This is a waste of time.
Three days we've had this place
under surveillance.
And we know the caf?owner
is harboring a terrorist.
We think we know.
Dozer,you picked up
Abdel's cell phone chatter yesterday.
I can't be certain.
Give me your best guess.
Angela,making decisions on best guesses
is how people get kicked out of the Bureau.
Actually,that's how I got into the Bureau.
I just need two minutes with the owner of that place,
and I'll tell you whether he's lying
about hiding Abdel upstairs.
I know you got a gift for spotting liars,Angela.
But you don't trust it.
Thanks for the vote of confidence.
Partner.
I'm going to...
go for a walk.
Yeah.
♪
What's she doing?
What she always does.
Whatever she wants.
Is Abdel in?
I don't know who that is.
My friend,let me give you a tip.
Next person you lie to,don't look at the ceiling
when you do it.
Where is he?
Upstairs?
Thanks.
That's a gun. That's-that's a gun!
We're moving in.
We'r
moving in! Keep monitoring her.
Wow,scary.
Only a moron could miss me from here.
♪
All right,freeze! FBI!
Don't move,don't move!
Okay,turn.
Get your ass up.
Under the laws of the Patriot Act,
I place you under arrest.
Angela,listen to me.
I want to talk about what the hell happened in there.
That guy wasn't a trigger puller.
You don't know that!
Yes,I do.
When I turned around
and I walked towards the gun,
his eyes got bigger.
Maybe he was attracted to you.
Leo,his expression implied fear.
Uncertainty.
You-you know this stuff.
Trigger pullers act with intention.
They narrow their gaze when they make their move,
ry tight
around the handle of the weapon,okay?
Angela,listen to me,all right?
One day,you're going to be wrong.
You're gonna misread someone,and you're gonna get your face
smeared all over the wall of some dark alley.
Powerful imagery.
And for the record,I was wrong-once.
Never happen again.
♪
Congratulations- we got a full confession
out of that terrorist you caught,Abdel Hassan.
Does this mean we can go to Disneyland now,boss?
Heh. Right.
Local police are requesting your help
on a case.
That is Maggie Phillips.
She went missing on her birthday,ten days ago.
I know the case. It's all over the news.
Her husband Andy is the primary suspect.
The two of them went flying in his private plane
on the day she disappeared.
Over water,right? That's right.
And the body hasn't been found?
So they think he dumped the body out of the plane.
That's the prevailing theory, and the district attorney
won't file a murder charge without a body
or a confession from Andy.
They need a top-flight surveillance unit
to put a blanket on Andy Phillips.
Do we have the necessary warrants
for full surveillance?
Everything you need.
I want you to get into this guy's life,
and cover every inch of it.
We're on it.
Angela.
A moment.
Sure,what's up?
That stunt you pulled with the terrorist
in the caf?yesterday?
Dangerous and irresponsible.
And yet,effective.
Have you been keeping your psych appointments?
How long do I have to keep paying
for the mistakes of my parents?
Probably forever.
Speaking of which,um...
When is the last time you talked to your father?
Why?
I'm just,uh...
just asking.
Let's go bug Andy Phillips.
♪
Andy and his son just got home.
Andy Phillips is 37 years old
with a net value of $7.4 million.
He inherited his father's construction business
when he passed away unexpectedly three years ago.
One son,Randy.
Nine years old.
Phillips has no arrests,no records,no warrants.
On paper,this guy looks like a Boy Scout.
But the presshas the word "murderer"
written on his forehead.
Time to see Andy Phillips in person.
How many times do I have to tell you people?
I didn't kill my wife.
In fact,I don't believe she's dead.
At this point,Maggie is missing.
Randy and I are sick with worry and concern.
Pimping his kid for sympathy.
He's gonna hurt his chances for Father of the Year.
My wife knew I loved to fly.
She encouraged it.
I- I just flew out to Camden Island and back.
Right,the over water flight on the wife's birthday.
You'd have to be an idiot
to think people would believe that.
