Fatal Acquittal (2014) Movie Script
This and you are
exactly what I need.
Long day? Mm-hmm.
I thought it would never end.
More lawyers?
More like...
sharks circling. Mmm.
Drink up. Mmm.
How's that feel?
That feels good.
It feels real good.
Mmm.
Luke?
Luke, honey, what's wrong?
Don't worry. It'll be over soon.
I'm so sorry it had
to come to this.
Good-bye, Luke.
The question is...
will the black widow get away with
murdering her husband, Luke Miller?
We are now moments away from a
verdict in the Cassidy Miller trial.
Miller is facing
life in prison...
if convicted of premeditated
murder in the first degree.
Luke was convicted
of embezzlement...
after the brokerage firm he founded
lost millions of investor dollars.
Luke spent six months in a federal
penitentiary last year...
before he was
released on appeal.
Luke Miller leaves behind his
16-year-old daughter, Lucy,
who's currently in the care
of his brother, Scott.
The verdict comes just four days after
explosive testimony from Jasmine Holt,
Luke's alleged mistress, who claims
that Cassidy's murderous rampage...
resulted from the discovery of
the couple's torrid affair.
Luke said Cassidy would kill
him if she found out about us.
Of course, Cassidy
Miller denies it all.
I knew that Luke was having trouble
readjusting after getting out of prison.
But I didn't think he was
desperate enough to kill himself.
And were you aware of your husband's
affair with Jasmine Holt?
No.
I found out about it on the
news like everyone else.
And I still don't believe it.
And what about the
life insurance policy?
I loved Luke.
And there is no amount
of money in the world
that can make up for the
loss of your husband.
After only two hours
of deliberation,
the jury will return to the
courtroom to deliver...
what is perhaps the most important
decision of their lives.
People move to small towns to get away...
Hey, Luce.
Do you think Cassidy Miller
should be in prison?
Prison? No. She
deserves the chair!
You know what? I told you to
stop watching this trash.
It's all lies.
Come here.
Go get dressed. We have to
get down there, all right?
Come on.
Where are they, Greyson?
Relax. They'll be here.
So, what is it that they say? A quick
deliberation means guilty, right?
You really wanna know?
Okay, so when the guilty verdict comes,
I want reaction shots of the crowd.
- Okay. - Oh, and if there's
tears of joy, go tight.
Uh, and if it's "not guilty"?
Go set up the shot.
All right, all right.
All rise.
- Hey, you okay?
- Yeah.
Everyone have a seat, please.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
have you reached a verdict?
We have, Your Honor.
Will the defendant please rise?
Case 18527... State of California
versus Cassidy Miller...
As to the charge of murder
in the first degree,
we find the defendant
not guilty.
Order in the court.
Lucy.
Hey, baby.
My baby.
We just got word that
Cassidy Miller...
will be exiting the
courtroom momentarily.
Here she is now.
How does it feel to
get away with murder?
Miller is a killer!
Miller is a killer!
Miller is a killer!
Miller is a killer!
- Cassidy! Cassidy!
- Miller is a killer!
Miller is a killer! Commit
murder, go to jail!
Commit murder, go to jail!
Commit murder, go to jail!
Commit murder, go to jail!
Black widow, black heart!
Black widow, black heart!
Black widow, black heart!
You okay?
Because he was cheating on her!
That's not the only reason!
There's gotta be...
Just ignore them. These
people live for this stuff.
It's got nothin' to do with you.
I'll try not to
take it personally.
Black widow, black heart!
Black widow, black heart!
Black widow, black heart! Shoot!
Welcome home.
Everything should be
just how you left it.
We really haven't
been back here.
I've gotta go. My
shift starts soon.
- Your shift? - Oh, I didn't tell
you. Lucy got a part-time job...
down at the mall.
You couldn't have someone
cover for you tonight?
- Well, what time are you gonna be back?
- I'm staying at Uncle Scott's.
Yeah. All of her stuff is at my place, so
I'm just gonna move it back on the weekend.
- Are you sure? I'm home.
- I'm sure.
She just needs some time, Cass. She
hasn't been back here since...
Since Luke died. Yeah, right.
You know what? I'll have her come
over for dinner tomorrow night.
And then it'll just give you a
chance to kind of settle back in.
Okay. I guess you're right.
- So, how you feelin'?
- I'm okay.
I'm really sad, relieved mostly.
I'm just... I'm
happy to be home.
I missed you.
You know what I could go for?
A cup of tea.
Thank you for taking care
of her when I couldn't.
Of course.
I mean, Luke was
always there for me.
Helped me with school, he...
Got me my job with the city.
Our family sticks together.
Thanks.
- Maybe you should
stay at my place
tonight. - I'm fine. Really.
I don't even know if I'd be
able to stay here by myself.
It's way too many memories.
They're kind of all I have.
Tonight, black widow
Cassidy Miller, free.
According to one member
of the jury, the
prosecution didn't meet
its burden of proof.
How did they get it so wrong?
We're taking your phone calls.
Ellen, you're on the
air with Nora Grant.
What is your question? Hi, Nora.
I just have to say, I'm really
appalled by the verdict.
She got away with
murder, and we know it.
There is no justice tonight, Ellen.
Luke Miller, dead.
And where is Cassidy Miller?
Happy, healthy and out celebrating
her newfound freedom.
Well, if I see her out celebrating, I'm
gonna give her a piece of my mind.
Hello?
Hello.
One thing at a time.
Starting with breakfast.
Starting with groceries.
- Ms. Miller.
- What are you doing here, Greg?
I'm here to thank you.
What are you talking about?
You did what we all wanted to do.
And you got away with it.
I didn't do anything.
Seems like I've
heard that before.
Oh, yeah. From your husband.
You are trespassing.
Get off my property!
Must be nice to still have some.
Have a wonderful day.
You have got to be kidding me.
Wow. You're making friends
everywhere, aren't you?
What do you want, Nora? An
exclusive with the black widow.
Go to hell. Come on. Don't you want
your chance to tell your side?
You are not interested
in hearing my side.
You had your headline,
and you ran with it.
To be fair, "Woman Doesn't Kill Husband,
Town Unconcerned," not as catchy.
Yeah. That "not guilty" must have
been a real kick in the teeth, huh?
Oh, hardly. Cut the tape.
Take five, please. Okay.
See ya.
Aw, well, you know what? If you
had gotten a guilty verdict,
you would have just been another scorned
woman wrapped up in a tidy bow.
But now you're a loose end.
People don't like that.
They want answers.
So, they'll come to me.
And I have been stuck in this bottom-tier,
trailer-trash market for years.
This case? Embezzling
husband gets killed...
by his beautiful wife for
his life insurance money?
The suffering daughter... Don't
you dare bring Lucy into this.
Well, it's got legs to go national,
and I'm gonna take it all the way up.
But I was found innocent.
No, no, no, no. You
were found not guilty.
There's a big difference.
And this whole town knows it.
And I'm gonna make sure
they never forget.
Ms. Miller. Detective Bell.
Beautiful day to be alive.
I guess. Anything else?
Catch ya later, Cassidy.
- You've got to be kidding me.
- Cassidy.
Oh, is this your handiwork?
What?
No. I saw you inside. There's
something I need to tell you.
Jasmine, stay the hell away from me.
Cassidy, please.
I said stay away.
Hey! Ms. Miller!
Do you think this is a good idea?
What?
Out one day already
and causing trouble.
Did you see my tire?
I was just...
Yeah, disturbing the
peace and assault.
You've got to be kidding me.
Turn around.
Turn around. Ow!
I said turn around. You have
the right to remain silent.
Anything you say and do could be
used against you. I want my lawyer!
So she throws me in
a holding cell...
and then she makes a crack about
the town's recidivism rate.
It's harassment. Okay, well, her
department's case against you fell apart.
There is going to be bad blood.
You know, some cops, they have a
fragile ego. It's why they carry guns.
So, how is the life insurance
paperwork coming along?
It's, um, almost done.
Meaning you haven't started.
It's just... It's hard, you know.
It's like...
putting a period at the
end of Luke's life.
I don't know if I'm
ready for that.
But the sooner you get through all this,
the sooner you put it behind you.
Thanks for bailing
me out, Greyson.
Sure. But, if I have not
mentioned this before,
you may want to stay under
the radar for a while, okay?
You're free now. Let's
keep it that way.
Come on. Let's fix your tire.
Yeah.
How about the town
"welcome home" wagon?
I tell you what, if I ever
find out who did it...
All right. Relax.
Oh, what's this?
You know damn well what that is.
It's Luke's life
insurance papers.
Using invisible ink?
Don't you start with me too.
Do you want some help? No,
I don't want some help.
I told you you're not alone in this.
Yeah.
And I hope you don't mind, but
I have taken the liberty...
of looking at some out-of-state
real estate property for you.
Out-of-state.
Minneapolis? It's freezing there.
I'm a California girl.
I'd rather go back to prison.
I understand that it's
not easy to start over.
No, you don't understand. I'm not leaving.
Not now. Why not?
Because my husband was murdered.
What are you talking about?
Luke took his own life.
But what if he didn't?
Cassidy, your entire defense
was built around it.
Luke would never have
taken his own life.
And as the trial went on, I was
convinced more and more of that.
You've just been to hell and back.
You're finally home.
This is not the time to go
chasing a one-armed man.
Really? Yeah.
Take a look at this.
Come on.
Okay. Come here.
What's all this? This is testimony,
evidence, pleadings, appeals,
basically the misery
of the past two years.
Suicide doesn't add up.
Cassidy...
Let me just tell you why, okay?
First of all, the phone.
It disappeared the night that Luke died.
Why didn't anybody ever find it?
And why would he put in a ten-hour
workday and then take all those pills?
Then there's the
typed suicide note.
Luke couldn't ever get
our printer to work.
He always had to have Lucy walk
him through it every time.
And then... there were these.
Threatening letters.
He received them all
throughout the trial.
"Justice is coming."
Mm-hmm. And Karma's a bitch...
The kind of literary masterpieces you
would expect from anonymous threats.
He didn't know who sent them, and the
police never bothered to look into them,
because they said that fake threats were
something to expect during a trial.
I can't leave town.
Are you gonna get that? No,
I am not gonna get it.
It's been ringing all morning.
Someone leaked my
information online.
People are angry
out there, Cass.
Because of the stupid tabloid press,
and you can't live like this.
Well, I can't live with myself if I don't
find out exactly what happened to Luke.
Then you go stay at my place. Hide
out from Nora Grant. I'll stay here.
To hell with Nora Grant.
I'm not leaving my house.
"A triangle's longest
side is 10 inches.
The other two sides are six
inches and eight inches.
