Pretend You Don't See Her (2002) Movie Script
Mom, just being here
with you like this,
I feel better already.
Ooh, what I would
have given to hear that
from you when you were 16!
Well, you handled the
troubled teen pretty well.
Oooh, maybe it
looked that way.
I just remember it
as controlled panic.
I don't know.
It, maybe that's why I
had to see you today.
I mean, maybe that troubled
teen is not far off.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
It's complicated.
A man?
No, it's more than
just a guy problem.
It's connected on
so many levels.
I don't know how to get out.
Heather, what's going on?
Can we go for a
coffee or something?
Mmm.
Let's just go
and try Rolanda's.
(tires screeching)
(screams)
(dramatic music)
Oh, my God!
Somebody, help me, please!
Please, help me!
(siren wailing)
Pretend you don't
see her, my heart
Although she's
coming our way
Pretend you don't
need her, my heart
But smile and
pretend to be gay
It's too late for
running, my heart
Chin up, if the
tears start to fall
look somewhere above her
pretend you don't love her
Pretend you don't
see her at all
Pretend you don't
see her my heart
Although she is
coming our way
Pretend you don't
need her, my heart
But smile and
pretend to be gay
It's too late for
running, my heart
Chin up, if the
tears start to fall
Look somewhere above her
Pretend you don't love her
Jerry, you heard
me the first time.
7th Avenue and 23rd
for under 1.2 mil.
Two bedrooms, two
baths, 1700 square feet.
Taxes and maintenance
are under 20 a year.
Jerry?
Jerry, this is not a
deal you think about.
This is a deal you pounce
on and grab with two hands.
By the time this listing
gets to the street,
somebody else will
already be moving in.
Okay, I'll set up
a viewing at 11.
Bring your checkbook.
All right, I think I've
got a taker on 2527.
What took you so long?
You've had that listing
for a whole 45 minutes.
Oh, well, you're
right, I'm slipping.
Well, before you
slip any further,
I have another listing for you.
A gift.
Oh, I've heard that before.
No, seriously.
How does a two-bedroom apartment
at 107 East 70th sound?
Like I've already
made the sale.
The woman selling is
named Chantal Greco.
The apartment is owned
by her daughter, Heather.
The actress?
Who was killed in
the hit-and-run?
Mm-hmm.
I saw her in "The Tea Room,"
on Broadway last year.
She was really great.
The mom says she wants
to sell the apartment
as soon as possible.
So she'll be there for
the next couple of hours.
I'm on my way.
I'll check in after
the inspection.
And, Rick, thanks.
Yeah.
For the queen of Manhattan
real estate, anything.
(car horn honking)
Thanks.
Ms. Farrell, back again.
Not content until you sell
every apartment in the building?
It's all part
of the plan, Tim.
I'm here to see Chantal Greco.
She's thinking of selling.
Yeah, Penthouse Six.
Nice woman, Mrs. Greco.
Pity what happened
to her daughter.
I hope you can help her out.
Me, too.
Thanks.
[Mrs. Greco]
Thank you for coming
by so quickly, Ms. Farrell.
No problem.
I'm happy to help.
It's a beautiful apartment.
It's a shame you have to sell.
I didn't really want to.
It's more my ex-husband's idea.
He thinks I'm obsessing
on our daughter's death.
He thinks selling the apartment
will be healthier for me.
He thinks it'll help me forget.
I know it's something
you'll never forget,
but sometimes it is
better to try to move on.
Maybe.
If it had been an accident.
But the truth of it is
my daughter was murdered
right in front of my very eyes.
(dramatic orchestral music)
How do I move on from that?
I'm sorry.
I didn't know.
You wouldn't.
Nobody believes them
when I tell them.
Not the police, not
Heather's father.
Nobody.
How can you be so sure?
He came up onto the
sidewalk right at us.
He wasn't out of control.
He knew what he was doing.
But why?
I don't know.
But something was
going on with Heather.
Something that scared her.
She was going to
tell me that day.
She never got the chance.
I found her journal
this morning.
And I've been reading it,
trying to make some
sense of it all.
When I told Jimmy about it,
he said I should
burn the journal.
Along with everything else.
You think I'm crazy, too.
No, I don't
think you're crazy.
But I don't know how you'd
ever prove what you believe.
Maybe Jimmy's right.
Maybe it's best I
sell this place.
[Lacey] Well, there's
something I can help you with.
(car horn beeps)
Hi!
Aunt Lacey's here!
[Lacey] Hello!
Aunt Lacey!
Oh!
(laughs)
I missed you so
much last weekend!
You didn't come for dinner!
I know, I was stuck at work.
You're always working.
Well, it sure feels
that way, doesn't it?
But I'm here now, so
let's go find your mom.
Kit, you should have
seen this poor woman.
She was so broken up.
Like Mom after Dad died.
Poor thing.
Poor thing?
Do you know who
her ex-husband is?
Jimmy Greco.
Owns the Venezia
Restaurant downtown
and he's halfway home to getting
his own casino license
in Atlantic City.
I mean, these people
could buy and sell us.
Not everything's
about money, Jay.
That's what people
who have money say.
She lost her daughter.
Oh, and because we
feel sorry for her,
you're going to give
her back your fees?
(dramatic orchestral music)
Money, money, money.
I'm so sorry about Jay.
Ever since his
business went off--
It's okay.
I know.
Listen, I'll call you tomorrow.
Okay.
You aren't going to leave
without saying good-bye?
Not on your life, kiddo.
As a matter of fact,
if mom doesn't mind,
I was going to come
up and tuck you in.
Be careful she
doesn't rope you
into reading a bedtime story.
I'll take my chances,
come on, hop on.
Giddy-up!
Just one story!
Good night!
(chuckling)
(phone ringing)
Hi, this is Lacey.
Chantal Greco says
you got along great.
Says you filled her
with confidence.
All part of the service.
Listen, I've got
some more good news.
I got a call from Keller,
Roland and Smythe.
They've got an executive
being relocated to the city.
He needs to find
a place real fast.
The Greco apartment
fits his wish list,
and price seems to be no object.
Great, do you have a name?
[Ryan] Curtis Caldwell.
He's already set up to meet
you there at 10 tomorrow.
A lot of people are apprehensive
about moving to New York,
but it's really not
as scary as it seems.
This is nice.
Lots of space.
My wife would love it.
What's the asking on this?
Well, they're asking 950,
but they're looking to sell,
so I think if you offer
anything over 900,
you might have a deal.
And just wait until
you see the bedroom.
[Chantal] Lacey?
Chantal?
I didn't realize you were here.
My God, Lacey, she
really was in trouble!
(suspenseful orchestral music)
I'll bring back my
client another time.
No, I think I've
changed my mind.
I'm not selling.
I'm sorry, did you hear?
I don't know what to say.
It's a little confusing.
I'll try and get
her to reconsider.
That'd be great.
It's exactly what
I'm looking for.
Now, this is something
I never thought I'd see.
Lacey Farrell talking
about giving up a sale.
I don't know.
Maybe Chantal really isn't ready
to give up her memories
of her daughter.
Or maybe there really was
more to Heather's death.
Oh no, not you, too.
You should have seen
her with that journal.
It was as if she was
getting confirmation
of everything she believed.
Lacey, you're
not a psychologist.
You're a real estate agent.
Hey, you should know
that sometimes in this job
you have to be
part psychologist.
(phone rings)
All right, don't worry.
I won't get too involved.
[Rick] Good.
Now go and make that sale.
(phones ring)
(taps phone keypad)
(phone ringing)
[Chantal] Hello.
Hello, Chantal, it's Lacey.
I was wondering if you would
reconsider selling
the apartment.
It's just that Mr.
Caldwell was really excited
when he saw the place, and--
I've found something
in the journal,
and it's finally
starting to make sense.
I'm sure Heather
was murdered now,
and I don't know who to go to.
Lacey, I need help.
Chantal, it's all right.
Just sit tight.
I'll come by as
quickly as I can.
(phone clicks in receiver)
[Heather] Sometimes I
think he might just kill me
just to keep me quiet.
Lacey?
(dramatic music crescendos)
(screams)
(muffled shooting)
(footsteps echo)
(elevator bell rings)
Chantal!
Chantal.
Hold on, Chantal.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Tell them to hurry, please.
Journal.
Take it.
Show Jimmy.
Nobody else.
Please, swear.
I swear, I swear.
Okay, it's all right.
Just hold on.
Chantal?
(all chattering)
(siren wailing)
Her ex-husband is Jimmy Greco.
He owns the Venezia Restaurant.
I don't know about
any other family.
And you said that the
last time you spoke to her,
she was very concerned.
She said she
knew something more
about her daughter's death.
Or why.
So she suggested that this
fellow Caldwell was the killer.
She didn't get a chance to
tell me who she suspected.
What else did she say?
Nothing.
She said it was all
in Heather's journal.
I saw Caldwell run out with it.
And you have no idea
what was in there?
Could I have a glass of water?
I'm not feeling very well.
Sure.
(mysterious music pulses)
(singing in foreign language)
Mr. Counselor,
enjoying the pescadora?
Good.
I'll be calling you.
Good.
Mrs. Molinaro,
beautiful as always.
The boys are treating you good?
They're going to bring you
a little something
special afterwards.
Oh, how lovely.
Jimmy, there's a call.
Greco.
Yeah, Mr. Greco.
I'm Detective Sloane.
Something's happened.
I'm afraid your wife's
been hurt pretty bad.
I'm gonna need you to come down
to your daughter's apartment.
I'll be right down.
Thank you.
(ominous orchestral music)
(glass shatters)
It's pretty good.
I think the eyes
were further apart.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Yeah, that's pretty good.
You were right, she knew.
I know.
Listen, we've got
a few problems.
The pages are missing.
You think I don't know that?
There's something else.
The real estate
woman, she saw me.
Stop worrying, will you?
I know what to do.
I'll take care of her.
It's my butt on the line.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Like I said, we
do a lot of business
with Keller, Roland and Smythe.
That's why I didn't question it
when the girl called to
make the appointment.
Right, well, we've
already called them,
and they've never heard
of anybody named Caldwell.
And nobody from their office
has called you in the past week.
I didn't dream
the call, detective.
Somebody knows we do
business with them.
All right, well, if we
have any more questions,
I'll call you, Mr. Parker.
Thanks for coming down.
Lacey, how're you doing?
It's like it's not real.
It's like it's happening
to somebody else.
Listen, if you need
anything, you call me, okay?
Look, there's something
we're gonna have to deal with.
This was not a robbery.
This guy was a pro.
The only thing that screwed
it up was your arrival.
And you're the only one
who can ID the killer.
That worries me.
So what do I do now?
I don't know.
For the short term, I'm gonna
assign you some protection,
and hopefully we'll
be able to get him.
And if you can't?
Let's cross that bridge
when we come to it, okay?
See that she gets home,
and have them call
me when she arrives.
Sure.
(dramatic orchestral music)
[Reporter] In a luxury
apartment at 107 East 70th--
Mom, Mom, come quick!
Aunt Lacey is on TV!
[Reporter] Police would not
comment on her involvement
but say they are
interviewing a witness.
Oh my God!
[Reporter] Victim
Chantal Greco--
(phone rings)
Kit?
Honey, are you all right?
I'm fine, I'm fine.
I just saw you on TV.
I didn't see the news.
They said that
there was a witness.
Somebody who can
identify the killer.
Honey, were you
the one who saw it?
It was, it was me.
Oh, my God.
You know, I'm fine.
I'm fine, really.
I wanna come over, but
Jay's not here, and--
Stay where you are.
Really, I'm fine.
Kiss Bonnie for me.
I will.
Take care.
(mysterious music)
(gasping)
(water runs)
(sobs)
(buttons beep)
(copier whirs)
[Steve] I'm very sorry.
Mr. Greco isn't
seeing anyone today.
I need to talk to him.
I understand,
but I'm very sorry.
[Lacey] It's about his wife.
(singing in foreign language)
Follow me.
One moment.
Jimmy, somebody here to
talk to you about Chantal.
Okay.
Please.
Please take a seat.
What do you have
to tell me, Miss--
Farrell, Lacey Farrell.
I'm a real estate agent.
I was selling Heather's
apartment for Chantal.
I don't care about the
apartment right now, Ms. Farrell.
I thought this
was about Chantal.
It is.
I was with her when she died,
when she was killed.