Or exceedingly smart.
To know that they won't,but say it anyway.
What?
See,good liars...
They lead you down a road,
carefully planting various signs,
until you're in exactly the place that they want you.
Then they can tell you anything that they want...
and you'll believe it.
I don't understand.
Are you saying the guy's a liar or not?
I'm saying that he's telling the truth.
But-that doesn't mean that he's not a liar.
All right,so let me get this straight.
He's not not telling us the truth,
and we're not not skeptical that he's not not the killer.
Something like that.
♪
Okay,do you have everything you need?
Almost.
You look nervous.
I'm waiting for someone I really like.
Um,coworker? Or a college friend?
Handsome man.
Banker.
Mm-hmm.
Your height, same eye color.
Nice smile.
Really. Really.
Could I fill in until he,uh... until he shows?
Oh-okay.
Okay.
But I'm warning you,they're really-
tough shoes to fill.
Ah.
Well,did your,um...
your handsome banker ever do this?
Um,this is our third date.
We've done that plenty of times.
So,third date,huh?
Yeah.
Um...
So is this a,uh... an exclusive relationship?
It depends.
On how he acts tonight.
♪
What?
Oh,nothing.
I just-nothing.
I'm sorry,I didn't know you were married.
Um,because I didn't tell you.
That was years ago. How'd you know?
Um,the photo.
Tropical location,
sun setting behind you,
not the East Coast.
Playful picture,taken by someone you know well.
Statues...
indigenous to Indonesia.
Probably Bali.
It's a long way to travel without a special someone.
And... albums.
Three white ones between the others
denotes wedding pictures.
Then there's the music.
Looks like you kept
the whole CD collection.
What a fascinating mind.
Mm.
Um,tell-tell me what else you see.
No,no,come on.
No,no,no,no,no,no,no-
Really,I,uh-
I want to know what else
you know about me.
Okay.
Why did you and your wife break up?
Um... okay.
We got married on a whim.
And we were way too young.
It was over in six months.
Both of us were,uh...
relieved.
See?
Now you're lying.
I am?
Mm-hmm.
I- I can tell by the way
your brow furrows
when you recall the experience,
and the pitch of your voice increases slightly.
Um...
So can you tell when everyone lies?
I can.
And now I can tell by the expression on your face
and the stone-cold silence
?5||
Hello. Hey.
How was your date last night?
Uh... great.
You ruined another one,didn't you?
I can't help who I am. You know,if I-
If I see something,I can't just ignore it.
Hey,ignoring things is the foundation
of a good relationship
Look,Leo,I'm complicated,and I'm troubled
with a cart full of baggage
and a closet full of family skeletons,okay?
But I'm also smart.
I just... I don't do dumb.
Why don't you tell him who you are,then?
Why would I do that?
Well,you like this guy,right?
You're gonna have to let him in eventually.
It's way too soon.
There's Andy.
I checked FAA about Andy's flight.
He followed the flight plan
on the day of Maggie's disappearance.
Followed it to a T.
Two miles off the shoreline,
out to Camden Island and back.
What-what about his credit report?
Normal,except for the weekly bill on his AMEX.
Every Thursday at the Downtown Grand Hotel.
Today's Thursday.
Exactly. Check this out.
He spent $60,000
in the last eight months on a Grace Escort Service.
60,000 in eight months,wow.
What a busy boy.
So did P.D. ask him if he was having an affair?
Quote,"I have never cheated on my wife. "
End quote.
Looks like Andy's nose is growing.
♪
Oh,what do we have here?
Joe Jackson and Pat Barone.
They control two unions and half
the Italian crews in the city.
The plot thickens.
I don't know,construction crews
break down along ethnic lines.
Yeah,so you're saying it's legit?
Probably.
Yeah,right. Legit.
Dozer. Uh-huh?
Andy Phillips books a room at the Downtown Grand
every Thursday, probably the same one. Mm-hmm.
If it's not across from the Monarch Building,
switch 'em around today.
