Secrets and Lies

Previously on "secrets and lies"...

Who would have killed her, Liam?

Do you know about the bank statement?

I think it had something to do with Neil.

She... she started to look into all of his accounts.

- Did Kate have any other devices? - No.

Why did Kate send you that photo?

It's my daughter. She's missing.

If I see your daughter or her friend, I'll let you know.

Sent me the photo when she saw Carly at your party.

Rachel. You remember her?

You took her and Carly to the Scybox.

It's his daughter, man! He's gonna hurt you!

Y-your daughter was just there. Carly's a call girl.

- Detective. - Detective.

Detective?

What the hell, man?

I think your boyfriend, Neil, has got the answers that we need.

But Cornell has got him now, so...

Have you been working with her this whole time?

No. Not at first.

Something happened, and I didn't have a choice.

So, the only thing you weren't lying about

is that everybody lies.

Do you even have a daughter?

Yes.

Okay, I'm a cop, but I'm not a local one.

I'm NYPD.

And my daughter is missing.

I asked you to meet me for dinner.

- Where were you? - I didn't feel well.

You didn't feel well?

And I didn't like the other people you invited.

The other people? It's just Mitch. He's like an uncle.

No, he's your partner. He's not my family.

What the hell is that?

Who the hell are you?!

- Look... - Don't walk. Run! Go.

Go!

Hey, what is wrong with you?!

I'm 18! You're not in charge.

Look, my house, my rules.

You're not an adult till you act like one.

- If you weren't such an ass... - Whoa. Watch your language, man.

I wouldn't have to hide who I'm seeing.

You're not seeing anyone!

You're just sleeping your way through

the whole damn senior class.

She left later that night, and I haven't seen her since.

So, your kid was unhappy, and she left.

Doesn't mean she's in trouble.

You really think that I'm the type of person

that misunderstands the level of danger in a situation?

No, I think you're the kind of guy

who lies to people for a living.

Look, I needed something from Cornell.

- She needed something from me. - Yeah! She needed you to spy on me!

No, if I wanted to screw you,

I could have told her about Liam's fraud.

- The Feds would have a field day, man. - What did you tell her?

Nothing you need to worry about.

I'm not worried.

I'm no longer a suspect.

You know what? Till she's got a perp in chains,

no one's in the clear.

She, um, give you any updates on the case?

If Cornell thought you were just the grieving husband, she would.

Test it.

You need to go.

Bryant: This guy is no working stiff.

He's got resources and people.

All right? You can't just bully him.

This isn't my first interrogation.

I'm aware of your impressive close rate, Detective.

You know, you'd close a lot quicker as part of a team.

Let me do my job.

Cornell, it's been almost two years since your partner died.

I'm getting tired of you making excuses to work solo.

We've been over this. I work better alone.

Push him as far as you can,

but don't let it get to where he invokes.

Last thing we need around here is another lawyer.

Okay, yeah, I-I did lie.

- I know the girl in the picture. - Carly.

Yeah, but it has nothing to do with Kate's death.

It's not for you to determine the relevance of anything.

How do you know Carly?

Um...

Look, I've... I've been married three times.

So, now I find it easier to pay up front.

So, she's a prostitute?

I mean, I prefer escort, but, yeah.

Yeah, I lied 'cause I was embarrassed.

So, that's your story?

No, it's not a story.

I... look, I screwed her in my car.

That's where I was for 30 minutes.

And then Liam saw me cleaning up in my office.

I swear.

The problem is the only way for me to confirm your story

is to interview Carly,

and locating her has proven difficult.

Look, you know, I'd love to help,

but I met her in a bar a few months ago.

All I got was a phone number.

- Not the service number? - What?

Well, most escorts go through a service

until they're comfortable with their client,

and then they want to cut out the middleman.

Yeah, I don't know about any of that.

I just... all I have is her cell.

Right, which is conveniently disconnected.

Look, lady, that's your problem. I'm sorry that I lied.

People are only sorry when they get caught.

Look, if I'm not under arrest, I'd like to go.

And if I am, I want to talk to my attorney.

Have a good night, Mr. Oliver.

Cornell: You forget your code?

From your wife's P.O. Box.

Amanda told me Neil was released from custody last night. Why?

I don't have to share that with you.

As next of kin, I'm entitled to an update on your progress...

Or lack thereof.

I didn't hold Mr. Oliver

for the same reason I didn't arrest you.

'Cause he didn't kill Kate.

You're both liars,

and while that makes you guilty of any number of things,

it doesn't prove that you're killers.

I didn't lie about being on that roof.

I didn't answer under advice from my counsel.

Oh, so, you'd never lie to me, Mr. Warner?

I'm sure if I did,

your friend from the NYPD would tell you.

You seemed eager to get your wife's mail back

the other day at the police station.

Or maybe you were there for something else.

Do you have any idea why your wife

had a credit-card charge for a private DNA lab?

Sorry. No.

Maybe it had something to do

with the child that she gave up for adoption.

That's a delinquent mortgage

It seems your wife paid it off.

Oh, did you not know about that, either?

Yes, Detective.

I married a woman I knew nothing about.

Now...

Don't you have someone else's life to destroy?

Patrick: Look, everything is gonna be fine.

You... you just need to calm down.

I can't keep saying the same thing.

Eric.

Uh, hey, I-I'm sorry about the meeting.

I'll deal with you later.

I can't believe they let you out.

I can't believe you set me up.

Did you kill my wife?

How can you even think that?!

'Cause you lied to me about the hooker at the party!

I told you why.

Yeah, because you were embarrassed? Come on!

Wh-what about the bank statement?

What are you talking about?

You know exactly what I'm talking about!

You set up an account at another bank across town

so you could siphon money from this firm!

That's insane! Where are you getting this from?

- Eric, let's just calm down. - No. If I find out you killed Kate...

I didn't do it, and I'm sick of you accusing me!

Neil, leave.

- Neil! - Yeah.

I'm going.

I quit.

Wait. So, Neil really is gone?

That... that's not what this family meeting is about.

We have convened to discuss

- Kate's mystery property in Boone. - But why would he just quit?

With all that's going on, Neil's who you're worried about?

Okay, look, I'm sorry.

Everything's bad, and it just keeps getting worse.

So, Kate was paying the mortgage for a J. Cameron?

And you have no idea who that is?

Something else she was keeping from me.

I checked her phone bill.

She... she made two calls to an unregistered number in Boone.

Well, she did grow up there. I'm sure she knows someone.

No. Kate left Boone years ago after her parents died.

She had no living relatives and never mentioned any friends...

To be fair, she didn't mention a lot of things.

As long as I'm being Captain Obvious, did you call the number?

Yes, dumbass. I got a woman, okay?

She said she never heard of Kate Warner

or her maiden name... Martin.

But I think she was lying.

Why would she lie about that?

I think Kate could have been in contact with the extortionist.