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Welcome to Miami.

While in the airport today,

please observe Florida and local laws

which prohibit smoking anywhere in the terminal.

Thank you for not smoking.

Your son-in-law dealt

with the dry cleaning franchise during the day.

He saw that woman every night.

The specifics are in my report,

and information about the woman.

It's unpleasant, I know.

Discreet, isn't he?

What an imbecile.

I tried to warn my daughter, but what can you do?

It's the children I worry about the most.

- You'll find my invoice in the envelope, if that's all.

Yes, Mr. Welles.

Thank you.

Certainly, Senator.

Let me know if I can be of further assistance to you.

I'll be in touch.

Hello?

Hey, you're home.

We're back here.

How did it go?

I think, very well.

Oh, good.

Daddy's home, sweetie.

Yeah, daddy.

How's the textbook business?

- I got 10,000 words on the Federal Theater Project.

It's supposed to be 4,000 and the writer

doesn't want to change anything.

So, kind of bad.

How was Miami?

Fine.

Lonesome.

Mmm.

- Couldn't pay me enough to live down there.

Yeah.

Then why'd you go?

Senator Michaelson has powerful friends.

Oh.

Hey.

Hey.

Yes.

Hello, Cinderella.

Did you miss me?

I sure missed you.

Oh, that's my girl.

Yeah, she missed you.

I missed you.

You been smoking?

Smoking?

I'm not smoking.

Come on, honey.

You reek of it.

- Amy, I've been sitting around in bars everywhere,

following this guy. Is this the first thing I get?

Before even hello, you're accusing me?

I said, I'm not accusing you.

I'm not.

- I'm not smoking, okay? - We've been all through that.

Okay.

I'll make dinner.

Are you hungry?

You're cooking?

I missed you.

I missed you.

I don't like it when you leave.

Should I go?

- I'm going to do it. - Okay.

Good shot.

Oh, shhh.

Come on.

What's all the trouble, Cinderella?

Hmm?

There, there.

Shh.

Okay, shh.

I love you.

I love you.

Honey, phone!

Okay, I've got it!

Hello.

Sorry, I was just switching phones.

No problem.

- It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Longdale.

How can I be of assistance to you?

I was wondering if you could come by

about four o'clock.

Four o'clock would be fine.

No, I think I know where it is.

We'll be in touch.

Bye.

Mr. Welles, Daniel Longdale.

We spoke on the phone.

Pleasure.

I'm the Christians' attorney

and one of the executors of the estate.

And this is Mrs. Christian.

It's an honor to meet you, Ma'am.

You come highly recommended, Mr. Welles.

- I've spoken to associates of mine in Harrisburg

and Lancaster and Hershey.

You have friends in influential places.

I've been privileged to provide services

for people I admire.

You were praised for your discretion,

your strict adherence to confidentially.

Thank you, Ma'am.

Daniel.

As you know, my husband passed away recently.

Yes.

My condolences, Mrs. Christian.

- His passing has left me with something of a dilemma.

I'll do whatever I can to help.

My husband's inner sanctum.

- Not many people have been inside this room.

My father worked the Pittsburgh mill.

Irving United Steel, I believe.

But you attended Penn on an academic scholarship.

That's right.

Peers went into law and finance,

but you chose surveillance.

I decided it was the future.

Your husband is a legend.

Please.

We were married 45 years.

Four children, seven grandchildren.

But his true passion lay in his work.

But he was always loyal.

I loved him deeply.

I understand.

Daniel.

My husband was the only one with the combination

to this safe.

- We had to hire somebody to open it for us.

- I prevented anyone from seeing the contents.

I felt these were my husband's private things.

I didn't,

I didn't realize...

- Do you want to tell me what you found, Mrs. Christian?

Cash, stock certificates.

Nothing out of the ordinary, really, except that.

It's a film,

where a girl appears to be murdered.

I'm not sure I understand.

It's very realistic, to say the least.

But how many people seem to be realistically killed

in movies and on television every day?

It begins as a relatively sleazy bit of pornography

and rapidly turns quite violent and bloody.

- What you seem to be talking about is called a snuff film.

From what I know, snuff films are a kind of urban myth.

Sex industry folklore.

There's no such thing.

- That's what I explained to Mrs. Christian.

- This is probably an S&M film of some sort,

simulated rape, simulated violence.

It's hard to stomach, but there are ways of doing it.

Fake blood, special effects.

- Would you look at the film and give us your opinion?

All I want is to know that this atrocity is false.

I want the proof.

- Well, whoever made the film is adept at authenticity.

But I'm no expert.

I would suggest going to the police

and letting them make a determination.

That would be out of the question.

That would be so completely unnecessary

for any number of reasons,

not the least of which is Mr. Christian's reputation.

We want you to find out who made this film

and establish whether or not it's real.

You can fairly name your price

and you'll be provided with whatever you need

to purchase information.

Girl's all I've got to go on.

I could treat it like a missing persons case.

Understood.

Of course, we need to be assured

that you would not copy or reproduce

this film in any manner.

You have my word on that.

But I'll be dealing directly with you, Mrs. Christian,

and only you.

Your relationship with your attorney is your own.

No offense.

None taken.

- I realize you've given this careful consideration.

You could have destroyed the film.

Tell me the poor girl wasn't killed.

Please?

Find her alive.

I'll do the best I can, Ma'am.

Cleveland?

You just got home.

I know.

I wish I could stay, but this is the mortgage.