20th floor or higher.
I don't want the infrared picking up any surface noise.
Find a staging area in the Monarch,
prep the field kit, and we'll meet you up there.
We have room 2313 reserved for you.
But I always take 1407.
2313's a very nice room with a terrific view.
Okay?
Maybe it'll be S&M.
Remember that last one we got,
with that Swedish girl
in the dominatrix outfit,
and the guy acting like her man-bitch
with the- that was awesome.
Yeah,good times.
I got a visual.
Quick,Dozer,infrared. Okay.
Infrared.
Hi.
Can I get you something to drink?
Sure.
What do you want to do?
Tell me about your week.
Talking again?
Let's have some fun.
Could get kinky after all.
Dozer,touch the Grace Escort server.
Find out who that girl is.
I've got something for you.
It's beautiful.
Hold it up,let me see.
Oh,now that's nice.
And there he is.
Our all-American Boy Scout,cheating on his wife.
Probably killed her.
Something's not right.
♪
3:00 a. m. visit to the most notorious spy
in the prison system.
Look,you want to fill me in on this?
Nope.
Oh.
Wake him up.
Thank you,Warden.
How are you?
I'm well.
It's been a while.
Your email said you had urgent information for me
of national importance.
You want to tell me what that is?
Come on,Dad.
I'm not here for a social call.
Have you seen your mother?
Here we go.
I hear she's not well.
Well,Dad, I'm sure she's got
the best doctors in the prison system
working for her.
It's been 10 years,3 months,and 4 days
since I saw you.
I'm all grown up.
I've made a mess of everything,Angela.
And you and your brother have had to carry the brunt of it.
I wish that there was some way that-
There's not.
There is no way.
Is it true you work for the FBI?
You're brilliant,Angela.
You always wanted to be a doctor.
Yeah,well,now I want to put bad guys in jail.
Things aren't always what they seem,Angela.
Really,Dad?
What do things seem like to you?
Are you still professing your innocence?
I work every day of my life
trying to make up for what you did.
I've seen the evidence.
I'd like a relationship with you.
Did you ever...
think about our relationship
when you were lying to me
about being in the software business?
Did you think about it when you were
working inside the CIA
or-or selling classified information
to hostile governments? Anla-
No,Dad.
I want to know.
Did you ever think,"Hey,I might go to prison
for the rest of my life.
Maybe I shouldn't bring children into the world. "
Angela,I live in solitary for 23 hours of every day.
I spend most of it
thinking about how I damaged you and your brother.
Are you trying to make me feel sorry for you?
You can't tell me you don't have some good memories.
What about that time
we went camping up to,uh,
Cumberland,with the Indian Guides?
You must have been what,six or seven?
We were the,uh,Rolling Thunder tribe,right?
What is that?
Code?
Are you trying to send me a message?
No,I- I was eight!
Dad,it was Route 67 past Rolling Hills Lake.
What the hell are you doing?
So my memory's not perfect.
I'm trying to connect
with my daughter.
I can see right through
that wall you've put up,Angela.
I'm done here.
Everything you're holding back,
it's all going to spill out.
You may think we have no connection,
but you're still my little girl,Angela.
So tell me about this Indian Guides trip.
I can't remember.
We took dozens of them.
All over the state.
So what did he mean,then?
I don't know.
But if he was going to communicate something,
he wouldn't be so obvious about it.
He'd do it on the sly.
See,like this. Watch.
That is just not normal.
You know,there's a reason your parents
were never given the death penalty.
Several thousand pages of highly classified documents
were never recovered.
And close to $10 million.
Now,these documents would be as dangerous
in the hands of the enemy today
as they were 12 years ago.
Heard from your brother lately?
Not since Christmas,
when he pulled a reverse Santa
and stole $6,000 from me.
Well,your father's trying to get to you,
he's trying to get to Jerry too.
Good. Let him. They deserve each other.
It does not look good for you
to cut off contact with your brother.
