"DVDRip.XviD-ORPHEUS DVDRip.XviD-ORPHEUS DVDRip.XviD-ORPHEUS DVDRip.XviD-ORPHEUS DVDRip.XviD-ORPHEUS" "Oh, my god..." "This is good." "I mean... really good." "It's delicious." "What did you say this was again?" "I didn't, actually." "It's just an old recipe." "I'm sorry, I haven't seen you in well, gosh, it seems like forever." "All I can talk about is the food." "How have you been?" "Well." "Very well, as a matter of fact." "And what about you?" "I see you went and got yourself inked up." "Oh... (quiet laugh) yeah." "Me and the boys had a little bit too much to drink one night." "When I woke up, I had this tattoo." "I'm sorry." "I really hate to nag, but, uh, ...this is the best thing I've ever tasted." "Please, you have to tell me what it is." "Sometimes it's better not to know." "Come on, what is it?" "Filet?" "Tender loin?" "You're sure you want me to tell you?" "Oh, I'm sure." "Okay." "But I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yet." "That meat you're enjoying so much?" "The secret ingredient... is you." "we're eating you." "Your right leg, to be exact." "Look for yourself." "You'll see." "S04E06" " Aftertaste Original Air Date: 3 March 2008" "Well, there was definitely nothing literal about my dream." "But the guy in it, he, he was young." "He was like 20, 21, uh oh, he had dark, shaggy hair." "Oh, he also had a, uh, a tattoo on his arm." "It was like an eight ball with fire all around it." "I don't know what to tell you, Allison." "No one matching that description has been reported missing." "Or turned up dead." "Lee, can you hold on a second?" "I'm getting another call." "Sorry." "Hello?" "Hello." "Is this Allison Dubois?" "Yes?" "This is Mrs. Desai from the ubient credit corporation." "I'm calling to inform you that your accois more than 90 days past due." "Well, I appreciate your heads up, Mrs. Desai." "But you know what?" "We already know that." "Someone from your company has been nice enough to call us every single day to remind us." "Now, if you can't arrange to make the minimum payment soon," "I'm afraid your credit cards are going to be frozen." "Yeah, you know what?" "We know that, too." "we want to pay you." "We really do." "And we will, as soon as we can." "I'm sorry, I have to get off now." "'Cause I have another call." "Lee, sorry about that." "Uh, no problem." "I'll keep an eye out, okay?" "Thanks." "So, you're fairly confident that Cassandra Baldwin would make a good juror?" "She's perfect for you." "I think thatilhe wl vote to acquit." "Sir?" "Hm...?" "I'm sorry, Allison." "The truth is, ...my mind isn't really on this jury at the moment." "Actually, there's something else" "I would like to discuss with you." "I had dinner last night with an old colleague..." "Jed Garrity." "He was a judge when I was a junior prosecutor." "He's served as a state senator for more than a decade now." "It was quite an interesting evening." "Apparently, there's some dissatisfaction with the way tom van Dyke is handling himself as district attorney." "Imagine that." "Van Dyke is up for reelection soon." "There are some people who are disappointed that he's running unopposed." "Senator Garrity among them." "Last night, Garrity asked me if I'd be interested ...in throwing my hat into the ring." "So what did you say?" "Oh, I told him that I was, uh, content to languish in a rented office on the edge of downtown." "I also told him that I always imagined spending the autumn of my career ...picking up cases on a catch-as-catch-can basis." "What do you think?" "I said?" "I imld h I'm excited." "I told him that I miss serving the city of Phoenix." "I, uh, that I'd be thrilled to stand for the job." "Oh, that's great news." "I'm so happy for you." "I have to admit I'm happy for me, too." "But I'm trying to keep it in check." "This isn't going to be easy." "The logistics of getting a campaign up and running at this late date-- frankly, they're... daunting." "And... (sighs heavily) the senator's support is conditional." "Before he's willing to endorse me, he has concerns that need to be addressed, and chief among them is you." "Hey, if it helps you get your job back," "I will happily crawl under a rock until after the election." "well, I appreciate the offer, but I don't think that's a realistic possibility." "Reporters are quite good at looking under rocks." "Yeah." "Senator Garrity would like to meet you." "Tonight, as a matter of fact." "If you're willing, the three of us could have dinner." "The senator could ask you his questions, and, hopefully... that'll be that." "Dad." "Yeah?" "I need to call Hannah back, and Bridgette won't get off the phone." "Well, I'm in the middle of something, Ariel." "Just be patient." "Yeah, but she's been on the phone for, like, ten minutes." "Who's she talking