♪ Picture yourself in the living room ♪
♪ Your pipe and slippers set out for you ♪
You get done cleaning up thatmess, go tackle the John.
Stopped up again.
I look like a janitor, Tommy?
Haven't taken my lunch yet.
You're spending too much time on each job, Ed.
You gotta turn around six more cars after you clean the can.
♪ The need to get up for it ♪
♪ Oh you cut out the middleman ♪
I'd eat first before I walked in there, Ed.
Or call FEMA.
Hey, Channel 7. What's she wearing?
'Welcome to Pennsylvania Power Lotto..'
Wearing out your bank account, buddy.
It's a sucker's dream.
Ed? Can I talk to you?
- Yeah. - I um..
I just got that estimate on my car.
I can't afford this.
Two grand.
Ain't that beautiful.
Tommy ought to be ashamed of himself.
Yeah, I just got my tuition bill.
But I need my car to get from work to school. I--
Relax. Relax.
Most of these repairs you don't even need.
A-and I got a rebuilt water pump in the back.
- I just need it to run. - Uh..
- 'What can you afford?' - 'Um..'
- Maybe 400. - Four hundred?
Okay, I'll fix all the stuff you need to have done
and drop it off your place tomorrow.
- Don't sweat it, Shelly. - Thanks, Ed.
- No problem, Shelly. - You're the best.
♪ Let go of it ♪
♪ Can't let go of it ♪
Keep cutting folks a break like that
boss will take it out of your hide, Ed.
Yeah, he can kiss it.
- 20, 49.. - Hey, what's it up to?
Huh?
Jackpot. What's the latest?
I don't know. Seven, eight mil?
27..
Break's over, George.
Ed, you just tell that customer we padded her bill?
And 55.
'Thanks for playing Pennsylvania Power Lotto today.'
'Benefits to public school..'
I'm talking to you, Ed.
You can stick it where the sun don't shine, Tommy.
'Cause I quit!
Look at this!
How long you playing the lotto, Ed?
Well, since my sister, Pam
was old enough to buy me a ticket.
Hey, Ed. What are you planning on doing with the eight million?
What do you think? I'm gonna spend it!
Well, Detective Strickland
just caught that double over in Point Breeze.
I'll call you later.
Look like you could use a few winks, Walt.
Too many open jobs, Lil.
Hoping you might be able to take one off my plate.
Heard one might be thawin' out?
Auto mechanic named Ed Dubinski got popped in Fishtown
on his way back from the SwiftMart.
- Way back to where? - Working late in the garage.
Shooter took his wallet.
- Robbery gone bad. - What we thought.
'Thing is, Dubinski wasn't just any grease monkey.'
He won eight million in the lottery six months before.
- Eight million? - 'Yeah.'
I asked the bank to keep Ed's account open in case the doer
'tried to use the stolen ATM card.'
And how much was in the account?
- Seven and change. - Seven mil?
Seven dollars and thirty nine cents.
Dubinski went through it all.
- Lost eight million dollars? - Yeah.
Turns out a lot of these lottery winners get in over their heads.
One third of them go bankrupt in five years.
Ed was no different.
Has something kicked up on the case?
Someone used Dubinski's card yesterday
at a sandwich shop in Center City.
- ATM camera working? - 'There wasn't one.'
Uh, doer attempted a withdrawal, checked his bank balance.
Means the killer knew his PIN number.
Someone who knew him?
Or the stickup guy made him give it up.
But why wait two years to hit that account?
Unless they think the jackpot's still out there.
Ed Dubinski, 34.
Moved back to his old Fishtown apartment
a few days before his murder.
Talk about bottoming out.
The guy burned through eight mil in six months.
Wait, how's that even possible?
What was he, smokin' it?
Jackpot's up to 18 mil this week.
More people in the pool, more tickets we can buy.
I don't know. Seems like a chump's game.
Well, this chump's gonna be rich
when the money train comes in.
You in the lotto pool, Will?
- Nope, it's pointless. - Wrong.
Point is, dreaming about the things you'd do if you won.
Uh, Dubinski went for a pack of smokes
at the SwiftMart around midnight.
Shot in an empty lot on his way back to the auto repair shop.
Slug from a nine recovered from the body.
Cashier, Shelly Reid, last to see talking to Rush.
