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from an attacker.

However, the victim,

Joseph Klandermann,

whose real name was Nathaniel

Muskit, was a wanted felon.

Charlie?

Muskit disappeared

nearly 12 years ago

and had eluded authorities

for that long.

Charlie?

He was convicted in

a Ponzi scheme that

bilked investors...

You killed Klandermann? Charlie?

Charlie, we don't kill people!

Lillian. No, Charlie.

This is the one.

This is the one we've been

waiting for, Charlie!

He could have turned us in.

I made a decision to protect us.

You made a stupid

decision, Charlie.

I don't wanna run from the cops!

You don't have to be scared.

Okay?

It's gonna be fine.

It's okay.

What does that say?

He wants to see us. Yeah.

Klandermann's dead, Ray.

He's dead.

I know, I heard.

Are you all right?

I don't know. I don't know.

What am I gonna do?

They will get a new concierge.

Ray, you know I can't

trust a new concierge.

I can't trust a new concierge.

Klandermann had

been here so long.

How am I gonna trust a

new concierge, Ray?

Ray, I need to see you.

I can't right now.

I promise I'll come by later.

Please, Ray?

I really need to see you.

I'll see you later tonight.

You just relax.

Take a long breath now.

For me, okay?

Bye.

This has gotten

completely out of hand.

I understand.

No, I don't think you do.

It's all over the television.

I mean, Mrs. Lonnigan was one thing.

That had to be done.

And so did Klandermann. Charlie?

But there was a mistake

made with Mrs. Lonnigan.

What are you talking about?

What is he talking about?

When were you gonna

tell me this, Charlie?

This is not the time

or the place for this.

Ray, what do you mean "mistake"?

There was obviously a

serious error made.

We wanted to talk to you about,

uh, Mrs. Hilary Lonnigan.

The police were here,

investigating a homicide,

not a slip and fall of

an 82 year-old woman.

I don't make mistakes.

Oh, apparently, you do.

Otherwise they wouldn't be

investigating a homicide, Charles.

Jesus Christ.

Now thanks to me, Mrs. Lonnigan

lived a long and prosperous life,

three years longer

than I anticipated,

and there's only a certain

amount of time one can wait.

But this is over now.

We need to discuss

an exit strategy.

No, there is no exit strategy.

We're one e-mail

away from a fortune.

Charles, how long do you think it's

gonna take for them to figure out

I'm the one who

owns the apartment?

That I paid for the whole thing?

It's my money!

Once they figure that out,

it's a short walk in the park

for them to put together

who Abigail is.

And what we're all up to.

We need to discuss

an exit strategy.

He may be right, Lillian.

It's just a shame.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm

gonna go water my plants,

get over to Abigail's, take out

her trash, pick up her cleaning,

and give her a foot

massage to calm her down,

thanks to you.

I guess I'm doomed to take care of

this woman the rest of my life.

What do we do?

Let me try to talk to him

Lillian.

Please go in the house and make

it look like it was robbed.

Okay?

Did you roll the body?

Yeah.

Did you get the phone?

It wasn't in the house?

No.

It has all our information.

I know.

Do we walk?

No.

No. We don't walk.

We're too close.

With no money, how

far would we get?

Look, we knew that

if things went wrong

we'd have a backup

plan, and we do.

Okay?

We have to force her hand.

Okay?

We have to do it now.

It's gonna be okay.

Please! Please, I need you!

Open up! Hurry, please!

Please! Open up! Let me in!

Open the door and let me in!

He's gonna kill me, Abigail!

Please!

Please, Abigail!

Open the door, please!

Please, Abigail! Please!

Open the door! Open the door!

Oh, my God! Charlie, calm down!

Calm down!

Think you're gonna leave me?

No, I'm not, I swear!

Huh? You gonna leave me?

I'm not gonna leave you, Charlie!

Please!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry! Okay?

No, no, no.

No! Don't you...

B*tch! Get back here!

Gimme the gun!

Gimme the gun!

The gun! Gimme the gun!

I'm gonna shoot you, Charlie!

I'm gonna shoot you!

You're gonna shoot me?

I'll shoot you, Charlie!

Do it!

Charlie.

Stop! Oh, my God! Stop!

No! What are you doing?

Stop! Oh, my God! No!

No! Get off him.

Oh, my God! What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Charlie!

Charlie, no! Charlie, no!

Charlie, wake up!

Wake up, Charlie, my baby.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Charlie, wake up!

Wake up, Charlie!

You killed him, Abigail!

What have you done? What have you done?

No! I didn't do it. No, you did.

You shot him!

No! My baby. Oh, Charlie.

I have to call someone.

Charlie, don't leave me.

Abigail, no, you can't call anybody!

Are you crazy?

Nobody can know about this.

No, Abigail!

We just murdered Charlie.

We have to leave.

We have to get out of here.

No, no, I can't go anywhere!

We're one e-mail

away from a fortune.

I'm all alone and I don't know

what to do now and I need to go.

Please, Abigail, help me.

We need to scrape whatever

money we can together

and I need to get out of here.

Okay?

I have money.

I don't have any cash.

We can transfer

money from my account.

And once we get the

password we're home free.

I wish I could talk to Ray.

No, you can't talk to Ray.

You can't talk to anybody.

I trust him.

Look at me.

We can only trust

each other now.

Okay?

Mmm-hmm.

Okay.

Really? Are you kidding me?

You're positive?

Same guy?

So what'd you find out?

Well, I don't think that this is

an "M" you brought me, Detective.

What do you mean?

I think it's a...

And if it is, it

could very well be

the crest for the Waters family.

Are you familiar with

the Waters family?

Yeah, of course, of course.

Yeah.

This is incredibly exciting.

Is there any chance that you could

tell me exactly where you saw this?

I'm sorry, I can't do that.

I just found out Mrs.

Lonnigan's apartment

was paid for by a corporation.

Apparently, she was a nanny

for some rich family.

Guess who runs the corporation?

Who?

Dr. Raymond Fontaine.

Really? Let's go pay the good doctor a visit.

Thanks, Howie.

Anytime, Frank.

The porch was repainted.

Anything?

No.

Dr. Fontaine?

Hello?

NYPD.

I'll go this way.

Frank.

Check this out

Ray, Ray...

It's not mine.

I'm heading out.

Why don't you go take a shower

and by the time you're ready,

I will be back.

Okay.

And then we'll take care of...

Don't go anywhere.

Where would I go?

Miss Clayton, it's

Detective Giardello.

Yes, Detective?

Look, I'm not calling

with the best of news.

My partner and I tracked

down Dr. Fontaine

and I'm sorry to inform you that

he was found dead.

He's been murdered.

If you are who I think

you are, I think you're

at the center of something

very dangerous.

I'm sorry, Miss Clayton.

What do I do?

Look, we're on our way.

We're gonna be there in an hour.

Don't leave and don't

answer the door, all right?

Thank you, Detective.

Let's go.

I just know I don't

wanna be involved.

I think you should

have her for dinner.

I wanna take you outside.

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