiple blunt force traumatic injuries.
Multiple associated fractures.
I'm guessing that she exsanguinated
from internal hemorrhaging.
Look at this.
Zipper pull's deformed.
Must have caught on something as the car went over her.
Looks like it took some paint chips along with it.
What was the name of that web site again,
the one with the video on it?
VictimsofGerry.org.
Hey.
I thought you said that, uh, video was ghoulish.
I'm not looking at the video.
I'm looking at Jennifer Sanchez's page.
(Scrapes)
It looks like there's some trace on her pant leg
from the, uh, tire tread.
Jennifer Sanchez, secretary,
divorcee, lives with parents.
Convinced her family to invest their life savings
with Gerry Roberts.
(Sighs)
Let's get started.
Okay.
I did clear that exit.
Well, it wasn't clear when we got there, was it?
It would've been exactly the same thing if you'd done it.
Look, Adam, we could talk about this all day.
This is not helping.
No, it isn't.
Somebody got the jump on us. We gotta do something to fix it.
Okay. What's next?
- The video. - The video?
We're not gonna get a courthouse security guard like that.
Forget about the security guard.
There's... there's something else going on here.
Forget about the courthouse security guard...
What do you got?
I don't know yet. You go first.
Victim's name is Jennifer Sanchez.
Avulsion of the renal arteries and subsequent exsanguination
is the official cause of death.
Lab is running trace. Your turn.
All right.
In your expert medical opinion,
could Roberts have faked that video?
Are you for... are you real...
Let... let... let the doctor speak.
You mean faked his own death?
Huh.
Blood spatter looked pretty real to me, but...
can't be sure without a body.
Can we please just hold on one second?
(Tommy) Let's just consider the situation here, okay?
Roberts is in custody. He's about to be convicted.
Why risk killing him if it means
you're not gonna get your money back?
The guys in the video didn't look like
they wanted their money back.
Yeah, but that's all just part of the ruse.
I mean, most snuff films are faked
because there's one piece of evidence they can never find.
It's the body.
Now why hasn't Roberts' body showed up?
Because he's alive
and he's the one who leaked our exit route.
Find him, find the money...
we go from goats to heroes.
Okay, what if you're wrong?
Look, I'm gonna take the heat as long as I can,
but in the meantime, Roberts' last known whereabouts
is on that video where he got shot.
Now the FBI,
they got some people trained in video analysis.
Maybe one of us should pay 'em a visit.
That'd be me.
(Scoffs, opens drawer)
This is such a long shot. (Closes drawer)
Nice theory.
There was some poetic justice in Roberts being dead.
But if he's alive...
even better.
Let me know.
Uh, listen, Megan.
(Exhales)
Look, I meant to tell you, but with everything going on...
but I got a call from the crime lab.
They started working on your father's suicide note.
I should get the results in a day or two.
(Sighs)
Thanks.
(Man) Come on. Down.
No! (Grunts)
(Gasps and pants)
We were part of the team that investigated Roberts
in the first place.
- (Crying) Please don't. - Oh, really?
- I'll give you your money back! - I didn't know that.
- We're all thrilled to see him go down. - Please don't kill me!
(Gunshot)
Just not like that.
(Adam) Mm.
Okay, Julie. Let's take it back.
What are you doing?!
Come on. Down.
No! (Grunts)
(Gasps and pants)
Hey, you hear that?
(Taps button) What?
- (Crying) Please don't. - Underneath the highway noise was a clicking sound.
- I'll give you your money back! - A highway traffic counter?
(Clicking sound) Please don't kill me!
No, the interval's too regular, right? (Rewinds tape)
It sounds like there's a bell in the background, too,
real faint.
(Crying) Please don't.
Play it again.
What are you doing?!
- Take a listen. - Thank you.
(Grunts)
(Gasps and pants)
(Bell tolling) (Crying) Please don't.
I'll give you your money back! (Taps button)
Um, have either of you ladies ever,
um, surfed the rail yards?
Surfed the rail yards?
Yeah, like on a dare.
We used to go container hopping in high school.
Anyway, that is the sound of one train crossing the tracks
as it enters the rail yards.
And there is only one yard
with a highway and a church in the same vicinity.
Thank you.
(Bell tolling)
How is it that nobody called this in?
(Adam) Well, a lot goes on in the yards
no one ever sees.
Yeah, it's Detective Sullivan.
I need a C.S.U. unit.
We're in a lot across the tracks from St. Vincent's.
I got a burnt car.