She gave me a message.
She said it was only for you.
Go on.
This is from
Heather's journal.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Chantal said she'd found proof
that Heather was murdered.
And that if you read that,
you'll know who did it.
There's a lot of stuff
that's blacked out here.
I'm sorry.
It's her blood.
Her last words to give
these pages to you.
I thought she was crazy.
But I guess I was the one who
wasn't seeing things clearly.
Thank you.
Steve, get a cab
for Ms. Farrell.
And Steve, check her out.
(suspenseful music)
Oh!
(gasps)
(breathing heavily)
[Sloane] I take these
things very seriously.
I'm sorry that I
didn't tell you before.
But I promised her I'd
get them to her husband.
Yeah, well if there's
anything in these damn pages
that's relevant to
Chantal Greco's murder,
you might have just
provided our killer
with some nice lead
time to disappear.
I'm sorry.
I promised.
You had no right
to keep that promise.
All right?
I don't know how it works
downtown, Ms. Farrell,
but here, if you lie to me,
the next real estate
you're gonna be looking at
is a door with bars on it.
Now, is there anything else?
That's everything she gave me.
Sloane,
you're not going
to believe this.
Try me.
The guy who hit her
was wearing gloves,
but they must have ripped.
He left a clean
right index print
on the doorknob
of the apartment.
And you got a match?
That's the wacky part.
The guy the print matches
has been dead for two years.
David Blake.
Contract hitter.
Supposedly died in a boat
explosion two years ago.
Mm-hmm.
Maybe somebody died
in that explosion.
But it wasn't David Blake.
Is this the man who
killed Chantal Greco?
He's different.
Of course.
He's had some work
done on his face,
right after he
faked his own death.
Lacey, you are the only
person who can identify him.
Now, there'll be some changes
in your lifestyle for a while,
but our highest priority
is going to be your safety.
(dramatic orchestral music)
[Bonnie] Hey, Mom,
Aunt Lacey's here!
[Lacey] Hey, come here!
Aunt Lacey!
(gun firing)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(gun firing)
(grunting)
Oh, my God!
(music cresendos)
(sirens wail)
(voices buzz over intercom)
(phone rings)
[Woman] Paging Dr. Bender.
Paging Dr. Bender.
How is she?
It was close, but she's okay.
The doctor said
she's gonna be fine.
Kids heal fast, and
they forget fast, too.
Come on.
She wants to see you.
I'll talk to you
later, sweetie.
Aunt Lacey, I knew you'd come.
I had to make
sure those doctors
were taking care of you, right?
I'm okay, but
my shoulder hurts.
Oh, baby.
It's not so bad.
The doctor said he can make it
so there wouldn't be a scar.
But I don't want him to.
I want to show my friends.
You might want to
think twice about that.
Do you think they're going to
keep me here for a long time?
Long enough for me to
organize some ice cream runs.
Aunt Lacey, why did that
bad person try to hurt you?
It's because of
something I saw him do.
He doesn't want me to help
the police to catch him.
Are you going to
help the police?
Of course.
They're going to
catch him, aren't they?
Yes, Bonnie.
They will.
Are you scared?
Only when I thought
you were hurt.
Don't worry about me.
You just get better.
We still have your
birthday party to plan.
I'll be right back.
(chattering over intercom)
Now we're all in the
middle of this craziness.
Oh, Jay, I didn't think--
Yeah, that's the
problem, nobody thinks.
Stop it, Jay,
you're being stupid.
Lacey, excuse me.
There've been some new
developments in the case.
I'm gonna have to ask
you to come with us.
(phone rings)
I'll be right there.
I'll call you.
Oh, okay.
(phones ring)
Made a lot of waves
at the Attorney General's
office, Ms. Farrell.
David Blake, the man you
knew as Curtis Caldwell,
was at the time of
his supposed death
number three on the
FBI's Most Wanted list.
He's currently
number one on mine.
And as the only person who
can identify Blake's new face,
that makes you a
valuable witness.
I don't want to be
a valuable witness.
I just want to get
on with my life,
forget about all this.
Do you think Blake's
gonna let you forget?
Our suspicion is
that he's killed
25 people in the last 10 years
and I can promise you
he'll have no qualms
about making that 26.
What are you saying to me?
We've decided to put you in
the Witness Protection program
until such time as we
apprehend David Blake.
You mean I'll
have to leave town?
Leave everything and anything
that can help Blake
track you down
and jeopardize my case.
Your case?
I thought we were
talking about my life.
Both happen to be the
same issue at this point.
I'm not going anywhere.
Lacey, you have no choice.
There's no way we can
protect you 24 hours a day,
if you stay here.
Where can you protect me?
(dramatic orchestral music)
Lacey, I'm afraid this is
going to have to stay here.
There's no personal photos,
no monogrammed clothing,
nothing that would give
away who you really are.
Your life could depend on it.
Have you managed to
figure out anything
from Heather Greco's
journal pages?
Not yet.
The pages were covered in blood.
We're trying to
lift the stains now.
There must be something.
No.
We interviewed everyone she
was with, in the last few days.
They were all cooperative,
but they were all alibied.
(sighing)
Lacey, could I ask you
something about your boss?
Rick?
Mm-hmm.
What about him?
Couple of things
have been bugging me.
He told you he got the
call from the law firm,
Keller, Roland and Smythe,
about Caldwell
wanting the apartment.
We do a lot of
business with them, so--
But who would know
to use their name,
or who would have an intimate
knowledge of your company?
Maybe someone at
Keller, Roland and Smythe.
Did Rick have anything
to do with the Greco girl?
Not professionally.
I can't believe Rick
would be involved in this.
Lacey, somebody used you
to get Caldwell
into that apartment.
(sighing)
Look, for what it's worth,
I'm gonna do my best to
help you get your life back.
I don't know what's gonna be
like without you around here.
(crying)
Could you give me a moment?
I'd just like to take
a last look around.
Okay.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Lacey, there's no easy
way for me to tell you
what you're going to go through.
You see, who you
are is a product
of everything that you do
in your life on this planet.
Friends, family,
school, work, hobbies.
But as of 24 hours ago,
those don't exist anymore.
Your continued survival
rests on our ability
to hide you so completely that
the man who's hunting you,
with whatever
resources he may have,
will not be able to find you.
It also rests on your ability
to dive into your new identity
so fully that nobody you meet
or come into contact with
in your new life
will notice anything
to make them believe that you
are not exactly who
you say you are.
So, from now on,
when you see a reflection
of Lacey Farrell
in a store window
or in a mirror,
you have to look away
because that's no longer you.
It's like that old
Jerry Vale song,
"Pretend You Don't See Her."
Now, do you think that
you can do that, Lacey?
I don't know.
Well, I'd be pretty worried
if you had answered
any other way.
Okay, let's get to work.
Your name is Alice Carroll.
You were born in Hartford,
Connecticut, August 23rd, 1971.
(camera clicks)
Your mother's name
was Sarah Amber King,
and your father was
Jordan Edgar Carroll.
They both died in a car accident
when you were 10 years old.
You were raised by
your aunt Theresa
and lived at 615 Burton
Street in downtown Hartford,
and your high school
and university
were spent in boarding
school in London, England.
(opera music)
(singing in foreign language)
(light knocking at door)
Jimmy, it's almost five.
We have the investor
meeting tonight.
There was somebody
she was scared of.
But I can't figure
out who it is.
Look, Jimmy, there is no
easy way for me to say this.
The investors are
getting a little anxious.
We got 30 mill on the line here.
I haven't lost
sight of the business.
That's something I never do.
I know.
I just, I just feel what
you're going through,
and I just wish
I could help you.
You wanna help me, Steve,
you put the word
out on the street.
I wanna know who did
this to my family.
Let them know I'll
be more than generous
to whoever helps me out on this.
I'm on it.
And Steve?
Yeah?
I asked you to check
out Lacey Farrell.
I want to know
everything you found out.
I think there's a chance she
knows more than she told me.
Or told the cops.
Alice Carroll,
215 Burton Street,
Hartford, Connecticut.
06, ugh.
(mumbles)
(knocking on door)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(screaming)
Like they say, Miss,
"You can run, but
you can't hide."
(gun firing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(gasps)
I told you not to worry.
I've taken people out of
Witness Protection before.
The Feds think
they've got it cooked,
but people always
give themselves away.
Dumb creatures of habit.
All right.
(airplane roars)
[Woman] Southwest
Airlines flight 207-20
is now at gate, approaching.
Southwest Airlines
flight 207-20.
How was the trip?
The usual.
She's all yours now.
Good luck, Alice.
[Svenson] Here.
I'll take this.
Where are we going?
Name's Svenson.
I'll be your contact
here in Minneapolis.
I'll help you get
settled in your new life.
Is your name really Svenson?
You don't think I'd choose
a name like that, do you?
(dramatic orchestral music)
Well, here we are.
Home, sweet home.
You have to be kidding.
(door clicking)
I'll let you get
settled a day or two
before we start trying
to get you a job.
Until you've got
yourself settled,
we've got you a
regular allowance.
I know it's not much.
You're probably used to
paying more than that
for a pair of shoes.
But the rent's covered and
it's walking around money.
Is there anyone
else here who knows?
Nobody.
And anybody you meet from now on
is only going to know
you as Alice Carroll.
Over the next couple of months,
you're gonna find yourself
becoming a pretty good liar.
Every time somebody asks you
about some aspect of
Alice Carroll's life,
you're going to come
up with an answer.
If there's a mythical boyfriend,
think of a real guy
you knew at one point,
or wanted to be with,
remembering details about that guy,
the way he moves, talks, looks
will help make your story
more credible and consistent.
You seem to know
a lot about lying.
Well, that's the
job right now, Alice.
Mine and yours.
What about my family?
When can I call them?
I'll set up a secure
connection once a week.
Until then, you're on
your own here, Alice.
Try to enjoy it.
I promise, the time
will go smoother.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Why did all this
happen, Heather?
Who killed you?
Who stole my life from me?
[Heather] I guess this weekend
was when I knew it was all over.
I've had the feeling he
was using me for a while,
but now I'm sure of it.
There were a bunch of
us up at Stowe, skiing.
Ginny, Joy Moore, Ken
Lynch, Gary Kroll.
Then afterwards he came
up, wanting us to be alone.
That was no more true
than anything else
he's ever said to me.
Okay, so who's "he"?
[Heather] Ginny and Gary
came back to New York,
and Ken had to come home
for his radio show today.
That's when I got a call from--
Man?
Manhattan?
Someone she knows in town?
What were they warning
you about, Heather?
[Heather] Now that I
know what I know about him,
I'm even more afraid.
He's angry that I won't see him
and scared that I'll
talk to my father.
Sometimes I think he
might just kill me
just to keep me quiet.
(siren wails)
Sloane, congratulate
me on my hard work.
Well, usually I wait
until I hear the results.
(laughs)
I think your hunch
on Rick Parker,
Lacey's boss, might pan out.
I've been running
Parker's social contacts,
and it turns out
he was on the board
of the Forbidden
Theater Company.
Heather Greco was
a principal player
in the troupe last season.
Parker had to know her.
That's a long walk
from what he told us
last time around, isn't it?
Still, he wasn't
mentioned in her journal.
We'd have a hard time
making a solid connection.
Well, maybe it's
time for you and I
to do a little detective
work on Mr. Rick Parker.
Okay, here's the drill.
This phone is connected
to a bounce network.
It'll go through five cities
before it hits New York again.
There's no way for
anybody to trace
where this call is coming
from unless you tell them.
I understand.
Remember.
No matter how close
your sister is,
no hints, no local
references, the weather,
nothing that would give
away your location.
What am I supposed
to tell her?
The good news that
I can't get a job
because I don't
have any references,
or about all my friends?
That I'm trying to break into
a new city and not being able
not to be truthful
with any of them?
Alice, nobody
said this was easy.
Just try to hang in there.
Remember, it's
hard on them, too,
so try to keep up a good front.
I'll be right here,
in case you need me.
(phone beeps and dials)
(line rings)
[Kit] Hello?
Kit?
Oh, Lacey, oh, my God.
It's so good to hear your voice.
It's good to hear yours, too.
Are you okay?
Do you have everything you need?
Yeah, everything except
for you and Bonnie.
It's tough, trying to keep
myself together sometimes.
It's all so weird.
For me, too.
