Careful What You Wish For Page #6

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- with Jack.

- Doug, do not speak to anyone, for legal reasons.

- OK, Alright.

- Get home, now.

Sorry, Big Jack, uh... I gotta go.

But I thought of somone you should talk to.

Umm...

The Harpers had a gardener.

He seemed to be around, a lot.

A gardener, huh? OK, I'll run him down.

Thank you.

Hey, Lem, scan these prints. Give 'em

all to Gonzales in the East Precinct.

- Right.

- Make sure he knows.

I need them before Allied Trust

Insurance settles come back.

- OK. Whose are they?

- They're mine.

I gotta check somethin' out

with Lena Harper's gardener.

- Go on.

- I'm on it.

Where's my damn address for the gardener?

Hey, we're working on it.

- This is Mrs. Harper's gardener?

- Yeah.

You're not gonna need it.

He was found, rolled, in a parking

lot of a by-the-hour motel.

- Twenty-two, point blank, to the head.

- Poor guy.

The blood isn't a match for the basement window.

So, he isn't our stalker or, accomplice, or...

whoever the hell else is behind all this.

Add it to the long list of things

for me and Lem to follow up on.

- Jack?

- Yeah?

Would you excuse us? Private matter.

Thank you.

- Lem.

- Mm-hm.

Gonzales came through.

Fingerprints on the tumbler match the

prints on the Harpers' window sill.

We got our man.

- I've never seen this before.

- Doug... come on.

Please, just tell us what's going on.

Answer your mother.

OK, I have seen them before. But not in my drawer.

Look, I screwed up.

OK, like-like really...

really bad kinda screwed up.

- Did you kill Elliot?

- No. No, of course not. Why...?

Wait right here.

Now, seein' you won't meet me,

that woman'll have a warrant

when her lab work comes in.

I just thought I owed it to you. Believe me.

We weren't doubtin' you.

This whole thing... this...

Can't you do something? You know what I'm saying.

Dougie didn't do that, Jack...

I'm sorry.

Dougie?

Come on. Come on.

Doug?

Lena!

I have them already.

Lena?

Let me go, let me go! No!

Hey! Get off her! Get him off her!

Now, get your hands off of her!

Are you OK?

- Are you OK?

- Yes, thank you.

Excuse me, Mrs. Harper.

We're gonna need you to come

in and make a full statement.

- Would you mind if I got cleaned up?

- Of course not.

Oh, Jack, Jack, you know me, OK?

You gotta believe me.

Dougie, I know there's gotta be a lot more

to this story, but I can't do anything.

- She covered every base.

- I know.

Please, I gotta get to her

before the wire transfer.

Jack, I have a very small window

to help myself, here. Please.

I gotta get you handcuffs.

You got 20 minutes, kid.

Hey, Doug!

Doug! Hey, come back here!

What's this?

Mrs. Harper, are you ready?

Doug what are-what are you doing?

Why aren't you in custody?

Just wait a minute, OK? Just wait a second.

- Please, just one...

- Where is Mrs. Harper?

Jesus.

Agent Alvarez, please, just look at this phone.

It's private, she can't.

Just look... please.

There's proof on there.

OK.

Oh, my God!

You need to come with me.

OK. I'll take this evidence in, but

you still have a lot to answer for.

Believe me, I know.

Thank you.

Um, hi, Sheriff, it's Alvarez.

Listen. The Martin kid was telling the truth.

No, I-I-I need to take her to Raleigh, right now.

Uh, yeah... you sure I... can leave the kid here?

Yeah, I-I got cuffs on me. Alright, just hurry.

Don't do anything stupid.

- It's too late.

- Let's go.

Oh, my God!

I see the scam beneath the story.

The way all the puzzle pieces slide together.

That's just the way my brain works.

She covered every base.

Have you ever been with a girl before?

- Maybe once or twice, but seriously?

- Did she tell you she loved you?

- There was a matching one?

- They fit together.

We were gonna be together someday?

When you're young, you don't realize

the permanence of your decisions.

Well, I'll tell you one thing. They

hate payin' out them big claims.

How do you know she's not leadin' you on?

I know you were obsessed with her.

I know that your DNA will match

the blood on the window.

No way to make that look like an accident.

I'm dead if you go to anyone, Doug.

I might get a second chance.

She's gonna walk with 10 million

dollars, while someone else hangs.

someone else hangs...

She said it herself.

She stole my youth.

But I can't pretend I didn't have a choice.

I was locked up for a while. On... reduced charges.

But, it would have been much worse,

if she hadn't left me proof.

Last I heard, they were still tracking them.

But me? I'm still here.

I'm not the same, though.

I'd like to say I wish I could go back

in time, do everything differently.

But then I remember her...

her face, her body...

The way I never knew what she was thinking.

And I wonder, even if I could take it all back...

would I?

Would you?

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