Arbitrage Page #4

My wife and I have a foundation.

And when did you last see her?

Last night. At the gallery.

You stay till the doors closed?

No. I...

I was only there a couple of minutes.

I think I left around 10:00.

Where'd you go?

Home.

- You go straight home?

- Yeah.

- You stayed home?

- Yeah.

Your wife home?

Yes.

Okay.

Okay. So now back to the gallery.

Did you see her with anyone?

See her with? What do you mean?

Like a boyfriend.

Someone she might have left with?

Not that I noticed. No.

The reason I ask

is we haven't located the driver.

- The driver?

- Yeah, the driver.

Someone else was driving.

Sometimes the driver will go for help

and he'll die trying.

This is awful. This is truly awful.

We're searching the area right now.

So, no boyfriend?

That you know of.

Actually, we didn't talk

about personal matters.

She was just an employee, right?

Well, not an employee. I was an investor.

Why'd you invest?

Why did I invest?

Why'd you invest?

She had a great eye.

Actually, she found me

these Brice Mardens here.

They went up in value very quickly.

And it was on the basis of that

that I agreed to fund some of the gallery.

You mind if we search her apartment?

Why would I mind?

It's in your company's name, so.

Right. Yeah. Of course.

Sure. Yeah, go ahead.

Now, Mr. Miller.

Why would you lease an apartment

for Miss Cte?

Is that something you normally do

for an employee?

Actually, I said she wasn't an employee.

But, she...

I think she'd just come over from Paris,

if I remember.

And she needed a place to entertain buyers.

So you leased her an apartment?

Well, it was through the holding company.

You are a little confused by all this,

aren't you?

I am. But I'll get there. Give me time.

All right.

I don't mean to be indelicate. But...

But you're going to be indelicate.

From what I can gather,

she wasn't exactly an art star.

She worked for a couple of dealers in Paris,

but...

I get it. So why would I invest in her

and help her find a place?

Something like that.

It's very simple, Detective.

I invest in people I believe in.

I thought she'd do well.

I backed her. She did.

It's as simple as that.

Well, that seems to make sense.

We're all good with the apartment then,

right?

Yeah, yeah. That's fine. Go ahead.

Thanks.

What happened to your head?

What?

Your head. What happened to your head?

That's a nasty cut.

I've been looking at that

for the last five minutes.

Does it hurt you?

No, I just... I hit it on the medicine cabinet.

Last night?

This morning.

Hate when that happens.

Me, too.

Well, thanks for the chat.

No problem.

Ellen Miller's office.

And it transformed them. Seriously.

There's a Detective Bryer in the lobby.

And thanks again for your generosity.

All right. I'll see you then. Bye-bye.

- Sorry. What?

- Detective Bryer?

- What does he want?

- I don't know.

Well, I'm late.

So I just can't deal with it right now.

Okay. What about these?

Send them a thank you note.

Zappos has been so generous.

Thanks! Bye. GUYS...

Mrs. Miller?

Yes?

Detective Bryer.

Did you just call my office?

Yeah. I was hoping to talk to you.

I don't have time right now. Sorry.

It will just take a couple of seconds.

It's about your husband.

Well, fine. But make an appointment.

How'd it go?

The wife blew me off.

Which was interesting.

And he didn't admit to the affair.

But then he wouldn't, would he?

Why didn't you pick him up?

He's a very rich man.

Anything?

Yeah. About 10 million prints.

What happened with the pay phones?

There were about 15 calls in a three-mile.

Two of them look a little strange.

Got an incoming.

Probably a local drug deal.

Anyone we care about?

A collect call. About a minute and a half.

Made from the Chevron station

on Westlake Road.

Who'd he call?

Cell phone in Harlem.

Still waiting on the address.

So, you're at the crash site.

All right'? And you make it out of the car.

Now you're smart enough

not to use your own cell phone.

So you get to the pay phone.

And you're a billionaire.

Right? You're a billionaire.

So what do you do?

You call someone in Harlem?

Robert?

I just heard about Julie. I'm so sorry.

Her gallery called.

Her mom's flying in today.

Her mom?

Service here?

Tomorrow, 9:
00 a.m.

We should pick up the expenses for that.

Whatever she wants.

You'll take care of that personally for me?

- Of course.

- Thanks.

You all right?

You get a hold of Mayfield?

No. Not yet. But we'll get him. Robert?

'Up...

Thanks.

I appreciate your concern.

Let's flash him. Let's flash him.

All right, look. Hold on.

- Mr. Grant?

- Yes?

NYPD Homicide. Would you mind

stepping in the car, please?

What's this about?

Just get in the car, Jimmy.

Am I under arrest?

You wanna be?

Okay, let's do this again.

Man, for what?

My answers ain't gonna change.

So, you were asleep?

Right.

And the phone rings.

Right.

And it's a wrong number.

Why did you accept the charges

on a collect call from a wrong number?

I don't think I want to answer

any more questions.

And then you stay on the phone

for a minute and a half

with a wrong number.

What the f*** did you talk about?

Area codes?

I want to talk to my lawyer.

Listen, big man.

We know you went down there.

We lD'd your photo

with your neighbor who saw you

get into your truck 10 minutes

after the call was made.

If you got all that, what the f***

you need me for, Officer?

I don't think you understand the gravity

of the situation here,

Jimmy.

This is a homicide.

Lawyer.

You gonna sign him out?

I called in Earl Monroe.

The basketball player?

Civil rights attorney.

Remember Crown Heights?

He's the best?

He's the best above 96th Street.

And that doesn't make him any cheaper.

You've got to get Jimmy out of this.

It might not be that easy.

If he doesn't cooperate,

they're likely to indict him on obstruction.

What would he be looking at?

Hard to say.

With his prior, five years. Maybe 10.

Jesus.

This is not gonna go away.

Okay. I'm gonna call you tomorrow

if there's any news.

Don't you worry about anything here.

Don't talk to anyone else.

Take care.

Come on. Get in.

All you said was you needed a f***ing ride.

You didn't tell me you killed that girl.

Jimmy, I didn't kill...

I'm trying to put my life back together.

I appreciate you helped us,

but now you're taking it too far.

- It's gonna be okay, Jimmy.

- Like it was your ass sitting there.

Like you know a f***ing thing

about how it's going to be.

We got you

the best criminal lawyer in the city.

Don't you got your own son for this?

Why the hell you didn't call him?

'Cause he would have f***ed it up, all right?

I'm sorry your son's a f***ing idiot

but that ain't my fault.

This isn't productive.

Okay then, Syd. Tell us, what happens now?

We meet with Earl and we go from there.

I understand right now they don't have

enough to charge you with anything.

- You're under suspicion.

- Under suspicion?

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