For the first time I
feel so cut off from you.
I don't know what
you're experiencing.
I don't even know what the
weather's like where you are.
You know I can't
tell you anything, Kit.
I know, it's just--
I know.
How's Bonnie?
Oh, she's right here, pulling
the phone out of my hand.
(laughs)
[Bonnie] Aunt Lacey?
Hi, kiddo, how's school?
It sucks.
I miss you.
I miss you, too.
I hope I don't have
to be here too long.
You're still going to be back
for my birthday, aren't you?
Oh, I wouldn't miss that!
Do you promise?
(dramatic orchestral music)
Oh, Bonnie, I've
gotta go now, okay?
I'll try and call you next week?
Okay.
I love you, Aunt Lacey.
I love you, too.
Tell Mommy I'll call her later.
Bye.
Bye.
Hel--
(dialtone drones)
Pretend you don't
see her, my heart
Although she's
coming our way
(englne revs)
Pretend you don't
need her, my heart
But smile and
pretend to be gay
Thanks.
You're welcome.
You thinking of buying a house?
No, I just like to keep
up with local prices.
My boyfriend and
me are thinking
about buying on the east side.
Maybe a condo or something.
A condo's okay for now,
but if the market shifts,
it won't hold its value.
You'd be better off looking
at St. Paul, Midway District.
You can still find
a three bedroom
with property for under 100.
Wow, you sure
sound like you know
what you're talking about.
Are you a real estate
agent or something?
Me?
No, my dad was.
I guess it runs in the family.
(laughs)
[Ken] Hi, this is Ken Lynch
on your lunchtime show at WQUV.
What do you think of
this weather, folks?
Isn't it great?
Well, you better enjoy
it while it lasts,
'cause you know what's coming.
[Heather] There were a bunch
of us up at Stowe, skiing.
Ginny, Joy Moore, Ken
Lynch, Gary Kroll.
Ginny and Gary came
back to New York,
and Ken had to come home
for his radio show today.
[Ken] It's just around
the corner, you know,
and if you want to
work up some body heat,
then the best way to
do it is to join me
at the Twin Times Gym.
Woah, that was a sneaky way
to sneak in a sponsor's plug.
Excuse me.
Do you know where the
Twin Times Gym is?
(phone rings)
Hello?
Mrs. Gray, my
name is Jimmy Greco.
We have never met.
Your sister gave me
something from my wife.
I have spent hours trying to
make sense of it, but I can't.
Lacey never discussed
anything like that
with me, Mr. Greco.
I see, but your sister
might know something
about what happened to my wife.
Something she doesn't
even realize is important,
you know some clue as
to who she suspected.
If you want me to tell you
how to get in contact with her,
I can't do that.
I mean, even if I wanted to.
I see.
But if you do hear
from your sister,
please, please tell
her what I said.
Okay.
And by the way, would
you and your husband
like to have lunch
with me tomorrow?
Oh, I don't know.
Well, just think about it.
And let me know.
Okay.
Thank you.
Who was that?
That was Jimmy Greco.
He wanted to get in
touch with Lacey.
Guess he's not the only one.
He invited us
to lunch tomorrow,
but I don't know
if we should go.
Are you kidding?
Free meal at the owner's table?
Sweetheart, we don't
get to rub shoulders
with people like that very much.
And with his new casino opening,
maybe he'll need some people
who know what they're doing.
Maybe all this trouble
we got into lately
can turn out to be profitable.
(sighs)
(ambulance siren wails)
No, no, thank you.
No, I'll get back to you if
I have any more questions.
Oh, yeah.
Who was that?
That was Heather
Greco's agent.
Seems Heather was
having some problems
with contract negotiations,
and it seemed to get better
when she had a private dinner
with one of the board members.
Let me guess.
Rick Parker.
Found him very charming.
Did the agent
say anything else
about an ongoing relationship?
No, didn't say where
it went from there,
so maybe we should
go ask Mr. Parker.
And on the lower level,
you'll find the pool,
whirlpool and the steam room.
Looks really well-equipped.
I'm glad you have the free
weights as well as the machines.
Any kind of work-out
you want to do, Alice,
you can do here.
Can I ask how you found
out about our club?
I was listening to WUQV,
and the announcer
was talking about it.
Ken Lynch.
Right.
Ken comes in every night
at five, after his shift.
And in case you're wondering,
yes, he is as cute as he sounds.
Well, that sounds like
I'll be here about five.
Great.
Where do I sign?
Here and here.
[Lacey] I joined a gym today.
Well, that's good.
Do you feel better?
I feel like I'm doing
something, anyway.
Lacey, I can't take
much more of this,
not knowing where you are.
Every time I hear
about an earthquake,
a plane crash or a fire,
I wonder if you're in it,
I wonder if you're okay.
Kit, we've been
through all this.
I know, I know, I know.
You can't tell me
where you're at.
But can you at least
give me a hint?
You realize anything I
tell you could get me killed?
I won't breathe
a word to anybody.
(sighs)
You remember where Daddy
did his basic training?
I might be somewhere near there.
(sighs)
Thank you.
I won't say a word to anybody.
I'll be thinking about you.
Me, too.
Send my love to Bonnie.
Okay.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(phone beeping)
(sighing)
You okay?
What do you want
me to say, Svenson?
No, I'm not okay.
Alice.
Don't call me that.
I'm not Alice.
My name is Lacey Farrell.
Just because I happened to be
in the wrong place
at the wrong time,
and I happened to see some
monster kill Chantal Greco,
you people have taken everything
and everyone I ever
cared about away from me.
Think about what
you're saying.
We didn't take those
things away from you.
Oh, no?
It was David Blake.
(sighing)
All I know is that I'm here,
living in some
rundown apartment,
always alone, always scared,
and he's out there on
the street somewhere,
free as a bird, and
it makes me mad.
Excuse me.
Excuse me?
Uh, sorry to bother you.
Do you know how to
set the timer on this?
Uh, you hit function
twice to get to the time,
and then you put in
the time and hit enter.
These things get more
complicated all the time.
Uh, you know what they say.
To ere is human.
To really screw up,
you need a computer.
Haven't seen you
around here before.
Oh, I just joined.
Name's Alice Carroll, and you?
Ken, Ken Lynch.
Well, thanks for
your help, Ken Lynch.
(singing in foreign language)
Okay, come on.
We're already five minutes late.
Let's go.
[Kit] Coming.
Well, Mr. Greco was very
happy that you could make it.
Oh, are you kidding?
We're happy to be here.
It seems like a
very nice restaurant.
Well, thank you.
Oh, I'm so glad
you could come.
[Kit] Hello.
Mrs. Gray, I'm
pleased to meet you.
Jimmy Greco.
Jay, nice to meet you.
Please make
yourselves at home.
May I?
Thank you.
[Kit] Oh, that's
fine, thank you.
[Jimmy] That'll be all, Carlo.
Well, would you like to
have a glass of wine or--
[Kit] Yes, thank you.
We have a nice
chateau briand, thanks.
[Jay] Thank you.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(water splashes)
Yeah, I just arrived.
Thanks for the lead.
It'll be easy from here.
People can change their
names but not their habits.
I'll check in tomorrow.
(change drops)
Ken, right?
Right.
Alice!
Right!
Um, is this seat taken?
No, please.
Uh, would you like a drink?
Uh, carrot juice, please.
Carrot.
So, how are you
enjoying Minneapolis?
Oh, I love it.
Well, that's just
because you moved in
after black fly season
and before winter.
Don't scare me off.
The job market is
doing that already.
Really?
What kind of work do you do?
I worked billing in a
pediatrician's office,
but I'm looking to do
something different.
Thank you.
All those forms.
By the time I got home,
I'd be filling out my
shopping list in triplicate.
You know, somehow,
I can't see you stuck in the
back room of a doctor's office.
You'd be great at
something more social
like, um, sales, maybe.
Maybe I'll give that a try.
Thanks for the suggestion.
You're welcome.
The first thing I have to do
is find my way around this town.
Well, actually I have
another suggestion.
I could give you the $2 tour
and maybe we can even get
something to eat, afterwards.
You know what?
Minneapolis is looking more
interesting all the time.
(ominous orchestral music)
Do you have a moment?
Sure.
Thank you.
I'm actually not
here to buy a home.
Okay.
This is about my sister.
Her name is Lacey.
She left home a while ago.
There was an argument
with our mother,
and you know how
these things happen.
I guess I do.
I've had a few tiffs
with my mom, too.
Anyway, our mom
passed away last month,
and since Lacey worked in
real estate back in New York,
I've been making the rounds
of the brokerages here,
trying to find her.
I just wanted to tell her.
Thought maybe at least the
two of us could make peace.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I haven't had anyone named
Lacey apply for work here.
I wish I could help you.
Now, the friends who told me
she was moving to Minneapolis,
they thought she might
have changed her name.
This is her.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
I'm sorry, I
wish I could help.
Maybe, if you leave your number,
if I see her, I could call you.
Bless you.
(gentle piano music)
So, what made you choose
Minneapolis, anyway?
I don't know, my
mom and dad were gone,
I don't have any
brothers or sisters,
and my aunt moved out
West for the climate.
Why Minneapolis?
It wasn't Hartford, I guess.
That's not much of
a reason, is it?
Well, Hartford's
loss is our gain.
How'd you like
what you saw today?
The Institute of
Arts was fabulous.
I'd seen prints of
Gauguin's Tahitian Landscape
but the colors of the real
thing were so much more vivid!
Well, if you liked
that, there's still
the Weisman Museum to see,
and the Nairobi Minneapolis.
What about theater?
They say there's
something like 30 companies
playing at any given time.
Do you like theater?
I do.
I made it to New York last
year, to see "The Tea Room."
I loved it.
Did you see it?
Yes.
Actually, I knew the
actress, Heather Greco.
I met her, anyway, through some
mutual friends in the play.
Really?
Well, my cousin's an actress.
It's terrible what
happened to her.
Especially since they're saying
her death was probably murder.
Who's saying it was murder?
Oh, it's just a rumor.
You know how these things
get around in the press.
Well, people should learn
that rumors are dangerous.
People can get hurt.
What was she like?
(laughs)
I feel like I'm being
interviewed on a talk show.
(laughs)
We don't get to meet celebrities
much, where I'm from.
I guess I'm interested in
the kind of people you know,
what your life is like.
(laughs)
If I'm a celebrity,
then you really haven't
been getting around much.
(both laugh)
But let's see what
we can do about that.
Detective Sloane, please.
[Sloane] Hello.
Detective Sloane,
it's Lacey Farrell.
Right, how're
they treating you?
Fine, if you
don't mind giving up
absolutely everything
in your life.
Including all the little things.
I never knew how
important they were
until they took
them away from me.
I know, Lacey, I know.
You don't deserve it.
You were the victim.
Now, you're the one
who's suffering.
Now, but, listen.
We'll find this guy, and
then we'll get you back here.
All right?
I'm sorry to say this,
but you're the only one I trust
in this investigation, Sloane.
I need somebody to help me.
What can I do?
Ken Lynch, the radio
announcer in Heather's diary?
What do you have on him?
Lacey, this is a
police investigation.
You can't just go
butting around in it.
You have to leave that to
us and the Feds, all right?
If this guy's involved, just
imagine what he'll do to you.
Lacey Farrell is already dead.
There's not much more that
they can take away from me.
Lacey, please, for me, just
stay out of it, all right?
Our people have already
questioned Ken Lynch,
but I'll take another
crack at him, myself, okay?
Try and find out who's behind
all this, will you please?
Listen, it's my
number one priority.
(phone clicks in receiver)
I don't know.
Ever since we went out together,
I haven't been
able to reach her.
Is there something
we should know
about your eating habits, Ken?
(chuckles)
There's gotta be a way I
can get in touch with her.
Do you have her
address or anything?
Actually, I don't.
I thought it was strange,
but when she signed up,
she just gave a box number.
Listen, if she calls, ask
her to call me, will you?
Sure.
(sighing)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(cellphone rings)
Yes?
It's taking a little
longer than I thought.
She's smart enough to stay out
of the real estate
business, that's why.
Don't worry, I'm already
working another angle.
(phone beeping)
Excuse me.
Oh, Alice, Ken Lynch
was looking for you.
Oh, I'll have to
give him a call later.
Really?
Because he said he was
trying to reach you.
Well, nothing stays
secret in here, does it?