to?" "I don't know-- some weird guy-- but she won't say when she'll be done." "Well, just hold on for a couple minutes, okay?" "I'm sure she'll be off soon." "Really?" "You got to call somebody in Niagara falls?" "How many times?" "Bridgette, who are you talking to?" "Can you hold on a second, please?" "Mr. Reshmi." "Have you ever talked to anybody in Alaska?" "Bridgette, who is Mr. Reshmi?" "He's the credit card man." "You're talking to somebody from the credit card company?" "Give me the phone." "But we were in the middle of talking." "Mr. Reshmi..." "Hi." "Yeah, my name is Joseph Dubois." "I wonder if your supervisor would be interested in learning you've spent the last ten minutes chatting with a nine year old." "That's right, nine." "Well, all right, let me be really clear about something," "I don't want you calling here again." "I don't want you harassing my family." "And if it continues, then I'm going to call the authorities." "Good-bye." "A hiker's dog sniffed him out of a shallow grave in boyce park this morning." "Somebody stabbed him a couple dozen times, then they dissected him with a chain saw." "The best bet is your friend here died somewhere close to midnight." "That's the same tattoo from my dream." "Now, what would really be helpful would be if you could give me a complete description of this guy." "A little something more than, uh, four feet tall, no arms, no legs, no head." "You know, I could probably also give you the description of the guy who did this to him." "What are you talking about?" "You saw the murder?" "You never mentioned that." "Well, not exactly." "It wasn't realistic." "But there was a man in the dream who was definitely interested in his limbs." "He wanted them for food." "Hubba, hubba." "A hubba from the hubba." "Well, that's good." "But it's not too hubba, right?" "Mm, why do you ask?" "Well, Devalos is too polite to say anything, but I'm getting the feeling that this endorsement hangs on whether or not this Garret guy thinks I'm a complete nut job." "I want to look nice... but sane." "Well, you look very nice." "Very sane." "But I do have to ask:" "Are you sure that you are okay with Devalos campaigning for his old job?" "What are you talking about?" "Well, campaigns mean publicity." "And publicity means reporters." "Lots and lots of reporters." "Asking questions, writing things about you." "It wasn't exactly a party the first time around." "Well, I don't feel like I have a choice." "Devalos isn't asking for my permission to run for office." "He's asking for my help." "I know he's not thrilled of what he's doing right now." "And I feel partially responsible for that." "I'd really like help him get back the one job in the world that makes him truly happy." "Allison." "You look lovely." "Thank you." "Jed... the secret ingredient is you." "Allison Dubois, I'd like you to meet senator Jed Garret." "Hey." "Hi." "Are the girls in bed?" "Uh, ariel's doing homework." "Bridgette and Marie are asleep." "How'd dinner go?" "Oh..." "I passed muster with the senator." "He's going to endorse Devalos." "They're scheduling a press conference for Friday." "Oh, so that's a win, right?" "Yeah, it's great." "I even managed to get through the meal without accusing Garrity of murder." "You know, I spent the whole afternoon with a police sketch artist, giving him a perfect description of an arizona state senator." "what if they distribute that sketch?" "who are you calling?" "Scanlon." "I got to stop them before they put that sketch out." "Hi, this is detective... (sighing):" "Ah, it's going to voice mail." "Lee." "It's Allison." "Uh, listen, uh, that sketch that I did with your artist this afternoon?" "Um, do me a favor and don't distribute it until I talk to you." "Okay, I guess I'll talk to you in the morning." "your mom's going to betide up most of the day, so I'll be picking you up this afternoon, okay?" "Okay, daddy." "All right, kiddo." "Give me a kiss." "Bye." "Daddy, how can we tell mr." "Reshmi that he needs to lock his back door?" "Tell who what?" "Mr. Reshmi." "I had a dream that somebody broke into the place where he lives." "Mr. Reshmi?" "What, the credit card guy?" "You had a dream about the credit card guy?" "I saw his name on the apartment door." "These robbers, they came in from the sliding door in the back." "I think they took a ring." "Uh-huh, okay." "Well, look, bridge, like you said, it was just a dream." "And even though you dreamt it, doesn't necessarily mean that it's going to happen." "But I don't think it was just a dream." "I think we need to warn him." "Warn him?" "Bridge... okay, even if it was one of, you know, those dreams... there's no way of knowing whether this is something that's going to happen or something that's already happened." "But either way, it