The Closer s01e10 Episode Script

The Butler Did It

You can take your time figuring out the pass code, lieutenant.
It look like she's gonna be a minute.
Why won't this butler guy open the gate? Anyone know why he didn't show up at court this morning? No.
But he's almost 70.
Picking him up shouldn't be a big problem.
He's the defendant in a murder trial, sergeant.
I have a bench warrant for his arrest.
He's already been a big problem.
He's probably fled the country.
Why isn't tactical here? Oh, there's all sorts of stuff going on this morning.
There's a shootout in the valley.
There's some nut driving crazy on the 101.
It's just one of those days.
Do we own this block? Is the press going to suddenly appear? Well, we've got it sealed off in every direction, though you can expect helicopters when the freeway chase winds down.
Who are those people standing with lieutenant Provenza? Those are the Dutton kids.
They grew up here.
We called them in to help us out with the pass code for the gate.
How'd they get locked out in the first place? A will.
All right.
Call for the battering ram.
Why don't we just call lieutenant Tao? - I bet you he could just hot-wire the gate.
- That'll take forever.
Pardon me.
Gentlemen, do any of you have a key to that patrol car? Yes, ma'am.
Thanks.
Thank you.
I do not like the looks of this.
Chief.
Don't drive mad.
Excuse me, chief, what are you doing? Taking the shortcut, sergeant.
One of you should stay with the Duttons.
There's a bit of a drop.
I don't climb.
Go ahead.
Call it in, sergeant.
Make sure he's here by himself.
And let's see if we can get those gates open for lieutenant Provenza.
Yes, ma'am.
Leave it to Albert to hang himself outside.
Probably concerned about the mess he'd leave.
I guess the guilt finally got to him.
Wouldn't you say so, Deanna? Well, obviously, Dennis.
Proud of his job to the end.
Starched shirt.
Is that his regular tie, Devlin? Yes.
Just a little tighter than usual.
I don't think I've ever seen the man out of uniform.
But then, he was hardly the type to shop at J.
C.
Penney Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Right.
Thank you for identifying the body.
Sir, could you please take the Duttons to the foyer? Excuse me.
Chief Johnson.
Yes.
Deputy D.
A.
Thomas Yates.
Nice to meet you.
This is James Bloom, attorney for the deceased.
Oh, I'm so sorry about your client, sir.
Yes, yes.
When Albert didn't show up in court today, I Uncle James It's mine.
Mind if we talk for a minute? Could this wait, Mr.
Yates? We really should get Mr.
Turner down from up there before the helicopters start swarming around.
Well, because of the legal issues involved, I'd rather the D.
A.
's investigators deal with the body.
And if there's coffee anywhere in the general vicinity, that would be fantastic.
Uh, chief Johnson, I wonder if you're aw Uh, pardon me, sir.
Mr.
Yates, the fact that we're investigating the death of the butler doesn't mean you can treat the L.
A.
P.
D.
like your own personal maids.
I hate to interrupt You stay out of this! I am trying Mr.
Turner for murder.
Well, that seems like a colossal waste of your time, Mr.
Yates, but we are running him down the flagpole, and that's all there is to it.
If you want to examine the body, you may do so after I'm done.
I'm done.
Since we have glass in the mix, I don't want anyone but the morgue attendants touching this body.
Sergeant Gabriel, if you could see to it that we get an autopsy right away.
And, lieutenant Provenza, if you could secure the crime scene until we get an official ruling of suicide.
Mr.
Yates, so nice to meet you.
Mr.
Bloom, if you could come by my office tomorrow afternoon.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Thank you all so much.
Bye! Thank you.
I'm glad he's dead, 'cause that would have really hurt.
Well, of course, if the coroner insists it's suicide, but I always thought Albert reasonably stable.
Stable? He was indicted for killing Mr.
Dutton's widow.
But not convicted.
He was never considered a flight risk.
He was on bail.
He was taking care of the house.
And drinking.
He was drinking more than usual, but other than that, I And you represented Albert because of your personal relationship with him? Yeah.