Any surviving next of kin?
Uh, older sister, Pam, owns a hardware store
in East Falls with her husband, Marty.
Took custody of Ed at age 18.
What happened to the parents?
Lost mom to a car accident, dad to prison.
What else we got on Ed's finances?
Money manager listed here as a Roger Weaver, on the way in.
PIN number was 7-4-7-5-3-9.
Figure the killer had to know Ed to get that number?
What are the odds of guessing a six-digit PIN?
I'll bet I could guess yours.
Shut up.
Fifty bucks. Give me your ATM card.
Tell you right now.
It ain't my birthday or my address.
Machine eats it, you owe me double.
We'll see.
I work part-time at the Swiftee.
I'm going to night school to become a veterinarian.
Tough, though, you know?
- You knew Ed from the store? - 'He worked up the street.'
Used to come in for coffee and smokes.
Seemed like a nice guy.
You said that he fixed your car?
It was always breaking down.
He knew I was on a tight budget, so..
...he'd cut me a break and then I'd give him free refills.
Ed come in to use the ATM a lot?
Sometimes. Just coffee that night, though.
He'd just moved back to Fishtown.
Did he seem okay to you
when he left the store?
I think he was a little embarrassed
about losing all that money.
I can't believe somebody would shoot him.
Sweet guy, you know?
I can only offer financial advice, detective.
Most of my clients take it.
Mr. Dubinski was an exception.
An eight million dollar exception.
5.2 after taking the lump sum.
Three million after taxes.
'Another million down on a house with property tax due.'
And the rest went to whomever had their hand out first.
How'd you get hooked up with Ed, Mr. Weaver?
Well, I get most of my clients through referral
but Mr. Dubinski found me in theYellow Pages.
You draw up a will for him?
Well, I set him up with an attorney to-to handle it
'but he was killed before the scheduled appointment.'
So any money would've gone to..
His sister
'now stuck with probate.'
ButI'd be surprised if there's enough
to cover his funeral expenses.
We'll need to take a look at all of his financial records.
Look, detective, I regret I couldn't help him
more than I did.
But a fool and his money are easily parted.
'My little brother practically grew up in this store.'
Yeah, always tinkering with something.
Marty taught him how to fix things.
How he got so good with cars.
Anyone you know had a problem with Ed?
No. Everybody loved him.
He was like a-a big kid.
If anything killed Ed, it was that damn lottery.
The lottery killed Ed?
We never had any money when we were growing up.
It was all just too much.
His face gets on TV, and all of a sudden
he's surrounded by a bunch of phonies
takin' advantage of him.
Any in particular you remember?
'I didn't know any of them.'
Too many freeloaders to count.
Hard to believe how fast he burned through all that cash.
'We tried to get him to do something constructive with it.'
But it was like, like the money wasn't real to him.
Cleaned out his apartment, there was nothing but bills.
And this probate thing is still a mess.
I'd like to get copies of Ed's probate papers.
- If that's okay. - However I can help.
Is Ed the kind of guy that'd give out his
ATM card or PIN number?
Maybe. Ed trusted everybody. Generous to a fault.
Problem was, he just..
...couldn't say no.
Hey!
Hey, hey, you guys check out the bathrooms?
All-black porcelain and gold fixtures.
Plasma TV's in every one.
Huh?
Oh, it's, uh, it's really something, Ed.
Are those, uh, pinball machines over there?
Yeah!
I used to get up everyday to fix cars
now I just play pinball all day.
Hey, Pammy, you remember when we were kids
when we went to Atlantic City?
And then...we just like played, all day.
Of course I remember, Ed. Yeah.
Do you know all these people?
Sure, they're all my friends.
Hope you're not spending too much money.
Oh, hey, that reminds me. I got..
I got something special for you guys.
'No, open it. Open it.'
Oh! The Atlantic City boardwalk.
It's 50,000!
- Wow! - I owe you, Pam.
Ed, you know you don't owe me a thing.
Thanks.
- You're the best, bud. - Thanks.
If you guys need anything else you just let me know, okay.
'Smokey One-Niner, this is Rubber Duck!'
'Your presence is requested outside on the double.'
Oh, dude.
Sounds like my ride got here. Hey, come on.
'Come on!'
Whoa!
Yeah! Ha-ha!