couldn't hurt to warn him, could it?" "Bridge, I wouldn't have any idea how to begin finding this guy." "I mean, these credit card companies have thousands of employees." "Most of the call centers are in India now." "Well, we could call information." "Okay." "All right, when I go home, I'll, um..." "I'll call the company and I'll, you know, we'll try and give Mr. Reshmi a heads up, okay?" "Thanks, daddy." "I think Mr. Reship will be really glad you called." "Oh, and daddy, make sure he knows that it's the back door, okay?" "Okay." "Manuel Devalos, an instinct for justice." "The campaign should keep the public focused on Mr. Devalos' record." "Minimize any questions about how he achieved it." "You can help us do that, mrs." "Dubois, by being very clear when you talk to the media." "When the word "psychic" comes up, you should say that you've never been comfortable with that term." "In fact, you don't consider yourself psychic." "You've always been highly intuitive, and you've used that "intuition" to solve a number of cases." "Well, the newspapers were very definite about what it was I did for the district attorney." "You really think we can get away with pretending I'm not what I am?" "To be blunt, Allison," "I don't believe you are what you say you are." "Not exactly." "Now, that's not to say that I think you're a fraud... but if I were to accept everything hear about you, well, that would make me question too many of my dearly held assumptions about the world." "And the last thing we want to do is make people question their assumptions." "So, we're trying to find language that fits what you do into the way most people think." "People like the word "intuitive." They're comfortable with it." "I'm comfortable with it." "To me, it describes someone who might use unconventional techniques... in your case, someone who might make leaps in logic that might elude other investigators." "Occasionally, one of those leaps in logic might come to you in a dream." "Is that a pretty fair description of what you do?" "Actually, that's an excellent description." "And I don't have a problem with it, either." "That, to me, sounds like someone" "I would want to have working for the good guys." "Good." "man:" "I'm surrendering!" "I'm surrendering!" "my name's Jed Garret." "I'm a captain in the 101st infantry unit." "I expect all rights due to me..." "Allison, are you all right?" "I'm fine." "Sorry, sir, did you say something to me?" "Garrity:" "I did." "I said I think we accomplished a great deal here this morning, don't you?" "Definitely." "I wanted to thank you for making me 86 those wanted posters depicting our own senator Garrity as a murder suspect." "We got a dna match for the body." "I assume this guy doesn't look familiar." "No, he does not." "This is the murder victim?" "Turns out he's from corpus Christi." "Name is Gordon Laroche." "And seeing as he was 59instead of 20 like the guy you dreamed about, I figured that maybe you were wrong about everything." "Well, I guess I was." "This guy Laroche must've had the same tattoo as the man I dreamt about." "Well, this is great news." "Thank you." "Okay, so I never reached out to Mr. Reshmi." "Would you have spent the afternoon dialing India?" "No, probably not, but I wouldn't have told our daughter" "I was going to do it in the first place." "Well, I'm pretty sure this falls under the category of white lie." "As far as she's concerned, Mr. Reshmi is buying a lock for his back door right now." "And I'm fine with that." "What?" "Nothing." "You're probably right." "She'll probably never know." "Unless, of course, she has another dream about him." "And if she does and she sees his apartment's been broken into, well, then she'll be positive her father lied to her." "I'm not sure that our nine year old is really clear on the difference between a white lie and a regular one." "I guess I'm calling India." "looks like the welcome committee got to you." "You got a name, soldier?" "Jed Garret." "I'm a captain." "Welcome to hell, captain Garret." "I'm from corpus Christi." "The name's Laroche." "Gordon Laroche." "Senator Garrity and Gordon Laroche knew each other." "They spent four years in a prisoner of war camp together." "They even marched side by side in a memorial day parade in 2002." "I can prove it:" "I found this on the internet this morning." "There is a connection between these two men." "I know." "I found out they knew each other yesterday." "Turns out Laroche had quite the gambling problem." "Owed money to bookies in four states." "I looked at his bank statements yesterday-- even when Laroche wasn't working, he still had chunks of money coming in every so often." "$8,500 here, ten grand there." "A lot of that money came in the form of personal checks from Jed Garret." "As