You know what,I just wish all the people
in this Bureau that don't trust me
would give me a list of their dos and don'ts.
I mean,it's making me paranoid.
When I bought these shoes,I was like,
"Do these look like espionage pumps?"
Can I help it if Russian-inspired styles
are in this season?
I'm on your side.
Okay?
Just keep your focus,
that's all I'm saying.
You watch her,Leo.
She's not big on listening to me.
Uh,hi.
Sir.
I've talked to some sources about Joe Jackson
and Pat Barone.
It seems they've been having trouble
with Phillips Construction lately.
Which explains why they were
pushing him around at his site.
And by tomorrow I should have the name of the girl
Andy Phillips was with at the Downtown Grand.
Great.
It's personal.
Hi.
Thanks for coming.
Thanks for the invitation.
I wasn't sure I was gonna get another.
You did freak me out a bit on our last date.
I guess I didn't realize I,uh...
I- I give myself away like that.
Nobody does.
It's... human nature.
Instinctual,and...
uncontrollable.
You know,I know you work for the FBI,
but I guess I thought-
you turn that stuff off outside the office.
I try to.
I like you,Angela.
You're smart,
insanely sexy,
and maybe even a little crazy,
which,uh...
which,truthfully,I find attractive.
Well...
I'm hoping that this is a second chance
at our third date.
♪
♪ Everybody go
♪ The party's over
Are you leaving?
Uh,I have an early meeting.
I'll call you tomorrow.
Okay.
♪ You must really love her
♪ You think I don't know
♪ Yeah it's true
♪ I think over is over
♪ I'm right back where I started ♪
♪ When it comes to wanting you ♪
♪ I can't have what I wanted ♪
♪ But I did I can
♪ I was I am
♪ Only human
♪ Living dying
♪ Just like any fool
♪ Who ever breathed
♪ If love is blind
♪ If love's a drug
♪ It always is
♪ It always was
♪ And love was surely made
♪ For fools like me ♪
I got a rundown on that girl from the infrared with Andy.
Give it to me.
There it is.
Julie Molson,
AKA Nellie Hollingsworth,
AKA Liv Stevens.
Oh,using an alias,huh?
Let's go find Julie Molson.
There's nothing illegal about working for an escort service.
I'm 21 years old.
We're not here to talk to you
about your escort job,Julie.
A girl's got a right to do
what she's gotta do, but we're here
to talk to you about Andrew Phillips.
And what about him?
Well,you do know that his wife is missing,right?
And all the evidence suggests that he's the killer.
And I think you know something about that,Julie.
I don't know anything about that.
It's beautiful.
Our all-American Boy Scout,cheating on his wife.
Talking again?
You're not sleeping with him,are you?
Of course I am.
You show up at the Downtown Grand every Thursday.
He serves you juice or soda.
Buys you nice, conservative clothes
and wants to talk?
It's not a sexual relationship. It's something else.
Better tell me what it is,Julie,or we're gonna book you
on something far more serious than hooking.
He's my father.
He was in college,and it was a one-nighter.
I was put up for adoption.
No one took me, so I grew up in foster care.
And I left when I was 14.
Lived on the streets for two years,
and then I got this job.
And last year,Andy found me.
Well,what does he want now?
He wants me to get out of the escort business.
And why don't you,Julie?
Look,he didn't want me when I was born.
So who's to say he wouldn't abandon me again?
That girl is pathological.
Mm-hmm,which puts her in group three.
What the hell is that? Your latest theory?
Okay-healthy people,
for the most part,tell the truth.
When they lie,it's usually
for socially acceptable reasons,
to spare someone's feelings or avoid embarrassment.
That's group one.
Okay. What's number two?
That would be your garden variety liars.
They're the type that embellish accomplishments,
cheat on their spouses,
stab colleagues in the back to climb the corporate ladder.
See,those two groups,it's easy to see
when they're being deceitful.
But Julie's in the third group.
The pathological ones,they lie so much
about so many different things,
that reality simply disappears.