Wow!
Oh!
Oh, hello, pretty car.
'This is awesome!'
How much this car cost, Ed?
Who cares? Look at it!
Oh!
♪ Chelsea Chelsea I believe ♪
Yeah!
♪ The boys get lonely after you leave ♪
Old Georgie wasn't laughing too hard when his buzz wore off.
George Sweeney, from the garage?
Yeah, the two of them were..
...like kids in a candy store. Used to be good friends.
Sounds like he handed out a lot of checks.
Well, we didn't need it. But we put it to good use.
Something I wish that Ed would have done.
'Now, George Sweeney filed'
a two million-dollar lawsuit against Ed.
Hired that ambulance chaser with those late-night TV ads.
The "King of Compensation."
Any record of a trial or a settlement?
Ah, looks like it was dismissed.
George still works at the auto shop in Fishtown.
Near where Ed was killed.
Yeah, maybe old George figured out Ed's PIN number.
'Thought he was still due a nice settlement.'
What you got?
Figure out how the code's personal.
'We figure how the shooter got it.'
- Run Ed's personal info? - Mm-hmm.
Old phone numbers, addresses, friends' birthdays
social numbers, you name it. Nothin' yet.
We get any paperwork from the money manager?
Eight million dollars of it.
Saw the latest jackpot just went up to 33 million.
Nick sucked you in on that pool?
Hmm, well, 33 will pay for a lot of old Blue Note vinyl.
How about you, boss?
Got a better chance of winning"American Idol."
First try, sucker.
Knew it had to be either Flyers or boobies.
Hi.
- That's gonna leave a mark. - 'A little jumpy, George?'
Or you just naturally clumsy?
- What's this all about, guys? - Ed Dubinski.
You took a dive on his property.
- Ed was my friend. - Is that why you sued him?
I had a lot of medical bills.
I-I-I just needed Ed's insurance to pay up.
- It wasn't personal. - Oh, sure it was.
You go back to rebuild transmissions.
He goes off to spend his millions.
No, I was, I was happy for Ed.
Look, I-I was his friend before he won that money
and I was still his friend after he lost it.
How did you know he lost it all, George?
Why else would you move back to Fishtown?
- You own a gun, George? - No, no, no.
I never asked Ed for a thing.
But, I mean, you win a lotto like that, you never know
who's gonna come crawling out of the woodwork.
♪ There's something natural in the way you touch me ♪
♪ Yeah yeah, ♪
♪ It's a feeling that I can't describe ♪
♪ Something mystic in the soul connection ♪
♪ Yeah yeah ♪
♪ There's something magic in your misty eyes ♪
To the good life.
♪ Don't you say that it's all the same ♪
Listen, Ed..
I feel real bad about that shark lawyer bugging you.
Yeah, I got to say I was kind of surprised
you didn't talk to me first.
- I mean, we go way back, right? - I know.
I had no idea that he was gonna sue you.
Yeah.
I talked to my, uh, insurance people.
They said that ATV accidents aren't covered under my policy.
So..
Here.
Twenty five G's?
That's a lot of money, Ed. I can't take this.
George, we're like family, man.
I don't want this to come between us.
Just-just take it.
Thanks. Tsk. Thanks.
Oh, I best be goin'.
Some of us got to go back to work.
What, Tommy threatened to fire you?
Told me I got to do three clutches tomorrow.
Hey, make sure you resurface the flywheel.
Armchair mechanic.
What can I say? I get bored.
Alright.
First one with a head shot
doesn't have to make a run for beer.
Oh!
This is when the real guns came out.
You know, I knew that it was time to get back to reality.
The hell was this crazy old codger?
- Ed said it was his father. - His father?
- Thought he was long gone. - Yeah.
He must've heard about Ed hitting the big money.
Came to pick up a payday.
And it looked like he came back to have a catch.
Hey!
'Jack Dubinski, Philly PD. Open up.'
I'm entertainin' a friend. Do you mind?
Not at all.
Open up, Jack.
Come back when you got a warrant.
Gun.
What did you do that for?
No, you don't.
- Welcome back to Philly, Jack. - Watch the back! Not my back!
'That gun's gonna land you back in prison.'
How long depends on what you tell us.
What did I do now?
For starters, you're here..
...in the same town your son got capped.