(Camera shutter clicks)
Body in the back... what's left of one.
That's what post-cremation looks like.
You see the chalky white texture on the bones?
D.N.A.'s been destroyed.
Ethan.
- Huh? - Pictures.
Right. Right. Sorry.
What's that?
Looks like a bone that escaped the fire damage.
From the width of it, I'd say it's part of the fibula.
Hey, I've got teeth.
Three...
no, four.
Any idea what that is?
Dental implants.
Does Roberts have dentures?
God, I hope not.
Well, between the fibula and the teeth,
we'll have plenty of D.N.A.
We'll know soon enough if it's Roberts.
(Sighs) Tommy.
Ah, jeez.
What do you got?
(Huffs)
This is the Bouguereau limited series "R"
with its 12 complications.
Meaning what?
(Tommy) Meaning...
It's Gerry Roberts' watch.
The video is not a fake.
(Tommy) Well, you do realize,
if this is Roberts, we're screwed.
We're never gonna get that money back that he stole.
Sorry. You're screwed.
R... really?
Yeah. Turns out Roberts did have dentures.
Full uppers, partial lowers,
with titanium stabilization implants.
What teeth he did have left are a perfect match.
And then there's the D.N.A.
The top is from the fibula,
the bottom from a hair taken from Roberts' penthouse.
Also a perfect match.
Great. Billion dollars gone,
thousands of victims never made whole...
that's on us.
We can still catch the killers,
unless we're demoted to patrol cops first.
You got any leads that I don't know about?
As a matter of fact, we do.
The results came back from the S.U.V. paint chips
and the trace from the tire treads.
We found a type of moss in the tread
that doesn't grow in Philly.
Hell, it doesn't even grow in the States.
Well, where does it grow?
The east coast of China.
Most prevalent around port cities.
Something to do with the saltwater.
$250 million
of the roughly $1 billion that Roberts stole came from
the Chinese government's private investment fund.
Yeah, but there's plenty of companies
that manufacture cars in China.
That's true, detective.
But then...
there's also the paint chips.
(Scoffs)
You see, for security reasons,
the Chinese government customizes
all of their consular vehicles
before shipping them to the U.S.
Part of that customization is a coat
of patent-pending impact resistant paint.
(Curtis) Anybody want to guess
what kind of paint this is?
The idea that anyone working
in any official capacity for the Chinese government
could have anything to do with Roberts' murder is absurd.
What about an unofficial capacity?
What about the S.U.V.?
He was kidnapped in a Chinese consular vehicle.
A stolen consular vehicle.
(Adam) There's no record of any vehicle
stolen from the Chinese consulate.
- We didn't report it. - Why not?
We like to take care of these matters internally.
Like offing someone who stole money from you?
Detective.
The Chinese government had nothing to do with this,
I assure you.
Now it seems quite clear to me
that someone is trying to make it look as though we did.
That would be most unfortunate for them.
There are enough misunderstandings
between our countries
without someone trying to create more.
Don't you agree, Dr. Murphy?
Of course.
Uh, we'll need the record of that stolen vehicle.
I will see that you get them.
(Kate) And if there are any developments on your end,
you will let us know?
Naturally. We'll be watching this case with great interest.
We want justice as much as you do.
(People speaking indistinctly)
What was that all about?
What was what all about?
"We take care of these matters internally."
"Blaming the Chinese would be most unfortunate."
Those were veiled threats.
You just smiled and agreed with the guy.
Megan, we tread extremely carefully here, understand?
Mm-hmm.
Listen, if that S.U.V. was stolen,
the only physical evidence we have left
is back in your morgue.
Meaning what?
Meaning do what you do.
Go back to the bodies. Find me something.
There's nothing left to find, Tommy.
Why don't you go find something?
I found something.
- Okay. - Ha.
I can't imagine why you two didn't work out as a couple.
- Let's go. - Where?
Back to the bodies.
(Exhales)
(Chart thuds)
(Exhales)
Hey, you know that phrase,
"a watched pot never boils"?
Shh. You're annoying me.
You asked me to stay.
And besides, we've already looked at everything.
Then let's look again.
I'm not helping, so I think I'm just gonna leave.
Wait.
This is loose.
Yeah?
Well...
of course it's loose.
It's been through a 2,000-degree fire.
No, implants are permanent.
They eventually fuse with the bone over time.
It's called osseointegration.
This should be rock-solid.
When did Roberts get his implants?
Mm. Uh...
three years ago.
