A Killer Within Page #2

Well, that's OK.

I mean, insurance companies...

don't normally cover

that kind of thing.

She apparently had

a tubal ligation...

at the same time.

If the doctor submits

a statement...

that it was for medical reasons,

we could claim reimbursement.

Thank you, Margaret.

We'll handle it from here.

Yes, sir.

It's probably just

a billing error.

Billing error.

Let's go hit some golf balls.

I knew something was wrong, Sam.

It's just heat lightning.

Becky conceived Christopher...

the second she stopped

taking the pill.

- Addison.

- She never lied to me before.

- Addison.

- How could she do this to me?

You have a son.

You have a beautiful family.

I realize that, Sam.

It's just that I didn't want

Christopher to grow up alone...

like I did.

Addison, how long have we

known each other?

I don't know.

Since we were eight.

Right. So you didn't

grow up alone, did you?

I guess I do have a brother.

Tee it up.

I smell meatloaf.

Your mother's recipe.

Pecan pie.

My mother's recipe.

I need a beer.

Hey, that's me.

You're not gonna frame

that one, are you?

Because, you know, that's

a little creepy.

How was your day?

Oh, the usual,

taking care of Christopher.

How was your day?

Oh, the usual...

taking care of Addison.

Daddy's home? Where's my Tiger?

Hey, Buddy!

What are you doing?

I missed you today.

Daddy, Daddy, look what I drew.

What is that,

a picture of Mommy?

No. It's a picture of Sarah.

Why, it sure is, isn't it?

Let's put her name on there.

Can you make an "S" for me?

S-A-R...

How do I look?

Pretty damn good to me.

Go easy.

Somebody's been drinking.

You have ten minutes

to get ready.

Who's gonna baby-sit

Christopher...

not that girl with

the black fingernail polish?

- Sarah.

- OK. Sarah I can live with.

Christopher, stop drawing

on the table now.

What's going on out here?

He fell off the chair.

Can't you pick the kid up?

Addison, he needs to learn

how to sit in a chair.

You all right? Come here.

Come on. Let's go color.

All right?

I don't think we need to be

going out tonight.

- Why not?

- Because you've been...

drinking too much...

not to mention I've got to go

back to the office...

and do some work.

Christopher, go to your room,

please, sweetie.

I'm sorry.

Don't take it out on him.

Oh. You're sorry?

Well, then that makes it

all right then, doesn't it?

I better cancel

our dinner reservations.

Oh, you're so thoughtful. Gee.

And while you're at it,

why don't you call Sarah...

and tell her not to come over?

Yes. This is

Mr. Terrill calling.

We had an 8:
00 reservation

I'd like to cancel.

You know, it took me six weeks

to get those reservations.

Becky!

Oh, screw this.

I don't need this.

But you always do this.

Oh, yeah. Please don't

tell me the rest.

This is my fault, right, right?

And let me guess...

you're needed at the office...

to sort something out

all night long...

and only you can do it.

No. Sam can't do it because,

well, he's too busy...

getting his wife pregnant,

isn't he?

Sam doesn't work well

under pressure.

Or under the covers evidently.

Sam's a leech,

if you hadrt noticed.

You carried him

through law school...

you carried him as an

assistant district attorney...

and for some ungodly reason,

which only you can divine...

you carried him right

into your private practice.

Sam is important to my work.

Sam manages your office.

He buys the paper clips...

and then hires

the secretaries...

and then he tells

the secretaries...

to use the paper clips.

If he is such a hotshot,

why can't he handle this?

Because I don't like fooling

around with time programs...

and I need another attorney

to bounce ideas off of, Becky.

You don't have to give him half

of everything you make.

You don't. Why don't you...

just give him an account

at Office Depot?

Look around you.

How much better could you eat

or f***ing drink?

Why can't Sam be the guy...

who works late

at the office at night?

I planned a romantic evening

for the two of us tonight.

This is a big client, OK?

This is my big client.

I have to do this.

Oh, shut up!

I've heard all this before.

What makes this worse,

it's not like you're out...

screwing some bimbo.

At least that,

I could compete with.

I'm not out screwing some bimbo

because I respect...

my marriage vows.

Oh, yeah. That's right.

Don't I know it?

You're like the morality police.

Becky, you know

I cannot tolerate...

lies and prevarications

in my life.

What are you getting at?

I'm talking about Christopher

being an only child!

Why would you do that without

discussing it with me first?

Because it's my body.

I'm sorry.

I should have told you.

Hey, Tiger.

What are you doing?

Is Mommy still mad?

Well, you know, that was

Daddy's fault.

Mommy says I'm

a bad boy sometimes.

No. You're not a bad boy.

And your Mommy loves you,

and I love you very much.

I'm not finished drawing

my picture of Sarah yet.

Well, I'll tell you what.

You finish this snack...

and then you can go and work

on that picture of Sarah, OK?

OK.

I'm gonna check in on you

when I get home.

OK.

I hate you.

You know that, don't you?

I love you.

Someday, you're gonna be sorry

you didn't stop and smell...

the roses your secretary

ordered for me.

Come on. I'm gonna

take you outside.

Hey, hey!

This is my house!

Becky!

Christopher! Where is he?

I tried to call you

on your cell phone.

Where is she?

No. Addison, don't go in there!

- Get him out of here!

- Where's Christopher?

Where's my son?

Christopher?

- Addison.

- Christopher?

Addison!

Chris? Christopher?

He's on his way to the hospital.

Sarah's with him.

I waited for you... Addison!

Christopher Terrill.

He was just brought in.

Room 256, but the desk nurse...

There's no evidence

of cerebral swelling.

The x-rays are negative,

the CAT scan is negative...

although he did take

quite a blow.

What kind of blow?

Hey, Doc, he was found

facedown on the kitchen floor.

What do you think?

Well, his injuries suggest...

he may have been

picked up, shaken.

He was thrown to the floor?

That's the most likely

scenario for his head trauma.

But he's gonna be OK, right?

Yeah. He should recover.

I want to keep him

a few days, though...

just to make sure there are no

complications from his injuries.

We need to talk.

Outside.

I went back to my office.

I had some work to finish.

Anybody see you?

No. I used my key.

The police report indicates

that Detective Washington...

tried to contact your firm

about 9:
14 P. M...

and got no answer.

- I'd left already.

- So you don't have an alibi?

No. I didn't think

I was gonna need one.

Were you and your wife

having any problems?

What is this?

You know the routine.

When a wife is killed...

the primary suspect

is always the husband.

Hold on. I need a moment

to confer with my client.

We'll waive the Miranda warning.

- OK, Counselor.

- Oh, no, no.

Wait a second. Continue, please.

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