Yeah? The world's a rough place.
I don't recall your daughter telling us
you were at his funeral.
I got no relationship with my daughter.
No, you just came out of your rat hole to shake Ed down.
A month later, your boy's dead.
Just 'cause I'm a crappy dad
don't mean I'd hurt my own blood.
Ed's old bank card got used a couple days ago.
We turn this place upside down, we gonna find it?
Don't know what you're talking about.
Why did you go see Ed, Jack?
It wasn't a shakedown. I just..
...needed a little help, get back on my feet.
♪ We've lived in bars and danced on tables ♪
Some place you got here, Ed.
Thanks.
We like it.
Want a drink? We got a bar.
Uh, beer is fine.
Hey, can we get two beers, baby?
You remember Nikki?
Engaged, huh?
Congratulations.
Thanks.
♪ Swords and arches ♪
♪ Bones and cement ♪
- Keep an eye on her. - What do you mean?
One thing I know about women
who've got one hand on your wallet
and one foot out the door.
No risk, no reward, right?
I must have got that from you.
Why I kept playing numbers all these years?
Blew through my share of cash, too.
Wished I'd put some aside, looked out more for you.
Pam took care of me.
And Marty.
How is your sister?
She'd be surprised to see you.
- Yeah. - I know I was.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, kid.
'But we have plenty of time to catch up now, don't we?'
Sure. Yeah, I'd like that.
Alright.
Hey, I got something for you.
♪ The kid was a homecoming the champion the horse ♪
It's a...it's a French circus Nikki's been wanting to see.
We're, uh, driving over to Atlantic City tonight.
- 'Hoping you could join us.' - Yup. It sounds like fun.
Yeah, I thought, like, afterwards we could go
to the boardwalk, like when Pam and me were kids.
'And then we could go play pinball'
'and go over to that museum, you know'
the one with the... with the mermaid in it.
Yeah, sure, Ed, listen..
...uh, about that thing.
What, dad?
We-we talked about it before.
♪ We will bust down your door ♪
♪ If you're not there ♪
♪ Lived in bars and danced on tables ♪
Thanks, son.
Don't worry, I-I promise to pay you back.
Ed didn't like what I said about his lady
but he sort of knew I was right.
So, where were you the night Ed got shot?
St. Joe's hospital, getting prepped for surgery.
Surgery?
Fused vertebrae so I can work again.
Ed's money saved my life.
Finally...be able to hold down a job.
Another Hallmark moment in the Dubinski clan.
Yeah, we talked about..
...keeping in touch, but it just wasn't gonna happen.
Maybe you could call your daughter
see if she'll bail you out.
Upsy-daisy.
Pipkey, Piskey, Pisley, Perkey..
"Riskey," with an E.
- Uh-uh. - 'Why?'
Guy's a mechanic, not a spelling bee champ.
Put it in.
Satisfied?
Not until I get everybody in the pool.
Know what the jackpot's worth?
Enough to get me a down payment
on a Main Line mansion.
Walk-in closet
full of high-heel shoes.
More tickets we get, the better our chances.
Mama could use a new pair of shoes.
Mm-hmm.
'Uh, going through the probate papers'
I found this, a Nikki Dubinski opened a credit card
using Ed's name and social.
A week before he died.
Ed's fiancée. They ever married?
Well, looks like she was enjoying
an extended stay at the Four Seasons..
...when he found out about the card.
Froze the account, and she was arrested for credit card fraud.
Nikki Dubinski.
Nicole Atkins.
Nikki von Haven. That's quite a sheet .
Fraud charges were dropped after Ed's murder.
Lucky lady. Know where she is?
I faxed her photo to a few of the high-end hotels..
...and just got a call back from the Hardtmore.
The concierge recognized her as one of the ladies
on the four-star lounge bar circuit.
Oh...happy hunting for her next millionaire.
Macallan 18, neat.
Old school scotch man. I like that.
Nicole Gillette.
- Pleased to meet you. - John Stillman.
The pleasure is mine.
I'm thinking finance or pharmaceuticals.
- Close? - Not quite.
Try not to make a scene, Nikki.
Hate to snatch you up out of here
in front of all these nice, rich people.
Ooh. Oh, my..
I see three different names, Nikki.
What's the matter, fellas?
