Absolute Deception (Deception) (Absolute Deception)

Here you go, sir. Thank you, pretty lady.

You got what I need?

Yeah, but we have a problem.

Talk to me. I think he knows.

Why?

I am being followed by one of his people. Stay where you're at. I am coming to you.

I am by my yacht. It's at pier three. Please hurry.

FBI. Drop your weapon.

Help.

Get in. No. Get in now.

No...

Come on, let's go. Go. Go.

Help. Help.

No. Don't shoot.

See if they can intercept it before it gets out to sea.

Four men on board, one of them has been shot.

Correct.

Ah, Rebecca, the witness on the I train, what was his name?

Kryling, with a K, Robert L.

He has a wife, two kids, lives in Brooklyn.

Looks like they're going to nail him.

I hope so.

Investment and risk goes hand in hand.

This is a politically motivated prosecution that will fail.

There is no evidence that I or my company have committed any wrongdoing.

A billion dollars in pension funds just vanishes and you didn't do anything wrong?

You lying sack of crap.

Oh, by the way, Hank's looking for you.

He's usually on his third cup of coffee before he can handle me.

I think it's something to do with the Sakwin story.

Sounded urgent. Well, he can't fire me. I know where all the bodies are buried.

Sounded urgent. Well, he can't fire me. I know where all the bodies are buried.

Yeah, because you're the one who put them there.

They are considering pressing charges.

This is preposterous. This is a felony. No, what Sakwin did is a felony.

This is preposterous. This is a felony. No, what Sakwin did is a felony.

This is preposterous. This is a felony. No, what Sakwin did is a felony.

Their CEO is going to jail for 10 years because we did your job for you.

Well, unlike you, Mrs. Scott, the district attorney's office is constrained by laws.

Hacking into other people's computer files is a felony.

They were environmental polluters on a massive scale. Hell,

that doesn't give you the right to access personal information.

Can you prove it was her?

We traced it to her desk, her computer.

Plenty of people have access to her computer.

Could have been anybody.

I only access public files.

If someone else was using my computer, then...

Look, this is just a warning, okay?

This happens again, I will make it my life's work to shut this place down.

Duly noted.

It won't happen again.

Why am I wasting my time?

Huh?

Go to hell, both of you.

Sorry.

You're fired. I quit.

Get back to work. Yes, sir.

This ever happens again...

It won't.

Oscar.

Oh, good boy, good boy.

Yeah.

All right.

Who is it?

FBI.

What? My name is Agent John Nelson, International Operations.

What? My name is Agent John Nelson, International Operations.

I have ID.

Look, if you have any more questions about Sakwin Oil, you can call my boss.

This is not about Sakwin Oil, Mrs. Scott.

It's important that I speak to you.

May I come in? I was going to make some tea. Would you like some?

No, thank you.

I read your stuff.

You like it?

You could have been a cop.

I will take that as a compliment.

So what do you want with me?

Is this your husband?

Yes.

I am sorry to inform you that your husband is dead.

I am aware of that.

He died two years ago.

He didn't die two years ago.

He was killed three nights ago.

That's ridiculous. Your husband, formerly known as Miles Scott,

currently using the alias Dennis Archer, was murdered three nights ago.

Is the FBI always this incompetent?

My husband died in an auto accident two years ago.

I know this because I was at his funeral.

Was it a closed casket? Yes.

He was burned badly.

Has he tried to contact you in the last two years?

You're not listening.

My husband died two years ago.

These photos were taken in the last three months.

How do you explain that?

I... I don't know.

We also have a match on his fingerprints.

I am sorry, Mrs. Scott.

I wouldn't be here if I wasn't absolutely certain.

My God.

I realize this is distressing, but I have to ask you some questions.

When was the last time you saw your...

How did Miles die?

He was shot.

Where did this happen?

Australia.

Australia?

Sanctuary Cove, east coast.

It's a resort town kind of like the Hamptons.

And you're absolutely certain it was him?

I saw it happen.

You were there?

We were about to put him in witness protection until somebody got to him first.

Witness protection, why?

He was involved in some pretty serious financial crimes.

I can't tell you any more than that.

Miles was a tax accountant.

His clients were hardly what you'd call wealthy.

Well, he was about to give us all the evidence we need in exchange for immunity.

Evidence for what?

No, there must be some mistake.

Can you think of any reason why your husband would want to fake his own death?

Was he in some kind of trouble?

No, Miles was doing well.

His clients trusted him, everyone loved him.

Mrs. Scott, if there is anything you're not telling me...

What?

Why would I lie?

You don't think I had anything to do with this, do you?

Did you?

Of course not.

I am just required to ask these questions.

I need you to leave.

I need some time to process this.

Of course.

I am leaving for Australia tonight,

so another agent will take your statement in a couple of days.

If you can think of anything that might help, please don't hesitate to call.

All right.

I am truly sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Oscar should only have a quarter can morning and evening.

And if you could spend a little time with him every other day, that'd be great.

He loves people.

I hope to be back in a week.

You know, Hank will fire you for real this time.

Well, if he does, it's his loss.

Are you sure you want to do this?

What would you do if you were me?

I trusted him and he used me. I need to find out why.

One of the conditions of the house arrest was that Ron Osterberg

hand over to Australia's federal police and America's FBI

all of the computer files and documents requested in the court order.

I will comment shortly.

Abe, stay with the vehicle. Let's go and get that computer inside.

And now, one of the world's financial giants

forced to wear an ankle bracelet like this one

to ensure he never leaves his lavish country estate without police escort.

How have the mighty fallen.

Nice work, Inspector.

You are going to be burning the midnight oil for months.

Not me. That's what the forensic accountants are for.

Not me. That's what the forensic accountants are for.

I am going to nail his ass for murder.

You really think he had Dennis Archer killed?

He had the motive and the resources to get it done.

Be hard to prove, won't it?

A man like that usually covers his tracks pretty well.

Sooner or later, he makes a mistake.

When he does, I am going to nail his ass.

What I gave them can't hurt me.

They're wasting their time.

In a year or so, we will have a new government.

I can promise you things will be different then.

We just have to hang in there, stare the bastards down.

We are now landing at Coolangatta Airport.

Enjoy your stay on the Gold Coast.

Gold Coast police station. How may I direct your call?

Yes, Sergeant Smith...

Yes, I will put you through to his voice-mail.

Excuse me, I'd like to speak to the officer handling the Archer case.

Do you have information on the case?

Possibly.

Your name? Rebecca Scott.

You American?

Yes.

Where from? New York.

Oh, wonderful city. I have always wanted to go there.

I will, when I win the lottery.

If you'd like to just take a seat over there,

I will see if I can find Inspector Hendricks.

Inspector?

I have just got someone here about the Archer case.

Okay.

I have got $40 million...

All right, here you go.

Paper trail.