By using the
Pythagorean theorem,
determine whether the triangle
is a right triangle."
How do I do that?
Why don't you try
asking me in English?
You're an accountant. Aren't you
supposed to be good with numbers?
I only have to deal with the numbers
with the dollar signs in front.
That doesn't help me.
Sorry.
Do you miss talking to Dad?
I miss...
everything about your father.
Do you think he...
did anything bad?
No way. Your father could
never do anything bad.
He was the greatest man
I've ever met in my life.
He loved you so intensely.
Speaking of which...
if you're gonna make it to your mom's for
dinner, you should probably get a move on.
Right. Good call.
Want me to give you a ride?
No, thanks.
Hey, Luce...
Try and have a good time, okay?
911, what is your emergency?
There's somebody in my house.
535 Chestnut Street.
We have the police on the way.
Can you get to a safe place?
I... I think... I think
he might have just left.
Did you actually see
the intruder leave?
Ma'am? Ma'am, can you hear me?
No!
Are you all right in here?
Take a deep breath.
Don't forget the front office.
So, what happened when you came downstairs?
I just told you.
There was a man inside my house.
He was all in black. He had a ski mask on.
He was in my office, behind my door.
He chased me up. He was right
outside my bedroom door.
Well, I didn't see
or hear anyone.
You think I'm making this up?
Quite frankly, I think that you've
gotten used to the attention.
Maybe you just don't
want it to end.
You think I did this?
You think this is fun for me?
Where do you get off?
You know all about getting off, Ms.
Miller, don't you?
We'll call you if
we find anything.
Hey, Luce.
Wow. Really inconspicuous.
That's your idea of a disguise?
Missed you at dinner last night.
Something came up. How'd
you know I was here?
Oh. Dad.
He installed Phonefinder
in all of our cells...
when we started receiving
those threats, remember?
He wanted us to be able to keep
track of each other no matter what.
Awesome. So now you
can spy on me.
Have you eaten? I could
get you something.
I remember you wanted to try
that new sushi bar. I tried it.
It's not so new anymore.
Right. I guess not.
My lunch break's almost over.
I have to be getting back.
Okay.
Sure.
Hey.
I guess you got
rid of the press.
Well, I gave her a hot tip.
You were holed up at the
Day's Inn, aren't you?
Yes, I got a very good rate.
Uh-huh.
So where'd you go? I actually
went to talk to Lucy.
Oh. And?
She wasn't really
into talking back.
Well, what happened
last night at dinner?
Well, she wasn't really into that either.
She didn't show up.
I guess we just need
a little more time.
Oh, wait till you see this.
What's this?
It happened last night.
Okay. That's it. You are out of this house.
Do you understand me?
It's not safe! I
will think about it.
Dr. Freeburn, many
have talked about...
Cassidy changing her physical
appearance to survive.
How radical can she go?
Well, Nora, unless
she stays in hiding,
she's going to have
to do something. Mmm.
I would recommend a complete
reconstruction of the nose, cheekbones...
You're watching this crap again?
And certainly her hair color.
Definitely her hair color.
I agree.
And...
I heard that you missed dinner.
I wasn't hungry.
Lucy, do you know how much
your mother misses you?
I think she did it.
I think she killed him.
Really. Wanna know what I think?
I think that you've been watching
too much of this tabloid trash.
That's what I think. You're
gettin' brainwashed.
After Dad got back, they
fought all the time.
We were broke, and
she blamed him.
You sat through the
same trial that I did.
Don't tell me it never
crossed your mind.
You wanna know what
crossed my mind?
What crossed my mind is how much
your mother loved your father.
That's what crossed my mind!
So did I.
And now he's gone.
Joining us in the second
hour of our program...
is someone very familiar with the
dark side of the Miller family.
Greg Knowles. Greg, thanks for joining us.
Thanks for having me, Nora.
And if you're one of
our loyal viewers,
you'll remember Greg
from his testimony...
in the embezzlement case
against Luke Miller last year.
How much money did you invest
with Luke Miller's firm?
All told, um, over $500,000.
And as of today, how much money
are those investments worth?
Around 4,000.
Half a million dollars, gone.
Stolen.
It wasn't just my 500k.
Luke ripped off other investors.
Millions of dollars total.
Well, Luke's conviction was
overturned on appeal. Ha.
A jury agreed he just made
some bad investments.
The Miller family sure has some
luck with juries, don't they?
I mean, do you believe
Cassidy is guilty?
I believe anyone who was conscious
during that trial knows she's guilty.
Let's take some calls.
Julie, you're on the
air with Nora Grant.
I would like to know...
what makes Mr. Knowles think
that he knows more...
than those juries that
were in that courtroom
and heard the evidence
at those trials.
How about it, Greg? I don't
know if she missed the part...
where I was in one
of those courtrooms.
As a victim, I was
afforded that privilege.
But the investigators
never found any...
out-of-the-ordinary spending.
So if he had your $500,000,
well, where the heck is it?
Offshore is my guess. His
wife did the world a favor...
and took him out before he
had a chance to spend it.
There was no evidence.
There was plenty of evidence. There were
all kinds of irregularities at that firm.
I'd call and talk to employees
on the phone one day...
and the next day be told
they never existed.
The whole thing was a scam.
He never invested my money.
He stole it, and he
got away with it.
Well, for a while.
Karma's a bitch.
Yeah, well, Karma's not the
only bitch, Ms. Grant.
Well, I will take that as a compliment.
Thank you.
Now, Greg...
Hey, you've reached Lucy Miller.
Congratulations.
Leave a message at the beep.
Congratulations.
Luce?
Deleting files? No! Wait! Stop!
Stop.
E-mails.
"This is over now. You're cut off.
Signed...
Luke Miller."
"You don't know who
you're messing with.
Are you trying to get yourself killed?
Signed, Jasmine."
July 24.
That's the day Luke died.
My question is, who would have
remote access to Luke's computer?
How do you know it wasn't a glitch?
Maybe you pressed a wrong button.
I know what I saw, Scott. Someone was
on Luke's computer deleting files.
If they had access to his phone, to his
e-mail accounts, they could easily have...
Cass, the phone is gone.
I know you keep payin' the bill.
You think that's it's gonna turn up
someplace. But it's been months.
And there's something else.
What?
It's Lucy.
She's been having some, uh,
doubts about Luke's death.
Doubts? What are
you talking about?
She thinks you were involved.
What?
You told her?
- Lucy...
- Lucy!
Is this true?
I'm sorry.
Lucy! Lucy!
Get back in here!
Lucy, we need to talk.
We really don't. Yes.
Yes, we do.
Fine! We'll talk!
You may have convinced 12 strangers
that Dad was unhinged or something,
but I know better.
He would never kill himself.
But I would kill him?
What am I supposed to think?
You could ask me! Did you do it?
No. I don't believe you.
Lucy, I loved your father.
You're my daughter!
I love you with
everything that I am.
I would never do anything to hurt you.
Can you at least believe that?
I don't know.
Will you look at that?
As good as new.
I wish erasing the past
was as easy as that.
Lucy's gonna come around, Cass.
She thinks I'm a killer.
She thinks I killed her father.
I still can't believe it. Only
because she's been through so much.
I mean, she's just a teenager.
She doesn't know which way's up.
Thought about what
we talked about?
Moving? I have.
And?
I can't. I can't right now.
I have to find out
exactly what happened.
You don't think that
you've lost enough time?
I wouldn't be able to live with
myself if I left right now.
I owe that to Luke.
I owe it to Lucy.
Hello? Jasmine,
it's Cassidy Miller.
Hello? I-I can't talk right now.
No. Wait.
You've reached Jasmine.
If you're looking for companionship, leave
a message, and I'll get right back to you.
There you are.
Okay.
Looking for... some
company tonight.
Well, that was fast.
"You've come to the right
place." Smiley face.
Charming.
Where... can we... meet?
Looking for someone to talk to?
- As a matter of fact...
- Cassidy, what are you doing here?
Oh, I think you know what
I'm doing here, Jasmine.
Cassidy, please. Please?
Is that what Luke said to you?
Was he begging for his
life when you killed him?
You think I killed Luke?
Oh, cut the act, Jasmine. I read
the e-mails that he sent you...
telling you that it was over.
Two hours later, my
husband was dead.
You know what I think happened?
You thought that he would choose you,
and when he didn't, you killed him.
It wasn't like that at all.
Really? What was it like?
I never met Luke.
What are you talking about?
You testified under oath that you were
having an affair with my husband.
I know what I said.
Okay, wait.
In the parking lot at the grocery store,
you were trying to tell me something.
What were you trying to tell me?
Cassidy, you're...
I can't stay here. I have to go.
You have to go with me to the police
and tell them what you just told me.
I say anything, I'm
as good as dead.
Lucy?
What is wrong with you? What?
"I'll see you soon, sexy?"
Um... Why are you
e-mailing Jasmine?
It's complicated.
It's complicated. Right.
You have all these secrets, Mom.
How am I supposed to trust you
when you obviously don't trust me?
Lucy, wait a second.
Lucy!
Lucy!
Hi, Lucy. What are you doing out
here in the middle of the night?
Oh, shooting background
for tomorrow's show.
I thought your mom
might be here.
You wanna talk about it?
Come on.
Get lost.
Do you know what it's like...
being in the same room with the
woman who killed your father?
To see her every day and to
know she got away with it?
Honey, do you want a cigarette?
I'm 16.
Sorry. Just thought I'd offer.
My dad said if he ever
caught me smoking,
he'd send me to a boarding
school in North Dakota.
It's just so hard
that he's gone.
And that your mother's the one
that took him away from you?
I hate her.
I hate her for what she did. You think
you can trust somebody, and then...
Heartbreaking. This girl has known
more pain and betrayal at 16...
than you and I will know
in our entire lives.
We'll have more of my interview
with Lucy Miller when we return.
What the hell were you thinking?
I didn't know she
was recording me.
She just said I could talk to her.
And I don't know.
You don't know? What if
your mother sees this?
Why should I care?
Because she's your mother,
and she loves you.
You wanna know why
I talked to Nora?
Because of Mom. Because I went to
see her, and she wasn't there.
She was with Jasmine Holt. Why
was she with Jasmine Holt?
Maybe she wanted
to kill her too.
I'm just so tired
of all these lies.
I don't know what's
real anymore.
It's not like Mom watches
this show anyway.
Well, I hope for your mother's
sake that she doesn't.
But you know the most gut-wrenching
part of my interview...
came at the very end.
What do you want to
say to your mom?
I wish it hadn't been Dad.
I wish it had been you.
Come on, where are you?
Hello, Jasmine.
Where are you off to?
Outta my way? Really.
I want you to see if you can recover any
of the deleted files from Luke's computer.