(Snaps)
Ah. Look at that. No osseointegration whatsoever.
Wait. Which you just said is impossible.
No, not if you took
Robert's real tooth...
Right.
Then a new implant...
Yeah.
And put them in the jawbone of another man.
We pulled D.N.A. from his fibula.
A piece of his fibula,
which I'm guessing...
is the exact same length
as the steel rod used to replace it.
Ha! These guys are good.
(Chuckles) What guys?
The guys who are helping Roberts fake his own death.
Shockingly...
Tommy was right.
Roberts faked his own death.
(Tommy) Well, he had a good plan.
I mean, for starters, he's got a well-armed,
well-trained, well-funded strike force,
probably ex-military.
Yeah, and whoever did it stole a consular S.U.V.
implicating the Chinese, knowing that they'd be suspects
after Roberts burnt them for $250 million.
(Megan) Then he manufactured the forensics,
taking his own teeth, surgically implanting them
into the jawbone of another man,
and then taking a piece of his fibula,
positioning it in a way
that it looked like it escaped the fire.
You're talking two separate surgical procedures.
Well, the guy's got close to a billion dollars
of other people's money stashed away.
How far would you go to keep it?
(Megan) To pull it off, he would need somebody
who had forensic expertise.
And I hate to say it, Kate,
we are looking for one of our own...
a forensic pathologist.
(Kate) Okay.
Roberts has been under house arrest
since the day charges were filed, right?
So how does he pull all of this together
when he's been watched 24/7?
That's an excellent question.
So Roberts is alive,
despite pronouncements to the contrary
from this office.
I had two separate sources of D.N.A.
confirming it was Roberts.
It's a shame you didn't have all the information
when you made a trip to the Chinese consulate today.
We had every justification at the time.
Justification to accuse Chinese government officials
of conspiracy and murder?
(Tommy) We didn't accuse anybody.
Yeah, we... well, I did. Sort of.
Well, she did.
The consulate's lodged
an official complaint against the department.
I'm starting to think that our relationship
with the M.E.'s department
has gotten just a little bit too cozy.
You know, we're actually supposed to assist each other
and not magnify each other's screwups.
You four put your heads together,
and suddenly I am putting out fires.
Megan, detectives, I think the Chief and I
need to have a conversation in private.
Yeah.
We didn't screw up anything.
We proved the forensics were false.
All right, don't let Chief Martin get to you.
She just likes to get up in your face.
I don't give a crap about the chief.
Somebody's toying with us.
Meanwhile, Jennifer Sanchez is still dead.
What are we doing about that?
No, Dr. Murphy's got a point, though.
Roberts has been under house arrest for months.
With a police guard and a video log
of everybody coming and going.
We should take a look.
Let me know what you find out.
So your father's suicide note was written under duress?
What are you doing? That's my work.
You gave his suicide note to the police
so they could analyze his handwriting?
You already know the answer to that
since you just read the report.
You know, I gave you that note
so you could finally get closure,
not to open an investigation.
Of course I'm having it analyzed.
- Why? - So I can find out what really happened.
I told you what really happened.
No, you told me what you believe happened.
This is what I do.
I follow the evidence until I find the truth.
When the evidence proves
what I've been saying all along,
I hope I will get an apology from you.
(Sighs)
(Folder thuds)
What did you want, mom?
I wanted to take you to lunch,
but I can see you're far too busy.
(Kate) Angela, I sympathize with you.
I do. I don't like putting out fires either.
But you're gonna like it a hell of a lot less
when a case comes along that you can't close
because you've shut this office out
and somehow, the press gets wind of it.
Is that a threat?
It's an inevitability.
Now why don't you tell me what you're really doing here?
I've been asked by your friend, the D.A.,
to endorse your candidacy.
(Chuckles)
If I do so,
it'll be under one condition.
You start keeping a tighter leash on your people.
I will keep that in mind.
(Indistinct conversations)
Detective Sullivan.
Officer Dunn. What brings you here?
I had a hunch you might be here.
The Chinese consulate delivered the file
on the stolen S.U.V.
Did you read it?
The vehicle was manufactured in China,
shipped here, then it was stolen
from a supermarket parking lot in Wynnewood.
There's been no trace of it since.
You didn't come here to tell us we hit a dead end?
Uh, actually, I was wondering
what you were doing Friday night.
I have two tickets to the Sixers/Knicks game,
and I thought I would pay you back
for taking me to see the Flyers.
Thank you.