That and with the Dutton family, my entire practice exists solely to handle their affairs.
And, of course, the children were anxious that Albert get the best possible defense.
Yeah.
They seem like caring kids.
Did your client seemed depressed or anxious lately? He was a defendant in a murder trial, Ms.
Johnson.
That tends to be a bit unnerving even when the charges are ludicrous.
Really? I was looking over the trial transcript, and it seemed to me that the deputy D.
A.
had built a good case against your client.
Albert hated Mr.
Dutton's second wife Angelina.
Ah.
Yes.
Well, he's not alone in that regard.
We all despised her.
And she cost him a great deal of money.
Everybody lost out in Mr.
Dutton's last will because of Angelina.
The children went from inheriting an estate of approximately $2 billion to a paltry $10 million a piece, which was a stipend in their universe.
Albert was the only one who knew what it was like to work for a living, and his job was guaranteed for life.
Maybe it wasn't enough.
Maybe he got greedy.
My client was innocent, and he was going to go free.
And I know this because the D.
A.
offered us a deal.
A deal? What kind of deal? I think maybe you should ask Mr.
Yates the terms.
I'm bound by privilege.
But I took the offer to Albert.
I advised him to pass, because "not guilty" beats a plea every time.
If your client didn't kill Angelina Dutton, who do you think did? Oh, I wouldn't want to speculate on something like that.
But I empathize with poor Albert.
We both spent our careers straightening up after the Duttons.
You haven't returned any of my messages, and I wondered why? Maybe that's because I didn't want to talk to you.
You came to my house! Why did you come to my house? Look, we got off on the wrong foot yesterday.
Maybe that's because it was in your mouth.
Here's what I should have said at the time.
I don't believe Albert Turner killed himself.
So you had a party or something? No.
I just don't get around to housework every single day of my life, is all.
Right.
Right.
Well glad to pitch in.
So, I will start at the beginning.
You can dry.
All right.
Near the end of his life, billionaire Roland Dutton fell deeply in sex with a stripper.
To whom he left his fortune.
I just heard all this.
The children challenged everything.
And lost.
And then Just as Angelina got complete control of the estate, she miraculously died of an overdose.
Oh.
You, uh You missed a little spot.
Honestly? I never thought Albert did it.
You thought he was covering up for someone else.
Which is why you offered him a deal.
So Mr.
Bloom told you about that.
Yeah.
Yeah, Albert was an easy target.
He was alone in the house when Angelina overdosed, he didn't have an alibi, he was fumbling in his interviews with the police, and he had a motive.
He'd lost his inheritance, too.
And I'm positive he knew who did it.
"Just gimme a name," I told him.
"Gimme a name, and I'll let you go, as long as all you did was look the other way.
" So, you put the butler on trial, hoping he would blab on which kid? Dennis Dutton has a history of violence.
She broke up She broke up with him, and she ended up getting clubbed to death with a 9-iron.
Two days later, he was on a plane to Switzerland and did not come back until our best witness against him dies in a car accident.
Well, this is all very interesting, Mr.
Yates.
Sounds like you've got a lot of inference and innuendo for your investigators to follow up on.
But as far as I'm concerned, the M.
E.
returned a finding of suicide, so I don't see how this concerns me.
Well, that finding has convinced my boss and the press that Albert was guilty.
But Wait.
Wait.
Here.
Use this.
If you could get the cause of death changed to homicide Listen.
Listen.
If Albert didn't kill himself, then someone in the Dutton family is getting away with murder, and I hate to think this case is closed and the killer got away.
Look I dried your dishes.
And? And? I'm sorry.
For? For being a condescending asshole yesterday.
If you could help me in any way I took miss Angelina's nightly scotch and milk.
She took it with a low-dose valium to help her sleep.
Watch the interview and judge for yourself.
'Cause as far as I'm concerned, I nailed this guy.
About how long do you think that took? Less than 10 minutes.
Housekeeper says you were in her room for over an hour.
That's impossible.
Mrs.