Come on. Put that computer
degree to good use.
It wasn't a degree, it was a class.
It was a computer class.
I'm an accountant, remember?
Yeah.
Yeah. Well, you're
the best I've got.
Most of the town is shunning me,
and apparently my daughter
wishes I was dead.
You saw the show?
I saw it.
Cass, you know she didn't
mean a word of that.
You know what? She's not wrong.
When Luke died,
I kind of wish it
had been me too.
And Lucy knows that her father would
never have taken his own life.
So in order to repair our relationship,
I've got to find answers to her question.
Do you think those answers are somewhere
on this hard drive? They might be.
I know Jasmine Holt knows
more than she's telling.
And I know that you've been talking
to Jasmine Holt because Lucy told me,
and that is dangerous.
I have to find some evidence.
I need some leverage
to make her talk.
I won't know what happened to
Luke until I break Jasmine Holt.
Who's that? I don't know.
Detective Bell.
Ms. Miller.
Did you speak with
Jasmine Holt yesterday?
What, she report me for
trying to get ahold of her?
No, she's dead.
What?
I understand you spoke with Jasmine
Holt a couple of days ago?
Wait a minute. Are you saying
that Cassidy's a suspect?
I can't even believe you cops.
Haven't you traumatized
this family enough?
You know what? I would have thought
so, but people keep turning up dead.
Why do you think that is, Ms.
Miller?
Obviously, someone is warning
me or framing me or maybe both.
Cassidy had nothing
to do with this.
Jasmine Holt was a call girl.
Who knows who wanted her dead?
I know.
When I met with her,
she was terrified...
that someone was gonna know
that she was talking to me.
Someone like who?
Someone who may very well be
sending these text messages.
These are from a blocked number.
You can find out
who it is, right?
I have a murder on my hands.
I don't have
time to be chasing after
juvenile pranksters.
- So what if there's a connection?
- There very well may be.
In fact, I wouldn't be surprised the
person who killed Jasmine Holt...
isn't the same person who's been sending
herself threatening text messages.
What? That's a hell of an
accusation, Detective.
I would watch it.
Don't leave town, Ms. Miller.
You didn't tell me about
the text messages.
I knew you'd overreact.
A woman was killed last night.
This is not a game, Cass.
Well, there's more.
I followed Jasmine yesterday.
Are you out of your mind? Do you
have any idea what that looks like?
Yeah, I do.
Okay, you followed her. And?
And I think I might have a lead, but
obviously I can't tell the police.
They're already trying
to pin this on me.
Well, tell me everything.
Okay, I followed Jasmine
to the grocery store...
and I saw her get into a
sports car with someone.
Who?
I don't know. I couldn't see.
You didn't even get a glimpse?
I need you to lay low.
Just... Please just let this blow over.
Can you promise me that?
Jasmine.
Jasmine.
Justice is coming.
- Justice is coming.
- Justice is coming.
- Justice is coming.
- Justice is now.
Lucy.
What are you doing with these?
Uh...
I haven't been sleeping.
You wouldn't wake up, and then I
saw them on the floor next to you.
What am I supposed to think?
Oh, baby. I'm sorry
if I scared you.
Whatever. I don't care.
Do what you want.
Lucy, wait. Please don't go.
Okay?
Please don't go. Just... Just stay with
me for a minute. I've missed you so much.
I just needed a book for school.
I know, but you... you have a
little bit of time before school.
And, um, I bet you
haven't eaten, right?
Let me make you
something to eat.
I know. I'm gonna make
you mac and cheese.
Remember that Daddy used to
sneak you mac and cheese...
when you wouldn't eat the
dinner that I had already made.
I used to yell from upstairs,
"Luke, you're not
cooking, are you?"
And he would say, "No, of course I'm
not cooking. Where's the colander?"
Mom!
Lucy, things are gonna get better.
I promise.
Let me know when that happens.
Lucy.
Wait.
Excuse me. Uh, I'm sorry.
Who are you?
Locksmith. Locksmith.
Really? Hmm.
And who told... Sorry. I got stuck
down at the hardware store.
Uh, what is all this?
This is your security upgrade.
We have reinforced doors,
reinforced windows,
all new locks all
around the house.
And here is an extra
set of keys for Lucy.
Now...
let me show you
my favorite part.
Okay. We're gonna mount
these all around the house.
Motion-activated with a
70-foot detection range.
Ready? Dig this.
- What do you think?
Ooh, they're bright.
That's kind of the idea.
Hey, Mr. Miller, uh, where do
you want that second dead bolt?
Uh, side door just around the
corner right back there.
Scott,
you didn't have to
do all of this.
Of course I did.
There is nothing more important
to me than your safety...
and Lucy's safety.
Yeah, but, I mean, all this. This
must have cost you a fortune.
All right, thank you.
I am happy to know
you're on my team.
- You really want to thank me?
- I know. Move to Minneapolis.
Or Indianapolis. Or any
of the "apolises."
I just want you to be safe.
Please, think about it?
I guess I shouldn't be
surprised you'd be shameless
enough to be enjoying
yourself out in public.
Well, why should I lock myself
away just because you couldn't?
So what can I do for you, Ms.
Miller?
I know who killed Jasmine Holt.
Is this a confession?
No. It's not.
Okay, I'll bite.
Greg Knowles. Greg Knowles.
And you know this how?
I saw them together... Greg and Jasmine...
the day that she died.
And you neglected to
tell me this because?
Because I wasn't sure. I
saw her get into this car,
and I didn't realize that it was
his until I checked the plates.
Checked the... Who do you
think you are, Nancy Drew?
Did you see Greg
Knowles with Jasmine?
No. But he had clear motive.
Greg hated Luke. He
hated my entire family.
He was bent on destroying us.
He said so in court.
So what? He hated your husband
and your whole family.
What has that got to
do with Jasmine Holt?
I met with her at
the Marshfield Inn,
and she told me she'd
never even met Luke.
Uh-huh.
And why did she lie
on the witness stand?
I think that Greg got her to
lie for him on the stand.
She wanted to tell me, but
she was terrified of him.
She was scared of what he
might do, what he did.
Okay. Jasmine tried... Wait.
I'm... I'm not finished.
I am.
You better stop
trying to do my job.
Detective Bell, please.
Just check the security cameras
at Gepetta's Gourmet Grocery.
You will see.
Check the cameras.
Renee, I said no interruptions.
Ms. Miller.
Oh, Cassidy, please.
I mean, I think after you've accused
someone on public television of murder,
you should be on a
first-name basis,
don't you think so, Greg?
Cassidy, now is not a good time.
Actually, "a good time" is what I was
coming to talk to you about, Greg.
I understand you
know Jasmine Holt.
She sent you here?
You know damn well that she didn't.
Don't play dumb with me, Greg.
I don't have to play dumb or
whatever game this is, Cassidy.
Now if you'll show yourself out.
Jasmine Holt is dead.
Dead?
How? When?
Last night.
Oddly enough, not long after she
was seen getting into your car.
Are you suggesting
I was involved?
Jasmine was scared of someone,
and I'm kind of thinking
that someone was you.
Well, you're right about the first part.
Jasmine was scared.
She called me and said she had some
information about your husband's case.
She said he'd been set up, but
wouldn't say any more over the phone.
She said she wanted to meet.
And?
And we met.
She asked me for money...
and I told her to go to hell.
And...
now she has.
Like everyone who's been involved
with your family the past few years.
See, that's just the thing. Jasmine
didn't have any contact with Luke.
Before she died, she told me
the truth about everything.
She never even met my husband.
The prosecution's entire case revolved
around your finding out about their affair.
I found out about their
affair after Luke's death.
Everybody wanted to believe the worst
about my family. And then I thought...
who actually said, in open court,
that they wanted Luke Miller dead?
Was it me?
Look,
I'll have no problem finding a witness
to say they were with me last night.
I did not hire Jasmine.
I did not kill her.
So why don't you get
out of my office?
Thank you, Marshfield's Women's
Correctional Facility.
Okay, let's see.
Oh, look at that, Greg.
You have a message.
Greg, it's Jasmine.
Don't forget to bring the
money when you come today.
I don't want to have
to do anything stupid.
Oh, really?
Thank you.
Okay. Where was I?
What's this?
Where did I put that?
Yeah?
I'm on my way as soon as I figure
out where I put my tablet.
Okay.
Okay, I'll see you soon.
Yeah.
Okay. I'll be there soon.
There you are.
There you are.
Come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on.
You got it.
You know, sometime in the
very near future, Ms. Miller,
we're gonna have to have a discussion
about how you obtained that voice mail.
So you did hear it?
Jasmine was squeezing Greg
for money to keep quiet.
I checked the security camera
at Gepetta's Gourmet Grocery.
And?
And Jasmine did get into
Greg Knowles's car.
- So go get him.
- Slow your roll, Ms. Miller.
We are gonna pick him
up for questioning.
It's about time.
Would you please
just relax, okay?
Hey, guys.
Welcome to Pendleton.
I'm sure you'll
feel right at home.
You know what, Lucy? You shouldn't
talk to your mom that way.
Whatever you say, warden.
Thought at least she liked you. Yeah.
Hate to drop her off like this.
Good luck. She's not gonna
make it easy on you.
Yeah, I'm sure she's not.
I don't want her out
there alone until they
find Greg Knowles.
Yeah. Two, three hours tops. It's
just a business meeting, all right?
Stay safe. You too.
Okay.
Hey! Where do you think
you're going, young lady?
I'm not going to sit in
this house with you.
I'm sorry. You're not
leaving this house.
I'll be on the front step, okay?
What can happen?
I don't want to talk to you.
You should really tell someone
when you're recording them.
Okay, I'm recording you.
No! Lucy, get in the
house right now!
You have a lot of nerve coming here
after the stunt that you pulled.
That is a teenage girl in there!
Oh, please. She knows
I'm a journalist.
Besides, she's tougher
than she looks.
Don't you tell me
about my own child!
You want tough? You're
about this close, lady!
Ooh. Now there's a headline.
"Local Reporter Assaulted
By Known Murderer."
And you would do it too, wouldn't
you, just to get the story,
even though there isn't one.
Well, anything's a story.
Depends on who's telling it.
I am not your meal ticket, lady!
I am the widow of a good man...
and the mother of
a grieving girl.
I will rip your bleached hair right
out of your graying roots...
if you ever come near
my family again!
Now get the hell
off my property!
I don't have gray roots.
Hey.
Whoa!
What happened to you? It's nothing.
I'm just a klutz.
That is not nothing.
I'll get some ice. Yeah.
Come here.
Sit. Sit, sit, sit. What?
I didn't want to upset her.
What? What happened?