Yeah, I... I can't. It's, uh, poker night.
I'm hosting.
Another time?
Sure. No problem.
You have my number.
(Tommy) Well, according to this log,
Roberts had 53 visitors of a period of 4 months.
(Video playing without audio)
So officer Dunn...
you, uh, made up poker just to let her down easy?
Yeah.
She's very attractive.
Something wrong with you?
Megan and I went out for drinks the other night.
We kinda turned a corner.
I just don't want to screw it up.
A corner. What, did you sleep with her?
I'm not talking about 20 years ago.
I mean, like, now,
did you sleep...
(Clears throat)
Listen, I... I got the greatest respect
for Megan as a doctor.
But she let you down more than once.
You want to keep on, like, running into that
when you got this attractive woman,
she's chasing you about?
You know, you're probably not gonna believe this,
but someday,
having an attractive woman chase you around
isn't gonna be all that.
You're right. I don't believe you.
Wait a second.
Right here.
Who is that?
The good samaritan.
(Papers rustle)
Oh, yeah.
Oh, the guy who was helping Jennifer Sanchez at the scene. (Clicks pen)
11:44.
John Anderson.
(Whispers) John Anderson.
What are you doing at Gerry Roberts' apartment,
John Anderson?
This was taken from the lobby of Roberts' apartment building
while he was on house arrest.
Who is it?
Oh, it's, uh, John Anderson.
He's the guy who tried to save Jennifer Sanchez
at the crime scene.
What was he doing in the lobby?
(Tommy) Good question.
We think he might be a go-between.
He set up the kidnapping.
But he's definitely a bad guy.
And you know that because?
(Adam) Well, everything he told the police is bogus...
his name, his address, his phone number.
All we've got is his picture.
Actually, we have more than that.
He gave Jennifer Sanchez mouth-to-mouth C.P.R.
at the crime scene.
Ethan...
I need you to do something for me right now.
Ethan, talk to me.
I swabbed Jennifer Sanchez's lips,
and the lab found foreign D.N.A.
Run it through C.O.D.I.S.?
Of course.
Dr. Colin Olsson, forensic pathologist.
From New York State.
There's more to show you.
I did a search on his name.
This is what came up.
(Megan) He died five years ago?
(Tommy) How's that possible?
This is Dr. Colin Olsson, forensic pathologist.
He forged prescriptions
to obtain over 30,000 Oxycontin pills
that he then sold through the state.
He was sentenced to ten years.
He was ordered to report to prison one month later,
but he never made it.
He died in a car crash.
The only thing left to I.D. him
were a few teeth.
Clearly he's good at this.
So Roberts tracks him down,
hires him to disappear himself.
How would Roberts know how to find this guy?
I don't know. Do we have that "after" picture?
Yeah.
Oh, it looks like he's had some work done.
Bet Roberts does the same thing.
Yeah, which means that
we don't have long before he's in the wind.
How are we gonna find him?
Well, Olsson has a wife.
If we can get her to lead us to Olsson,
we can get Olsson to lead us to Roberts.
How is she gonna lead you to her husband
if she thinks he's dead?
We just get her to talk about him,
find out what his hobbies are, his habits...
anything that can help us track him down.
What if she doesn't think he's dead?
Maybe she's in on it.
There was no insurance pay out.
She did not benefit from his death.
Olsson did. He didn't go to prison.
If she helped him,
and you started asking her questions,
it's gonna tip her off.
What do you suggest?
Let me talk to her.
Mrs. Olsson?
Oh, yes.
Hi. I'm Megan Hunt.
I'm with the Medical Examiner's Office.
Hi.
I work with detectives Sullivan and Lucas.
They're a little bit tied up right now. I apologize.
That's fine.
Um, do you know what I'm doing here?
They said it was about my husband's death,
but there was no foul play involved.
I'm sure they'll explain it all to you.
Please sit.
Okay.
I'm so sorry about your husband.
Thank you.
How long ago was it that he died?
Uh, five years this summer.
Ah. That's hard.
Yeah.
You must miss him.
I do. (Exhales)
I miss the good times.
Not the bad.
Ah. You mean his arrest?
No.
Actually, it started long before that.
Really? How so?
Well, my husband loved being a doctor.
But he also loved to gamble.
Ah.
Yeah. It's what ruined him.
The whole Oxycontin thing was to pay off
debts he ran up playing online poker.
(Sighs)
Did you know that he had this problem?
When I found out about the gambling,
I was just... in shock.
