(flashback, on the phonograph to Walter Jones) A sad, painful song. A song of lies and betrayal, heartbreaking. But a song can only make you feel so much. It's no substitute for real suffering. That's why I invited you to my home. Everything I worked for, you stole it and sold it to the highest bidder and kept the money. My money. Then you bought off the judge and made me look like a liar. So while you made millions, I invested my unrewarded ingenuity and hard work into making this place a lesson in pain, lies, and betrayal. You may be smart enough to steal my inventions, but let us see if you are smart enough to survive them. (Walter tries to run from the room, steps on a tile that gives way releasing the angel-wing knives, and knocking him to the floor, fatally wounded. Sam puts the broken phonograph pieces in Walters' pockets, walks out of the penthouse and locks the door as Sam dies inside)
S6 E10Death House
(about Richard Lawson) If this guy's a successful real-estate agent, what's he doing breaking into Sam Harding's penthouse?
Well, before he died, Harding set up a trust to take care of his home, keep it empty after his death. Nobody was allowed to go inside, not even the building's super or maintenance man.
He wanted to hide the fact that he murdered Walter Jones and left him there to rot.
His secret and Jones' body would've remained undiscovered, except this week the rule against perpetuities went into effect.
That stops dead people from owning property forever.
Right, which means the penthouse was just about to be put up for auction by the state.
S6 E11Second Chances
(helping Mac carry a Christmas tree) So you had to pick the biggest one, huh?
It's a Taylor family tradition. Every Christmas we visit all the tree lots looking for that one. And then the day after New Year's, when everybody puts their trees out by the curb, my dad would drive us around the neighbourhood to see if we could find a bigger one than ours.
And?
17 Taylor Christmases, never once did we find a tree that beat us.
That's the victim, but who's the other guy?
They're both James Manning. The moment I saw him, I knew there was something familiar about him. And then when I saw that scar on his hand... I ran him through CARS for past collars and came up with this booking photo.
It's hard to believe they're the same person.
Put some meat on his bones and a shave and he looks like a completely different guy.
It's never a good thing when you look better in the autopsy photo than you do when you're alive.
I have to ask. Two years nurturing someone back to health, getting to know them, watching them grow. How do you rationalize killing them?
They're a cancer. Living in the street like dogs. Begging for change.
Leaving their feces and stench in boxes in doorways.
How long do you think they would have lasted before you or some other cop found them dead? We took them off the street. We gave them two more good years.
Two years living in a Park Avenue apartment building. Wearing the best designer clothes and expensive jewelry. We gave them things, things they never could have imagined. Having a life they were never supposed to live. We gave them two more years. Two years they would have never had.
And the payment for that was their lives?
(as he looks on at the interigations) Sam, you were next.
What?
Your life was insured for over $5 million dollars. In order to become a legitimate beneficiary, Debbie called herself your fiance in all of the paperwork.
I can't believe this is happening. I was living on the streets. She helped me get a place.
This was all part of the plan. Debbie and Grace waited two years, enough time for the policies to mature and pay out at maximum benefits, no matter what the manner of death. Most likely, Sam, in a week, you'd have been dead.
You chose people who were vulnerable and broken. People you knew had nobody to question your motives. What's it like to live without a conscience?
It's like being rich. Something you probably know nothing about.
Putting people like you away for the rest of your life, doing good... that makes me rich. Something you probably know nothing about.
I'm thinking our vic's wallet and jewelry were on someone's Christmas list.
Along with his life.
Well, let's hope that Eli can spin a better story than Sam. 'Cause the one he's telling in there just isn't holding water.
You're so wrong. He isn't capable of murder.
Anyone's capable of murder, Miss Fallon.
I know you think I had something to do with this.
Most of the people who sit in this chair... they lie. Each time that happens we get a little bit better at knowing who's telling the truth and who's not.
And how about me, Detective. Am I a liar?
I'll let you know.
I'm going to go get Grace Chandler. Stella, you go get Sam Baker, get him out of lockup, and bring him down to Interrogation. You two pick up Debbie Fallon, get her over to the precinct.
What's going on?
We got ourselves a triangle. Except it doesn't involve love. It involves murder.
When I was a little girl, there was a sign hanging above the desk where I did my homework. And it said that "Temptation will lean on the doorbell, but opportunity may knock only once."
As ironic as it might seem, Debbie provided me with a second chance, and I plan to make the most of it.
Good.
Is this the part where I look at the bloody crime scene photo, break down in tears and confess to murder?
Only if you did it.
Hey, Danny, I'm waiting for your 'boom'.
Ah, no more 'booms'. Lindsay made me promise. She's afraid it's gonna be Lucy's first word.(keeps checking the car) Boom! This is our car.
I've been guilty of it myself. Put a couple of coins or a dollar in a cup and move on. Never looking at them in the eyes, never thinking you can do more to help.
Those couple of coins in the cup, that's more than most.
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