Lydell had left the house before Housekeeper says she waited for an hour for her daughter to pick her up.
This is where he starts to crack.
You never came out of Mrs.
Dutton's room? No.
No.
I took the back exit to my own quarters.
Oh, well ha ha the back exit.
Did anyone see you? I waited until I could see Mrs Might I have a lawyer, please? I've waited my whole career to say this.
The butler did it.
Buzz, could you rewind for a minute? Say when.
When.
Right there.
On the back of the chair.
Isn't that a cane? That's disturbing.
Was I right? That's what's disturbing.
Look here.
Advanced osteoarthritis.
A degenerative joint disease.
The socket is shut.
This man was a candidate for an immediate hip replacement.
Now, that explains the amount of alcohol and painkillers in his bloodstream, but it doesn't change my finding.
The man died of suffocation due to ligature.
Now, without evidence of murder, I'm gonna have to call this a suicide.
So, tell us, doc, with a hip like that, would Albert have been able to drag a 30-pound ladder from the garage to the house? And climb up the rungs without any assistance? And crawl out on the flagpole? Maintaining his balance while drunk off his ass? While tying a knot to the furthest end? Before leaping to his death? After a thorough review of my initial findings I declare that Albert Turner was the victim of a homicide.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Thank you.
Our first order of business is to find out everything we can about the victim.
I also want to have another look at the Angelina Dutton murder.
It's not unreasonable to think that these two deaths are related.
Lieutenant Provenza should be particularly helpful with this since it was originally his case.
Sgt.
Gabriel, what is going on with S.
I.
D.
and that ladder? Could you please tell them to hurry up that prints report? I also want to talk to the Dutton children again.
I don't think James Bloom is gonna let them talk to us.
Well I won't ask him.
What's on your mind, chief? Deanna, Devlin and Dennis.
They all have a lot of money and a lot of time.
And you know what they say about idle hands.
I'm always reading about Deanna being bombed out of her mind somewhere, and she's got some DUl's.
Yeah, and all those charges have been dropped before trial.
Yeah, but it indicates a pattern.
Yeah, and Devlin likes prostitutes of all kinds.
I mean, it's like an addiction for him.
Vice is always warning him about it.
These aren't major crimes, chief.
I'm not looking to put them away for life, detective Sanchez.
I just want to have them arrested so I can bring them in and have a little chat.
What about, uh, Dennis? I did the workup on the golf club that killed his girlfriend.
Pictures were gruesome.
That was 10 years ago.
There's no statute of limitations on murder.
We can pick him up for questioning anytime we want.
How many times are we gonna solve this case? Hey, there.
Anything I could do to convince you to share? Obviously, you don't know who I am.
Oh, but, um, I do.
You're Deanna Dutton.
Hmm.
And you would be? Detective Irene Daniels, L.
A.
P.
D.
You're under arrest for possession of a controlled substance.
That's a buzz kill if I ever heard one.
Hand it over, Ms.
Dutton.
Thank you.
Vial, too.
All right! Hands behind your back.
Okey-dokey.
How long you been working vice? Two years.
You like it? Except for the hours.
I can't believe how young you look.
I bet you drive your boyfriend crazy in that outfit.
You coming on to me? We're on duty.
I'm paying you a compliment.
There's nothing wrong with that.
Here he comes.
I told you.
If he comes, this is always the time.
His mood varies, so be prepared.
For what? Excuse me.
Is this hot young thing with you? - No.
- Really? So you're here by yourself? Yep.
We'd like to be alone.
Excuse me, boys.
Have a nice night.
I'm Devlin.
What's your name? It's Julio.
Ah! Julio! Me and Julio.
That's our song.
Jack and coke for me, and whatever my friend Julio here would like.
I'm good.
I'm good.
I'm working tonight.
Really? So, Julio, what exactly are you into? Well depends.
What do you got in your pants? In my left pocket, I've got $2,000.
Now what do you think I could get you to do for that? You could get me to arrest you.
Let's go.
Go ahead.
Cuff me.
And if you change into a uniform, I'll stop at an ATM on the way to the station.