I'm walking out to my car, someone comes
speeding through the parking lot...
aiming right for
me, and I jumped.
I mean, last second. Hit
my face on the concrete.
Well, did you call the police?
Oh, yeah.
'Cause the cops have
been so helpful lately.
Right.
Scott, what kind of car was it?
I don't know. I know it was a sports car.
I know it was red.
- Out of ice.
- That's okay.
This is better because it'll thaw out on
the way home and then we can eat it...
because I know how much you
love frozen... asparagus.
Let's go, Luce. Okay.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Bye, babe.
It's just me.
I need to talk to you.
So you're telling me he
was on his way here?
That's what he said.
I can't believe it. I mean, first
he tries to run Scott down,
and then he's gonna come to my home?
Ah...
It's okay. We have
him in custody.
I tried calling you but
your phone was off.
Yeah. I turn it off at night.
The texts and... Trust me.
Greg Knowles won't have
a phone for a while.
But if you do get
any more texts,
listen, I want you to call
me and let me know...
and I'll look into
it right away.
And... if there's
anything else...
And Greg's been in jail
for the past week.
So they're sure it was Greg?
There's no other suspects?
Yeah. His alibi backed out when, uh,
they realized it was a homicide case.
But they have video. They
have all the voice mails.
They even have a little of his D.N.A.
at the scene. Ooh.
Pretty open-and-shut case.
Yeah. With a major
assist from you.
Mmm. Why, thank you, sir.
Cheers, madam.
Wait a minute.
Are they gonna
reopen Luke's case?
Looks like it.
Greg Knowles admitted to sending all those
threatening letters during the trial.
Nora Grant must be chewing
her arm off right now.
Right? Yeah.
On leave. Why can't
they just say...
"fired for engaging in a
journalistic witch hunt"?
It's just the station
trying to save face.
Let 'em.
I mean, somebody's reputation should
be unsullied by all this madness.
How did you know?
How did you know it wasn't me?
I mean, all along you
have believed in me.
Because I know you.
And more importantly...
My brother knew you.
You know what I think?
I think, after the
insurance money comes in,
you, me and Lucy need
to get out of Dodge.
For just a few days.
Go have some fun.
I'd like that.
And I put the insurance
papers in the mail today.
That's good.
Yeah.
You wait here.
Punk kids. Scott.
What?
Oh, sorry.
This is the fourth time your
floodlights have gone off...
in the last two days.
Do you hear what I'm saying?
They shine right into my house.
- I am really sorry, Tony.
- Whoa.
What are you... What are
you doing with that?
Oh, God.
Um, the motion sensors
keep going off,
and if you just wait a
few minutes, it'll re...
If they go off again,
I'm calling the cops.
A lot of good that'll do.
Cass, something you should see.
What? Come. Come.
Oh, come on.
I thought this was over.
I mean, it just keeps coming.
When is it gonna stop?
It's not gonna stop.
I'm sorry, Cassidy.
I know you want to move on, but
this town, it's not gonna let you.
Not as long as you stay here.
Okay. I'll call the real
estate agent in the morning.
Come here.
It's the right thing to
do for you and for Lucy.
I just don't understand
how it got this bad.
Well, it's about to get
a whole lot better.
I promise you that.
This is where things
start turning around.
I hope so.
It will.
You know what? Hmm?
I think that I am
going to call Lucy...
and go ahead and break
the news about the move.
Okay. I'll give
you some privacy.
Thanks.
Hey, you've reached Lucy Miller.
Congratulations. Leave a message at the beep.
Hey, Luce, it's mom.
Listen, um, can
you call me back?
I would like to talk to
you about something.
All right, bye.
Where are you, baby girl?
Luke.
I just got to get her out of town,
and then I can get you the money.
Soon. I've got
everything in place.
I've got the paperwork. I've got...
I've got his phone.
I've got access to the accounts.
I just need a little more time.
That's it.
I'm gonna have to call you back.
You went into my jacket.
It's Luke's phone.
I found it, and I was gonna
surprise you with it tonight.
I know, Scott.
You know what?
Everything.
You're not making any sense.
I read them.
I read all those texts
from that night.
You stole from his clients.
You stole from us.
And then you let your brother
go to prison for it.
Cassidy, I can explain.
No. He found out,
and he gave you a chance
to come clean, didn't he?
But no.
You drugged him.
You stuck him in our bed,
typed up a suicide note.
When the police started investigating
me, you helped it along.
Found some floozy who
would lie for you.
And when her conscience started
getting the better of her,
you got rid of Jasmine Holt
just like you got rid of Luke!
That is not true.
I got a little bit too close to the truth,
didn't I? And you tried to scare me away.
You sent those texts.
You slashed my tire.
You tagged my living room.
You're the one who
did all of this!
You poor thing.
You've been looking for a
villain that does not exist.
And you've been looking for
it ever since you got back.
All this time, I thought that this
whole family-sticks-together...
was about protecting me,
protecting Lucy, our safety.
But no. All this time it
was about protecting you!
I would never do anything
to hurt you or Lucy.
You tried to take Luke's
life insurance money.
Amended policy. Beneficiary...
Scott Miller.
Signed by Cassidy Miller.
Where would that have left me?
Say something!
I don't have anything
to say to you.
What are you gonna do?
I'm taking this to the police.
No.
No, Cassidy. Talk to me.
Just listen to me, please. Talk about
the fact that you killed my husband?
We work this out if you
just listen to me.
I am done listening to you.
Ow. Ow!
This is not gonna
bring him back.
No, maybe it won't. But this
town is so bent on justice,
maybe now we're gonna get some.
You're gonna listen to me.
I didn't have a choice, Cassidy.
I have debts.
Debts to people that you
don't want to have debts to.
How do you think
that I got this?
You told me you got
it in a parking lot.
I just... I just
needed money, Cassidy.
I asked Luke for it.
He wouldn't help me.
You know what he told me? He
told me that I was on my own.
All those midnight A.T.M. withdrawals out
of our bank accounts all those years,
that was Luke bailing you out.
Well, he didn't bail me out this time.
So, yeah, I took money.
I took money from people
who had too much of it.
And I was even going
to put it back.
But they found out about it.
Luke went to prison, Luke
got released from prison...
and I thought he would drop it.
But... no.
No. He just kept digging...
and digging and whining and
digging until he found out.
Then you know what he found out?
Hmm?
He found out what happens to
people when they mess with me.
Don't make me do it again.
Get upstairs.
No.
I think I just told
you to get upstairs.
Get... Get off of me!
Put that down! Let go of me!
Get up there! No! No!
You stay.
- Take 'em.
- No.
- I just said take 'em.
- Go to hell!
You stay down. What's
your plan now, Scott?
I don't have a plan. I thought
you had all the answers.
Do you think that I wanted
to hurt anyone? Do you?
I begged him to listen to reason, and
he wouldn't. He was your brother!
That's right. He was my brother. But
he wasn't a very good one, was he?
Do you know what the prison
sentence is for embezzlement?
Thirty years.
Thirty years. That's
my whole life.
You don't come back from that.
You can't come back from that.
I have news for you. You
don't come back from this!
He didn't give me a choice.
I bet he did. No.
You just didn't like the one that he gave
you. No. He didn't give me a choice,
and I gave him plenty of ways
out, and he refused them all.
Is that what you're doing now,
trying to give me a way out?
You gonna type up
my suicide note?
You know what? Hmm?
I could kill you.
Everyone thinks you're a
cold-blooded murderer anyway.
I could claim self-defense, and
no one would even bat an eye.
Scott, please. Scott,
we can make this right.
We can go to the
police together.
I'm not going to prison.
Not for you or anyone else.
Mom?
No. Please... You stay.
Promise me you won't hurt her.
I won't hurt her as long as
you keep your mouth shut.
Mom?
No. No.
Mom?
Did you see the side of the house?
Come with me.
Someone spray painted "murderer"
on the side of the house.
What's going on? Mom called. She
said she needed to talk to me.
I-I just need you to go.
Why? What aren't you telling me?
I'm gonna explain later. I just need...
You'll explain now!
I caught your mother spray painting
threats on the side of the house.
What? Yes!
Now she locked herself
in a room upstairs.
Why would she do that?
She told me that she was trying to
divert attention from herself, Lucy.
You were right all along.
She did it.
She killed your father.
She confessed?
She said she couldn't deal
with the guilt anymore.
Look.
Go. Okay?
Take my car, go to my house.
Go to my house. Just wait for me there.
I'm gonna deal with this.
It's gonna be okay, Lucy.
Just go.
Lucy, don't stand there
looking at me. Go!
Damn it to hell!
That's it! I'm calling the cops!
Okay.
Aah! No! No! No!
No!
Yeah?
What are you gonna do? Huh?
Huh? What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do, huh?
Oh, yeah?
You gonna cut me with that?
Is that what you were gonna do?
You like that?
Come on. No.
You like this? Huh?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry about that, Cassidy.
I didn't mean it.
I didn't mean it.
Ohh! Ohh.
Lucy.
Were you just going to take
another person from me?
Spin another lie?
I can't believe any piece
of me ever loved you.
Lucy, look at me.
I am not a killer.
Oh, would you shut up?
Lucy and I are sick of your lies.
What?
Sick of 'em, aren't we, Lucy?
Listen to me.
I've got this.
So just go home and wait for me.
Okay?
Aah!
I found the spray paint can in
your car, you son of a bitch!
Ow. S-Sorry.
Get him out of here!
Well, it seems like he wanted you both out
of the picture for the insurance money.
Oh.
What about Jasmine Holt?
Since she was talking to you,
I'm sure that her conscience
got the better of her.
So, unfortunately, he had
to get her out of the way.
That poor girl.
But she was with
Greg Knowles, right?
Oh, yeah. And according to Mr.
Knowles, uh,
she got into his car
for the exact same
reasons you would suspect
a girl like that...
would get into a car
with a guy like him.
One of my officers picked
up a kid tonight...
who confessed to throwing
eggs at your house.
Says he was paid 20
bucks by some guy.
Listen, I need you to come down to the
station so I can take a statement.
Okay. It'll hold.
It'll hold.
Why don't you come down tomorrow
when you're... up to it.
I still don't like her.
Me neither.
You're all set.
That I am.
I love you.
All right, movie starts in 30.
Here is what I'm thinking.
Jumbo tub of popcorn.
Extra butter. You know that's not
even, like, real food, right?
They make it in some lab.
I know, but it's been so long. Please
let me have my Franken-butter.
Oh, no.
Cassidy.
Nora.
I know this might
be hard to believe,
but I'm really glad you
got your name cleared.
How's it feel?
What about you, Lucy?
Do you want to say
something about your mom?
No comment.
Let's go.
Mom. What?
Screw 'em. Yes.