If somebody turns down
Ken Lynch, that's news.
I wouldn't want to
hurt his reputation.
(dog barks)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(shrieks)
Alice, Alice!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to scare you.
What are you doing here?
You wouldn't return my calls.
I followed you from the club.
You have to leave, Ken.
Why?
Tell me what's going on.
Why won't you talk to me?
I thought something
nice was starting.
Well, you thought wrong.
I can't see you, Ken.
Alice, what's wrong?
Are you seeing somebody?
That's none of your business.
Why all the damn secrecy?
Just leave me alone, please.
(door slams)
(emergency sirens wail)
(car horn beeps)
I don't even know
what I'm doing here.
I told you everything I knew
at the Greco
apartment that night.
Maybe I'll tell you some stuff
that I know that
even you don't know.
About your relationship
with Heather Greco.
Relationship?
Mm-hmm.
I'd hardly call what I had
with Heather Greco
a relationship.
Oh, that's not what
I've been hearing.
We went for dinner once.
We talked business.
Why didn't you tell us that
the night that
Chantal was murdered?
Tell you what?
That I knew Heather but
didn't know Chantal?
All right, so you
didn't know Chantal.
But you meet the daughter,
and a few months
later, she's dead.
And the mother just so happens
to call you to sell her place.
And then, the killer
just so happens
to call you to get
into that place.
I mean, what am I
supposed to make of that?
It's all coincidence.
Oh, no, no, no.
Coincidence is when
things are not connected.
As far as I'm concerned,
there are too many
connected things here
for me not to believe
that you're involved
in something.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Either you arrest me,
or let me go, detective.
I'm not going to talk
to you any further
without a lawyer present.
(machine beeps)
[Ken] Alice.
I'm sorry about last
night, let me explain.
Don't bother, he
explained everything.
(dramatic music crescendos)
(gasps)
Nowhere to hide, Lacey.
(screams)
(handgun fires)
(screams)
(gasps)
Hi.
[Blake] Hi.
Can I help you?
I hope so.
I'm actually trying
to find my sister.
Her name is Lacey,
and I believe she moved
here a short while ago.
Lacey had a fight with our
mother and left the family.
And our mom passed
away last month.
I'm looking for Lacey,
trying to patch things up.
She's a really physical girl.
I'm sure she'd be
joining a health club
wherever she is, so,
this is her.
I'd really appreciate any
help you could give me.
Gee, I'm really sorry,
but I haven't seen her.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
I'll get back to you.
Okay.
What was that all about?
Alice said she didn't have
any brothers or sisters.
(ominous music)
Like taking candy from a baby.
(engine revs)
Alice, Alice!
What the hell
are you doing here?
I need to talk to you.
Ken, just let it go.
You told me you didn't
have any brothers or sisters.
What are you talking about?
I just saw your brother.
Less than an hour
ago, at the club.
He was showing
your picture around
and asking questions about you.
My God.
(lock clicks open)
What is it?
What's going on?
Why are you so afraid?
You should have
stayed out of it, Ken.
He said your name was Lacey.
It is.
And he's your brother?
He's not my brother.
He's a murderer.
He killed Heather's mother.
I saw him do it.
I'm in Witness Protection, Ken.
What are you doing now?
Who are you calling?
It's a beeper for
a Federal Marshall.
It's an emergency number.
He'll know I'm in trouble.
Alice, Lacey, whatever.
If the police know,
then it's okay.
We just need to sit
tight and wait for them.
It's too late, he's here.
He'll find me.
Just wait for the police.
(shrieks)
(handgun fires)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(guns firing)
(grunting)
(gun firing)
Oh, my God!
I don't believe this.
I don't believe any of this.
You've seen him.
Now he's gonna be
after you, too.
All right, how can I help?
Do you know who
Heather's boyfriend was?
No.
She wrote that on the last
night you were all in Stowe,
she got a call from a boyfriend.
You don't know who it was?
Yeah, there was a call, but
it wasn't from the boyfriend.
It was somebody warning
her about the guy.
She didn't mention a name?
Uh, Holman or
something like that.
Man, the word man was
in there, somewhere?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I think so.
Uh, Holman, uh, Hoffman.
The guy's name was Hoffman.
Get yourself to the
nearest police station.
Tell them what's going on.
Tell them to contact a cop
named Sloane in New York.
He'll explain everything.
Come on!
Move it!
I need the next
flight out to New York.
No, wait, what do
you have for Boston?
I have a flight leaving
for Boston in 12 minutes.
That'll be fine.
Thanks.
(ominous orchestral music)
Detective Sloane, please.
(phone rings)
Hello.
Sloane, it's me.
He shot at the Marshall,
Marshall Svenson.
Yeah, I know.
He's in the hospital,
he'll be okay.
Listen, you gotta get
yourself to a police station.
No way.
How else are they
gonna protect you?
They're all doing such a
good job protecting me so far.
What are you gonna do?
I'm coming home.
All right, I'll meet ya.
I'll call you when I get in.
(ominous orchestral music)
Lacey!
Lacey!
That gives me what,
like half an hour?
Thank you, here.
Excuse me.
It's me.
She's on the run.
Her weak point's her family.
Trust me, she's running
home to New York.
Yeah, I'll call
you when I get in.
(ominous orchestral music)
Thank you.
(techno music)
Lacey Farrell is on
her way back to the city.
Now, every minute
she's on her own,
she's a walking target
for a professional killer.
At the present, all we can do
is cover her known
contacts here in the city.
These are composite
photos of David Blake.
He's been known
to use disguises,
so be cautious of anybody
approaching the
surveillance police.
The file's here,
hand out assignments.
(officers murmur)
Call me, huh?
(car horn beeps)
Tim, I don't know how
to thank you for this.
Ms. Farrell, it's nothing.
Look, I heard what
you went through
after Mrs. Greco's murder.
(sighing)
You need to catch a break here.
You got that
right, look at me.
Mr. Greco gave
orders that no one
was to show this apartment,
ever since Mrs. Greco's death.
Now, you should be safe here
for a couple of weeks, at least.
Hopefully, what I have
to do won't take that long.
(sighing)
Are you sure
you'll be all right?
I'll be fine, thank you.
Okay.
(lock clicks)
Pretend you don't
see her, my heart
Although she is
coming our way
Pretend you don't
need her, my heart
But smile, and
pretend to be gay
It's too late for
running, my heart
Chin up if the
tears start to fall
Look somewhere above her
Pretend you don't love her
Pretend you don't
see her at all
(phone rings)
Greco.
[Lacey] Mr. Greco,
it's Lacey Farrell.
Ms. Farrell, we have to talk.
Where are you?
I can't tell you, and
I can't talk for long.
I found out something new
about your wife and
daughter's murders.
Go ahead, I'm listening.
It has something to do
with a man called Hoffman.
John Hoffman worked
for me at the restaurant
for 20 years.
He quit just after
Heather's death.
I need to speak to him.
You can't, he's dead.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Was he married?
His widow still lives
at the same place.
Mr. Greco, I need the address.
Two Adams Place, and
her name is Denise.
Hello, hello?
What was all that about?
I don't know, I just
know that Farrell girl
got herself into more trouble
than she can possibly know.
Thanks.
Thanks.
(phone rings)
[Sloane] Detective Sloane.
Sloane?
Where are you?
Sloane, I think
I'm on to something.
Where the hell are you?
I'm going to see
someone who might know
who Heather Greco was seeing
at the time of her death.
The man she was so afraid of.
Lacey, you're a
target out there.
Let us help you.
I have to do it this way.
As soon as I get what
I need, I'll call you.
(dial tone humming)
(dramatic orchestral music)
Yeah, I just received
a call on this line.
I need the location
of the caller.
Yeah, I think it
was a pay phone.
All right, thank you.
Come on, we're on the move!
(knocking on door)
(locks click)
Can I help you?
Mrs. Hoffman, my
name is Lacey Farrell.
Yes, what's this about?
I need to talk to you
about your husband
and Heather Greco.
I have nothing to say to you.
Please, Mrs. Hoffman, I
don't mean you any harm.
I just need some information.
I don't know anything.
I don't want to know anything.
You have to go.
I have nowhere to go.
Someone is trying to kill me.
And I think it's the same person
who killed Heather
and Chantal Greco.
They killed my husband, too.
All because of the Grecos.
I don't wanna die.
This has to stop, and I think
you are the person
who can make it stop.
Please, help me.
(lock clicks)
Come in and sit down.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
John worked as the
maitre d' for Jimmy Greco
for over 20 years.
He loved Jimmy like a brother
and Heather Greco like
she was his own daughter.
What happened?
Business was changing.
John felt that,
with Jimmy trying
to get the casino
off of the ground,
he was losing sight
of the restaurant,
and also felt that Jimmy
was getting himself involved
with the wrong crowd.
Who, his investors?
I don't know, John
wouldn't tell me.
All he said was to keep my
mouth shut and stay out of it.
He said whoever it
was was too dangerous.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(car screeches)
Yeah, this is it!
There's a lot of houses here.
We can't cover all of them.
All right, I'll
call for backup.
We'll canvas the
whole neighborhood.
Please think.
Is there anything else
your husband mentioned
about this man?
Nothing, just that it
was someone close to Jimmy,
the last person Jimmy
would ever suspect.
My God, it all makes sense.
It's why Heather kept the
relationship a secret.
Excuse me, I need
to use your phone.
(gasping)
(clattering)
Is there anyone
else living here?
(Mrs. Hoffman screams)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(gun firing)
(screams)
Run!
(gun clatters)
Nah, nah, nah!
[Sloane] Don't make
this hard on yourself.
Give it to me.
Get up!
(shouts)
Let's go!
Come on.
Move it, Blake.
It's all over now.
It's not over,
Sloane, not yet.
(lock clicks)
All this time, I
didn't even think
you knew the combination.
You know the funny thing, Steve.
I would have given you
anything you wanted, anything.
You didn't have to kill
my little girl for it.
(laughs)
Jimmy, you got it all wrong.
I was just coming up for a file.
I noticed the safe was open.
I was just making sure
the receipts were all
right, that's all.
Don't waste a breath.
I just got a call
from the Farrell girl.
She told me it was you.
I didn't want to believe it.
But then I called the
partners in Atlantic City.
They said they'd given advances
they'd never gotten
receipts for.
They told me you handled the
transactions and told them
that I was too busy
to deal with it.
You were too busy, Jimmy.
You're always too busy.
I carried the ball
for you, like always.
Heather, and John, Chantal.
How many more would
you have killed, Steve?
You gonna kill me next?
I'm outta here.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(grunting)
(grunting)
Enough!
(sirens wail)
(peaceful piano music)
Well, here we are, door to door.
How's that for service?
I'm home, I'm really home.
(sighing)
I can hardly believe it's over.
I can hardly believe
I have my life back.
Well, it wouldn't've happened
if you hadn't put
the pieces together.
I guess, I just, I just
keep thinking about Blake.
He never would've given up
coming after me, would he?
No, no, no, guys like him
don't stop till the job is done.
Do you think they'll
put him away forever?
(sighs)
What?
Baldwin's already
made a deal with him.
Everything he knows
about Steve Smith
and his connections
in Atlantic City,
in exchange for a trip
through the Witness
Protection program.
Great.
Do you think they'll give
him my old apartment?
For guys like Baldwin,
the whole thing is a deal.
You know it's just another
step to the Governor's office.
How about you?
You gonna go back
into real estate, or--
I guess so,
it's what I do, it's
what I'm good at.
But I was thinking I might
make a trip to Minneapolis.
See how Marshall
Svenson is doing.
Oh, he's doing
great, doing great.
Thanks to that
bullet-proof vest.
Oh, thank goodness.
And there are a few people there
who I'd like to
meet all over again.
As Lacey Farrell, this time.
Thank you.
Thank you, Sloane for
never giving up on me.
Oh, come on, all
in a day's work.
No, that's all right.
I know the way out.
(light orchestral music)
(sighs)
(light orchestral music)
(all chattering)
[Kit] What is that?
[Bonnie] Mom, mom,
look what I got?
It looks so cool.
Oh, my goodness.
(chimes ringing)
Lacey!
Aunt Lacey!
(laughs)
I knew you wouldn't
miss my birthday.
Pretend you don't
see her, my heart
Welcome back.