Oh! Oh! Julio! Let's go.
Not much to help you with these interviews, although our butler was negotiating with a London realtor to buy an apartment in the Mayfair district while he was on trial.
Are you feeling all right? No.
I have a migraine.
He was awfully optimistic for a suicide victim.
Thank you.
Can I get a complete financial on this guy? Lieutenant, thank you.
You are harassing my clients.
Why didn't you let them call me last night? Mistakes were made.
That's what happens when you arrest a bunch of people with the same last name.
If you want, I'll talk to the press.
Stooping to blackmail on top of it.
No, sir - Chief.
- Yes.
One second.
I found out why we can't find Dennis.
What? You're looking for Dennis, too? The ahem district attorney's office picked him up last night.
Thank you! What? Thomas Yates! How could he do that to me? You sure you don't want to wait for your attorney? I'm perfectly capable of ignoring your questions without him.
Mr.
Yates, may I have a moment, please? How did you beat me? I left first.
Yeah, well, when you don't have to stop for red lights, L.
A.
's a pretty easy place to get around.
May I? Mr.
Yates, a sidebar, please? Excuse me.
You cannot ask me to investigate this murder And then interview the suspects without me.
You're overreacting.
And just so you know, you are not my boss.
All right.
And just so you know, I have the other two Duttons in the holding tank as we speak.
So if you attempt to interview Dennis without me, not only will I release Deanna and Devlin, I'll help them escape.
I'll let you participate in this interview if you let me participate in yours.
I'm a little bit past the "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" stage of life.
Let's just open the door and see what happens.
Thank you.
I'm sorry to hear that Albert's death has been determined to be a homicide.
But you have no evidence, either physical or circumstantial, to connect my client to the crime.
Can I just bottom-line it for them? You are to explain nothing, Dennis.
No, no, no.
Uncle James, they have every right to be suspicious.
But I'm way too smart to have killed Albert, and my brother and sister are way too stupid.
Most criminals are stupid, Mr.
Dutton.
That's why we catch them.
Just because you got away with murder once doesn't mean that you can get away with it again.
All right.
That's enough.
Thank you.
Let's go.
No, no.
Uncle James Sit down.
I'm not finished yet.
I said sit down! Now, look, I liked Albert.
And as far as Angelina is concerned I don't know.
Frankly, I couldn't care less.
I never even met the young lady.
Thanks to people like Mr.
Yates here, I lost an entire decade of my life living in Geneva.
Oh, my god, is that lake boring.
Albert was killed around midnight on sunday.
Any idea where you were around then? Don't answer that question.
You know, you are sounding like a broken record.
Mr.
Yates, I was in the very, very best of company because I was at home alone.
I'm having a fabulous time, you see, stone cold sober.
I find myself absolutely fascinating.
Ok.
This has been fun, hasn't it? We will have to do this again sometime.
Uh, Mr.
Dutton, how did you get by in Switzerland? I don't see you punching a time clock at the Geneva branch of Kentucky Fried Chicken.
Did you have a work visa? Were you employed? Are you kidding? I handled Dennis' financial affairs.
The money transfers were completely legal.
If you wish to speak to Deanna and Devlin, I'd like you to wait until I arrive.
Dennis, come along.
He's so bossy, isn't he? That's your idea of an interview? You just pick someone up and hope they tell you something? What's wrong with that? My client is in no physical condition to talk to you.
I just need an hour or two.
I, uh I overindulged a little bit last night.
Speaking of overindulging, uh, Angelina overdosed.
Tell me, Deanna, if I were to get a search warrant for your house, would I find recreational drugs there or some of the vicodin Albert was taking for joint pain? I'll tell you what.
I'll make a deal with Mr.
Bloom.
You give me an alibi for sunday night, something airtight that I can check, and I won't arrest you for possession of whatever you have in your medicine cabinet.
You're gonna take my stash? Yes, I am.
You're as bad as uncle James.
You judgmental bitch! Why won't anyone let me be happy?! I can provide an alibi for her.