a matter of fact, he sent Laroche a check for 15 grand just last Christmas." "So you thinking what I'm thinking?" "What's that?" "Isn't it obvious?" "Garret was making down payments on Laroche's limbs." "It's kind of an expensive meal, but, hey, when you've got a ravenous appetite for human flesh," "I guess you have to expect to pay through the nose." "(Laughs)great, it's comedy." "It's cop comedy, the best kind." "What do you want, Allison?" "It looks to me like every so often senator Garret would try to bail his old war buddy out of trouble." "Should I send a squad car over to his place?" "Charge him with being a nice guy?" "You don't think it's a strange coincidence?" "Laroche turns up murdered in Garrity'sometown?" "Not really." "Especially since Laroche owed money to at least two loan sharks in phoenix." "Tell you what." "I'm going to spend my morning working the whole" ""shady guys Laroche owed money to" thing." "I might even follow upon the fact that, at 10:00 on the night he was killed," "Laroche's hotel manager saw him get into the passenger side of a silver sedan and drive off." "But, hey, if you want to, uh, pursue your" ""senator cannibal" theory, by all means, feel free." "Be sure and let me know if anything breaks." "Garrity:" "Allison?" "Hello." "Are you headed up to manny's office?" "Yeah, I am." "Are you leaving?" "I thought you two were working together this morning." "We were, but i had to reschedule." "A friend of mine died." "I've got to fly out to Texas pay my respects to his family." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." "Were you close?" "Once upon a time." "We were in the service together." "Well, I have to admit, sir," "I know a little bit about your background." "About the things that you've lived through." "I imagine that the bonds that you develop during war are very strong." "You have my condolences." "That's very kind of you." "But the truth is, I've been out of touch with Gordon for, oh... it must be almost 15 years now." "Really?" "You didn't have any contact at all?" "I'd think that people who shared those kinds of experiences would keep in touch." "Unfortunately, my friend and I became very different people." "We just drifted apart." "Gordon and I saw each other at a funeral." "Must've been, oh, '91 or so." "We haven't even spoken since then." "Allison, are you all right?" "You look a little pale." "I'm fine, sir." "Suprabhaat, ubient credit, Bangalore." "Hi." "Do you speak english?" "Yes, sir." "How can I help you?" "Hi, I'm looking for an employee of ubient credit." "I don't have a first name, but his last name is Reshmi." "Your office in Bombay said that they thought that he might work at this branch." "That's right, sir." "Maneck Reship." "Let me see if he's started his shift." "Hello, this is Mr. Reshmi." "Hello, Mr. Reshmi." "My name is Joe Dubois." "I live in phoenix, Arizona." "Uh, you may recall you had a conversation with my daughter the other day." "Uh, she's nine." "You spoke of all the interesting places that you get to call." "Yes, sir." "I... think I remember." "How can I help you?" "Would you like to arrange a payment?" "No, no, actually, uh, I am, uh..." "I'm calling to talk to you about... home security." "I don't think I understand." "I'm calling to ask you to buy a lock for your back door." "Uh, you know, the kind that-that, uh... that makes it impossible to slide open?" "you know what I'm talking about, right?" "You-you have a sliding door?" "I do." "And you're calling me because you'd like me to buy a lock for it?" "That's right, I would." "Uh, I know this sounds, uh, odd." "I'm afraid I don't understand, sir." "Are you trying to sell me a product?" "No, uh, I just want you to tell me that you're going to buy a lock." "I'll tell you what." "I'll pay for it." "Okay?" "Uh, those locks are cheap, right?" "What, uh, what, about... about $25?" "I'll send you a personal check." "If you are going to send a check, why don't you let me credit it to your account?" "No, no, no, no, no." "No, it's for the lock." "You got to buy the lock." "Uh, I'm still confused, Mr. Dubois." "Why exactly are you so concerned with my home security?" "Uh, look, it's, uh... it's my daughter." "Um... my daughter liked you." "actually, she's worried about you, and-and..." "I promised that I would try to get a hold of you." "So what do you say, huh?" "It's not every day that a stranger from another continent offers to buy you a free lock." "so, you sent him a check anyway?" "Yeah, I sent him a check anyway." "You know, I think I need to talk to Devalos to warn him about Garret." "Warn him about what exactly?" "I don't know." "All of it-- the things I've been seeing in my dreams." "Two days from now," "Devalos is supposed to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Garret