Although she's
coming our way
Pretend you don't
need her, my heart
(dramatic electronic music)
with you like this,
I feel better already.
Ooh, what I would
have given to hear that
from you when you were 16!
Well, you handled the
troubled teen pretty well.
Oooh, maybe it
looked that way.
I just remember it
as controlled panic.
I don't know.
It, maybe that's why I
had to see you today.
I mean, maybe that troubled
teen is not far off.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
It's complicated.
A man?
No, it's more than
just a guy problem.
It's connected on
so many levels.
I don't know how to get out.
Heather, what's going on?
Can we go for a
coffee or something?
Mmm.
Let's just go
and try Rolanda's.
(tires screeching)
(screams)
(dramatic music)
Oh, my God!
Somebody, help me, please!
Please, help me!
(siren wailing)
Pretend you don't
see her, my heart
Although she's
coming our way
Pretend you don't
need her, my heart
But smile and
pretend to be gay
It's too late for
running, my heart
Chin up, if the
tears start to fall
look somewhere above her
pretend you don't love her
Pretend you don't
see her at all
Pretend you don't
see her my heart
Although she is
coming our way
Pretend you don't
need her, my heart
But smile and
pretend to be gay
It's too late for
running, my heart
Chin up, if the
tears start to fall
Look somewhere above her
Pretend you don't love her
Jerry, you heard
me the first time.
7th Avenue and 23rd
for under 1.2 mil.
Two bedrooms, two
baths, 1700 square feet.
Taxes and maintenance
are under 20 a year.
Jerry?
Jerry, this is not a
deal you think about.
This is a deal you pounce
on and grab with two hands.
By the time this listing
gets to the street,
somebody else will
already be moving in.
Okay, I'll set up
a viewing at 11.
Bring your checkbook.
All right, I think I've
got a taker on 2527.
What took you so long?
You've had that listing
for a whole 45 minutes.
Oh, well, you're
right, I'm slipping.
Well, before you
slip any further,
I have another listing for you.
A gift.
Oh, I've heard that before.
No, seriously.
How does a two-bedroom apartment
at 107 East 70th sound?
Like I've already
made the sale.
The woman selling is
named Chantal Greco.
The apartment is owned
by her daughter, Heather.
The actress?
Who was killed in
the hit-and-run?
Mm-hmm.
I saw her in "The Tea Room,"
on Broadway last year.
She was really great.
The mom says she wants
to sell the apartment
as soon as possible.
So she'll be there for
the next couple of hours.
I'm on my way.
I'll check in after
the inspection.
And, Rick, thanks.
Yeah.
For the queen of Manhattan
real estate, anything.
(car horn honking)
Thanks.
Ms. Farrell, back again.
Not content until you sell
every apartment in the building?
It's all part
of the plan, Tim.
I'm here to see Chantal Greco.
She's thinking of selling.
Yeah, Penthouse Six.
Nice woman, Mrs. Greco.
Pity what happened
to her daughter.
I hope you can help her out.
Me, too.
Thanks.
[Mrs. Greco]
Thank you for coming
by so quickly, Ms. Farrell.
No problem.
I'm happy to help.
It's a beautiful apartment.
It's a shame you have to sell.
I didn't really want to.
It's more my ex-husband's idea.
He thinks I'm obsessing
on our daughter's death.
He thinks selling the apartment
will be healthier for me.
He thinks it'll help me forget.
I know it's something
you'll never forget,
but sometimes it is
better to try to move on.
Maybe.
If it had been an accident.
But the truth of it is
my daughter was murdered
right in front of my very eyes.
(dramatic orchestral music)
How do I move on from that?
I'm sorry.
I didn't know.
You wouldn't.
Nobody believes them
when I tell them.
Not the police, not
Heather's father.
Nobody.
How can you be so sure?
He came up onto the
sidewalk right at us.
He wasn't out of control.
He knew what he was doing.
But why?
I don't know.
But something was
going on with Heather.
Something that scared her.
She was going to
tell me that day.
She never got the chance.
I found her journal
this morning.
And I've been reading it,
trying to make some
sense of it all.
When I told Jimmy about it,
he said I should
burn the journal.
Along with everything else.
You think I'm crazy, too.
No, I don't
think you're crazy.
But I don't know how you'd
ever prove what you believe.
Maybe Jimmy's right.
Maybe it's best I
sell this place.
[Lacey] Well, there's
something I can help you with.
(car horn beeps)
Hi!
Aunt Lacey's here!
[Lacey] Hello!
Aunt Lacey!
Oh!
(laughs)
I missed you so
much last weekend!
You didn't come for dinner!
I know, I was stuck at work.
You're always working.
Well, it sure feels
that way, doesn't it?
But I'm here now, so
let's go find your mom.
Kit, you should have
seen this poor woman.
She was so broken up.
Like Mom after Dad died.
Poor thing.
Poor thing?
Do you know who
her ex-husband is?
Jimmy Greco.
Owns the Venezia
Restaurant downtown
and he's halfway home to getting
his own casino license
in Atlantic City.
I mean, these people
could buy and sell us.
Not everything's
about money, Jay.
That's what people
who have money say.
She lost her daughter.
Oh, and because we
feel sorry for her,
you're going to give
her back your fees?
(dramatic orchestral music)
Money, money, money.
I'm so sorry about Jay.
Ever since his
business went off--
It's okay.
I know.
Listen, I'll call you tomorrow.
Okay.
You aren't going to leave
without saying good-bye?
Not on your life, kiddo.
As a matter of fact,
if mom doesn't mind,
I was going to come
up and tuck you in.
Be careful she
doesn't rope you
into reading a bedtime story.
I'll take my chances,
come on, hop on.
Giddy-up!
Just one story!
Good night!
(chuckling)
(phone ringing)
Hi, this is Lacey.
Chantal Greco says
you got along great.
Says you filled her
with confidence.
All part of the service.
Listen, I've got
some more good news.
I got a call from Keller,
Roland and Smythe.
They've got an executive
being relocated to the city.
He needs to find
a place real fast.
The Greco apartment
fits his wish list,
and price seems to be no object.
Great, do you have a name?
[Ryan] Curtis Caldwell.
He's already set up to meet
you there at 10 tomorrow.
A lot of people are apprehensive
about moving to New York,
but it's really not
as scary as it seems.
This is nice.
Lots of space.
My wife would love it.
What's the asking on this?
Well, they're asking 950,
but they're looking to sell,
so I think if you offer
anything over 900,
you might have a deal.
And just wait until
you see the bedroom.
[Chantal] Lacey?
Chantal?
I didn't realize you were here.
My God, Lacey, she
really was in trouble!
(suspenseful orchestral music)
I'll bring back my
client another time.
No, I think I've
changed my mind.
I'm not selling.
I'm sorry, did you hear?
I don't know what to say.
It's a little confusing.
I'll try and get
her to reconsider.
That'd be great.
It's exactly what
I'm looking for.
Now, this is something
I never thought I'd see.
Lacey Farrell talking
about giving up a sale.
I don't know.
Maybe Chantal really isn't ready
to give up her memories
of her daughter.
Or maybe there really was
more to Heather's death.
Oh no, not you, too.
You should have seen
her with that journal.
It was as if she was
getting confirmation
of everything she believed.
Lacey, you're
not a psychologist.
You're a real estate agent.
Hey, you should know
that sometimes in this job
you have to be
part psychologist.
(phone rings)
All right, don't worry.
I won't get too involved.
[Rick] Good.
Now go and make that sale.
(phones ring)
(taps phone keypad)
(phone ringing)
[Chantal] Hello.
Hello, Chantal, it's Lacey.
I was wondering if you would
reconsider selling
the apartment.
It's just that Mr.
Caldwell was really excited
when he saw the place, and--
I've found something
in the journal,
and it's finally
starting to make sense.
I'm sure Heather
was murdered now,
and I don't know who to go to.
Lacey, I need help.
Chantal, it's all right.
Just sit tight.
I'll come by as
quickly as I can.
(phone clicks in receiver)
[Heather] Sometimes I
think he might just kill me
just to keep me quiet.
Lacey?
(dramatic music crescendos)
(screams)
(muffled shooting)
(footsteps echo)
(elevator bell rings)
Chantal!
Chantal.
Hold on, Chantal.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Tell them to hurry, please.
Journal.
Take it.
Show Jimmy.
Nobody else.
Please, swear.
I swear, I swear.
Okay, it's all right.
Just hold on.
Chantal?
(all chattering)
(siren wailing)
Her ex-husband is Jimmy Greco.
He owns the Venezia Restaurant.
I don't know about
any other family.
And you said that the
last time you spoke to her,
she was very concerned.
She said she
knew something more
about her daughter's death.
Or why.
So she suggested that this
fellow Caldwell was the killer.
She didn't get a chance to
tell me who she suspected.
What else did she say?
Nothing.
She said it was all
in Heather's journal.
I saw Caldwell run out with it.
And you have no idea
what was in there?
Could I have a glass of water?
I'm not feeling very well.
Sure.
(mysterious music pulses)
(singing in foreign language)
Mr. Counselor,
enjoying the pescadora?
Good.
I'll be calling you.
Good.
Mrs. Molinaro,
beautiful as always.
The boys are treating you good?
They're going to bring you
a little something
special afterwards.
Oh, how lovely.
Jimmy, there's a call.
Greco.
Yeah, Mr. Greco.
I'm Detective Sloane.
Something's happened.
I'm afraid your wife's
been hurt pretty bad.
I'm gonna need you to come down
to your daughter's apartment.
I'll be right down.
Thank you.
(ominous orchestral music)
(glass shatters)
It's pretty good.
I think the eyes
were further apart.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Yeah, that's pretty good.
You were right, she knew.
I know.
Listen, we've got
a few problems.
The pages are missing.
You think I don't know that?
There's something else.
The real estate
woman, she saw me.
Stop worrying, will you?
I know what to do.
I'll take care of her.
It's my butt on the line.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Like I said, we
do a lot of business
with Keller, Roland and Smythe.
That's why I didn't question it
when the girl called to
make the appointment.
Right, well, we've
already called them,
and they've never heard
of anybody named Caldwell.
And nobody from their office
has called you in the past week.
I didn't dream
the call, detective.
Somebody knows we do
business with them.
All right, well, if we
have any more questions,
I'll call you, Mr. Parker.
Thanks for coming down.
Lacey, how're you doing?
It's like it's not real.
It's like it's happening
to somebody else.
Listen, if you need
anything, you call me, okay?
Look, there's something
we're gonna have to deal with.
This was not a robbery.
This guy was a pro.
The only thing that screwed
it up was your arrival.
And you're the only one
who can ID the killer.
That worries me.
So what do I do now?
I don't know.
For the short term, I'm gonna
assign you some protection,
and hopefully we'll
be able to get him.
And if you can't?
Let's cross that bridge
when we come to it, okay?
See that she gets home,
and have them call
me when she arrives.
Sure.
(dramatic orchestral music)
[Reporter] In a luxury
apartment at 107 East 70th--
Mom, Mom, come quick!
Aunt Lacey is on TV!
[Reporter] Police would not
comment on her involvement
but say they are
interviewing a witness.
Oh my God!
[Reporter] Victim
Chantal Greco--
(phone rings)
Kit?
Honey, are you all right?
I'm fine, I'm fine.
I just saw you on TV.
I didn't see the news.
They said that
there was a witness.
Somebody who can
identify the killer.
Honey, were you
the one who saw it?
It was, it was me.
Oh, my God.
You know, I'm fine.
I'm fine, really.
I wanna come over, but
Jay's not here, and--
Stay where you are.
Really, I'm fine.
Kiss Bonnie for me.
I will.
Take care.
(mysterious music)
(gasping)
(water runs)
(sobs)
(buttons beep)
(copier whirs)
[Steve] I'm very sorry.
Mr. Greco isn't
seeing anyone today.
I need to talk to him.
I understand,
but I'm very sorry.
[Lacey] It's about his wife.
(singing in foreign language)
Follow me.
One moment.
Jimmy, somebody here to
talk to you about Chantal.
Okay.
Please.
Please take a seat.
What do you have
to tell me, Miss--
Farrell, Lacey Farrell.
I'm a real estate agent.
I was selling Heather's
apartment for Chantal.
I don't care about the
apartment right now, Ms. Farrell.
I thought this
was about Chantal.
It is.
I was with her when she died,
when she was killed.
She gave me a message.