Slow night in Killadelphia?
- Ed Dubinski, your late fiance. - I'm aware.
Someone used his ATM card lookin' for money.
A little pillow talk, figured you knew his PIN.
I don't know anything about thatorEd's murder.
I look like a killer?
Takes all kinds even pretty ones.
Look, Ed knew the deal.
He enjoyed my company
but we both knew it wasn't built to last.
Two guys out front just repoed
your little race car, Ed.
Really?
What, you don't care?
You got checks bouncing all over town.
Hell, the pool boy even quit.
Is that before or after you slept with him?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
I know how this works, Nikki.
It's been a good ride, but it's time for me to get off.
No, it's time for you to get off your duff, Ed.
Get it together and figure out what you want.
You know what? You're right.
- I want you to keep the ring. - So, that's it?
It's time for me to get my house in order.
Well, I'd start by paying your property tax bill.
It's three months late.
I don't know which was worse, Nikki
winning the lotto or meetin' you.
That was the beginning of the end for Ed.
Went into a tailspin when he couldn't buy his daddy's love.
Evidently yours, neither.
What happened to the rest of Ed's money?
He was all but broke by the time he moved back to Fishtown
with his tail between his legs.
Where were you the night Ed was shot?
With a lawyer from Chestnut Hill.
I'd call him at work.
His wife's a real bitch on wheels.
Found some big gaps in Weaver's paperwork.
Yeah? How so?
For one thing, he charged him 20 percent off the top.
Twenty percent?
He should just hit the guy over the head.
Hmm. And Weaver only put the minimum down
on all of Ed's hard assets, his house, his car.
- To put the cash into bonds? - Or so he said.
But it looks like he was moving money
in and out of his accounts.
Using Ed's money as a float.
Hmm. Maybe to shore up other clients' accounts?
Robbing Peter to pay Paul.
I checked with the Board of Standards
for certified financial planners.
Ed filed a formal grievance against Weaver
just before his murder.
Could have taken away Weaver's license.
AV unit found something else.
Check it out.
Also found him with three other Powerball winners.
'Lottery millionaires were his racket.'
Johnny on the spot.
Makes you wonder how he keeps getting there first.
You know what I'd get?
A new Bugatti.
It's mad torque, over 600 ponies.
Only built 300 of them.
Well, you ain't getting Bugatti
'cause you didn't pony up for the pool.
What? What? It's not too late, is it?
Sorry, pal. Next time.
Oh, wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Hey, hey, hey, here, come on.
Well..
Nice.
'Whoa.'
What the hell?
Look at this.
Are you serious?
Punk-ass bitch!
Punk-ass bitch?
You do this to my car, pal?
Huh? You the guy that been calling me?
Oh, man, you guys are cops?
Yeah, you got two seconds before you catch
the beating of your life, moron.
What is your problem, man?
My problem? He slept with my wife.
- What? - Who's your wife?
Frankie. She's my wife.
'Quite a racket you got going, Roger.'
We found the lottery official who had been
feeding you names and addresses of the latest winners.
Gerald Malone.
Just lost his job.
But he is willing to testify
that you paid him for the referrals.
I don't believe this.
Working stiff like Ed never had a chance
with your paws on his money.
I have been a certified financial planner
for over 15 years.
Certified scam artist.
Securing bad loans, making a mess of his money.
But no bailout for Ed.
He had to file a grievance with the board.
You would have lost your license.
He was gonna have you prosecuted.
But a guy like you would never let that happen.
What's, what's going on?
You think that I had something to do with Ed's murder?
I'm sure the DA would find your attempt
to cover up fraud and larceny pretty compelling motive, Roger.
This is ridiculous. I didn't kill Ed.
He almost killed me.
You got to take the long view, Ed.
Now, the market, it took an unexpected turn.
'And your investments are down for the moment.'
'They're gonna rebound at some juncture.'
- How long? - Hard to say.
Five, maybe ten years.
But-but I, I still got some money, right?
Well, cash flow's a little light right now.
No more toys for a while.
Uh, my house, my car--
Well, the good news is that we can use the equity
left in your house to pay off the rest of your debts.
And, thanks to me, you still have your old apartment.
- Thanks to you? - Yeah.
I held the lease termination
just in case you needed someplace to go back to.
Now, most people aren't as lucky.
