Secrets and Lies

Previously on "Secrets and Lies"...

- Is that yours? - Kate's.

- She has a white iPad. - Guess she had two.

- Do you have cancer? - No.

Patrick committed a felony buying houses.

- You're looking at multiple charges. - Starting with fraud.

Money laundering, tax evasion...

The properties went bust! You had... you had no assets!

I had a buddy. He said he would rent out one of the houses.

- Get the hell out. -

I'm looking for Carly! Carly.

Neil: How was I supposed to tell you

that your brother's wife runs a whorehouse?

- Good morning. - You have no idea.

What is that?

Oh, this? Nothing. It's just an incident report from last night.

Shots were fired at 8686 Mint Hill Drive.

- Was it a homicide? - No.

No, somebody unloaded two in the wall.

House was empty by the time the unis arrived.

- Why do we care? - Oh, because it's a whorehouse,

and the name on the title is "Sherwood Equity Group."

S.E.G. owns a whorehouse?

- Mm-hmm. - But the utilities have to be

in the name of an individual.

And... they are.

- Patrick Warner. - Hm.

- -

Two slugs. Maybe warning shots.

- Want to run ballistics? - Why bother? Nobody got hurt.

Cornell: We may have something better.

What are we looking for?

Carter, we got a camera here.

What are the odds it's the only one?

The camera transmits via Wi-Fi.

Well, that explains the booster downstairs.

They were recording the customers.

Can you trace the signal?

Yeah.

Were they recording for the ladies' security, or to blackmail the Johns?

Probably both.

What do you got, Carter?

An FTP server capturing multiple images somewhere in the house.

Carter: Detectives, in here.

Collect the footage, please.

The data-storage system

is the same as the one they used in the S.E.G. building.

Right, but why would they leave it here?

Because it was easier just to swipe the decks clean.

Well, that sounds just like the Warners' M.O., doesn't it?

One of them.

Neil: Fraud, prostitution.

Who knew private equity would be this exciting?

- You forgot murder. - Okay, what do you need from me?

The truth. For once.

I still don't know what happened to Kate, and S.E.G. is falling apart.

I want to know everything you know

and when you knew it... Start with Carly.

I met her through the website a year ago.

I liked her, you know? She's fun, smart, low-key.

I-I had a plus-one for your party.

And people bring their wives, friends, girlfriends.

So why not bring your favorite hooker?

I admit, in retrospect, it was a terrible idea.

- -

Cheers.

You ladies look lovely.

- You need to go. - Okay, look, I can't leave.

Excuse me.

What's going on?

She needs to leave. Now.

The hell she does. This party's just getting started.

Uh, I got to go.

Carly! Hey! Carly, wait!

- I have to get out of here. - What's going on?

How do you know Melanie?

I didn't know her husband worked at your firm.

- I never would have come. - Carly.

She's my boss. Melanie is my boss.

You're serious?

Melanie's your pimp?

- Someone's coming. -

Eric: And that's when Liam walked by?

Yeah, but I didn't think Melanie's job

had anything to do with Kate's murder.

Patrick broke into Kate's desk that night.

He was trying to get rid of the bank statement

that proved he set up an illegal account in S.E.G.'s name.

I don't like where you're going with this.

It gets worse.

Melanie erased the security footage from the night of the party.

They're both trying to cover up their tracks. What does that tell you?

I am so sorry, Eric.

I swear the only thing I knew about was "madame Melanie"...

Not... not the house, the fraud, or the statement.

After Cornell brought me in, I wanted to tell you, so I went to Patrick.

Look, I have been questioned three times by one cop

and beaten up twice by another.

Wait, the guy with the gun is a cop?

I'm not going to jail for Melanie!

This is not her fault, man.

Well, good luck telling that Danny guy when he shows up at your door.

Not to mention whatever Eric's gonna say when he...

Hey, no. We cannot tell Eric.

There is no "we". You have to tell him.

My best friend thinks I killed his wife.

No, no, no, he doesn't.

Look. Look, everything is gonna be fine.

You just need to calm down.

I can't keep saying the same thing.

- Eric. - Eric: That's when I interrupted.

Where are you going?

My father doesn't know about any of this. I got to tell him.

Look, you can't. Isn't he sick? This will kill him.

So what do I do, Neil? Lie?

Even if my father does have cancer,

it's best he hears it from me.

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Another camera.

So whoever was recording wanted the outside covered, too.

I don't think so.

That is a sleeper camera.

It's motion-sensitive. It e-mails the images via cellular.

My old unit used to use them.

Are you telling me vice has this house under surveillance?

Hey.

Bro, what's up?

You're fired.

What?

We will pack your personal effects and have them brought to the house.

- Hey, Eric... - You need to go, Patrick.

Does Dad know about this?

I'm sorry, Mr. Warner. I need to collect your I.D.

It's done.

A pre-emptive strike is your only option.

That means full transparency to any government agency's request.

Any agency?

Police, IRS, SEC, possibly the FBI.

Eric made two very stupid mistakes

that leave S.E.G. open to prosecution.

I went to the bank and confirmed Patrick opened the account.

I knew it was fraud and didn't raise the alarm.

So, Eric can't be blamed for that.

He wanted to know who was behind it.

So S.E.G.'s managing director was either in on it

- or tried to cover it up. - You see how that works?

That was a mistake. I would have made the same one.

Would you have gone to a whorehouse that S.E.G. owns and started a brawl?

I was trying to help a cop find his missing daughter.

Doesn't matter if you're saving starving orphans.

You went to Mint Hill.

It makes it harder to claim you had no idea what it was.

- Now, S.E.G. owns a brothel. -

A managing partner was a client.

That is all the D.A. needs

to connect this firm to commercial sex trafficking.

Hey, Carly's an escort, not a sex slave.

Whatever we did was consensual.

How do you know she even had a choice?

If she was groomed, coerced, threatened, or abused, she's a victim.

You didn't ask because you didn't care.

You engaged in prostitution which was advertised on the Internet.

If phones, drugs, or hotels were used to deliver sex work,

that violated interstate commerce.

Money collected from illicit trade paid mortgages

on a multi-million-dollar real-estate loan.

- Textbook money laundering. - Oh, god.

If the Feds build a case,

they will perp-walk each one of you in front of the cameras

- until they get what they want. - Okay. What do they really want?

The names of the call girls and all the men who paid them.

Probably some important names on that list.

Anyone who has it can horse-trade for immunity

- or a lesser sentence. - Okay, so how do the rest of us

get our "get out of jail free" card?

You don't.

Even if this firm survives, none of you are getting away unscathed.

Cornell: 8686 Mint Hill Drive.

- Pete. - Felicia.

This is Detective Andrea Cornell.

When you ran the Mint Hill house

and it went back to S.E.G. and Patrick Warner,

you should have alerted homicide.

I would have done that eventually.

Well, I'd like to see the photographs from the sleeper camera.

That bun seems really painful.

Murder trumps prostitution.

Yeah, but your victims are already dead.

Mine at least have a chance to be saved.

Ralston: Felicia.

Do me a favor.

Can't say no to that face.