Epstein Secrets

over a sea of red-inked paper. GAVIN BRIAR (42), stands, smooths his suit, and walks forward, passing an empty conference table and approaching... ROBERT MILLER (65) who sits alone in his private area facing the cockpit, scribbling his own red-ink across a stack of CONTRACT DOCUMENTS. We haven't seen his f

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.

inessman, family man, scholar, philanthropist and all-around humanitarian, a man I'm pleased to call my mentor, my friend -- and my father -- Mr. Robert Miller... Robert stands against deafening APPLAUSE as he makes his way to the stage and, in one continuous shot, gives Brooke a hug, takes the podium, op

, 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?

over a sea of red-inked paper. GAVIN BRIAR (42), stands, smooths his suit, and walks forward, passing an empty conference table and approaching... ROBERT MILLER (65) who sits alone in his private area facing the cockpit, scribbling his own red-ink across a stack of CONTRACT DOCUMENTS. We haven't seen his f

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.

inessman, family man, scholar, philanthropist and all-around humanitarian, a man I'm pleased to call my mentor, my friend -- and my father -- Mr. Robert Miller... Robert stands against deafening APPLAUSE as he makes his way to the stage and, in one continuous shot, gives Brooke a hug, takes the podium, op

, 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?