On sunday, at the time in question, Deanna was finishing up her She just got out yesterday morning.
I hope you kept the receipt.
Arraign him or let him go, but he's not talking.
Now, now, that's awful hasty of you, uncle James.
I think I'd have quite a lot to say, if they brought in Julio to question me.
We formed an intimate and immediate connection.
I'm soul mates with detective Sancho.
- Sanchez.
- Whatever.
Devlin, take this seriously.
You can't talk to them.
I'll even say, "please.
" She's gonna do it.
Pucker up, Julio, baby.
Yeah, I'd hop in for you, brother, but I don't think I'm his type.
Well, he is the arresting officer.
I hate all of you.
It's dangerous in there, Julio.
Watch your ass! Mr.
Yates, pardon me.
May we continue? Do you think Albert Turner killed your stepmother? No.
Hi, Julio.
Look at the twinkle! And you know Albert was murdered, as well? Uh-huh.
Hey, Julio? When I'm all done here, would you like to come over for a while? Mr.
Dutton, may I have your attention for a moment, please? One second.
I wanna make detective Sancho here an offer.
I mean, as long as we're here for solicitation, I might as well go for broke.
My house, 24 hours, $50,000.
And normally, I have a really, really big party for that kind of money.
Your father's will is in probate.
You don't have control of the $2 million your father left you, so where are you getting the money for Deanna's drugs and your indiscriminate sexual addiction? He doesn't have to answer that.
No, no.
A deal's a deal, uncle James.
The Duttons are back on the board of Dutton industry, a worldwide real estate company with perfectly above-board profits from our global investments.
And, to answer your next question, I was with my brother the night Albert died.
Really? That's not what he said.
He says he was alone.
Well, I asked him to lie.
He is so unreliable.
Actually I was with a hustler that I met on-line.
Give me a pen, I'll give you his number.
How long were you with this guy? A matter of hours? Days? More a matter of inches, 8 to be exact.
Don't get insecure.
Sunday night, monday morning until 3:00 a.
m.
There, call him.
Check it out.
Now I've answered all your questions honestly and completely.
What do you say, Julio? Shall we give it a go? You know what, Mr.
Dutton? I'd pay you $50,000 to go screw yourself.
What do you think about that, huh? The Duttons don't take rejection very well.
That's a picture of Christine Barringer, taken a few hours after she broke up with Dennis.
I appreciate you sharing this information with me, Mr.
Yates, and your passion for getting the Duttons, but the M.
O.
for Christine's murder is for more violent than those of Albert and Angelina.
Less planned, more a crime of passion.
Damn it.
Albert was our key, and I was this close to getting him to make a deal.
It's not right, is it? People like the Duttons get away with murder because they can out-lawyer us at every turn? Well, now that we're sharing information and all that, I'm sure we'll do better.
I won't give up, and I know you won't.
So let's just agree to call each other whenever we know something.
Ok.
Good.
Ok.
All right.
After you, sir.
Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Tao's found something.
With a little help from forensic accounting.
The Duttons deal with banks throughout Europe.
The kids keep themselves at a remove from the day-to-day finances by giving James Bloom their durable power of attorney to handle their business affairs.
In effect, he runs the company.
And they get the cash.
Yeah, and they have plenty of it, too.
Look what you gave up, Julio.
Knock it off, lieutenant Tao, ok? Lieutenant Tao, you were saying? Our butler Albert Turner had an account in Geneva opened by wire 2 weeks after Angelina died.
$5 million held in certificates of deposit, automatically renewed every 90 days.
But the will is still in probate.
That money didn't come from the estate, Nor did it go back to it.
Last friday afternoon just before it was supposed to automatically roll over again, it was transferred out.
Where did it go? Dennis Dutton.
So Angelina dies.
The butler gets $5 million in cash.
The D.
A.
offers him a deal, and the butler's money vanishes.
And 2 days later, he's found dead.
Ok, everybody, mark the date.
I was wrong.
Fingerprint analysis.
I know the guy spent his life cleaning up after people, but I don't think he wiped the ladder clean after he jumped.
