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Eyewitness News,

the Chicago area's leading news, with John Brewery.

Prominent Chicago businessman

and real estate developer Isaac Paulson is due in court today,

where he is expected to be sentenced for his part

in a tax fraud and money laundering scheme

that robbed retirees and pension funds

of nearly $75 million.

Five bedrooms, tennis courts, and almost 25 acres of woods.

What's an acre?

Mom?

It's a measurement of land.

Uh, it's like the size of someone's property.

- I thought Grandpa lived in the city. - He did.

Uh, he kept this place as, like, a... Like a vacation house.

So, why are you selling it?

Because it's part of the estate.

And that's what you do when someone passes away.

But why are you selling it?

Because it reminds her of everything she hated about her father.

Really?

What? That's what you said.

Just because your grandfather and I didn't get along doesn't mean I hated him.

If you died, I won't sell our house.

Hmm. I would.

She's just ornery 'cause she was supposed to see her boyfriend this weekend.

Whatever. He's not my boyfriend.

Then why did he make you a playlist filled with sex songs?

Oh, my God. Shut up, freak. Mom!

Mom!

Seriously, I'm gonna kill you.

Okay, enough, both of you.

I know this is not how you wanted to spend your weekend.

But guess what? Me, neither.

So, a whole playlist?

All right. We're here.

Grandpa had horses?

Mmm-hmm.

He sold them after I left.

You grew up here?

Mmm-hmm.

What do you think?

Seems lonely.

What's wrong?

I don't know. Stay here.

The power must've went out.

Hey, Jas, can you see if you can turn that thing off?

I get first dibs on a bedroom.

Whatever. Nobody cares.

Hi, Maggie.

You guys get in okay?

Yeah, just a few minutes ago.

I hope traffic wasn't too bad.

No, we missed most of it.

Oh, good, good.

Listen, if it's all right with you, I'll drop off the paperwork tonight.

We should be able to have the house on the market as soon as next week.

Shaun, are you there?

- Yeah, that sounds good. - Okay.

Well, I just want to say again how sorry I was to hear about your father.

All right. Well, we'll see you tonight.

Thank God there's some cell phone service.

Girl, you just got your phone privileges back.

Don't abuse them.

Listen, I'm gonna need you and Glover's help this weekend to get the house ready.

What? I heard you.

Good. You can start by unloading the car.

Is that a request or an order, madam?

I am your mother. Is there a difference?

Now, please.

Thank you.

Mom...

Yes, Jas?

Never mind.

Hey. Hey.

Look,

it's not your job to worry about me.

It's my job to worry about you.

Okay?

All right.

Did I do that?

Glover, did you do that?

Glov?

Glov?

Glov?

Glover, is that you?

In here.

This place is a fortress.

What are you doing in here?

The downstairs windows have retractable polycarbonate shields.

It's a fully automated security system.

Check it out.

There's cameras in every room, the yard, the driveway.

Interior motion detectors, exterior motion-activated lights,

electronic deadbolts.

Where's that music coming from?

This controls everything.

The music, the lights, the whole house.

It's so easy, even you could do it.

Hmm.

Awesome, right?

I guess some people get paranoid in their old age.

So, what does that make you?

Nearly paranoid?

All right, smart-ass. Find another place to play.

- Come on. - I'm hungry.

I'll order a pizza.

That'll take forever.

I think you'll survive.

Hey. I'm still at the office.

Yeah, I figured.

Oh, looks like most of the weekend.

How was the drive?

Are the kids still alive?

- For now. - How is it?

It's weird.

I bet. You okay?

Yeah. Tired, is all.

Well, listen, sweetheart, the DA called this morning.

Justin, I don't want to do this, please.

- Shaun... - No, don't.

I'm barely hanging on as it is.

He was the criminal, Shaun.

How could you have known?

From the moment your mom died, you were on your own.

Your father needed someone to blame, and he chose you.

You survived. You got out.

You built a family, a life.

Then why does it feel like I never left?

What he did, what he's done, is not your fault.

You don't have to pay for his mistakes.

Babe, I just wanna get through the weekend and come home.

You know I would be there if I could.

I know.

I should go.

- Sweetheart? - Yeah?

You'll get through this.

Call me tomorrow.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Glover, go.

Jaye's Pizza. Hold, please.

Sure.

Oh!

Shit.

Glover?

Mom?

Glover?

Mom?

Glover.

I swear to God, if you're hiding some...

Let me go!

Oh, God!

Hey, hey, hey! Calm down, and I won't have to hurt you.

Calm the fuck down!

Jaye's Pizza, what can I get for you?

Hello? Can I help you?

- Hello? Are you there? - Help me!

Jasmine! Glover!

Fucking bitch!

Jasmine!

Jasmine! Glover!

Glover!

Jasmine!

Glover! Can you hear me?

Oh, God.

Oh! Oh!

I'm gonna get you out. I'm gonna get you out.

Move back! Move back!

Mom!

Mom!

I'm gonna get you out, okay? Okay?

Glover, I love you!

- Mom! - I love you! I love you!

Okay? Okay?

Stop, right there!

Bitch!

She's the old man's daughter.

That's bad fucking luck.

Mom's. Found it in the garage.

She made two calls. One was to the father, the other was local.

And Pete?

I don't know. He should've been back by now.

Did you call him?

No. He doesn't have a phone.

He thinks the NSA's listening to him or some shit.

What do you wanna do?

I thought you said no one came up here without the old man.

Yeah, that's the information I was given.

The information you were given?

I was banging the assistant. It's not like I knew the guy.

You knew he stashed four million cash in a safe somewhere in this house.

Or are you not sure about that either?

How about we ask the kids?

You know where the safe is, sweetheart?

They've never been up here. I told you.

The old man didn't talk to his family.

Clearly, you're a fucked-up tweaker with inaccurate information.

- So, why don't you just shut the fuck up. - Enough!

Come on, now.