I begged him to stop,
but he just...
he wouldn't.
(Voice breaking) It almost would've been easier
if it had been a woman, you know?
(Chuckles)
I lost my husband to vivalapoker.com.
(Crying) I'm sorry.
No, it's okay.
It's just...
it's what we were fighting about the night he died.
And every day I wonder, if I just hadn't...
yelled at him about
the money he was losing...
maybe he wouldn't have taken that drive
and crashed his car.
I really have tried to move on, you know?
But it's just that...
that question.
You know, that...
that question.
What would've happened...
if I had done things differently?
(Sniffles)
(Indistinct conversations)
Vivalapoker.com, look it up.
Why is that?
Her husband was addicted to it.
And, no, she was not in on it.
She's been blaming herself for her husband's death
for the last five years. (Typing)
Oh, ho, ho. The site's still active.
Yeah, this is really good news.
So we can subpoena the web site for his account activity.
If he's created a new account under a different name,
- we should be able to find him. - How?
Well, rephrase... I know two FBI analysts
who should be able to find him.
Did you tell her her husband's alive?
Nope.
Why not?
I want to find the bastard first.
(Typing)
Okay, here's our data.
Colin Olsson's betting patterns, playing habits,
chat room activity.
Looks like a job for regression analysis.
(Typing)
Regression analysis.
Yeah, of course. Um...
(Typing continues)
- How long's that gonna take? - Not long.
(Typing continues)
We got him.
Colin Olsson now plays under the user name phoenix2008.
F... five years ago, he rose from the ashes.
That is cute.
I'm guessing George Washington isn't his real name.
But his I.P. address is registered to...
(Taps button)
Alec Hamilton of San Diego.
Okay, can you check local hotels?
Sure.
(Both typing rapidly)
Ah. Alec Hamilton checked in to
The Olympian Hotel on Market Street
a little over one month ago.
Thank you. You ladies are awesome.
Yes, we are. (Chuckles)
(Taps button)
(Tommy) Philly P.D. Anybody here?
Closet clear.
Bathroom clear.
(Holsters gun)
(Sighs, holsters gun)
He's not here.
Look at this guy.
Death's the best thing that ever happened to him.
You know, I don't get it.
These were taken way before
Gerry Roberts ever got himself into trouble.
(Exhales)
You know, I think we've been looking at this the wrong way.
Roberts didn't find Olsson. Olsson found him.
Mr. Fake Your Death here has found himself
a little niche industry.
You find a rich guy who's in a jam,
offer to disappear him for a fee.
Well, he must have
a whole network of people involved.
(Beep) (Chuckles)
Would've been too easy, huh?
Philly P.D. Don't move.
Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop. Stop, stop, stop. (Grunts)
(Both grunting)
(Moans)
(Grunts)
(Handcuffs click)
So where's Gerry Roberts?
The clock is ticking.
He's about to go under the knife
if he hasn't already.
Look, you got the wrong guy. My name is Alec Hamilton.
Right. You used to be John Anderson.
Your name is Colin Olsson. You're a forensic pathologist.
You tried to fake your own death five years ago.
You know the M.E.O. as got a swab of your D.N.A.
from Jennifer Sanchez's lips
after you tired to give her C.P.R., right?
Remember that?
We have you dead to rights, doctor.
So why'd you help her anyway?
Did you feel guilty?
You just didn't want to go down for second-degree murder? What?
Look, you know, I may be many things,
but I am not a murderer.
I'm a doctor. She went down right in front of me.
I couldn't just do nothing.
Right. So you're a mastermind with a heart of gold, right?
Well...
Everybody except when it comes to your wife, right?
My wife? You talked to my wife?
Yeah, I did talk to your wife. Mm-hmm.
She's still broken up over you.
- Right, Adam? - Mm-hmm.
Listen, she still feels responsible for your death.
Does that bother you at all?
Look...
(Exhales)
Y... you... you gotta understand.
I... I was about to go to prison.
Oh, okay.
My life was over.
Faking my death was the only way out.
It was a coward's way out.
No, it was a brilliant way out.
And it turns out there's plenty of people
who would pay to do the same.
And that's what I do. I give people a second chance.
You give people a second chance?
Yeah, that's what I do.
What about the guy who you torched in the car?
Were you giving him a second chance?
You know, that was a medical school cadaver.
And I have never murdered anybody.
What about Jennifer Sanchez?
That was an accident.
Right now there's a crime lab team
hacking into your computer.