in front of every reporter in phoenix." "Can you imagine what would happen if Garret becomes a suspect in a murder investigation?" "It would be the end of Devalos's political career." "Well, maybe, but there's nothing that indicates Garrity's going to become a suspect." "What about this?" "The night of the murder, someone picked up Laroche from his hotel in a silver sedan." "Garret drives a silver sedan." "That's not exactly a smoking gun." "Every male in the developed world has owned a silver sedan at some point in his life." "Uh, that's pretty much what Scanlon said to me when I called him this afternoon." "All right, then why do I keep seeing things that tell me that Garrity's a bad guy?" "Why did he look me straight in the face and lie to me?" "He told me he hadn't been in touch with Laroche for years." "He sent him $15,000 last Christmas." "The two of them were in a parade less than five years ago." "What is he trying to hide?" "Rhoades has dysentery." "He's dying." "He's not going to last more than a week." "Now, we can just let it happen, and who knows how many of us are going to starve to death before he dies." "or his death can mean something." "It can help us live." "What are you talking about, captain Garret?" "If Rhoades dies, how does that help us live?" "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" "We don't have any food." "Rhoades is dying anyway, so we just help him along." "Then we get to live." "Man:" "No." "No way." "I can't do that." "We all have to be in on this." "We all have to agree." "And we all have to eat." "God, I'm so hungry." "fine." "But which of us is going to do it?" "Who's going to kill Rhoades?" "We'll draw for it." "Thank god." "two straws left, captain Garret." "Looks like it's between me and you." "Let's just do this, Laroche." "where am I?" "am I home, captain Garret?" "Not yet." "but you will be soon." "Let me be sure I understand you." "A young man named Michael Rhoades died in a Vietnamese prisoner-of-war camp more than 30 years ago, and it's your belief that Jed Garret murdered him then... ate him." "Garret didn't want to do it." "He was starving to death." "All the prisoners were." "He did it so the rest of them could survive." "And you think that all of this is somehow connected to a murder that occurred four days ago?" "Gordon Laroche was in that camp with Garret." "He was in the room when Garret killed Michael Rhoades." "His gambling debts are out of control." "Senator Garret was giving Laroche money, and lots of it." "What if they were blackmail payments?" "What if Laroche said to Garret he was going to expose their little secret if Garret didn't paid him off?" "Don't you think it's possible" "Garret killed Laroche to protect himself, his career?" "No." "Actually, Allison, I don't." "Even if I were willing to concede that, many years ago, in some of the direst circumstances imaginable," "Jed Garret did a terrible thing so that he could survive," "I refuse to believe that he had anything to do with the murder of that man Scanlon found the other night." "This is a man that I've known for more than 20 years." "Someone who has been decorated with the highest medal the military has to give." "And if you're going to come to my house and accuse him of murder, I need something more than dreams about a prisoner of war camp." "There is more." "10:00, the night of the murder, someone drove Laroche from his hotel in a silver sedan." "Garret drives a silver sedan." "Now, I think I'm going to have to bring this to Scanlon." "And I really think you should distance yourself from that man before I do." "And you say this all happened on Sunday night?" "Senator Garret was with meat 10:00 P.M. On Sunday night, sitting right in this very room, as a matter of fact." "That was the night he came to see me about running for district attorney." "We sat right here, drinking whiskey and talking until just before midnight." "I'm sorry to deflate your theory, Allison, but the silver sedan you're referring to was parked in my drive way the entire evening." "ariel:" "Dad?" "Do you know some guy named Mr. Reshmi?" "He called when I was on the other line." "Thanks." "Hello?" "Hello, Mr. Dubois." "I..." "I hope I'm not reaching you at a bad time." "Uh, no, no, I can talk for a couple minutes." "What's up?" "Thieves broke into my apartment last night." "They came in through the back door." "I'm afraid they took everything they could carry." "They even found a ring I had been saving for my engagement." "I have to know, Mr. Dubois:" "How exactly did you think to advise me to buy a lock on the very day I was about to be robbed?" "Um, well, uh... it really has nothing to do with me." "Uh, like I told you, it's my daughter." "Um, she... uh, she worries about