Mmm. Love you.
exactly what I need.
Long day? Mm-hmm.
I thought it would never end.
More lawyers?
More like...
sharks circling. Mmm.
Drink up. Mmm.
How's that feel?
That feels good.
It feels real good.
Mmm.
Luke?
Luke, honey, what's wrong?
Don't worry. It'll be over soon.
I'm so sorry it had
to come to this.
Good-bye, Luke.
The question is...
will the black widow get away with
murdering her husband, Luke Miller?
We are now moments away from a
verdict in the Cassidy Miller trial.
Miller is facing
life in prison...
if convicted of premeditated
murder in the first degree.
Luke was convicted
of embezzlement...
after the brokerage firm he founded
lost millions of investor dollars.
Luke spent six months in a federal
penitentiary last year...
before he was
released on appeal.
Luke Miller leaves behind his
16-year-old daughter, Lucy,
who's currently in the care
of his brother, Scott.
The verdict comes just four days after
explosive testimony from Jasmine Holt,
Luke's alleged mistress, who claims
that Cassidy's murderous rampage...
resulted from the discovery of
the couple's torrid affair.
Luke said Cassidy would kill
him if she found out about us.
Of course, Cassidy
Miller denies it all.
I knew that Luke was having trouble
readjusting after getting out of prison.
But I didn't think he was
desperate enough to kill himself.
And were you aware of your husband's
affair with Jasmine Holt?
No.
I found out about it on the
news like everyone else.
And I still don't believe it.
And what about the
life insurance policy?
I loved Luke.
And there is no amount
of money in the world
that can make up for the
loss of your husband.
After only two hours
of deliberation,
the jury will return to the
courtroom to deliver...
what is perhaps the most important
decision of their lives.
People move to small towns to get away...
Hey, Luce.
Do you think Cassidy Miller
should be in prison?
Prison? No. She
deserves the chair!
You know what? I told you to
stop watching this trash.
It's all lies.
Come here.
Go get dressed. We have to
get down there, all right?
Come on.
Where are they, Greyson?
Relax. They'll be here.
So, what is it that they say? A quick
deliberation means guilty, right?
You really wanna know?
Okay, so when the guilty verdict comes,
I want reaction shots of the crowd.
- Okay. - Oh, and if there's
tears of joy, go tight.
Uh, and if it's "not guilty"?
Go set up the shot.
All right, all right.
All rise.
- Hey, you okay?
- Yeah.
Everyone have a seat, please.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
have you reached a verdict?
We have, Your Honor.
Will the defendant please rise?
Case 18527... State of California
versus Cassidy Miller...
As to the charge of murder
in the first degree,
we find the defendant
not guilty.
Order in the court.
Lucy.
Hey, baby.
My baby.
We just got word that
Cassidy Miller...
will be exiting the
courtroom momentarily.
Here she is now.
How does it feel to
get away with murder?
Miller is a killer!
Miller is a killer!
Miller is a killer!
Miller is a killer!
- Cassidy! Cassidy!
- Miller is a killer!
Miller is a killer! Commit
murder, go to jail!
Commit murder, go to jail!
Commit murder, go to jail!
Commit murder, go to jail!
Black widow, black heart!
Black widow, black heart!
Black widow, black heart!
You okay?
Because he was cheating on her!
That's not the only reason!
There's gotta be...
Just ignore them. These
people live for this stuff.
It's got nothin' to do with you.
I'll try not to
take it personally.
Black widow, black heart!
Black widow, black heart!
Black widow, black heart! Shoot!
Welcome home.
Everything should be
just how you left it.
We really haven't
been back here.
I've gotta go. My
shift starts soon.
- Your shift? - Oh, I didn't tell
you. Lucy got a part-time job...
down at the mall.
You couldn't have someone
cover for you tonight?
- Well, what time are you gonna be back?
- I'm staying at Uncle Scott's.
Yeah. All of her stuff is at my place, so
I'm just gonna move it back on the weekend.
- Are you sure? I'm home.
- I'm sure.
She just needs some time, Cass. She
hasn't been back here since...
Since Luke died. Yeah, right.
You know what? I'll have her come
over for dinner tomorrow night.
And then it'll just give you a
chance to kind of settle back in.
Okay. I guess you're right.
- So, how you feelin'?
- I'm okay.
I'm really sad, relieved mostly.
I'm just... I'm
happy to be home.
I missed you.
You know what I could go for?
A cup of tea.
Thank you for taking care
of her when I couldn't.
Of course.
I mean, Luke was
always there for me.
Helped me with school, he...
Got me my job with the city.
Our family sticks together.
Thanks.
- Maybe you should
stay at my place
tonight. - I'm fine. Really.
I don't even know if I'd be
able to stay here by myself.
It's way too many memories.
They're kind of all I have.
Tonight, black widow
Cassidy Miller, free.
According to one member
of the jury, the
prosecution didn't meet
its burden of proof.
How did they get it so wrong?
We're taking your phone calls.
Ellen, you're on the
air with Nora Grant.
What is your question? Hi, Nora.
I just have to say, I'm really
appalled by the verdict.
She got away with
murder, and we know it.
There is no justice tonight, Ellen.
Luke Miller, dead.
And where is Cassidy Miller?
Happy, healthy and out celebrating
her newfound freedom.
Well, if I see her out celebrating, I'm
gonna give her a piece of my mind.
Hello?
Hello.
One thing at a time.
Starting with breakfast.
Starting with groceries.
- Ms. Miller.
- What are you doing here, Greg?
I'm here to thank you.
What are you talking about?
You did what we all wanted to do.
And you got away with it.
I didn't do anything.
Seems like I've
heard that before.
Oh, yeah. From your husband.
You are trespassing.
Get off my property!
Must be nice to still have some.
Have a wonderful day.
You have got to be kidding me.
Wow. You're making friends
everywhere, aren't you?
What do you want, Nora? An
exclusive with the black widow.
Go to hell. Come on. Don't you want
your chance to tell your side?
You are not interested
in hearing my side.
You had your headline,
and you ran with it.
To be fair, "Woman Doesn't Kill Husband,
Town Unconcerned," not as catchy.
Yeah. That "not guilty" must have
been a real kick in the teeth, huh?
Oh, hardly. Cut the tape.
Take five, please. Okay.
See ya.
Aw, well, you know what? If you
had gotten a guilty verdict,
you would have just been another scorned
woman wrapped up in a tidy bow.
But now you're a loose end.
People don't like that.
They want answers.
So, they'll come to me.
And I have been stuck in this bottom-tier,
trailer-trash market for years.
This case? Embezzling
husband gets killed...
by his beautiful wife for
his life insurance money?
The suffering daughter... Don't
you dare bring Lucy into this.
Well, it's got legs to go national,
and I'm gonna take it all the way up.
But I was found innocent.
No, no, no, no. You
were found not guilty.
There's a big difference.
And this whole town knows it.
And I'm gonna make sure
they never forget.
Ms. Miller. Detective Bell.
Beautiful day to be alive.
I guess. Anything else?
Catch ya later, Cassidy.
- You've got to be kidding me.
- Cassidy.
Oh, is this your handiwork?
What?
No. I saw you inside. There's
something I need to tell you.
Jasmine, stay the hell away from me.
Cassidy, please.
I said stay away.
Hey! Ms. Miller!
Do you think this is a good idea?
What?
Out one day already
and causing trouble.
Did you see my tire?
I was just...
Yeah, disturbing the
peace and assault.
You've got to be kidding me.
Turn around.
Turn around. Ow!
I said turn around. You have
the right to remain silent.
Anything you say and do could be
used against you. I want my lawyer!
So she throws me in
a holding cell...
and then she makes a crack about
the town's recidivism rate.
It's harassment. Okay, well, her
department's case against you fell apart.
There is going to be bad blood.
You know, some cops, they have a
fragile ego. It's why they carry guns.
So, how is the life insurance
paperwork coming along?
It's, um, almost done.
Meaning you haven't started.
It's just... It's hard, you know.
It's like...
putting a period at the
end of Luke's life.
I don't know if I'm
ready for that.
But the sooner you get through all this,
the sooner you put it behind you.
Thanks for bailing
me out, Greyson.
Sure. But, if I have not
mentioned this before,
you may want to stay under
the radar for a while, okay?
You're free now. Let's
keep it that way.
Come on. Let's fix your tire.
Yeah.
How about the town
"welcome home" wagon?
I tell you what, if I ever
find out who did it...
All right. Relax.
Oh, what's this?
You know damn well what that is.
It's Luke's life
insurance papers.
Using invisible ink?
Don't you start with me too.
Do you want some help? No,
I don't want some help.
I told you you're not alone in this.
Yeah.
And I hope you don't mind, but
I have taken the liberty...
of looking at some out-of-state
real estate property for you.
Out-of-state.
Minneapolis? It's freezing there.
I'm a California girl.
I'd rather go back to prison.
I understand that it's
not easy to start over.
No, you don't understand. I'm not leaving.
Not now. Why not?
Because my husband was murdered.
What are you talking about?
Luke took his own life.
But what if he didn't?
Cassidy, your entire defense
was built around it.
Luke would never have
taken his own life.
And as the trial went on, I was
convinced more and more of that.
You've just been to hell and back.
You're finally home.
This is not the time to go
chasing a one-armed man.
Really? Yeah.
Take a look at this.
Come on.
Okay. Come here.
What's all this? This is testimony,
evidence, pleadings, appeals,
basically the misery
of the past two years.
Suicide doesn't add up.
Cassidy...
Let me just tell you why, okay?
First of all, the phone.
It disappeared the night that Luke died.
Why didn't anybody ever find it?
And why would he put in a ten-hour
workday and then take all those pills?
Then there's the
typed suicide note.
Luke couldn't ever get
our printer to work.
He always had to have Lucy walk
him through it every time.
And then... there were these.
Threatening letters.
He received them all
throughout the trial.
"Justice is coming."
Mm-hmm. And Karma's a bitch...
The kind of literary masterpieces you
would expect from anonymous threats.
He didn't know who sent them, and the
police never bothered to look into them,
because they said that fake threats were
something to expect during a trial.
I can't leave town.
Are you gonna get that? No,
I am not gonna get it.
It's been ringing all morning.
Someone leaked my
information online.
People are angry
out there, Cass.
Because of the stupid tabloid press,
and you can't live like this.
Well, I can't live with myself if I don't
find out exactly what happened to Luke.
Then you go stay at my place. Hide
out from Nora Grant. I'll stay here.
To hell with Nora Grant.
I'm not leaving my house.
"A triangle's longest
side is 10 inches.
The other two sides are six
inches and eight inches.
By using the
Pythagorean theorem,
determine whether the triangle
is a right triangle."
