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...of which the board will supervise,

subject to the provisions of the will.

There must be some kind of mistake.

l'm afraid not, Miss Havers.

What were the provisions?

That the money would go

to a blood heir, if Mr. Dunlap had one.

Otherwise, the trust

is to donate the money...

...to Mr. Dunlap's

favourite country club.

This is bullshit. What--?

These are your stepfather's

last wishes.

ls there any other money?

Mr. Dunlap took out a $2 million

life-insurance policy last year.

But with no heir, l'm afraid

that also reverts to the trust.

So $25,000 a year. That's it?

A lot of people live very well

on $25,000 a year.

ln the Glades, maybe.

We'll have the papers ready for you

to sign in front of the judge tomorrow.

-Term National.

-lt's me.

Well, how's life in Blue Bay

with the rich and shameless?

Same sh*t, different day.

Listen, Lacey,

l need you to do me a favour.

Give me everything you can

on Niles Dunlap. Hire a Pl.

l want the good,

the bad, the ugly.

-Where are you going with all this, T.?

-l smell a rat.

What up, boss?

Thought you fulfilled

your weekly hours.

Got another angle

on the Brittney Havers story.

This sh*t ain't gonna sell.

You need to think sensational.

That's what l'm talking about.

That's kind of disrespectful

to Brittney.

What the hell do l care?

F*** her if she can't take a joke.

But with the will, l'm sure she

doesn't need any more bad news.

What about the will?

l heard she lost out on everything

except 25 grand a year.

All his money's going

to the country club...

...unless they can find

a blood relative.

Damn. That f***er must

have been worth a boat load.

Sixty-five mil, according to Forbes.

Honey, you need to get out more.

Perfect.

Let's see what we got here.

l'm afraid there's not much

we can do for the little fella.

l didn't think so, doctor.

What l need here

is some information.

What kind of information?

Where did this thing come from?

Why was it found in the control panel

of a downed airplane?

-You really loved this rat, didn't you?

-lndeed. This could be worth 2 million.

Okay, l'll run some tests.

-l really appreciate this. Thanks.

-Sure, buddy.

Yeah, you rat.

Crime figures are down

for one reason only.

Hard work and dedication

of men and women of this department.

Excuse me. l'm in the middle

of this dog and pony show.

-We got it.

-What?

The guy from the security tape.

Fax came from Miami P.D.

Small-time hood runs backroom

gambling joints for the Cuban Mafia.

l'll call you back.

There she is!

Everything's fine, Brittney.

Come on.

-What's going on?

-There's a wrinkle in Dunlap's will.

What do you mean?

The clause about a blood relative

getting the money.

Come on, make some room.

Back off.

She doesn't have a comment.

No, she is lying!

Order! l will not tolerate

another outburst in my courtroom.

l understand that this is hard for you,

but you will respect this process.

Now, Miss King,

will you please continue.

Like l said,

Niles Dunlap was my father.

You lying little b*tch!

Order in the court! Order!

Order! Order!

Court's adjourned.

We'll try again tomorrow,

with a little more decorum, perhaps.

-Bridge.

-lt's me.

-You're working late.

-You got Cragen's panties in a bunch.

He's scared you'll lose

out on a big payout.

You tell him not to worry.

Bridge will bring this home.

What you got on Dunlap?

Okay. Married three times.

Twice divorced.

Brittney's mother was the last wife.

Committed suicide a year ago.

lt was real nasty too.

Took a long car ride

off a very short jetty.

She'd found out about his reputation

with the ladies.

What kind of reputation?

He's seen more p*ssy

than an animal shelter.

l love it when you talk dirty.

Had a world-famous wine collection

in the cellar of his $1 0 million mansion.

l wouldn't expect anything less

from a corporate tyrant.

-That it?

-l always have more for you, T.

He was also a big-time gambler.

Seedy backrooms in Miami, as well as

legit tables in Biloxi and Atlantic City.

Wouldn't bat an eyelid at dropping

a mil or two. He was compulsive.

He learned to fly so he could squeeze

in a little more time at the tables.

Even taught stepdaughter Brittney to

fly so he could down a cocktail or two.

Very interesting.

l overnighted

Dunlap's medical records.

Thanks, Lacey.

You're the best.

--where high-school student

Maya King came forward...

... claiming to be the illegitimate

daughter of Niles Dunlap.

The room exploded in chaos

when Brittney Havers...

...attacked Miss King

upon hearing the news.

Bailiffs restrained Miss Havers...

...before the judge ordered the court

adjourned for the day.

Plot thickens.

-And these are?

-Letters, Your Honour.

-From Mr. Dunlap to my mother.

-Love letters?

No, l wouldn't call them that.

Tell me about them.

When were they written?

After l was born. Summer of '84.

My mother worked

in the Dunlap mansion.

One of her three jobs.

For the first month,

he didn't even talk to her.

lgnored her like she was

a piece of trash.

But then one evening,

that all changed.

Suddenly he was all over her

like a rash.

A few weeks later,

she exploded the myth...

...you can't get pregnant

your first time.

The very same day he fired her,

he cut her a check...

...gave her the name of a doctor

he wanted her to see.

Needless to say, she didn't know what

he wanted her to do with the money.

How could he not see the crucifix

around her neck?

This is an outrage! We're dragging

a respected man through the mud...

...based on the testimony

of a less than reliable witness.

l will not tolerate

any more interruptions!

-Miss King.

-l'm sorry.

lt's just--

lt still hurts to think about.

Mom put me in foster homes

when she needed to save money.

l haven't spoken to her

in a couple of years.

Last l heard,

she moved to Puerto Rico.

l went through her personal stuff

after she skipped town...

...and that's

when l found those letters.

All from Niles.

All threatening her...

...if she revealed

that he was my father.

Order!

Order!

Miss King.

You'll be required to submit

to a DNA test...

...which will be matched

to the late Mr. Dunlap.

-Really?

-The results will be back in two days.

At which time this court

will make a final ruling.

Court dismissed.

There you go.

-Thanks.

-Let's go.

Now, what do we have here?

Niles Dunlap,

exhumation for DNA testing.

That's a killer.

-Cancer sticks.

-Everybody dies, believe me.

-l'm sorry, l didn't catch your name.

-Terence. Terence Bridge.

Term National Life lnsurance.

Well, Mr. Dunlap must be

an important client of yours, huh?

He was.

l wrote the policy myself.

Now l'm on the hook for 2 million.

lt's gotta be a pain in the ass

for you, this whole mess.

lt's no big deal.

When you finish doing the DNA, could

you give me a call? Let me know?

-You'll be the first to know.

-Great.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

l gotta open this up.

l appreciate your help.

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