Lucky? You call this lucky?
Back to square one is what it's looking like.
Oh, come on, Ed. That's a cynical way of--
Shut up!
I just, uh.. I want to know..
I want to know how much money I have
in the bank right now, this very second.
Around $100,000, but I wouldn't recommend
'touching that money right now, Ed.'
I'm gonna fix this. Come on, let's go. Now.
'What? Where?'
You're going downstairs with me
to the bank so I can get my money.
A 100 grand in cash?
He put it in the briefcase.
Just walked right out of the bank.
Couple days later, I heard he was shot.
Where were you that night?
I had to meet a new client, Suzanne McGee.
- Hmm. - Lottery winner from Allentown.
Curious. Do you even... feel anything
after hosing a guy like that?
Let's be honest, detective.
Wasn't like he earned it.
Called the IRS and the SEC.
They'd like to have a little talk with you
about all the money you earned, Roger.
Hey.
Met a guy last night, says he knows you.
Hmm. Guy who knows me?
Yeah. Your husband, Billy.
You're kidding me.
Wish I was.
We're separated.
We have been for a while.
Does he know that?
What happened?
He jumped me outside of Jones, Frankie.
Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
But you're okay? Did you hurt him?
When were you planning on telling me about this?
I mean, that's why you're staying at the hotel, ain't it?
- Look, it's over. - Yeah.
We're just working some stuff out.
Oh, this isn't gonna be a problem, is it?
I'm thinking, yeah.
So, so, we're off for tonight?
No, Detective Jeffries is not here.
What time's the kid getting arraigned?
Valentine?
Got it. I'll make sure he gets it.
Money goes to the schools, right?
Sure, boss.
Could also buy a hell of a boat.
Aloha.
Where are we on Ed's missing cash?
Well, checked all bank accounts, safety deposit boxes.
Even Ed's old locker at the auto garage.
No briefcase, no money.
Just got off the phone with his landlord.
Said a woman was rooting around Ed's
storage unit in the parking garage
the day of the shooting.
You get a description?
Medium height, brown hair, mid-twenties.
Wearing a SwiftMart uniform.
Thought you just knew Ed from the store, Shelly.
Uh, well, yeah.
I mean, he used to come in there all the time.
So what were you doing in his place
rummaging around his storage unit?
What?
I wasn't rummaging.
What were you looking for?
I was just.. Nothing.
I was returning his bike. He let me borrow it.
- His bike? - 'Yeah.'
He lent it to me 'cause my car broke down.
He gave me the key to his storage unit.
- When was this? - The day before.
I had no way to get to class after work.
Really?
He lend you his bank card, too?
What? No.
I dropped my car off at the shop
and George told me that Ed had just moved back.
I heard what happened to him
so I stopped by to cheer him up.
- Shelly. - Can I come in?
Oh, yeah. Uh, come on in. Sorry.
'Heard you were back.'
Just wanted to stop by and say hello.
♪ If you take me back ♪
Brought you some cupcakes.
'Wow. Cupcakes. Thanks.'
- Hey, um, do you want a beer? - Sure.
'Figured you could use some cheering up.'
First, thought maybe
I'd bring you a dog from the animal shelter.
Yeah, I'll stick with the cupcakes.
Oh, you don't like animals?
No, I, I, uh... I do.
I had a dog when I was a kid.
Oh, yeah? What kind?
Just a mutt.
Um, we named him after that weird museum
on the Boardwalk in Atlantic City.
- Ripley? - Yeah.
Yeah, he was always happy to see you.
Oh, yeah, mutts are the best.
Never let you down, less disease.
But when he did get sick, you know, we just
we just didn't have the money to take him to a vet.
That's what you want to do, right, be a vet?
Trying. It's hard.
You know, going to school and holding down a job.
Yeah.
♪ Well my money's no good ♪
How's your.. How's your car?
Ugh! Worse.
It's making this horrible noise.
Hmm. Right when you turn it on?
Yeah, it's like it's screaming in pain.
Yeah. Probably just a belt. Drop it off at the shop?
Oh, I did, but they said
they didn't know what was wrong with it.
♪ I just can't catch a break ♪
It's just dying.
- But I can't afford a new one. - I can fix it.
Oh, I thought you were done with that place.
I'll just call Tommy.