She said it was only for you.
Go on.
This is from
Heather's journal.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Chantal said she'd found proof
that Heather was murdered.
And that if you read that,
you'll know who did it.
There's a lot of stuff
that's blacked out here.
I'm sorry.
It's her blood.
Her last words to give
these pages to you.
I thought she was crazy.
But I guess I was the one who
wasn't seeing things clearly.
Thank you.
Steve, get a cab
for Ms. Farrell.
And Steve, check her out.
(suspenseful music)
Oh!
(gasps)
(breathing heavily)
[Sloane] I take these
things very seriously.
I'm sorry that I
didn't tell you before.
But I promised her I'd
get them to her husband.
Yeah, well if there's
anything in these damn pages
that's relevant to
Chantal Greco's murder,
you might have just
provided our killer
with some nice lead
time to disappear.
I'm sorry.
I promised.
You had no right
to keep that promise.
All right?
I don't know how it works
downtown, Ms. Farrell,
but here, if you lie to me,
the next real estate
you're gonna be looking at
is a door with bars on it.
Now, is there anything else?
That's everything she gave me.
Sloane,
you're not going
to believe this.
Try me.
The guy who hit her
was wearing gloves,
but they must have ripped.
He left a clean
right index print
on the doorknob
of the apartment.
And you got a match?
That's the wacky part.
The guy the print matches
has been dead for two years.
David Blake.
Contract hitter.
Supposedly died in a boat
explosion two years ago.
Mm-hmm.
Maybe somebody died
in that explosion.
But it wasn't David Blake.
Is this the man who
killed Chantal Greco?
He's different.
Of course.
He's had some work
done on his face,
right after he
faked his own death.
Lacey, you are the only
person who can identify him.
Now, there'll be some changes
in your lifestyle for a while,
but our highest priority
is going to be your safety.
(dramatic orchestral music)
[Bonnie] Hey, Mom,
Aunt Lacey's here!
[Lacey] Hey, come here!
Aunt Lacey!
(gun firing)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(gun firing)
(grunting)
Oh, my God!
(music cresendos)
(sirens wail)
(voices buzz over intercom)
(phone rings)
[Woman] Paging Dr. Bender.
Paging Dr. Bender.
How is she?
It was close, but she's okay.
The doctor said
she's gonna be fine.
Kids heal fast, and
they forget fast, too.
Come on.
She wants to see you.
I'll talk to you
later, sweetie.
Aunt Lacey, I knew you'd come.
I had to make
sure those doctors
were taking care of you, right?
I'm okay, but
my shoulder hurts.
Oh, baby.
It's not so bad.
The doctor said he can make it
so there wouldn't be a scar.
But I don't want him to.
I want to show my friends.
You might want to
think twice about that.
Do you think they're going to
keep me here for a long time?
Long enough for me to
organize some ice cream runs.
Aunt Lacey, why did that
bad person try to hurt you?
It's because of
something I saw him do.
He doesn't want me to help
the police to catch him.
Are you going to
help the police?
Of course.
They're going to
catch him, aren't they?
Yes, Bonnie.
They will.
Are you scared?
Only when I thought
you were hurt.
Don't worry about me.
You just get better.
We still have your
birthday party to plan.
I'll be right back.
(chattering over intercom)
Now we're all in the
middle of this craziness.
Oh, Jay, I didn't think--
Yeah, that's the
problem, nobody thinks.
Stop it, Jay,
you're being stupid.
Lacey, excuse me.
There've been some new
developments in the case.
I'm gonna have to ask
you to come with us.
(phone rings)
I'll be right there.
I'll call you.
Oh, okay.
(phones ring)
Made a lot of waves
at the Attorney General's
office, Ms. Farrell.
David Blake, the man you
knew as Curtis Caldwell,
was at the time of
his supposed death
number three on the
FBI's Most Wanted list.
He's currently
number one on mine.
And as the only person who
can identify Blake's new face,
that makes you a
valuable witness.
I don't want to be
a valuable witness.
I just want to get
on with my life,
forget about all this.
Do you think Blake's
gonna let you forget?
Our suspicion is
that he's killed
25 people in the last 10 years
and I can promise you
he'll have no qualms
about making that 26.
What are you saying to me?
We've decided to put you in
the Witness Protection program
until such time as we
apprehend David Blake.
You mean I'll
have to leave town?
Leave everything and anything
that can help Blake
track you down
and jeopardize my case.
Your case?
I thought we were
talking about my life.
Both happen to be the
same issue at this point.
I'm not going anywhere.
Lacey, you have no choice.
There's no way we can
protect you 24 hours a day,
if you stay here.
Where can you protect me?
(dramatic orchestral music)
Lacey, I'm afraid this is
going to have to stay here.
There's no personal photos,
no monogrammed clothing,
nothing that would give
away who you really are.
Your life could depend on it.
Have you managed to
figure out anything
from Heather Greco's
journal pages?
Not yet.
The pages were covered in blood.
We're trying to
lift the stains now.
There must be something.
No.
We interviewed everyone she
was with, in the last few days.
They were all cooperative,
but they were all alibied.
(sighing)
Lacey, could I ask you
something about your boss?
Rick?
Mm-hmm.
What about him?
Couple of things
have been bugging me.
He told you he got the
call from the law firm,
Keller, Roland and Smythe,
about Caldwell
wanting the apartment.
We do a lot of
business with them, so--
But who would know
to use their name,
or who would have an intimate
knowledge of your company?
Maybe someone at
Keller, Roland and Smythe.
Did Rick have anything
to do with the Greco girl?
Not professionally.
I can't believe Rick
would be involved in this.
Lacey, somebody used you
to get Caldwell
into that apartment.
(sighing)
Look, for what it's worth,
I'm gonna do my best to
help you get your life back.
I don't know what's gonna be
like without you around here.
(crying)
Could you give me a moment?
I'd just like to take
a last look around.
Okay.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Lacey, there's no easy
way for me to tell you
what you're going to go through.
You see, who you
are is a product
of everything that you do
in your life on this planet.
Friends, family,
school, work, hobbies.
But as of 24 hours ago,
those don't exist anymore.
Your continued survival
rests on our ability
to hide you so completely that
the man who's hunting you,
with whatever
resources he may have,
will not be able to find you.
It also rests on your ability
to dive into your new identity
so fully that nobody you meet
or come into contact with
in your new life
will notice anything
to make them believe that you
are not exactly who
you say you are.
So, from now on,
when you see a reflection
of Lacey Farrell
in a store window
or in a mirror,
you have to look away
because that's no longer you.
It's like that old
Jerry Vale song,
"Pretend You Don't See Her."
Now, do you think that
you can do that, Lacey?
I don't know.
Well, I'd be pretty worried
if you had answered
any other way.
Okay, let's get to work.
Your name is Alice Carroll.
You were born in Hartford,
Connecticut, August 23rd, 1971.
(camera clicks)
Your mother's name
was Sarah Amber King,
and your father was
Jordan Edgar Carroll.
They both died in a car accident
when you were 10 years old.
You were raised by
your aunt Theresa
and lived at 615 Burton
Street in downtown Hartford,
and your high school
and university
were spent in boarding
school in London, England.
(opera music)
(singing in foreign language)
(light knocking at door)
Jimmy, it's almost five.
We have the investor
meeting tonight.
There was somebody
she was scared of.
But I can't figure
out who it is.
Look, Jimmy, there is no
easy way for me to say this.
The investors are
getting a little anxious.
We got 30 mill on the line here.
I haven't lost
sight of the business.
That's something I never do.
I know.
I just, I just feel what
you're going through,
and I just wish
I could help you.
You wanna help me, Steve,
you put the word
out on the street.
I wanna know who did
this to my family.
Let them know I'll
be more than generous
to whoever helps me out on this.
I'm on it.
And Steve?
Yeah?
I asked you to check
out Lacey Farrell.
I want to know
everything you found out.
I think there's a chance she
knows more than she told me.
Or told the cops.
Alice Carroll,
215 Burton Street,
Hartford, Connecticut.
06, ugh.
(mumbles)
(knocking on door)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(screaming)
Like they say, Miss,
"You can run, but
you can't hide."
(gun firing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(gasps)
I told you not to worry.
I've taken people out of
Witness Protection before.
The Feds think
they've got it cooked,
but people always
give themselves away.
Dumb creatures of habit.
All right.
(airplane roars)
[Woman] Southwest
Airlines flight 207-20
is now at gate, approaching.
Southwest Airlines
flight 207-20.
How was the trip?
The usual.
She's all yours now.
Good luck, Alice.
[Svenson] Here.
I'll take this.
Where are we going?
Name's Svenson.
I'll be your contact
here in Minneapolis.
I'll help you get
settled in your new life.
Is your name really Svenson?
You don't think I'd choose
a name like that, do you?
(dramatic orchestral music)
Well, here we are.
Home, sweet home.
You have to be kidding.
(door clicking)
I'll let you get
settled a day or two
before we start trying
to get you a job.
Until you've got
yourself settled,
we've got you a
regular allowance.
I know it's not much.
You're probably used to
paying more than that
for a pair of shoes.
But the rent's covered and
it's walking around money.
Is there anyone
else here who knows?
Nobody.
And anybody you meet from now on
is only going to know
you as Alice Carroll.
Over the next couple of months,
you're gonna find yourself
becoming a pretty good liar.
Every time somebody asks you
about some aspect of
Alice Carroll's life,
you're going to come
up with an answer.
If there's a mythical boyfriend,
think of a real guy
you knew at one point,
or wanted to be with,
remembering details about that guy,
the way he moves, talks, looks
will help make your story
more credible and consistent.
You seem to know
a lot about lying.
Well, that's the
job right now, Alice.
Mine and yours.
What about my family?
When can I call them?
I'll set up a secure
connection once a week.
Until then, you're on
your own here, Alice.
Try to enjoy it.
I promise, the time
will go smoother.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Why did all this
happen, Heather?
Who killed you?
Who stole my life from me?
[Heather] I guess this weekend
was when I knew it was all over.
I've had the feeling he
was using me for a while,
but now I'm sure of it.
There were a bunch of
us up at Stowe, skiing.
Ginny, Joy Moore, Ken
Lynch, Gary Kroll.
Then afterwards he came
up, wanting us to be alone.
That was no more true
than anything else
he's ever said to me.
Okay, so who's "he"?
[Heather] Ginny and Gary
came back to New York,
and Ken had to come home
for his radio show today.
That's when I got a call from--
Man?
Manhattan?
Someone she knows in town?
What were they warning
you about, Heather?
[Heather] Now that I
know what I know about him,
I'm even more afraid.
He's angry that I won't see him
and scared that I'll
talk to my father.
Sometimes I think he
might just kill me
just to keep me quiet.
(siren wails)
Sloane, congratulate
me on my hard work.
Well, usually I wait
until I hear the results.
(laughs)
I think your hunch
on Rick Parker,
Lacey's boss, might pan out.
I've been running
Parker's social contacts,
and it turns out
he was on the board
of the Forbidden
Theater Company.
Heather Greco was
a principal player
in the troupe last season.
Parker had to know her.
That's a long walk
from what he told us
last time around, isn't it?
Still, he wasn't
mentioned in her journal.
We'd have a hard time
making a solid connection.
Well, maybe it's
time for you and I
to do a little detective
work on Mr. Rick Parker.
Okay, here's the drill.
This phone is connected
to a bounce network.
It'll go through five cities
before it hits New York again.
There's no way for
anybody to trace
where this call is coming
from unless you tell them.
I understand.
Remember.
No matter how close
your sister is,
no hints, no local
references, the weather,
nothing that would give
away your location.
What am I supposed
to tell her?
The good news that
I can't get a job
because I don't
have any references,
or about all my friends?
That I'm trying to break into
a new city and not being able
not to be truthful
with any of them?
Alice, nobody
said this was easy.
Just try to hang in there.
Remember, it's
hard on them, too,
so try to keep up a good front.
I'll be right here,
in case you need me.
(phone beeps and dials)
(line rings)
[Kit] Hello?
Kit?
Oh, Lacey, oh, my God.
It's so good to hear your voice.
It's good to hear yours, too.
Are you okay?
Do you have everything you need?
Yeah, everything except
for you and Bonnie.
It's tough, trying to keep
myself together sometimes.
It's all so weird.
For me, too.
For the first time I
feel so cut off from you.
