Epstein Secrets

of excitement and anticipation. INT. DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS A party in progress, dinner already served. Seated around a large square table are: ELLEN (60, Robert's wife), BROOKE (36, Robert's daughter), PETER (34, Robert's son), TOM (Brooke's husband), ANNE (Peter's wife), and THREE GRANDCHILDRE

l get you a tour... (MORE) EFTA00724971 57. ELLEN (CONT'D) Yes, we're there once a week, all my kids did summers there, it would be great for Sarah, you really get involved, you know, it's not just writing a check... Mae enters. MAE (softly) There's a Detective Gower on the line. Ellen hol

t) And then I've got you. I've got the time log from the pay phone. I've a got a fucking tollbooth photograph of you driving your car through the Triborough. Jimmy thumbs through the FOLDER. There's no tollbooth PHOTO. JIMMY Where? GOWER It's coming. JIMMY That's impossible, cause I didn't do it.

of excitement and anticipation. INT. DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS A party in progress, dinner already served. Seated around a large square table are: ELLEN (60, Robert's wife), BROOKE (36, Robert's daughter), PETER (34, Robert's son), TOM (Brooke's husband), ANNE (Peter's wife), and THREE GRANDCHILDRE

. (MORE) EFTA_R1_02008857 EFTA02685420 57. ELLEN (CONT'D) Yes, we're there once a week, all my kids did summers there, it would be great for Sarah, you really get involved, you know, it's not just writing a check... Mae enters. MAE (softly) There's a Detective Gower on the line. Ellen hol

t) And then I've got you. I've got the time log from the pay phone. I've a got a fucking tollbooth photograph of you driving your car through the Triborough. Jimmy thumbs through the FOLDER. There's no tollbooth PHOTO. JIMMY Where? GOWER It's coming. JIMMY That's impossible, cause I didn't do it.

Yes. Did Mrs. Miller say where she was going tonight...? Aha... No, I'm sure... I'll try her cell. He clicks off and DIALS another number, hears Ellen's voice mail come on the line, and hangs up. He exhales and lies down on the bed in his clothes, staring at the ceiling. He lies motionless a mome

, don't fucking lie to me... JIMMY I'm not! I took ninety-five all the Goddamn way there. I did what you said: I didn't stop. I didn't take the Triborough. I followed all your fucking instructions. ROBERT So where'd they get the picture? JIMMY You tell me. ROBERT So, you're saying... it's a fake?

Yes. Did Mrs. Miller say where she was going tonight...? Aha... No, I'm sure... I'll try her cell. He clicks off and DIALS another number, hears Ellen's voice mail come on the line, and hangs up. He exhales and lies down on the bed in his clothes, staring at the ceiling. He lies motionless a mome

, don't fucking lie to me... JIMMY I'm not! I took ninety-five all the Goddamn way there. I did what you said: I didn't stop. I didn't take the Triborough. I followed all your fucking instructions. ROBERT So where'd they get the picture? JIMMY You tell me. ROBERT So, you're saying... it's a fake?