But someone did because there aren't any prints anywhere.
Nope.
Oh, god.
I can't believe it.
I've gotta arrest those awful Dutton children again.
How am I gonna do that? Well, this might help.
We just a got a report of shots fired at the Dutton house.
Well, today's my lucky day.
Thank you.
We could make all sorts of arrests here.
Disturbing the peace.
Discharging a weapon in a residential area.
The one I like best is attempted murder.
So let's try talking it through.
And, Mr.
Bloom, if you'd like to counsel them on remaining silent, I'd be happy to cuff them again, take them downtown.
So, y'all can spend another night in jail, or you can explain to me what the hell is going on here.
Well, Devlin started it.
He figured out the pass code to the gate, and he was here stealing our stuff.
Ignore her.
She's stoned.
It's my fault.
I was driving by, and I saw their cars here and I thought they were divvying up the artwork.
You tried to kill me! Not true.
You're still alive.
I fired a warning shot, and I hit that grossly expensive portrait of my ex-stepmother, improving it in the process, and I apologized.
Did you get your ear clipped by a bullet? No.
She bit me! Oh! He called me a coke whore, and he was provoking Dennis.
Shut up, Deanna.
But it's true.
He kept saying that one of us had to be One of you had to be what? Don't answer that! Mr.
Bloom, I warned you.
Read them their rights.
- Big mouth! - Peasant! I will not allow you to pit them against one another by interrogating them individually.
A group therapy session sounds fine to me, but someone is confessing tomorrow, counselor, and that's all there is to it.
Do you realize what I had to sleep on last night? You guys ever shut up? Never.
- Stop with that pen.
- Screw you, Den.
Stop it.
Just the two of you stop it.
Thank you, sarge Thank you, sergeant.
Detective.
Lieutenant.
This is deputy chief.
Get your feet off the furniture.
What is Mr.
Yates doing here? I'll explain that in a minute, but first I'm going to make some assumptions.
I'm going to assume that whoever murdered Albert also murdered Angelina, and that's a good assumption for your clients, Mr.
Bloom, because if I'm right, that'll be more money for the innocent to split between them.
Really? Is that a rule or something? No, it's a law, you idiot! Listen, carefully Listen, carefully Quiet! Now listen to me.
This isn't Listen! This is not something you can just laugh off.
Whoever committed these crimes, did so with careful thought.
Which rules you out.
Which means, it is murder with special circumstances.
It could lead to the death penalty.
Your lives could be at stake.
So when I ask you to be quiet, let me talk, please oblige me.
Thank you.
We've already verified that Deanna was sequestered at a rehab in Malibu when Albert's murder took place.
Yay.
So I can go? No, no, no.
Because that doesn't rule out conspiracy, and unfortunately we found lots and lots of vicodin in Albert, and when we served our search warrant, Deanna, looking for drugs, we found lots and lots of vicodin in your house.
Wait.
You took my refills? I just got those yesterday.
So how do we know you didn't pass off those pills to your brothers and they didn't use them to drug Albert? Well, for one thing, Deanna won't share drugs with anyone.
Dennis, be quiet.
Be quiet.
You can know it wasn't Deanna's vicodin because I removed all the drugs from her house last month when I dropped her off at rehab.
Just like I did the month before and the month before that.
It's a little ritual we go through, and I will testify to that in court.
Well, that's good enough for me, then Deanna.
You go wait in the hallway.
Uncle James, if it's a matter of alibis, I've already provided one.
Yes, but you've also proven that you had the pass codes to the gates in your house, so you could get in and out.
May I ask a question that goes to motive? Why would Devlin kill the family butler? If Albert overdosed Angelina, he also made the children fabulously rich.
Well, how's this for motive? Albert migh've known who actually murdered Angelina.
He might've been bribed to keep that information to himself, and to suffer through a murder trial that he was promised he would win.
And then, Albert might have changed his mind.
He might've decided that the deal that was being offered by Mr.
