Columbus Circle Page #2

powerful Phillip Waters

claimed until his

death five years ago

that he never stopped

looking for his daughter,

Justine's 17year silence

remains the most talked about

missing persons mystery to date.

In the days leading up to what would

become her historic vanishing act,

it was rumored that

had just become engaged to Prince

Achmed Mustafi of Jordan.

What did happen to

Justine Waters?

And will we ever see her again?

I'm Jerry Penacoli for Extra.

I'm wondering if

you could help me identify

this crest?

Interesting. Yeah? Why is that?

Well, this could

be a family crest.

This is the letter "M", correct?

Well, that was the intention.

The drawing is rough, but...

Well, where'd

you find this?

I can't really tell you.

I just need to find out what it is.

Okay. I got a book in the back,

something of an

almanac, so to speak.

Might be able to find a match.

How long do you think...

Oh, one second.

Yeah?

Yeah, I went through all

the evidence like you asked.

Hey, put it out. Step on it.

Yeah, what do you got? Not much.

The only thing that

might interest you

are some prescription

medications,

but she was an old woman.

Well, do we know

who the doctor is?

Yeah, some doctor in

Westchester County.

We got a name?

Yeah, a Dr. Raymond Fontaine.

Okay, one second.

Let me give you my card and I'll

just wait for your phone call.

All right, Frank. Take it easy.

All right, thanks, Howie.

Well, the view is

definitely amazing.

As you can see, we're directly

over Columbus Circle,

which by the way, is the exact

point from which all distances

to and from New York City

are officially measured.

The owner completely renovated

and refurbished the entire unit

with all the latest and

greatest amenities.

Top of the line

kitchen by Pedini.

There's only two units

on the penthouse level.

Twenty four hour doorman, concierge.

It's a full-service building.

And we are getting another

offer later today, so...

I think you guys

are the right fit.

If I were you, I'd make a move.

What do you think?

I love it. Good.

Mmm.

They rented the apartment!

How could this have happened?

I wrote half a dozen letters!

I agree, Abby, this

is simply outrageous.

They haven't returned any

of my phone calls, either.

Is there anything we

can do to stop this?

I will look into it immediately.

I need to see you, Ray.

Abby, I'm busy.

I said I need to see you, Ray.

I'm in the middle of something.

Raymond! Now!

You know, the police were here.

In my home.

Of course the police

were here, Abby.

And that doesn't bother you?

The police were here

because Hilary died.

She had a fall and they're

investigating her death.

You live across the hall, so of

course they're gonna inquire

if you heard

anything suspicious.

Once they deduce that her death was an

accident, which it most certainly was,

they'll have no need to

bother you any further.

One of the detectives

left me his card.

Oh.

Ray, how many wallets have I

bought you through the years?

Abigail, I'm attached to this.

It was a gift from your mother on

my first day of medical school.

I'll never part with it.

It's just that I don't

want things to change.

Okay? I just need

things to stay the same

I just need things to continue...

Abby, Abby.

As they have been.

This is a disruption.

Well, if change is

what you don't want,

I strongly advise that

you stop inquiring

about the apartment

across the hall.

And it's sort of academic.

The apartment is leased.

And they're gonna lead their

lives just as Hilary led hers.

Not a peep!

Ray.

Abigail.

You've gotta trust me, girl.

You've gotta calm down.

I promise you.

Everything'll be fine.

Haven't I always

been there for you?

Hmm?

And by "always," I mean for

the better part of your life.

Okay, sweetie.

Good morning,

Mr. Stanford.

Good morning.

Oh, hello, sir. Klandermann.

Mr. Stanford, if you

don't mind me saying so,

I've got this sense that

I know you somehow.

Really?

Yeah. It's as if we...

I don't know, we met

somewhere or something.

I kinda get that a lot.

I guess I just have

one of those faces.

Oh, yeah?

Well, that's probably it. Huh.

Sure smells good coming out

of that loft of yours.

I'm guessing Miss

Lillian's the...

Yeah, she's the

chef in the family.

Yeah.

It's amazing I don't

weigh 300 pounds.

I don't understand it.

Son of a b*tch!

Well, it's a little too late for that!

You started it, Lillian!

You son of a b*tch!

God damn it! Why are you doing this?

Jesus! Tell me one more time

to keep my voice down,

I swear to God...

I don't want

the help to hear.

Who gives a sh*t?

I'm not gonna talk to you

when you're like this.

I just wanna go inside, okay?

Charlie...

You're not going

anywhere, b*tch!

Little slut!

God damn it, I'm

going back inside.

We're gonna finish this.

Just shut up!

Oh, you don't want

the help to hear!

Well, I'm paying them

enough to plug their ears!

God damn it. You're drunk!

I want to go back inside.

You're not going anywhere.

B*tch! Did you just hit me?

Is that what you did?

You don't ever hit me!

B*tch!

I'm sorry!

Don't ever hit Charlie!

Do you understand that?

Remember where you come from.

Remember, you b*tch!

Miss?

Help me.

Please.

Do I call 911?

No.

I don't want him to go to jail.

You have to stand up. Stand up!

Help me. Stand up!

Shh.

It's okay.

Be quiet.

Lillian. Shh.

Just don't let him in.

It's Charlie.

I'm sorry.

Please just open the door.

Come on, I'm sorry.

Let's just talk about this

Lillian!

Sh*t. Please...

Lillian, open the door.

Open the f***ing door!

Oh, great.

Mmm. Mmm.

Thank you.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

What are you sorry for?

I'm just sorry because

you're involved now in this.

And I didn't mean

for this to happen.

Well, you needn't be sorry.

He works so hard and when he works,

he sometimes gets stressed

and when he's under a lot of

pressure, he drinks a lot.

And I think I set him off,

and I don't mean to.

I feel so bad.

Why are you making

excuses for him?

'Cause you really don't know him.

He's a really, um...

Reliable guy.

Stop apologizing for him.

Stop it.

I do love him.

Why would someone

kill a violinist?

This job really sucks sometimes.

Why would an 80 year-old woman

wanna jump off her balcony?

See this here?

This is how I like my crime scene.

That over there is

a torso, a head,

and right down here...

Oh, God.

What the hell is that?

You see, this is what a

murder scene looks like.

What, so you don't think

this is a suicide as well?

You, my friend, are

a sick bastard.

I'm just saying,

nine years on the job,

it just doesn't add up.

What's interesting is the

girl across the hall.

Oh, I see what this is about.

What, she's hot?

Yeah, she was attractive.

I knew it.

No, here's the thing.

- I ran her through the system, right?

- Please.

There's nothing on her.

She doesn't have a social security number.

She doesn't have a

driver's license, nothing.

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