And then everything that they say is the truth.
But also a lie.
Mm-hmm.
So Andy has an illegitimate daughter
that he's hiding from Maggie.
But the daughter says that
she doesn't want anything from him.
But maybe she does.
Maybe Julie calls Maggie, who gets angry
and threatens to destroy Andy's life.
And then Andy calls in Joe Jackson and Pat Barone
to get rid of Maggie.
I like the sound of that.
Joe Jackson,Pat Barone.
FBI,mind if we join you?
We need some answers
about Andy Phillips.
Never heard of him.
Yeah,well,my trusty little
camcorder here says otherwise.
How's that scratch on the Escalade?
Oh,that Andy Phillips.
So why were you throwing him around
at his construction site?
That bitch wife of his?
He means no disrespect.
She owes us 260,000 for services already rendered.
What services?
It's all legit.
Benefits I supply for the crews on the downtown site.
Equipment rentals,stuff like that.
So she shorted you.
Not just me.
My guys.
This is their kids' dentist bills,
their doctor's visits,
and Christmas presents,you know?
Yeah,I know.
But were the dentist bills
so high that you had to kill her?
You've been watching too much bad TV,honey.
We're businessmen.
Honest ones.
Not like those crooks
on Wall Street.
You got me there.
So what does Andy have to say
about all this?
Andy says the old lady kept the books.
They show she paid.
I say my pockets show
she didn't.
And now he's gonna get pinched
for disappearing his wife, so I figure
I gotta get a little aggressive.
What?
I believe you.
♪
Andy Phillips,Julie Molson,
Joe Jackson,Pat Barone.
Every one of these people
had motive to kill Maggie Phillips.
Someone's lying here.
You're right.
Somebody's lying.
Who?
Well...
there's only one person we haven't investigated yet.
Maggie Phillips is the vic.
Yeah,we overlooked her,'cause she's dead.
Dead or not,she's still a part of this story.
Maybe the most important part.
Dozer,I want to know everything about her,
down to the very last detail.
Guess what?
Maggie Phillips cooked the books
for Phillips Contracting.
Really?
What have you got?
In June of last year,
she deposited $630,000
into an account at Metropolitan Bank
belonging to an Andrea Barker.
In the past year,Maggie transferred
$3.7 million from Phillips Contracting
to the same Andrea Barker woman.
How did you find all this stuff
when the locals couldn't?
I'm that good.
That's why he gets paid the medi's bucks.
Well,what else have you found?
Uh,nothing.
Except for this cell phone bill
belonging to Andrea Barker.
'Cause,uh...
I'm that good,too.
Great. Thank you.
Track the location of the phone.
I've already got it.
292 Meade Street.
Any ideas?
What do you mean?
On who she is.
That's Maggie Phillips.
That's her?
She's alive.
Well,aren't you going to arrest her?
Well,what do we book her on?
You know,running away from her husband?
There's a missing piece here,
and when we find out what it is,we'll move on her.
I'm gonna get the name off that mailbox.
Okay.
Oh,uh-
Hey,you've got some action here
on that roving radio transmitter.
Oh,good.
Who are you following with that,anyway?
Um,nobody.
Nobody?
You're bugging nobody?
Get out.
What? Get out.
Now. Okay.
Oh,yeah. Thanks a lot.
You found the radio transmitter.
Are you completely emotionally damaged or what?
Speak,Angela.
Make this make sense to me.
I- I don't know if I can.
Oh.
Yeah,I figured as much.
Look,Peter,wait.
Yes,I have some trust issues,okay?
I have some trust issues,
and I am trying to get past them.
Well,bugging your friends and loved ones
should do the trick.
Look,I would have told you eventually
if we'd gotten ta place where I felt comfortable-
You would have told me what?
What?
Um...
I changed my last name when I got to college.
It used to be Anderson.
My parents are Colin and Lydia,
the two biggest traitors in the history of our country.
Wow.
Uh,that must suck.
It's a character builder,I guess.