Yates wasn't so bad, and the person he was protecting might have thought, "Gee, looks like Albert's getting cold feet.
"Maybe I should hang him from a flagpole on the back terrace.
" So you have an alibi, yes, but who's to say that you didn't give those pass codes to Dennis and let him do your dirty work? Devlin did not have the pass codes.
He was able to get into the gate because he stole the remote control when you found Albert's body.
He only gave it back to me after Dennis shot at him.
And I suppose you'd be willing to swear to that in court as well? I would.
Well, then, Devlin, you can wait in the hallway with your sister.
Heh.
Looks like you're left with Dennis the menace.
So, Mr.
Dutton last friday, 2 days before Albert was killed, $5 million was wired into your bank account in Switzerland.
Where did that money come from? Don't answer that.
No, really, uncle James, I think just this once you should let me explain.
Absolutely not.
Chief Johnson, Mr.
Yates, after the distressing incident involving his ex-girlfriend, Dennis was never allowed direct access to company funds again.
His father wouldn't allow it, therefore I had to be responsible for all transactions to and from his accounts.
And would you agree to sign this waiver allowing us to check the validity of that? Happily.
Well, then, Mr.
Dutton, would you mind waiting outside for a moment, please? Of course.
Really, uncle James, I'd forgotten how good you were at all this.
Congratulations, sir.
Once again, you've helped a murderer go free.
Well, not exactly.
If you'd been listening carefully, actually, someone just confessed.
Who? Why, Mr.
Bloom.
Excuse me.
To what did I just confess? To the murder of Albert Turner.
Because, thanks to you, the Dutton children all have concrete, unbreakable alibis.
And you are the only one left with the motive, means, and opportunity.
My god.
You took the pills from Deanna's house.
Only you and Albert had the pass codes to the gate.
And you just admitted that you were the only person who could transfer money into and out of Dennis's account, and you signed this waiver, allowing us to check the validity of that.
So what do you want to bet we discover that you gave Albert $5 million? That was an advance on his inheritance.
Then why did you take it away? After Mr.
Yates here offered Albert a deal, you transferred that money out of Albert's account and into one held by Dennis, and why would you have done that unless you knew Albert was going to die? You are the one who made the assumption that whoever killed Albert also killed Angelina.
It was the children who had the motive to benefit from her death, not me.
Everyone lost out in that last will.
You said so in my office.
So I checked it out.
Angelina was liquidating the company, hiring all new attorneys.
You spent your entire life how did you put it? Straightening up after the Duttons, always around the family, but never really part of it.
That's hard, I know.
But killing people, Mr.
Bloom? Maybe a real Dutton could get away with murder, but not you.
Now, you're a good attorney.
You know what we're going to find.
I'm gonna trace all these cash transfers to and from Albert.
.
right back to you.
Aren't I, James? Will you take the death penalty off of the table? If you confess to both murders right now.
The only thing I really regret, besides killing Albert.
That that was too bad.
I'm I'm gonna miss him.
But I'm really sorry that I never got the opportunity to knock off those horrible children.
Is there a chance I could plead insanity? Do you mind? No.
Well, um I just wanted to say that despite the somewhat unusual circumstances that I've enjoyed our time together.
Hard to imagine uncle James gave himself away like that.
Of course, he's not a real uncle.
It's just a term of endearment, really.
Yeah, you seem like the real endearing type, I can tell.
Do I detect a touch of sarcasm? Well, perhaps you and I should spend a little more time together.
I might alter your opinion of me.
I saw pictures of your last girlfriend.
Kind of a big turn-off for me.
Well, I guess that rumor will always follow me around.
It's a shame really.
Wish you'd concentrated on finding her killer as hard as you did finding Albert's and Angelina's.
How do you sleep at night, Mr.
Dutton? Sleep is overrated.
Besides, I now have over 600 million new reasons to stay awake.
You know, I realize we come from very different worlds, but there are so few people that I find really interesting.
Is it too much to hope that you and I might cross paths again one day? Be careful what you wish for, Mr.
Dutton.
Till then, miss Johnson.

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