How do I do that?
Why don't you try
asking me in English?
You're an accountant. Aren't you
supposed to be good with numbers?
I only have to deal with the numbers
with the dollar signs in front.
That doesn't help me.
Sorry.
Do you miss talking to Dad?
I miss...
everything about your father.
Do you think he...
did anything bad?
No way. Your father could
never do anything bad.
He was the greatest man
I've ever met in my life.
He loved you so intensely.
Speaking of which...
if you're gonna make it to your mom's for
dinner, you should probably get a move on.
Right. Good call.
Want me to give you a ride?
No, thanks.
Hey, Luce...
Try and have a good time, okay?
911, what is your emergency?
There's somebody in my house.
535 Chestnut Street.
We have the police on the way.
Can you get to a safe place?
I... I think... I think
he might have just left.
Did you actually see
the intruder leave?
Ma'am? Ma'am, can you hear me?
No!
Are you all right in here?
Take a deep breath.
Don't forget the front office.
So, what happened when you came downstairs?
I just told you.
There was a man inside my house.
He was all in black. He had a ski mask on.
He was in my office, behind my door.
He chased me up. He was right
outside my bedroom door.
Well, I didn't see
or hear anyone.
You think I'm making this up?
Quite frankly, I think that you've
gotten used to the attention.
Maybe you just don't
want it to end.
You think I did this?
You think this is fun for me?
Where do you get off?
You know all about getting off, Ms.
Miller, don't you?
We'll call you if
we find anything.
Hey, Luce.
Wow. Really inconspicuous.
That's your idea of a disguise?
Missed you at dinner last night.
Something came up. How'd
you know I was here?
Oh. Dad.
He installed Phonefinder
in all of our cells...
when we started receiving
those threats, remember?
He wanted us to be able to keep
track of each other no matter what.
Awesome. So now you
can spy on me.
Have you eaten? I could
get you something.
I remember you wanted to try
that new sushi bar. I tried it.
It's not so new anymore.
Right. I guess not.
My lunch break's almost over.
I have to be getting back.
Okay.
Sure.
Hey.
I guess you got
rid of the press.
Well, I gave her a hot tip.
You were holed up at the
Day's Inn, aren't you?
Yes, I got a very good rate.
Uh-huh.
So where'd you go? I actually
went to talk to Lucy.
Oh. And?
She wasn't really
into talking back.
Well, what happened
last night at dinner?
Well, she wasn't really into that either.
She didn't show up.
I guess we just need
a little more time.
Oh, wait till you see this.
What's this?
It happened last night.
Okay. That's it. You are out of this house.
Do you understand me?
It's not safe! I
will think about it.
Dr. Freeburn, many
have talked about...
Cassidy changing her physical
appearance to survive.
How radical can she go?
Well, Nora, unless
she stays in hiding,
she's going to have
to do something. Mmm.
I would recommend a complete
reconstruction of the nose, cheekbones...
You're watching this crap again?
And certainly her hair color.
Definitely her hair color.
I agree.
And...
I heard that you missed dinner.
I wasn't hungry.
Lucy, do you know how much
your mother misses you?
I think she did it.
I think she killed him.
Really. Wanna know what I think?
I think that you've been watching
too much of this tabloid trash.
That's what I think. You're
gettin' brainwashed.
After Dad got back, they
fought all the time.
We were broke, and
she blamed him.
You sat through the
same trial that I did.
Don't tell me it never
crossed your mind.
You wanna know what
crossed my mind?
What crossed my mind is how much
your mother loved your father.
That's what crossed my mind!
So did I.
And now he's gone.
Joining us in the second
hour of our program...
is someone very familiar with the
dark side of the Miller family.
Greg Knowles. Greg, thanks for joining us.
Thanks for having me, Nora.
And if you're one of
our loyal viewers,
you'll remember Greg
from his testimony...
in the embezzlement case
against Luke Miller last year.
How much money did you invest
with Luke Miller's firm?
All told, um, over $500,000.
And as of today, how much money
are those investments worth?
Around 4,000.
Half a million dollars, gone.
Stolen.
It wasn't just my 500k.
Luke ripped off other investors.
Millions of dollars total.
Well, Luke's conviction was
overturned on appeal. Ha.
A jury agreed he just made
some bad investments.
The Miller family sure has some
luck with juries, don't they?
I mean, do you believe
Cassidy is guilty?
I believe anyone who was conscious
during that trial knows she's guilty.
Let's take some calls.
Julie, you're on the
air with Nora Grant.
I would like to know...
what makes Mr. Knowles think
that he knows more...
than those juries that
were in that courtroom
and heard the evidence
at those trials.
How about it, Greg? I don't
know if she missed the part...
where I was in one
of those courtrooms.
As a victim, I was
afforded that privilege.
But the investigators
never found any...
out-of-the-ordinary spending.
So if he had your $500,000,
well, where the heck is it?
Offshore is my guess. His
wife did the world a favor...
and took him out before he
had a chance to spend it.
There was no evidence.
There was plenty of evidence. There were
all kinds of irregularities at that firm.
I'd call and talk to employees
on the phone one day...
and the next day be told
they never existed.
The whole thing was a scam.
He never invested my money.
He stole it, and he
got away with it.
Well, for a while.
Karma's a bitch.
Yeah, well, Karma's not the
only bitch, Ms. Grant.
Well, I will take that as a compliment.
Thank you.
Now, Greg...
Hey, you've reached Lucy Miller.
Congratulations.
Leave a message at the beep.
Congratulations.
Luce?
Deleting files? No! Wait! Stop!
Stop.
E-mails.
"This is over now. You're cut off.
Signed...
Luke Miller."
"You don't know who
you're messing with.
Are you trying to get yourself killed?
Signed, Jasmine."
July 24.
That's the day Luke died.
My question is, who would have
remote access to Luke's computer?
How do you know it wasn't a glitch?
Maybe you pressed a wrong button.
I know what I saw, Scott. Someone was
on Luke's computer deleting files.
If they had access to his phone, to his
e-mail accounts, they could easily have...
Cass, the phone is gone.
I know you keep payin' the bill.
You think that's it's gonna turn up
someplace. But it's been months.
And there's something else.
What?
It's Lucy.
She's been having some, uh,
doubts about Luke's death.
Doubts? What are
you talking about?
She thinks you were involved.
What?
You told her?
- Lucy...
- Lucy!
Is this true?
I'm sorry.
Lucy! Lucy!
Get back in here!
Lucy, we need to talk.
We really don't. Yes.
Yes, we do.
Fine! We'll talk!
You may have convinced 12 strangers
that Dad was unhinged or something,
but I know better.
He would never kill himself.
But I would kill him?
What am I supposed to think?
You could ask me! Did you do it?
No. I don't believe you.
Lucy, I loved your father.
You're my daughter!
I love you with
everything that I am.
I would never do anything to hurt you.
Can you at least believe that?
I don't know.
Will you look at that?
As good as new.
I wish erasing the past
was as easy as that.
Lucy's gonna come around, Cass.
She thinks I'm a killer.
She thinks I killed her father.
I still can't believe it. Only
because she's been through so much.
I mean, she's just a teenager.
She doesn't know which way's up.
Thought about what
we talked about?
Moving? I have.
And?
I can't. I can't right now.
I have to find out
exactly what happened.
You don't think that
you've lost enough time?
I wouldn't be able to live with
myself if I left right now.
I owe that to Luke.
I owe it to Lucy.
Hello? Jasmine,
it's Cassidy Miller.
Hello? I-I can't talk right now.
No. Wait.
You've reached Jasmine.
If you're looking for companionship, leave
a message, and I'll get right back to you.
There you are.
Okay.
Looking for... some
company tonight.
Well, that was fast.
"You've come to the right
place." Smiley face.
Charming.
Where... can we... meet?
Looking for someone to talk to?
- As a matter of fact...
- Cassidy, what are you doing here?
Oh, I think you know what
I'm doing here, Jasmine.
Cassidy, please. Please?
Is that what Luke said to you?
Was he begging for his
life when you killed him?
You think I killed Luke?
Oh, cut the act, Jasmine. I read
the e-mails that he sent you...
telling you that it was over.
Two hours later, my
husband was dead.
You know what I think happened?
You thought that he would choose you,
and when he didn't, you killed him.
It wasn't like that at all.
Really? What was it like?
I never met Luke.
What are you talking about?
You testified under oath that you were
having an affair with my husband.
I know what I said.
Okay, wait.
In the parking lot at the grocery store,
you were trying to tell me something.
What were you trying to tell me?
Cassidy, you're...
I can't stay here. I have to go.
You have to go with me to the police
and tell them what you just told me.
I say anything, I'm
as good as dead.
Lucy?
What is wrong with you? What?
"I'll see you soon, sexy?"
Um... Why are you
e-mailing Jasmine?
It's complicated.
It's complicated. Right.
You have all these secrets, Mom.
How am I supposed to trust you
when you obviously don't trust me?
Lucy, wait a second.
Lucy!
Lucy!
Hi, Lucy. What are you doing out
here in the middle of the night?
Oh, shooting background
for tomorrow's show.
I thought your mom
might be here.
You wanna talk about it?
Come on.
Get lost.
Do you know what it's like...
being in the same room with the
woman who killed your father?
To see her every day and to
know she got away with it?
Honey, do you want a cigarette?
I'm 16.
Sorry. Just thought I'd offer.
My dad said if he ever
caught me smoking,
he'd send me to a boarding
school in North Dakota.
It's just so hard
that he's gone.
And that your mother's the one
that took him away from you?
I hate her.
I hate her for what she did. You think
you can trust somebody, and then...
Heartbreaking. This girl has known
more pain and betrayal at 16...
than you and I will know
in our entire lives.
We'll have more of my interview
with Lucy Miller when we return.
What the hell were you thinking?
I didn't know she
was recording me.
She just said I could talk to her.
And I don't know.
You don't know? What if
your mother sees this?
Why should I care?
Because she's your mother,
and she loves you.
You wanna know why
I talked to Nora?
Because of Mom. Because I went to
see her, and she wasn't there.
She was with Jasmine Holt. Why
was she with Jasmine Holt?
Maybe she wanted
to kill her too.
I'm just so tired
of all these lies.
I don't know what's
real anymore.
It's not like Mom watches
this show anyway.
Well, I hope for your mother's
sake that she doesn't.
But you know the most gut-wrenching
part of my interview...
came at the very end.
What do you want to
say to your mom?
I wish it hadn't been Dad.
I wish it had been you.
Come on, where are you?
Hello, Jasmine.
Where are you off to?
Outta my way? Really.
I want you to see if you can recover any
of the deleted files from Luke's computer.
Come on. Put that computer
degree to good use.