people, and at times, it-it... seems like she's very... prescient." "Do you know what I mean by that?" "I think I can guess." "Will you please tell her I appreciate her efforts on my behalf?" "I will." "I-I wish I had been more convincing." "And I wish that I had listened to you." "I also thought you'd like to know that your family's status with the company has changed." "Your account was previously classified as urgent." "Someone was meant to call your home every day until we received payment." "Based on the conversations we had," "I have reclassified your file as payment pending." "It should be quite some time before it's reclassified as urgent." "Perhaps 90 days." "You're telling me that nobody's going to call us for three months?" "That is right, sir." "Wow." "Well, I appreciate that." "Um, are you sure you're comfortable doing that?" "It is a large company." "Errors are made." "Good day, Mr. Dubois." "uh, Bridgette wants to know if, uh, we can contribute a little something to Mr. Reshmi's engagement ring fund." "I mean, you got to hand it to the girl." "She's really built a bridge between the Dubois family and its creditors." "Well, I'm glad one of us is seeing something useful." "You know what I can't stop thinking about?" "Is that poor soldier, Michael Rhoades." "Just a boy, really." "And he died half a world away." "Al... it was horrible, and now, nobody's ever going to know what really happened to him." "Well, maybe that's a good thing, too." "Even if you could prove that this guy died at the hands of his fellow prisoners, what possibly could be gained by exposing it?" "I mean, imagine the horror his family would feel if they found out that this kid was eaten." "And the men who killed him," "I know that they did a terrible thing, but they were in a kind of living hell." "And it doesn't sound like they went on to become career criminals." "I know." "You're right, of course your right." "this is what I keep thinking:" "If I can't tell the truth about Michael Rhoades, and if I can't the police solve la Roche's murder, then why am I seeing these things?" "Why do I have such horrible things stuck in my head?" "Man:" "I don't think I can do this." "I'm serious-- I can't." "We've been over this, evan." "None of us wants to do it." "Gordon's been out of control for a long time." "His debts are getting bigger." "He keeps coming to us for more money." "Now he's threatening to take his story to the networks." "I know, but you're talking about murdering someone." "I haven't held a gun in my hands for over 30 years." "I'm a doctor now." "We've all built lives for ourselves-- that's the point." "If la Roche comes out and tells the truth about what we did to Rhoades, that's it-- we're ruined." "I didn't fly out here to have a debate." "Draw." "Sorry, evan." "Look, I know we need to do this... correction:" "You need to do this." "Why should I be the only one at risk?" "We'll all do it." "Together." "If everybody takes part...then no one can back out later." "No one can become another Laroche." "We can't blackmail each other or threaten to go to the authorities." "Because we'll all be murderers." "Each one of us will be just as guilty as everybody else." "It's the way we should've done this in the first place." "If we all did Rhoades together, then Laroche would've had his own skin in the game, and we wouldn't be having this conversation right now." "Tomorrow night." "Evan, you tell Laroche you need to talk to him." "He can come to your house for a drink." "Put some sleeping pills in his whiskey." "We'll all come over later." "Midnight." "We'll kill him together." "And then each of us will get rid of a piece of him." "Evan, you have to bury what's left of him." "Do you think you can handle that?" "Now let me ask you something." "Do you own a chainsaw?" "Scanlon:" "Evan sabow?" "Yes?" "My name's lee Scanlon." "I'm with the phoenix police department." "I have few questions for you about, uh, about the murder of Gordon Laroche." "You knew him, right?" "Of course." "Gordon and I go way back." "We were in the army together." "Did you happen to see him this past Sunday?" "Sunday?" "I don't think so; no." "You sure?" "Can you remember where you were that night?" "I was here." "I was home all night." "Are you asking me to account for my whereabouts, detective?" "Hope you're not implying I had anything to do with Gordon's death." "Nah, I'm just checking." "Can anybody confirm that you were here-- wife, kids?" "No, I'm divorced." "I was watching television all night, by myself." "I like that tattoo." "Gordon Laroche had one just like it." "Yeah, I know." "We, uh, we got 'em together." "A group of guys from our unit got drunk one night ...when we were on leave;" "...we all had these when we woke up." "Wish to god that we