I mean, he's always looking for a good mechanic.
Yeah, me, too.
♪ From the fall ♪
I mean, um.. if that's what you want to do.
Yeah.
♪ I'm fractured ♪
It sure is.
♪ From the fall ♪
Thanks, Shelly.
Why're you thanking me?
Ed left me a message to pick up my car.
The garage said I owed them two grand for the work.
Told them, no thanks. I'll take the bus.
Ed happen to mention if he had any money left?
No, and I didn't ask him.
Honestly..
...I think he was glad to be rid of it.
'You see what I see?'
- Ripley. - Man's best friend.
Ed's childhood dog.
Dear old sis figured out his PIN number?
That, or she knew it all along.
Hoping you could enlighten us on how Ed's probate works, Pam.
Wish I could. It's been such a headache.
Been almost two years since Ed died
and it still isn't closed?
It's so frustrating, but first
they have to close out all his accounts.
So it's possible that there's an active account
still out there in Ed's name with money in it?
I don't think so. I don't know.
You're not even curious?
I mean, you've waited so long.
What are you talking about?
You remember the name of the dog you and Ed had as kids?
Our dog? You mean Ripley?
Ripley, that's it. Yeah, great name.
Of course. I brought him home for Ed
after our dad took off.
Ed loved that dog.
He even used his name for a PIN number.
But you already knew that.
What? Wait a minute. I-I don't--
Looked into your hardware store.
The bank's got a lien on it.
Marty and I have had some debt issues.
Say, your real estate venture.
Loft conversions, wasn't it?
Yeah, that market went south after Ed died.
You slogged through two long years waiting
for Ed's probate to close.
His debts get paid off
and you're still left with nothing.
How? Eight million to zero in six months.
What is this?
I'd be dying to check the balance of that
last outstanding account, too.
Especially if I had Ed's bank card.
No.
I loved my brother.
We...argued over money
but we were still family.
We're converting each floor into a loft space.
The kitchen will go here.
And the living room... will go here.
Wow.
It looks really, really good, Pam.
Yeah. Oh, be careful.
'Good luck.'
Ran into a little bad luck, Ed.
That's why I asked you here.
Marty miscalculated a couple things in the budget.
But with your help, we can still get these lofts
completed on schedule.
What happened to the check I gave Marty three weeks ago?
The other 50,000?
I didn't know about that.
I'm sorry, Pam, I just can't
invest any more money in this.
You spent $150,000 on a race car
and you won't help us out with a real investment?
The car was stupid, blowing all that cash
but so is trying to solve everybody else's problems.
Everyone else?
It just complicates things, Pam.
In a bad way.
You're right. I'm sorry.
- Don't worry about us. - Yeah?
- You'll be alright? - Yeah, of course.
- Okay. - We have other options.
Business line of credit
home equity line, yeah.
We'll be fine.
Question is, are you gonna be okay?
Yeah. I'm trying to get back to where I started.
Are you completely broke, Ed?
Hey, I got my old job back.
I think everything's gonna work out alright.
I was so embarrassed.
It's hard enough to ask someone for money.
It must've been even harder for Ed to turn us down.
So your husband never told you
he had already hit Ed up for 50,000?
'Marty got in over his head.'
He'd shut down whenever I brought up money.
'This is a consent form.'
It allows us to search your store.
The store? I don't understand.
Well, it would just help us to clear
both you and your husband.
Marty? But that's ridiculous.
You don't think for a minute that Marty..
Do I need a lawyer?
Only if you have something to hide.
That's a filthy habit, Marty.
I had a girlfriend, chewed her nails.
It drove me crazy.
Yeah, I guess, you take it all on yourself, huh?
Run business, paying the bills--
- Why am I here, detective? - I'm just saying.
If I got myself into money trouble
I'd have a chat with the little lady.
You know, not...be a coward about it, that's all.
I know how to handle my own business, thank you.
'Is that why your wife had to go beg her brother for more money?'
- And not after you? - Pam told you that?
Also said you screwed up big time on that loft project.
No, we just needed enough to get started
with the construction, that's it.
He already gave you a 100K.
Hell, I'd have turned you down, too.
A hundred thousand was nothing!
He had eight million.
Did you even like your brother-in-law, Marty?
Yeah, I did.