It wasn't a degree, it was a class.
It was a computer class.
I'm an accountant, remember?
Yeah.
Yeah. Well, you're
the best I've got.
Most of the town is shunning me,
and apparently my daughter
wishes I was dead.
You saw the show?
I saw it.
Cass, you know she didn't
mean a word of that.
You know what? She's not wrong.
When Luke died,
I kind of wish it
had been me too.
And Lucy knows that her father would
never have taken his own life.
So in order to repair our relationship,
I've got to find answers to her question.
Do you think those answers are somewhere
on this hard drive? They might be.
I know Jasmine Holt knows
more than she's telling.
And I know that you've been talking
to Jasmine Holt because Lucy told me,
and that is dangerous.
I have to find some evidence.
I need some leverage
to make her talk.
I won't know what happened to
Luke until I break Jasmine Holt.
Who's that? I don't know.
Detective Bell.
Ms. Miller.
Did you speak with
Jasmine Holt yesterday?
What, she report me for
trying to get ahold of her?
No, she's dead.
What?
I understand you spoke with Jasmine
Holt a couple of days ago?
Wait a minute. Are you saying
that Cassidy's a suspect?
I can't even believe you cops.
Haven't you traumatized
this family enough?
You know what? I would have thought
so, but people keep turning up dead.
Why do you think that is, Ms.
Miller?
Obviously, someone is warning
me or framing me or maybe both.
Cassidy had nothing
to do with this.
Jasmine Holt was a call girl.
Who knows who wanted her dead?
I know.
When I met with her,
she was terrified...
that someone was gonna know
that she was talking to me.
Someone like who?
Someone who may very well be
sending these text messages.
These are from a blocked number.
You can find out
who it is, right?
I have a murder on my hands.
I don't have
time to be chasing after
juvenile pranksters.
- So what if there's a connection?
- There very well may be.
In fact, I wouldn't be surprised the
person who killed Jasmine Holt...
isn't the same person who's been sending
herself threatening text messages.
What? That's a hell of an
accusation, Detective.
I would watch it.
Don't leave town, Ms. Miller.
You didn't tell me about
the text messages.
I knew you'd overreact.
A woman was killed last night.
This is not a game, Cass.
Well, there's more.
I followed Jasmine yesterday.
Are you out of your mind? Do you
have any idea what that looks like?
Yeah, I do.
Okay, you followed her. And?
And I think I might have a lead, but
obviously I can't tell the police.
They're already trying
to pin this on me.
Well, tell me everything.
Okay, I followed Jasmine
to the grocery store...
and I saw her get into a
sports car with someone.
Who?
I don't know. I couldn't see.
You didn't even get a glimpse?
I need you to lay low.
Just... Please just let this blow over.
Can you promise me that?
Jasmine.
Jasmine.
Justice is coming.
- Justice is coming.
- Justice is coming.
- Justice is coming.
- Justice is now.
Lucy.
What are you doing with these?
Uh...
I haven't been sleeping.
You wouldn't wake up, and then I
saw them on the floor next to you.
What am I supposed to think?
Oh, baby. I'm sorry
if I scared you.
Whatever. I don't care.
Do what you want.
Lucy, wait. Please don't go.
Okay?
Please don't go. Just... Just stay with
me for a minute. I've missed you so much.
I just needed a book for school.
I know, but you... you have a
little bit of time before school.
And, um, I bet you
haven't eaten, right?
Let me make you
something to eat.
I know. I'm gonna make
you mac and cheese.
Remember that Daddy used to
sneak you mac and cheese...
when you wouldn't eat the
dinner that I had already made.
I used to yell from upstairs,
"Luke, you're not
cooking, are you?"
And he would say, "No, of course I'm
not cooking. Where's the colander?"
Mom!
Lucy, things are gonna get better.
I promise.
Let me know when that happens.
Lucy.
Wait.
Excuse me. Uh, I'm sorry.
Who are you?
Locksmith. Locksmith.
Really? Hmm.
And who told... Sorry. I got stuck
down at the hardware store.
Uh, what is all this?
This is your security upgrade.
We have reinforced doors,
reinforced windows,
all new locks all
around the house.
And here is an extra
set of keys for Lucy.
Now...
let me show you
my favorite part.
Okay. We're gonna mount
these all around the house.
Motion-activated with a
70-foot detection range.
Ready? Dig this.
- What do you think?
Ooh, they're bright.
That's kind of the idea.
Hey, Mr. Miller, uh, where do
you want that second dead bolt?
Uh, side door just around the
corner right back there.
Scott,
you didn't have to
do all of this.
Of course I did.
There is nothing more important
to me than your safety...
and Lucy's safety.
Yeah, but, I mean, all this. This
must have cost you a fortune.
All right, thank you.
I am happy to know
you're on my team.
- You really want to thank me?
- I know. Move to Minneapolis.
Or Indianapolis. Or any
of the "apolises."
I just want you to be safe.
Please, think about it?
I guess I shouldn't be
surprised you'd be shameless
enough to be enjoying
yourself out in public.
Well, why should I lock myself
away just because you couldn't?
So what can I do for you, Ms.
Miller?
I know who killed Jasmine Holt.
Is this a confession?
No. It's not.
Okay, I'll bite.
Greg Knowles. Greg Knowles.
And you know this how?
I saw them together... Greg and Jasmine...
the day that she died.
And you neglected to
tell me this because?
Because I wasn't sure. I
saw her get into this car,
and I didn't realize that it was
his until I checked the plates.
Checked the... Who do you
think you are, Nancy Drew?
Did you see Greg
Knowles with Jasmine?
No. But he had clear motive.
Greg hated Luke. He
hated my entire family.
He was bent on destroying us.
He said so in court.
So what? He hated your husband
and your whole family.
What has that got to
do with Jasmine Holt?
I met with her at
the Marshfield Inn,
and she told me she'd
never even met Luke.
Uh-huh.
And why did she lie
on the witness stand?
I think that Greg got her to
lie for him on the stand.
She wanted to tell me, but
she was terrified of him.
She was scared of what he
might do, what he did.
Okay. Jasmine tried... Wait.
I'm... I'm not finished.
I am.
You better stop
trying to do my job.
Detective Bell, please.
Just check the security cameras
at Gepetta's Gourmet Grocery.
You will see.
Check the cameras.
Renee, I said no interruptions.
Ms. Miller.
Oh, Cassidy, please.
I mean, I think after you've accused
someone on public television of murder,
you should be on a
first-name basis,
don't you think so, Greg?
Cassidy, now is not a good time.
Actually, "a good time" is what I was
coming to talk to you about, Greg.
I understand you
know Jasmine Holt.
She sent you here?
You know damn well that she didn't.
Don't play dumb with me, Greg.
I don't have to play dumb or
whatever game this is, Cassidy.
Now if you'll show yourself out.
Jasmine Holt is dead.
Dead?
How? When?
Last night.
Oddly enough, not long after she
was seen getting into your car.
Are you suggesting
I was involved?
Jasmine was scared of someone,
and I'm kind of thinking
that someone was you.
Well, you're right about the first part.
Jasmine was scared.
She called me and said she had some
information about your husband's case.
She said he'd been set up, but
wouldn't say any more over the phone.
She said she wanted to meet.
And?
And we met.
She asked me for money...
and I told her to go to hell.
And...
now she has.
Like everyone who's been involved
with your family the past few years.
See, that's just the thing. Jasmine
didn't have any contact with Luke.
Before she died, she told me
the truth about everything.
She never even met my husband.
The prosecution's entire case revolved
around your finding out about their affair.
I found out about their
affair after Luke's death.
Everybody wanted to believe the worst
about my family. And then I thought...
who actually said, in open court,
that they wanted Luke Miller dead?
Was it me?
Look,
I'll have no problem finding a witness
to say they were with me last night.
I did not hire Jasmine.
I did not kill her.
So why don't you get
out of my office?
Thank you, Marshfield's Women's
Correctional Facility.
Okay, let's see.
Oh, look at that, Greg.
You have a message.
Greg, it's Jasmine.
Don't forget to bring the
money when you come today.
I don't want to have
to do anything stupid.
Oh, really?
Thank you.
Okay. Where was I?
What's this?
Where did I put that?
Yeah?
I'm on my way as soon as I figure
out where I put my tablet.
Okay.
Okay, I'll see you soon.
Yeah.
Okay. I'll be there soon.
There you are.
There you are.
Come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on.
You got it.
You know, sometime in the
very near future, Ms. Miller,
we're gonna have to have a discussion
about how you obtained that voice mail.
So you did hear it?
Jasmine was squeezing Greg
for money to keep quiet.
I checked the security camera
at Gepetta's Gourmet Grocery.
And?
And Jasmine did get into
Greg Knowles's car.
- So go get him.
- Slow your roll, Ms. Miller.
We are gonna pick him
up for questioning.
It's about time.
Would you please
just relax, okay?
Hey, guys.
Welcome to Pendleton.
I'm sure you'll
feel right at home.
You know what, Lucy? You shouldn't
talk to your mom that way.
Whatever you say, warden.
Thought at least she liked you. Yeah.
Hate to drop her off like this.
Good luck. She's not gonna
make it easy on you.
Yeah, I'm sure she's not.
I don't want her out
there alone until they
find Greg Knowles.
Yeah. Two, three hours tops. It's
just a business meeting, all right?
Stay safe. You too.
Okay.
Hey! Where do you think
you're going, young lady?
I'm not going to sit in
this house with you.
I'm sorry. You're not
leaving this house.
I'll be on the front step, okay?
What can happen?
I don't want to talk to you.
You should really tell someone
when you're recording them.
Okay, I'm recording you.
No! Lucy, get in the
house right now!
You have a lot of nerve coming here
after the stunt that you pulled.
That is a teenage girl in there!
Oh, please. She knows
I'm a journalist.
Besides, she's tougher
than she looks.
Don't you tell me
about my own child!
You want tough? You're
about this close, lady!
Ooh. Now there's a headline.
"Local Reporter Assaulted
By Known Murderer."
And you would do it too, wouldn't
you, just to get the story,
even though there isn't one.
Well, anything's a story.
Depends on who's telling it.
I am not your meal ticket, lady!
I am the widow of a good man...
and the mother of
a grieving girl.
I will rip your bleached hair right
out of your graying roots...
if you ever come near
my family again!
Now get the hell
off my property!
I don't have gray roots.
Hey.
Whoa!
What happened to you? It's nothing.
I'm just a klutz.
That is not nothing.
I'll get some ice. Yeah.
Come here.
Sit. Sit, sit, sit. What?
I didn't want to upset her.
What? What happened?
I'm walking out to my car, someone comes
speeding through the parking lot...
aiming right for
me, and I jumped.