I don't know what
you're experiencing.
I don't even know what the
weather's like where you are.
You know I can't
tell you anything, Kit.
I know, it's just--
I know.
How's Bonnie?
Oh, she's right here, pulling
the phone out of my hand.
(laughs)
[Bonnie] Aunt Lacey?
Hi, kiddo, how's school?
It sucks.
I miss you.
I miss you, too.
I hope I don't have
to be here too long.
You're still going to be back
for my birthday, aren't you?
Oh, I wouldn't miss that!
Do you promise?
(dramatic orchestral music)
Oh, Bonnie, I've
gotta go now, okay?
I'll try and call you next week?
Okay.
I love you, Aunt Lacey.
I love you, too.
Tell Mommy I'll call her later.
Bye.
Bye.
Hel--
(dialtone drones)
Pretend you don't
see her, my heart
Although she's
coming our way
(englne revs)
Pretend you don't
need her, my heart
But smile and
pretend to be gay
Thanks.
You're welcome.
You thinking of buying a house?
No, I just like to keep
up with local prices.
My boyfriend and
me are thinking
about buying on the east side.
Maybe a condo or something.
A condo's okay for now,
but if the market shifts,
it won't hold its value.
You'd be better off looking
at St. Paul, Midway District.
You can still find
a three bedroom
with property for under 100.
Wow, you sure
sound like you know
what you're talking about.
Are you a real estate
agent or something?
Me?
No, my dad was.
I guess it runs in the family.
(laughs)
[Ken] Hi, this is Ken Lynch
on your lunchtime show at WQUV.
What do you think of
this weather, folks?
Isn't it great?
Well, you better enjoy
it while it lasts,
'cause you know what's coming.
[Heather] There were a bunch
of us up at Stowe, skiing.
Ginny, Joy Moore, Ken
Lynch, Gary Kroll.
Ginny and Gary came
back to New York,
and Ken had to come home
for his radio show today.
[Ken] It's just around
the corner, you know,
and if you want to
work up some body heat,
then the best way to
do it is to join me
at the Twin Times Gym.
Woah, that was a sneaky way
to sneak in a sponsor's plug.
Excuse me.
Do you know where the
Twin Times Gym is?
(phone rings)
Hello?
Mrs. Gray, my
name is Jimmy Greco.
We have never met.
Your sister gave me
something from my wife.
I have spent hours trying to
make sense of it, but I can't.
Lacey never discussed
anything like that
with me, Mr. Greco.
I see, but your sister
might know something
about what happened to my wife.
Something she doesn't
even realize is important,
you know some clue as
to who she suspected.
If you want me to tell you
how to get in contact with her,
I can't do that.
I mean, even if I wanted to.
I see.
But if you do hear
from your sister,
please, please tell
her what I said.
Okay.
And by the way, would
you and your husband
like to have lunch
with me tomorrow?
Oh, I don't know.
Well, just think about it.
And let me know.
Okay.
Thank you.
Who was that?
That was Jimmy Greco.
He wanted to get in
touch with Lacey.
Guess he's not the only one.
He invited us
to lunch tomorrow,
but I don't know
if we should go.
Are you kidding?
Free meal at the owner's table?
Sweetheart, we don't
get to rub shoulders
with people like that very much.
And with his new casino opening,
maybe he'll need some people
who know what they're doing.
Maybe all this trouble
we got into lately
can turn out to be profitable.
(sighs)
(ambulance siren wails)
No, no, thank you.
No, I'll get back to you if
I have any more questions.
Oh, yeah.
Who was that?
That was Heather
Greco's agent.
Seems Heather was
having some problems
with contract negotiations,
and it seemed to get better
when she had a private dinner
with one of the board members.
Let me guess.
Rick Parker.
Found him very charming.
Did the agent
say anything else
about an ongoing relationship?
No, didn't say where
it went from there,
so maybe we should
go ask Mr. Parker.
And on the lower level,
you'll find the pool,
whirlpool and the steam room.
Looks really well-equipped.
I'm glad you have the free
weights as well as the machines.
Any kind of work-out
you want to do, Alice,
you can do here.
Can I ask how you found
out about our club?
I was listening to WUQV,
and the announcer
was talking about it.
Ken Lynch.
Right.
Ken comes in every night
at five, after his shift.
And in case you're wondering,
yes, he is as cute as he sounds.
Well, that sounds like
I'll be here about five.
Great.
Where do I sign?
Here and here.
[Lacey] I joined a gym today.
Well, that's good.
Do you feel better?
I feel like I'm doing
something, anyway.
Lacey, I can't take
much more of this,
not knowing where you are.
Every time I hear
about an earthquake,
a plane crash or a fire,
I wonder if you're in it,
I wonder if you're okay.
Kit, we've been
through all this.
I know, I know, I know.
You can't tell me
where you're at.
But can you at least
give me a hint?
You realize anything I
tell you could get me killed?
I won't breathe
a word to anybody.
(sighs)
You remember where Daddy
did his basic training?
I might be somewhere near there.
(sighs)
Thank you.
I won't say a word to anybody.
I'll be thinking about you.
Me, too.
Send my love to Bonnie.
Okay.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(phone beeping)
(sighing)
You okay?
What do you want
me to say, Svenson?
No, I'm not okay.
Alice.
Don't call me that.
I'm not Alice.
My name is Lacey Farrell.
Just because I happened to be
in the wrong place
at the wrong time,
and I happened to see some
monster kill Chantal Greco,
you people have taken everything
and everyone I ever
cared about away from me.
Think about what
you're saying.
We didn't take those
things away from you.
Oh, no?
It was David Blake.
(sighing)
All I know is that I'm here,
living in some
rundown apartment,
always alone, always scared,
and he's out there on
the street somewhere,
free as a bird, and
it makes me mad.
Excuse me.
Excuse me?
Uh, sorry to bother you.
Do you know how to
set the timer on this?
Uh, you hit function
twice to get to the time,
and then you put in
the time and hit enter.
These things get more
complicated all the time.
Uh, you know what they say.
To ere is human.
To really screw up,
you need a computer.
Haven't seen you
around here before.
Oh, I just joined.
Name's Alice Carroll, and you?
Ken, Ken Lynch.
Well, thanks for
your help, Ken Lynch.
(singing in foreign language)
Okay, come on.
We're already five minutes late.
Let's go.
[Kit] Coming.
Well, Mr. Greco was very
happy that you could make it.
Oh, are you kidding?
We're happy to be here.
It seems like a
very nice restaurant.
Well, thank you.
Oh, I'm so glad
you could come.
[Kit] Hello.
Mrs. Gray, I'm
pleased to meet you.
Jimmy Greco.
Jay, nice to meet you.
Please make
yourselves at home.
May I?
Thank you.
[Kit] Oh, that's
fine, thank you.
[Jimmy] That'll be all, Carlo.
Well, would you like to
have a glass of wine or--
[Kit] Yes, thank you.
We have a nice
chateau briand, thanks.
[Jay] Thank you.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(water splashes)
Yeah, I just arrived.
Thanks for the lead.
It'll be easy from here.
People can change their
names but not their habits.
I'll check in tomorrow.
(change drops)
Ken, right?
Right.
Alice!
Right!
Um, is this seat taken?
No, please.
Uh, would you like a drink?
Uh, carrot juice, please.
Carrot.
So, how are you
enjoying Minneapolis?
Oh, I love it.
Well, that's just
because you moved in
after black fly season
and before winter.
Don't scare me off.
The job market is
doing that already.
Really?
What kind of work do you do?
I worked billing in a
pediatrician's office,
but I'm looking to do
something different.
Thank you.
All those forms.
By the time I got home,
I'd be filling out my
shopping list in triplicate.
You know, somehow,
I can't see you stuck in the
back room of a doctor's office.
You'd be great at
something more social
like, um, sales, maybe.
Maybe I'll give that a try.
Thanks for the suggestion.
You're welcome.
The first thing I have to do
is find my way around this town.
Well, actually I have
another suggestion.
I could give you the $2 tour
and maybe we can even get
something to eat, afterwards.
You know what?
Minneapolis is looking more
interesting all the time.
(ominous orchestral music)
Do you have a moment?
Sure.
Thank you.
I'm actually not
here to buy a home.
Okay.
This is about my sister.
Her name is Lacey.
She left home a while ago.
There was an argument
with our mother,
and you know how
these things happen.
I guess I do.
I've had a few tiffs
with my mom, too.
Anyway, our mom
passed away last month,
and since Lacey worked in
real estate back in New York,
I've been making the rounds
of the brokerages here,
trying to find her.
I just wanted to tell her.
Thought maybe at least the
two of us could make peace.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I haven't had anyone named
Lacey apply for work here.
I wish I could help you.
Now, the friends who told me
she was moving to Minneapolis,
they thought she might
have changed her name.
This is her.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
I'm sorry, I
wish I could help.
Maybe, if you leave your number,
if I see her, I could call you.
Bless you.
(gentle piano music)
So, what made you choose
Minneapolis, anyway?
I don't know, my
mom and dad were gone,
I don't have any
brothers or sisters,
and my aunt moved out
West for the climate.
Why Minneapolis?
It wasn't Hartford, I guess.
That's not much of
a reason, is it?
Well, Hartford's
loss is our gain.
How'd you like
what you saw today?
The Institute of
Arts was fabulous.
I'd seen prints of
Gauguin's Tahitian Landscape
but the colors of the real
thing were so much more vivid!
Well, if you liked
that, there's still
the Weisman Museum to see,
and the Nairobi Minneapolis.
What about theater?
They say there's
something like 30 companies
playing at any given time.
Do you like theater?
I do.
I made it to New York last
year, to see "The Tea Room."
I loved it.
Did you see it?
Yes.
Actually, I knew the
actress, Heather Greco.
I met her, anyway, through some
mutual friends in the play.
Really?
Well, my cousin's an actress.
It's terrible what
happened to her.
Especially since they're saying
her death was probably murder.
Who's saying it was murder?
Oh, it's just a rumor.
You know how these things
get around in the press.
Well, people should learn
that rumors are dangerous.
People can get hurt.
What was she like?
(laughs)
I feel like I'm being
interviewed on a talk show.
(laughs)
We don't get to meet celebrities
much, where I'm from.
I guess I'm interested in
the kind of people you know,
what your life is like.
(laughs)
If I'm a celebrity,
then you really haven't
been getting around much.
(both laugh)
But let's see what
we can do about that.
Detective Sloane, please.
[Sloane] Hello.
Detective Sloane,
it's Lacey Farrell.
Right, how're
they treating you?
Fine, if you
don't mind giving up
absolutely everything
in your life.
Including all the little things.
I never knew how
important they were
until they took
them away from me.
I know, Lacey, I know.
You don't deserve it.
You were the victim.
Now, you're the one
who's suffering.
Now, but, listen.
We'll find this guy, and
then we'll get you back here.
All right?
I'm sorry to say this,
but you're the only one I trust
in this investigation, Sloane.
I need somebody to help me.
What can I do?
Ken Lynch, the radio
announcer in Heather's diary?
What do you have on him?
Lacey, this is a
police investigation.
You can't just go
butting around in it.
You have to leave that to
us and the Feds, all right?
If this guy's involved, just
imagine what he'll do to you.
Lacey Farrell is already dead.
There's not much more that
they can take away from me.
Lacey, please, for me, just
stay out of it, all right?
Our people have already
questioned Ken Lynch,
but I'll take another
crack at him, myself, okay?
Try and find out who's behind
all this, will you please?
Listen, it's my
number one priority.
(phone clicks in receiver)
I don't know.
Ever since we went out together,
I haven't been
able to reach her.
Is there something
we should know
about your eating habits, Ken?
(chuckles)
There's gotta be a way I
can get in touch with her.
Do you have her
address or anything?
Actually, I don't.
I thought it was strange,
but when she signed up,
she just gave a box number.
Listen, if she calls, ask
her to call me, will you?
Sure.
(sighing)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(cellphone rings)
Yes?
It's taking a little
longer than I thought.
She's smart enough to stay out
of the real estate
business, that's why.
Don't worry, I'm already
working another angle.
(phone beeping)
Excuse me.
Oh, Alice, Ken Lynch
was looking for you.
Oh, I'll have to
give him a call later.
Really?
Because he said he was
trying to reach you.
Well, nothing stays
secret in here, does it?