I loved Ed.
I treated him like he was my own.
And he repaid you by saying no when you needed him most.
- Are we finished here? - Sit down!
Where were you night Ed got shot?
Where I am every night.
Home with Pam. Ask her.
He was with me, watching TV.
- Thank you. - Watching what?
I don't know, um..
Uh... Wheel of Fortune.
The rest of the night?
And Marty never went out?
I mean, um..
...sometimes he went back to the store to close.
To clean up, you know, to make sure it was locked up.
Oh, so he left to go back to the store that night?
I don't know. I don't know. I can't remember.
You remember what you were watching but..
...you don't remember if he went out?
Where's, where is Marty? I need to talk to him.
How did he react when you told him
that Ed wasn't gonna give you the money?
He must've been angry, wasn't he?
What? No.
No, it wasn't like that.
Oh, everything you did for him, raised him
when your father couldn't be bothered.
We did what was right. What we had to do.
But Ed didn't. Did he?
The fact that you had to, you know, even ask for money?
Marty had a right to be upset.
No. No, Marty loved Ed.
He was my brother.
Got it.
Eight million dollars.
Oh, jeez.
Marty, you scared me.
Wait, wait, what are you doing here?
Did you really tell Pam you wouldn't help us out, Ed?
Come on, Marty, I'm done talking about money.
Do you know how hard it was to ask you for that?
Marty, I'm sorry.
I can't pay for your business mistakes.
My mistakes?
We had to delay construction
because your sister didn't get the permits.
I don't know what to tell you.
We might lose the store.
- What? - The store, Ed!
Where you grew up!
Does that mean anything to you?
Pam didn't say anything about that.
I just.. I don't get it, man.
I mean, after all we did for you.
All the sacrifices we made for you.
Look, I'm sorry, Marty. I can't give you the money.
I don't, I don't have it.
I don't believe you.
- What are you doing? - I'm sorry, Eddie.
The money's coming to us whether you're dead or alive.
No, it's not.
- It's all gone. - That's not true!
I gave to someone who deserved it.
The only person who didn'taskme for it--
Well, it turns out, there was more money out there, Pam.
Shame you'll never see it.
Where did you get this?
Your dresser drawer.
The search consent you signed was also for your home.
- Marty? - No, not Marty.
You.
You knew the PIN number.
The card's gonna have your prints all over it.
You waited so long you finally just had to..
...check that account, didn't you?
I didn't shoot my brother.
No, you sent your husband to do the dirty work
then you tried to throw him under the bus.
How dare you?
All you did for Ed all those years.
How could he just blow it all?
Even gave some to your father.
- No, he didn't. - Oh, yes he did, Pam.
Somehow he cared more about Jack than you.
My father was a bum.
Without me..
...they would've put Ed into the system.
He was eight years old.
And the one time you came to him
he turned you down.
I was his sister. And he owed me!
'...someone who deserved it.'
'The only person who didn't ask me for it.'
It's over.
No..
Oh..
...I'm sorry.
♪ So young and so hungry ♪
♪ So unqualified ♪
♪ Don't want the jobs anyways ♪
♪ No settled life ♪
♪ To get out of here ♪
♪ Two options, one chance ♪
♪ You joined the army ♪
♪ And I started a band ♪
♪ We'll meet at the bar, we'll buy us a round ♪
♪ We'll toast that we're back home ♪
♪ We'll toast this damn town ♪
♪ Annie's still working behind the bar ♪
♪ You can buy her a drink, I'll sleep in the car ♪
♪ Well let's go ♪
♪ It's on the way back home ♪
♪ We'll be there soon ♪
♪ One of two choices ♪
♪ I guess I've made mine ♪
♪ I drink in a different town nearly every night ♪
♪ And now you don't drink for months at a time ♪
♪ I owe you a couple rounds ♪
♪ We're back home tonight ♪
♪ We'll meet at the bar, we'll drink to old times ♪
♪ We'll toast that we're back home ♪
♪ And those left behind ♪
♪ Annie's still working behind the bar ♪
♪ You can buy her a drink ♪
♪ And I'll sleep in the car ♪
♪ Let's go ♪
♪ It's on the way back home ♪
♪ It's on the way back home tonight ♪
♪ It's on the way back home ♪
♪ We'll be there soon ♪
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