Look.
I got scared,Peter, because...
I like you.
A lot.
And I did something really stupid,
and I'm... I am so sorry.
So,um...
Well,then,you...
I guess that's it.
See you around,have a nice life,
all that stuff.
Is that what you think?
History tells me so.
It's okay.
Look at me.
Look at me,look at me.
Look at me.
See this?
Know what it is?
I think...
It's the face of a man
who's not going to run away from me.
But maybe I'm just- maybe I'm just hoping.
No,no,no.
Come here.
So how does someone with your family history
make it into the FBI?
That is a story for another day.
Hmm. Mm-hmm.
What's your brother do?
Um...
He does crazy.
Totally,totally off the deep end.
I... tried for years to save him,
but he's group three.
What is that?
He's pathological.
Oh.
That girl is pathological.
Using an alias,huh?
He's my father.
She's pathological.
Who is?
Julie Molson,the missing piece.
Um...
I have to go to work.
go get the bad guys
Thanks a lot,buddy.
Uh,Mr. Phillips? Hey,uh...
Just need you to put this in your ear.
I- I can't believe this.
Like I told you on the phone,
Maggie is alive,Andy.
I've seen her.
She's stolen all your money,
and she's done it with the help of Julie Molson.
Julie is my daughter.
Julie Molson is not your daughter.
We have evidence that shows
that she and Maggie
have known each other for a year.
They've set you up,Andy.
They've purchased tickets
with Maggie's credit card-
two one-way flights to Paris for next week.
Look,we just want
a record of you confronting her.
If you can get her to admit what she's done,
that would be great.
But if not,or if things get heated,
or out of control,just walk away,
and... and we'll pick her up.
Andy.
Are you ready for this?
Yes.
Okay then.
Let's go.
Hey,beautiful.
Ooh. Whoa.
Okay,I totally didn't see that coming.
Hey,what the-
You're having an affair?
Aw,man...
u convince her to play the part
of my long-lost daughter.
Just stay on script.
You make everyone believe that you're dead-
Oh,it's not what you think,Andy.
Oh,really? Hey!
It's not about you
falling in love
with some young girl,huh-
Conspiring to run away,taking all my money.
And making me look like a cheating husband.
You wanted me to face execution
for a murder that never happened?
That's not true,Andy.
Just stop lying to me. Tell me the truth.
I tried to tell you.
Hey!
He's got a gun!
Gun. Oh,my gosh. Where did he get that?
♪
Drop the gun!
Andy,no.
Don't do it.
You'll be the murderer
that everyone thinks that you are.
Andy.
She ruined my life.
Andy,look at me.
It's okay,it's okay.
She ruined my life.
It's okay. It's okay.
Okay? It's okay.
It's okay,it's okay. It's okay.
You have one new message.
* Got no folks to speak of So *
* It's the hard-knock row We hoe *
♪ Cotton blankets
* 'Stead of wool
* Empty bellies
* 'Stead of full
* It's the hard-knock life
♪ Don't it feel like the wind is always howlin' ♪
♪
♪ Merrily,merrily,merrily,merrily ♪
♪ Life is but a dream ♪
Come on,Mom!
Come on,Dad!
Okay.
We're coming,there.
Well,thanks,Angela.
Faster- good job,chief.
What are you doing?
Trying to make this close.
♪ 'Stead of treated We get tricked ♪
♪ 'Stead of kisses
♪ We get kicked
♪ It's the hard-knock life
♪
♪ Got no folks to speak of So ♪
♪ It's the hard-knock row We hoe ♪
♪ Cotton blankets 'Stead of wool ♪
♪ Empty bellies 'Stead of full ♪
This is the Anderson family time capsule.
We're gonna bury it here,and one day,
many years from now,we're gonna come back
and dig it up.
Here,sweetheart,you put it in.
Okay.
Let's cover it up.
All right.
♪
Okay.
Let's remember the location.
It's 50 paces up from the river,
at the base of this tree marked with a Y.
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