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This is Mr. Mailer.
Just here to pick up my hat.
Ah, the knight in shining armor.
More of a right place, right time kind of thing.
Mr. Armstrong, it's good to see you.
Call me Neal, please.
Neal, it's good to see you. Goodbye, Will.
Hope I'm not interrupting. I didn't realize you'd have a friend over.
Will's not a friend.
He was my husband's business partner.
Oh.
So, tell me, Neal, are you a professional kidnapping interventionist or...
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No, I'm an entrepreneur.
I've done well over the years, and I enjoy finding worthy causes to give back to.
I used to teach public school. I -- after I met Grant, I started a charity for art programs. The more I made, the more I gave away, which was just something else for us to fight about.
You have a beautiful home.
Thank you. I spend a lot of time here. The media attention, it's just --
Why you took my hat.
Yes, that's why I took your hat. Hmm, vintage.
Yeah.
I almost hate to give it back.
Oh, nice.
Thank you.
You're welcome. Speaking of vintage, um... Would you like a glass of wine or...
I'd love one.
Okay. I backpacked the Costa Brava after college. This Rioja reminds me of it.
To Spanish wine.
To hats.
So, how does this count as consulting?
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Confirming I.D.
That's the same guy I saw at the memorial.
You know, I feel like I'm being followed.
Yeah, we're tailing your tail. Lose him so we can follow him home.
You're asking me to give up trade secrets?
Call your patent lawyer.
Just a minute. One second.
Gun!
FBI! FBI!
Don't hurt me!
Calm down, or you're gonna hurt yourself!
Okay, okay.
Freddy Slavkin...
What were you doing at the Covington memorial today?
Someone hire you to grab Sophie?
Didn't get the job done, so you thought they were coming after you?
What? No. No, no, no.
So you usually answer the door like that?
I thought I was dealing with disgruntled husbands.
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You don't strike me as the romantic type.
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Explain. I'm a P.I. I work infidelity cases. A lot of what I find tends to make people want to kill me.
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Who hired you to tail Sophie? You pulled a weapon on a federal agent. You are way past client confidentiality.
Woman named Poppy Mailer.
Mailer's wife.
She hired you to find out if he's having an affair with Sophie Covington.
Is he?
Uh, spent six months trying to confirm, but so far zip. Mrs. Mailer's obsessed. She wants to know everything about Sophie. Who comes, who goes -- she wants it all.
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You take any photos today?
T-they're in the printer. I haven't gone through them yet.
Old-school.
You got a shot of the kidnapper. Good thing we're collecting evidence today. I need everything you have on Sophie Covington.
O-over there.
All that and no proof of an affair, and she still keeps you on retainer.
Me and her psychic.
Sophie Covington -- what is she like?
From what I saw, she's not into murder, money, or Mailer.
So she's not the gold-digging, social-climbing husband murderer that I read about?
No. I think she's lonely.
Well, she's not a shopper, but Mailer is.
Handbags, jewelry, flowers. Big spender for a guy who's low on money.
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Mailer's cellphone -- he calls Sophie, but she doesn't call back.
All right, these are Sophie's movements at the memorial.
Sophie gets there. Mailer's waiting. He touches her. She pulls away. She leaves.
I don't see Mailer anywhere over here.
He's in the earlier shots but not the later ones.
Because he's our kidnapper. From Freddy's file, same red stripe on the glove. All right, not definitive, but what if Mailer and Covington ran their insider-trading scheme together?
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FBI's closing in, so Mailer pins it all on Covington.
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Sabotaged his diving equipment and kills him.
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But he realizes Sophie's gonna get the insurance payout, so he seduces her.
She's not having it. He decides to grab her at the memorial. Why?
He could force her to transfer the money to an offshore account.
Pay her own ransom.
It's basically a White-Collar mugging.
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Sophie wouldn't have gotten out of that van alive.
Mailer was at her place today. If we're right, he's gonna try again.
Mm-hmm. Sophie likes you. If Mailer thinks someone else is going to steal that fortune before he does --
No, no, no. I'm not that guy. I can't con a widow.
You can if it's to save her. We force Mailer to act, and we nail him.
Well, how do we convince him that we're an item?
Freddy.
Good. Freddy takes incriminating photos of you and Sophie.
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Mrs. Mailer will not be able to resist using those to turn the screws on her husband.
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Come on. It's what we pay you the rainy-day bucks for.
Come on, information.
I told you, he's unique.
So is Bob Saget. That tells me nothing.
Oh. Hey.
Mozzie invited me over to play cards.
That explains the marshals trying to blend in out front.
Ellen has so little time left in the city, I thought she should spend it with friends.
Aww.
That's awfully charitable of you for a weekday.
Well, I do have ulterior motives. I want to know more about you as a child.
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I'm not talking.
Come on, give me something. He forged his school I.D. He, uh, conned the bullies out of their milk money. Wore ties to preschool.
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No ties, but there was always a little con man in him.
I knew that. Talent like his is born. It's not made. Come on, a "for instance."
Okay, Neal loved school, but his mother wasn't, uh --
Punctual. She was a mess. She never got me to school on time.
So, first, he broke in and adjusted the school clock so that class started 30 minutes later. Mind you, this was when he was in second grade.
Okay, that could not have worked.
No, it didn't. So then he tried barricading the roads and rerouting the school bus to run past his house.
That actually worked for a few days.
Then he got smart and started forging his own city bus passes.
I was never late again.
Ooh, speaking of, I can't keep my shining knights waiting. I should go. Great to see you. I'll let you know when I hear from Sam, hmm?
Okay.
Bye-bye, Ellen.
Bye, Mozzie. Thanks for letting me win.
See you soon.
Thanks, Moz.
Ah, she's a nice lady.
Yeah.
She's really gonna miss New York.
We all do. It's a hard city to leave.
Now, you came in with a suit-induced frown. Can I help?
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Yeah. Peter wants me to con a widow.
Well, widows fall into two categories -- the bereaved and the relieved. Which kind does he have you duping?
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The kind with the $50-million bull's-eye on her back.
Sophie Covington? Is she the killer?
No, she's not. And I need to convince a P.I. that she and I are romantically involved.
Well, that shouldn't be too hard, cheekbones.
Don't ever call me that again. I want you to tell the P.I. who I am, who I've always been.
A con man?
Exactly.
While you do what?