If somebody turns down
Ken Lynch, that's news.
I wouldn't want to
hurt his reputation.
(dog barks)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(shrieks)
Alice, Alice!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to scare you.
What are you doing here?
You wouldn't return my calls.
I followed you from the club.
You have to leave, Ken.
Why?
Tell me what's going on.
Why won't you talk to me?
I thought something
nice was starting.
Well, you thought wrong.
I can't see you, Ken.
Alice, what's wrong?
Are you seeing somebody?
That's none of your business.
Why all the damn secrecy?
Just leave me alone, please.
(door slams)
(emergency sirens wail)
(car horn beeps)
I don't even know
what I'm doing here.
I told you everything I knew
at the Greco
apartment that night.
Maybe I'll tell you some stuff
that I know that
even you don't know.
About your relationship
with Heather Greco.
Relationship?
Mm-hmm.
I'd hardly call what I had
with Heather Greco
a relationship.
Oh, that's not what
I've been hearing.
We went for dinner once.
We talked business.
Why didn't you tell us that
the night that
Chantal was murdered?
Tell you what?
That I knew Heather but
didn't know Chantal?
All right, so you
didn't know Chantal.
But you meet the daughter,
and a few months
later, she's dead.
And the mother just so happens
to call you to sell her place.
And then, the killer
just so happens
to call you to get
into that place.
I mean, what am I
supposed to make of that?
It's all coincidence.
Oh, no, no, no.
Coincidence is when
things are not connected.
As far as I'm concerned,
there are too many
connected things here
for me not to believe
that you're involved
in something.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Either you arrest me,
or let me go, detective.
I'm not going to talk
to you any further
without a lawyer present.
(machine beeps)
[Ken] Alice.
I'm sorry about last
night, let me explain.
Don't bother, he
explained everything.
(dramatic music crescendos)
(gasps)
Nowhere to hide, Lacey.
(screams)
(handgun fires)
(screams)
(gasps)
Hi.
[Blake] Hi.
Can I help you?
I hope so.
I'm actually trying
to find my sister.
Her name is Lacey,
and I believe she moved
here a short while ago.
Lacey had a fight with our
mother and left the family.
And our mom passed
away last month.
I'm looking for Lacey,
trying to patch things up.
She's a really physical girl.
I'm sure she'd be
joining a health club
wherever she is, so,
this is her.
I'd really appreciate any
help you could give me.
Gee, I'm really sorry,
but I haven't seen her.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
I'll get back to you.
Okay.
What was that all about?
Alice said she didn't have
any brothers or sisters.
(ominous music)
Like taking candy from a baby.
(engine revs)
Alice, Alice!
What the hell
are you doing here?
I need to talk to you.
Ken, just let it go.
You told me you didn't
have any brothers or sisters.
What are you talking about?
I just saw your brother.
Less than an hour
ago, at the club.
He was showing
your picture around
and asking questions about you.
My God.
(lock clicks open)
What is it?
What's going on?
Why are you so afraid?
You should have
stayed out of it, Ken.
He said your name was Lacey.
It is.
And he's your brother?
He's not my brother.
He's a murderer.
He killed Heather's mother.
I saw him do it.
I'm in Witness Protection, Ken.
What are you doing now?
Who are you calling?
It's a beeper for
a Federal Marshall.
It's an emergency number.
He'll know I'm in trouble.
Alice, Lacey, whatever.
If the police know,
then it's okay.
We just need to sit
tight and wait for them.
It's too late, he's here.
He'll find me.
Just wait for the police.
(shrieks)
(handgun fires)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(guns firing)
(grunting)
(gun firing)
Oh, my God!
I don't believe this.
I don't believe any of this.
You've seen him.
Now he's gonna be
after you, too.
All right, how can I help?
Do you know who
Heather's boyfriend was?
No.
She wrote that on the last
night you were all in Stowe,
she got a call from a boyfriend.
You don't know who it was?
Yeah, there was a call, but
it wasn't from the boyfriend.
It was somebody warning
her about the guy.
She didn't mention a name?
Uh, Holman or
something like that.
Man, the word man was
in there, somewhere?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I think so.
Uh, Holman, uh, Hoffman.
The guy's name was Hoffman.
Get yourself to the
nearest police station.
Tell them what's going on.
Tell them to contact a cop
named Sloane in New York.
He'll explain everything.
Come on!
Move it!
I need the next
flight out to New York.
No, wait, what do
you have for Boston?
I have a flight leaving
for Boston in 12 minutes.
That'll be fine.
Thanks.
(ominous orchestral music)
Detective Sloane, please.
(phone rings)
Hello.
Sloane, it's me.
He shot at the Marshall,
Marshall Svenson.
Yeah, I know.
He's in the hospital,
he'll be okay.
Listen, you gotta get
yourself to a police station.
No way.
How else are they
gonna protect you?
They're all doing such a
good job protecting me so far.
What are you gonna do?
I'm coming home.
All right, I'll meet ya.
I'll call you when I get in.
(ominous orchestral music)
Lacey!
Lacey!
That gives me what,
like half an hour?
Thank you, here.
Excuse me.
It's me.
She's on the run.
Her weak point's her family.
Trust me, she's running
home to New York.
Yeah, I'll call
you when I get in.
(ominous orchestral music)
Thank you.
(techno music)
Lacey Farrell is on
her way back to the city.
Now, every minute
she's on her own,
she's a walking target
for a professional killer.
At the present, all we can do
is cover her known
contacts here in the city.
These are composite
photos of David Blake.
He's been known
to use disguises,
so be cautious of anybody
approaching the
surveillance police.
The file's here,
hand out assignments.
(officers murmur)
Call me, huh?
(car horn beeps)
Tim, I don't know how
to thank you for this.
Ms. Farrell, it's nothing.
Look, I heard what
you went through
after Mrs. Greco's murder.
(sighing)
You need to catch a break here.
You got that
right, look at me.
Mr. Greco gave
orders that no one
was to show this apartment,
ever since Mrs. Greco's death.
Now, you should be safe here
for a couple of weeks, at least.
Hopefully, what I have
to do won't take that long.
(sighing)
Are you sure
you'll be all right?
I'll be fine, thank you.
Okay.
(lock clicks)
Pretend you don't
see her, my heart
Although she is
coming our way
Pretend you don't
need her, my heart
But smile, and
pretend to be gay
It's too late for
running, my heart
Chin up if the
tears start to fall
Look somewhere above her
Pretend you don't love her
Pretend you don't
see her at all
(phone rings)
Greco.
[Lacey] Mr. Greco,
it's Lacey Farrell.
Ms. Farrell, we have to talk.
Where are you?
I can't tell you, and
I can't talk for long.
I found out something new
about your wife and
daughter's murders.
Go ahead, I'm listening.
It has something to do
with a man called Hoffman.
John Hoffman worked
for me at the restaurant
for 20 years.
He quit just after
Heather's death.
I need to speak to him.
You can't, he's dead.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Was he married?
His widow still lives
at the same place.
Mr. Greco, I need the address.
Two Adams Place, and
her name is Denise.
Hello, hello?
What was all that about?
I don't know, I just
know that Farrell girl
got herself into more trouble
than she can possibly know.
Thanks.
Thanks.
(phone rings)
[Sloane] Detective Sloane.
Sloane?
Where are you?
Sloane, I think
I'm on to something.
Where the hell are you?
I'm going to see
someone who might know
who Heather Greco was seeing
at the time of her death.
The man she was so afraid of.
Lacey, you're a
target out there.
Let us help you.
I have to do it this way.
As soon as I get what
I need, I'll call you.
(dial tone humming)
(dramatic orchestral music)
Yeah, I just received
a call on this line.
I need the location
of the caller.
Yeah, I think it
was a pay phone.
All right, thank you.
Come on, we're on the move!
(knocking on door)
(locks click)
Can I help you?
Mrs. Hoffman, my
name is Lacey Farrell.
Yes, what's this about?
I need to talk to you
about your husband
and Heather Greco.
I have nothing to say to you.
Please, Mrs. Hoffman, I
don't mean you any harm.
I just need some information.
I don't know anything.
I don't want to know anything.
You have to go.
I have nowhere to go.
Someone is trying to kill me.
And I think it's the same person
who killed Heather
and Chantal Greco.
They killed my husband, too.
All because of the Grecos.
I don't wanna die.
This has to stop, and I think
you are the person
who can make it stop.
Please, help me.
(lock clicks)
Come in and sit down.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
John worked as the
maitre d' for Jimmy Greco
for over 20 years.
He loved Jimmy like a brother
and Heather Greco like
she was his own daughter.
What happened?
Business was changing.
John felt that,
with Jimmy trying
to get the casino
off of the ground,
he was losing sight
of the restaurant,
and also felt that Jimmy
was getting himself involved
with the wrong crowd.
Who, his investors?
I don't know, John
wouldn't tell me.
All he said was to keep my
mouth shut and stay out of it.
He said whoever it
was was too dangerous.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(car screeches)
Yeah, this is it!
There's a lot of houses here.
We can't cover all of them.
All right, I'll
call for backup.
We'll canvas the
whole neighborhood.
Please think.
Is there anything else
your husband mentioned
about this man?
Nothing, just that it
was someone close to Jimmy,
the last person Jimmy
would ever suspect.
My God, it all makes sense.
It's why Heather kept the
relationship a secret.
Excuse me, I need
to use your phone.
(gasping)
(clattering)
Is there anyone
else living here?
(Mrs. Hoffman screams)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(gun firing)
(screams)
Run!
(gun clatters)
Nah, nah, nah!
[Sloane] Don't make
this hard on yourself.
Give it to me.
Get up!
(shouts)
Let's go!
Come on.
Move it, Blake.
It's all over now.
It's not over,
Sloane, not yet.
(lock clicks)
All this time, I
didn't even think
you knew the combination.
You know the funny thing, Steve.
I would have given you
anything you wanted, anything.
You didn't have to kill
my little girl for it.
(laughs)
Jimmy, you got it all wrong.
I was just coming up for a file.
I noticed the safe was open.
I was just making sure
the receipts were all
right, that's all.
Don't waste a breath.
I just got a call
from the Farrell girl.
She told me it was you.
I didn't want to believe it.
But then I called the
partners in Atlantic City.
They said they'd given advances
they'd never gotten
receipts for.
They told me you handled the
transactions and told them
that I was too busy
to deal with it.
You were too busy, Jimmy.
You're always too busy.
I carried the ball
for you, like always.
Heather, and John, Chantal.
How many more would
you have killed, Steve?
You gonna kill me next?
I'm outta here.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(grunting)
(grunting)
Enough!
(sirens wail)
(peaceful piano music)
Well, here we are, door to door.
How's that for service?
I'm home, I'm really home.
(sighing)
I can hardly believe it's over.
I can hardly believe
I have my life back.
Well, it wouldn't've happened
if you hadn't put
the pieces together.
I guess, I just, I just
keep thinking about Blake.
He never would've given up
coming after me, would he?
No, no, no, guys like him
don't stop till the job is done.
Do you think they'll
put him away forever?
(sighs)
What?
Baldwin's already
made a deal with him.
Everything he knows
about Steve Smith
and his connections
in Atlantic City,
in exchange for a trip
through the Witness
Protection program.
Great.
Do you think they'll give
him my old apartment?
For guys like Baldwin,
the whole thing is a deal.
You know it's just another
step to the Governor's office.
How about you?
You gonna go back
into real estate, or--
I guess so,
it's what I do, it's
what I'm good at.
But I was thinking I might
make a trip to Minneapolis.
See how Marshall
Svenson is doing.
Oh, he's doing
great, doing great.
Thanks to that
bullet-proof vest.
Oh, thank goodness.
And there are a few people there
who I'd like to
meet all over again.
As Lacey Farrell, this time.
Thank you.
Thank you, Sloane for
never giving up on me.
Oh, come on, all
in a day's work.
No, that's all right.
I know the way out.
(light orchestral music)
(sighs)
(light orchestral music)
(all chattering)
[Kit] What is that?
[Bonnie] Mom, mom,
look what I got?
It looks so cool.
Oh, my goodness.
(chimes ringing)
Lacey!
Aunt Lacey!
(laughs)
I knew you wouldn't
miss my birthday.
Pretend you don't
see her, my heart
Welcome back.
Although she's
coming our way
Pretend you don't
need her, my heart
(dramatic electronic music)