I mean, last second. Hit
my face on the concrete.
Well, did you call the police?
Oh, yeah.
'Cause the cops have
been so helpful lately.
Right.
Scott, what kind of car was it?
I don't know. I know it was a sports car.
I know it was red.
- Out of ice.
- That's okay.
This is better because it'll thaw out on
the way home and then we can eat it...
because I know how much you
love frozen... asparagus.
Let's go, Luce. Okay.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Bye, babe.
It's just me.
I need to talk to you.
So you're telling me he
was on his way here?
That's what he said.
I can't believe it. I mean, first
he tries to run Scott down,
and then he's gonna come to my home?
Ah...
It's okay. We have
him in custody.
I tried calling you but
your phone was off.
Yeah. I turn it off at night.
The texts and... Trust me.
Greg Knowles won't have
a phone for a while.
But if you do get
any more texts,
listen, I want you to call
me and let me know...
and I'll look into
it right away.
And... if there's
anything else...
And Greg's been in jail
for the past week.
So they're sure it was Greg?
There's no other suspects?
Yeah. His alibi backed out when, uh,
they realized it was a homicide case.
But they have video. They
have all the voice mails.
They even have a little of his D.N.A.
at the scene. Ooh.
Pretty open-and-shut case.
Yeah. With a major
assist from you.
Mmm. Why, thank you, sir.
Cheers, madam.
Wait a minute.
Are they gonna
reopen Luke's case?
Looks like it.
Greg Knowles admitted to sending all those
threatening letters during the trial.
Nora Grant must be chewing
her arm off right now.
Right? Yeah.
On leave. Why can't
they just say...
"fired for engaging in a
journalistic witch hunt"?
It's just the station
trying to save face.
Let 'em.
I mean, somebody's reputation should
be unsullied by all this madness.
How did you know?
How did you know it wasn't me?
I mean, all along you
have believed in me.
Because I know you.
And more importantly...
My brother knew you.
You know what I think?
I think, after the
insurance money comes in,
you, me and Lucy need
to get out of Dodge.
For just a few days.
Go have some fun.
I'd like that.
And I put the insurance
papers in the mail today.
That's good.
Yeah.
You wait here.
Punk kids. Scott.
What?
Oh, sorry.
This is the fourth time your
floodlights have gone off...
in the last two days.
Do you hear what I'm saying?
They shine right into my house.
- I am really sorry, Tony.
- Whoa.
What are you... What are
you doing with that?
Oh, God.
Um, the motion sensors
keep going off,
and if you just wait a
few minutes, it'll re...
If they go off again,
I'm calling the cops.
A lot of good that'll do.
Cass, something you should see.
What? Come. Come.
Oh, come on.
I thought this was over.
I mean, it just keeps coming.
When is it gonna stop?
It's not gonna stop.
I'm sorry, Cassidy.
I know you want to move on, but
this town, it's not gonna let you.
Not as long as you stay here.
Okay. I'll call the real
estate agent in the morning.
Come here.
It's the right thing to
do for you and for Lucy.
I just don't understand
how it got this bad.
Well, it's about to get
a whole lot better.
I promise you that.
This is where things
start turning around.
I hope so.
It will.
You know what? Hmm?
I think that I am
going to call Lucy...
and go ahead and break
the news about the move.
Okay. I'll give
you some privacy.
Thanks.
Hey, you've reached Lucy Miller.
Congratulations. Leave a message at the beep.
Hey, Luce, it's mom.
Listen, um, can
you call me back?
I would like to talk to
you about something.
All right, bye.
Where are you, baby girl?
Luke.
I just got to get her out of town,
and then I can get you the money.
Soon. I've got
everything in place.
I've got the paperwork. I've got...
I've got his phone.
I've got access to the accounts.
I just need a little more time.
That's it.
I'm gonna have to call you back.
You went into my jacket.
It's Luke's phone.
I found it, and I was gonna
surprise you with it tonight.
I know, Scott.
You know what?
Everything.
You're not making any sense.
I read them.
I read all those texts
from that night.
You stole from his clients.
You stole from us.
And then you let your brother
go to prison for it.
Cassidy, I can explain.
No. He found out,
and he gave you a chance
to come clean, didn't he?
But no.
You drugged him.
You stuck him in our bed,
typed up a suicide note.
When the police started investigating
me, you helped it along.
Found some floozy who
would lie for you.
And when her conscience started
getting the better of her,
you got rid of Jasmine Holt
just like you got rid of Luke!
That is not true.
I got a little bit too close to the truth,
didn't I? And you tried to scare me away.
You sent those texts.
You slashed my tire.
You tagged my living room.
You're the one who
did all of this!
You poor thing.
You've been looking for a
villain that does not exist.
And you've been looking for
it ever since you got back.
All this time, I thought that this
whole family-sticks-together...
was about protecting me,
protecting Lucy, our safety.
But no. All this time it
was about protecting you!
I would never do anything
to hurt you or Lucy.
You tried to take Luke's
life insurance money.
Amended policy. Beneficiary...
Scott Miller.
Signed by Cassidy Miller.
Where would that have left me?
Say something!
I don't have anything
to say to you.
What are you gonna do?
I'm taking this to the police.
No.
No, Cassidy. Talk to me.
Just listen to me, please. Talk about
the fact that you killed my husband?
We work this out if you
just listen to me.
I am done listening to you.
Ow. Ow!
This is not gonna
bring him back.
No, maybe it won't. But this
town is so bent on justice,
maybe now we're gonna get some.
You're gonna listen to me.
I didn't have a choice, Cassidy.
I have debts.
Debts to people that you
don't want to have debts to.
How do you think
that I got this?
You told me you got
it in a parking lot.
I just... I just
needed money, Cassidy.
I asked Luke for it.
He wouldn't help me.
You know what he told me? He
told me that I was on my own.
All those midnight A.T.M. withdrawals out
of our bank accounts all those years,
that was Luke bailing you out.
Well, he didn't bail me out this time.
So, yeah, I took money.
I took money from people
who had too much of it.
And I was even going
to put it back.
But they found out about it.
Luke went to prison, Luke
got released from prison...
and I thought he would drop it.
But... no.
No. He just kept digging...
and digging and whining and
digging until he found out.
Then you know what he found out?
Hmm?
He found out what happens to
people when they mess with me.
Don't make me do it again.
Get upstairs.
No.
I think I just told
you to get upstairs.
Get... Get off of me!
Put that down! Let go of me!
Get up there! No! No!
You stay.
- Take 'em.
- No.
- I just said take 'em.
- Go to hell!
You stay down. What's
your plan now, Scott?
I don't have a plan. I thought
you had all the answers.
Do you think that I wanted
to hurt anyone? Do you?
I begged him to listen to reason, and
he wouldn't. He was your brother!
That's right. He was my brother. But
he wasn't a very good one, was he?
Do you know what the prison
sentence is for embezzlement?
Thirty years.
Thirty years. That's
my whole life.
You don't come back from that.
You can't come back from that.
I have news for you. You
don't come back from this!
He didn't give me a choice.
I bet he did. No.
You just didn't like the one that he gave
you. No. He didn't give me a choice,
and I gave him plenty of ways
out, and he refused them all.
Is that what you're doing now,
trying to give me a way out?
You gonna type up
my suicide note?
You know what? Hmm?
I could kill you.
Everyone thinks you're a
cold-blooded murderer anyway.
I could claim self-defense, and
no one would even bat an eye.
Scott, please. Scott,
we can make this right.
We can go to the
police together.
I'm not going to prison.
Not for you or anyone else.
Mom?
No. Please... You stay.
Promise me you won't hurt her.
I won't hurt her as long as
you keep your mouth shut.
Mom?
No. No.
Mom?
Did you see the side of the house?
Come with me.
Someone spray painted "murderer"
on the side of the house.
What's going on? Mom called. She
said she needed to talk to me.
I-I just need you to go.
Why? What aren't you telling me?
I'm gonna explain later. I just need...
You'll explain now!
I caught your mother spray painting
threats on the side of the house.
What? Yes!
Now she locked herself
in a room upstairs.
Why would she do that?
She told me that she was trying to
divert attention from herself, Lucy.
You were right all along.
She did it.
She killed your father.
She confessed?
She said she couldn't deal
with the guilt anymore.
Look.
Go. Okay?
Take my car, go to my house.
Go to my house. Just wait for me there.
I'm gonna deal with this.
It's gonna be okay, Lucy.
Just go.
Lucy, don't stand there
looking at me. Go!
Damn it to hell!
That's it! I'm calling the cops!
Okay.
Aah! No! No! No!
No!
Yeah?
What are you gonna do? Huh?
Huh? What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do, huh?
Oh, yeah?
You gonna cut me with that?
Is that what you were gonna do?
You like that?
Come on. No.
You like this? Huh?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry about that, Cassidy.
I didn't mean it.
I didn't mean it.
Ohh! Ohh.
Lucy.
Were you just going to take
another person from me?
Spin another lie?
I can't believe any piece
of me ever loved you.
Lucy, look at me.
I am not a killer.
Oh, would you shut up?
Lucy and I are sick of your lies.
What?
Sick of 'em, aren't we, Lucy?
Listen to me.
I've got this.
So just go home and wait for me.
Okay?
Aah!
I found the spray paint can in
your car, you son of a bitch!
Ow. S-Sorry.
Get him out of here!
Well, it seems like he wanted you both out
of the picture for the insurance money.
Oh.
What about Jasmine Holt?
Since she was talking to you,
I'm sure that her conscience
got the better of her.
So, unfortunately, he had
to get her out of the way.
That poor girl.
But she was with
Greg Knowles, right?
Oh, yeah. And according to Mr.
Knowles, uh,
she got into his car
for the exact same
reasons you would suspect
a girl like that...
would get into a car
with a guy like him.
One of my officers picked
up a kid tonight...
who confessed to throwing
eggs at your house.
Says he was paid 20
bucks by some guy.
Listen, I need you to come down to the
station so I can take a statement.
Okay. It'll hold.
It'll hold.
Why don't you come down tomorrow
when you're... up to it.
I still don't like her.
Me neither.
You're all set.
That I am.
I love you.
All right, movie starts in 30.
Here is what I'm thinking.
Jumbo tub of popcorn.
Extra butter. You know that's not
even, like, real food, right?
They make it in some lab.
I know, but it's been so long. Please
let me have my Franken-butter.
Oh, no.
Cassidy.
Nora.
I know this might
be hard to believe,
but I'm really glad you
got your name cleared.
How's it feel?
What about you, Lucy?
Do you want to say
something about your mom?
No comment.
Let's go.
Mom. What?
Screw 'em. Yes.
Mmm. Love you.