I'm just guessing they're gonna find
a client list, surgeons, dentists...
everybody else involved in your crappy little operation.
You cooperate now, the D.A. is gonna cut you some slack.
If you don't, we don't need you anymore...
(Chuckles) They're gonna chuck you out to general population.
That, Colin, is where the real killers are?
Do you want to be there, huh?
You're the gambler. What's it gonna be, doc?
(Door creaks)
Shh. Shh.
(Lowered voice) Okay. Let's go, guys.
Not a sound. You're the first to go.
Hands where I can see 'em, guys.
Hey.
Megan, we're in. (Handcuffs clicking)
Did he go under yet?
Let's find out.
(Gerry exhales) Hey, doc.
I don't care what my coagulation panel says.
We have to do this now.
You should care.
If your clotting factor's low, you could hemorrhage.
It's really not a good thing during surgery.
Who the hell are you?
Dr. Megan Hunt.
You look okay for a dead man.
Long time no see, Gerry.
(Clinks) Not the, uh, wrist wear
you're accustomed to wearing, I imagine.
You're going back to trial, Jerry.
There's no way you're getting out of this one. I promise you.
One thing you forgot, Detective.
No one knows where the money is except me.
I'll plead it out in exchange for a deal.
Yeah, you may want to think again.
This is a list from Olsson's computer
of all the client's he's helped disappear over the years.
We got the new identities... oh, including yours...
John Baker Ashton.
(Tommy) The D.A.'s already issued a subpoena
to the First Caribbean Bank of Belize,
all accounts in that name.
How much you want to bet they find
all the money you stashed away?
(Megan) You're out of options, Gerry.
And by the way, after you stand trial for fraud,
you will stand trial for the death of Jennifer Sanchez.
Who the hell is Jennifer Sanchez?
Exactly.
Nice work, Megan.
What are you doing here?
Complimenting you. Don't get used to it.
(Laughs) Yeah.
(Laughs)
And why are you two smiling?
Well, we got Roberts.
We got a line on the money he stole from investors.
It's a good day for the department.
Stop patting yourselves on the back.
None of this would've been necessary
if you had done your jobs in the first place.
(Megan) Excuse me.
They did do their job.
Roberts is in custody.
You have nothing to complain about.
This your idea of keeping your people
on a tighter leash?
Megan, detectives, I think the Chief and I
need to have another chat.
Angela, I would never presume
to tell you how to discipline your people.
- Good. - But as far as I'm concerned,
this was a perfect example of our two departments
cooperating to solve a case.
I'd much rather a few feathers get ruffled
than lose our initiative.
So do I cut Megan a lot of slack?
Yes, because time after time, she's earned it.
And I have no intention of reining her in.
Now, Kate,
you are an aspiring politician.
You know you should never take a position
that you can't walk back
when your supporters tell you to.
You're right. I should know better.
So here's another position I can't walk back...
you can keep your endorsement.
I'll take my chances without it.
(Telephone ringing)
Hi.
I got your message. What's going on?
I have some news for you about your husband.
What news?
What happened to him...
it's not your fault.
Oh, well, that's very kind, but you...
No, I... I really mean it.
It's really not your fault.
(Sighs)
(Chuckles)
Your husband's alive.
No, but... but...
- Ruth... - but they told me that...
Don't you want to know the truth?
(Elevator bell dings)
(Footstep echoes)
(Indistinct conversations)
Oh, my God.
(Voice breaks) Colin?
Colin?
You son of a bitch!
You're alive?!
I'm sorry.
You're sorry?!
- Okay. Okay, okay, let's go. - You're sorry?!
(Sobs) Oh, my...
Don't, please.
(Exhales deeply)
She'll be okay, right?
Yeah, I think.
I mean, it's better she finds out this way
than the front page of a newspaper.
Mm-hmm.
Anyway, you're the one I'm worried about.
Me? (Chuckles) Why me?
The lab results from your father's suicide note.
They come in tonight.
Good.
Megan...
you might not get the answer you want.
All I want is the truth.
(Knock on door)
Here it is.
What's it say?
You want to sit down?
Tommy, what's it say?
Now don't jump to conclusions.
There could be a variety of explanations here.
(Exhales)
Found a foreign fingerprint.
It's not my father's, not my mother's.
Look, Megan, it's a partial fingerprint.
Could be one of your father's patients,
a cleaning lady, a friend paying a visit.
It could be anybody.
Oh, I know whose fingerprint it is.
It's my father's killer.
(Inhales)
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