hadn't." "We were just unchof stupid kids." "What's in the bag?" "Oh, just some tools, old stuff I was going to get rid of." "You mind opening it up for me?" "You don't have to." "We could just wait here together ...while somebody drives over a search warrant." "That's a nice-looking chain saw." "You shouldn't keep your tool sail mixed up like that, though." "They're I was going to get rid of them." "Hmm... (sniffs) that smells like bleach." "No wonder you're looking to dump that thing." "It's not going to last very long if you use bleach to clean it." "I really don't see that that's any of your business, detective." "Funny thing about chain saws, though." "They're almost impossible to get completely clean." "There's just too many nooks and crannies." "So, dr." "Sabow if I take a real close look at that thing, ...you think I'll find some of Gordon Laroche's blood on it?" "Hello?" "Evan Sabow just confessed to the murder of Gordon Laroche." "Lee, that's great." "Have you arrested Garret and the others?" "No." "And right now, it doesn't look like we're going to." "What do you mean?" "Why not?" "Sabow confessed but he's saying it was all him." "He says he killed Laroche without any help." "Well, that's not right." "Laroche was blackmailing all of them." "All four of them killed him." "Not according to Sabow." "He says Laroche borrowed money from him, the two of them had an argument about when Laroche was going to pay him back and it turned physical." "He's lying." "He's trying to protect the others." "I believe you, but we searched his house." "There's no evidence that ties anyone else to the murder." "None of the neighbors saw anybody coming or going from the house on the night Laroche died." "We'll keep working it, but, uh, it looks like Sabow's taking the truth to jail with him." "So that's it?" "So Garret and the rest of them just get away with it?" "I hope not, Allison, but at this point, that's a possibility." "Evan Sabow may be a bad murderer, but, uh," "I have to admit he's a good soldier." "senator Garret?" "I'd like to talk to you about Gordon Laroche." "I'm afraid I don't have time for a conversation right now." "Senator... you really shouldn't be here, Mrs. Dubois." "I'm sure you're aware that manny and I have a press conference starting in just a few minutes." "I would hate for any reporters to see you hanging around." "You don't want to hear about Laroche." "Why don't we talk about private Michael Rhoades?" "Would you all excuse us a moment?" "It's been a long time since anyone mentioned that name to me." "I know what happened in that camp." "I know that Gordon Laroche was blackmailing all of you about it." "And you killed him." "That's quite a story, especially since Evan Sabow just confessed to Gordon's murder." "From what I'm told, they were havin argument over money." "But we know better, don't we?" "And don't think that you and you're friends are just going to walk away from this." "I am going to find a way to prove that you did it." "That sounds like a tall order." "The killer's in jail; he freely admits to his crime." "And I must say, I don't understand why a woman of your obvious talents would waste her time on a piece of business like this one." "The four of you killed someone." "Fair enough." "But let me make sure I've got your story right." "A long time ago, a soldier died so that the men he served with could survive." "My guess is, they were probably aware of the burden that the death of Michael Rhoades placed on them." "Who knows?" "Maybe they even made anonymous contributions to the family of that poor, dead soldier." "Seems like the least they could do." "If these men had any kind of decency at all, it seems to me that they would live their lives in a way that honored the sacrifice that made them possible." "Don't expect me to sympathize with you." "You gave up your right to understanding when you murdered Gordon Laroche." "Right." "Gordon Laroche." "He's the sticking point here, isn't he?" "If you're right about any of this, he's the only one who made it out of that camp who didn't understand the legacy that Rhoades left behind." "The only one who didn't hold himself to a higher standard." "If fact it sounds like you think Laroche tried to exploit that terrible time for his personal gain, and he tried to drag the rest of those survivors down into the mess he had made for himself." "Would I be sorry that someone like that was gone?" "Not at all." "He wasn't worthy of the life another man gave him." "Now, if you'll excuse me, Allison," "I have to go help put your boss back in office." "A man I happen to believe will do a lot of good." "A man I believe will help you do a lot of good." "And that's all most of us want, isn't it?" "A chance to do something good with the time we have."