Episode Transcript
1x01 Pilot
Written by Samuel Baum
Directed by Robert Schwentke

[Right off the bat, CAL LIGHTMAN is interrogating/examining a prison inmate.]

PRISONER's Lawyer: I've instructed my client to remain silent.

[Close up as the prisoner swallows, blinks, grimaces and nervously moves his fingers. Camera pans back to show CAL, the PRISONER and the PRISONER's lawyer in a small, white interrogation room.]

PRISONER's Lawyer: He's not gonna talk.

CAL: Oh, that's ok. That's ok, I don't have much faith in words myself. Now, statistically speaking the average person tells three lies per ten minutes of conversation. And granted that's just regular people. We haven't studied any people who are planning to fire-bomb a black church. Could skew differently.

[CUT to adjacent room of FBI guys watching the interrogation.]

ANNOYING FBI GUY: We don't have time for this scientist to talk to the guy. We went at him for four hours and got nothing.

[CUT back to CAL]

CAL: Now the FBI knows you want mass casualties, so right now ATF is searching every inch of the two largest black churches in the state. The FBI got it wrong--Well, there's a shocker.

[Cut to annoyed-looking FBI guys]

CAL: Not one of those two churches.

[CUT to CAL]

CAL: Maybe you want one of the smaller churches in one of the black suburbs.

PRISONER: You don't know what you're talking about.

PRISONER's Lawyer: Don't respond!

CAL: What do you say ATF starts with Southbridge? Nah, I'm only kidding. We're gonna skip that one. They're gonna focus on  Lorton. You feel good about that?

[PRISONER shows a brief flash of anger]

CAL: That's it, Lorton.They're going after a church in Lorton.

PRISONER's Lawyer: That accusation has no basis.

CAL: What do you mean? He just told me.

[CUT to film of same PRISONER on a large projecter screen. CAL is speaking in front of a group of people.]

CAL: The ATF found a pipe bomb in a church basement in Lorton an hour later.

GOVERNMENT GUY: DOD friend of mine said this guy's a real nutjob. Heard he spent three years in the African jungle with some primitive tribe studying their eyebrows.

[CAL rewinds tape]

CAL: Watch his reaction to my statement.

CAL on tape: Right now, ATF is searching every inch of the two largest black churches in the state.

CAL: Now what you saw there was a brief expression of happiness on his face which he was trying his best to conceal. It lasted for less than a fifth of a second and it's what we call a microexpression. Now look at his mouth. The suspect is secretly happy about the locations we're searching which tells me we have the wrong locations.

[Various nods from random government workers]

CAL: Now I tell him of a new plan and . . .

PRISONER on tape: I don't know what you're talking about.

[PRISONER shrugs his right shoulder]

CAL: Classic one-sided shrug. Translation--I have absolutely no confidence in what I just said. The body contradicts the words. He's lying.

[MAN in front row raises his hand]

CAL: Yeah?

MAN: When you accuse a suspect and he acts surprised, is there a way to tell if it's real or he's just trying to look innocent?

[CAL looks down, picks up a coffee mug and throws it across the room. The mug shatters against the wall. People duck and gasp.]

CAL: Now that's real surprise. It lasts for less than a second when it comes across your face, but if your suspect is surprised for more than a second, then he's faking it. He's lying.

[CAL turns back to the projector screen]

CAL: Now, I called out his target is actually Lorton and watch it again . . .

[PRISONER scowls on the film]

CAL: Concealed scorn. One personal tip-- you see this microexpression in your spouse's face, your marriage is coming to an end. Trust me.

[People laugh and another MAN raises his hand]

CAL: Yeah?

MAN 2: Uh, don't these microexpressions vary depending on the person.

CAL: Let's leave this up and we'll go to the Cato Caylin footage from the O.J. trial.

[CATO CAYLIN appears on the projector screen as a woman questions him]

WOMAN: Mr. Caylin, you got a lot of money for your appearance on Current Affair, didn't you?

CATO CAYLIN: Um, yeah.

[The film freezes]

CAL: Scorn, scorn. Huge scorn.

[People laugh and take notes as more pictures of politicians and celebrities appear]

CAL: Shame, shame and shame. Contempt. These expressions are universal. Emotion looks the same whether you're a suburban housewife or a suicide bomber. The truth is written on all our faces.

[CUT to The Lightman Group building. CAL is walking down a hall, past various secretaries and workers. GILLIAN FOSTER exits an office and approaches LIGHTMAN happily with a folder in her hand. The two continue walking.]

GILLIAN: Just the man I was looking for. Today's the day, say it.

CAL: You're the shrink. I'm not big on self-affirmation.

[GILLIAN stops CAL and holds up the folder]

GILLIAN: I'm telling you we cannot wait another day to hire someone. I found the one. This is the one.

[CAL groans and looks altogether unpleased with the idea]

GILLIAN: Use your words.

CAL: Why do we need to hire someone?

GILLIAN: We got new requests this morning from the DEA and Homeland Security. Someone from the Prime Minister's office in Uzbekistan called. They want us to give a talk to their senior police.

[CAL starts walking away, GILLIAN follows]

CAL: Tell them to call back when they get a constitution, a real one.

[ELI LOKER approaches them, holding a motorcycle helmet and a folder]

LOKER: Here's the analysis from the blinking experiment.

CAL: You just getting in, Loker?

LOKER: Yeah, I got piss-drunk last night with my roommate and I was just lying in bed this morning thinking about how nasty, hot Nancy Grace is and just trying to decide if I was gonna come in at all 'cause it's not like there's anyone here to fantasize about.

GILLIAN: No offense taken.

LOKER: I don't go for married women.

[LOKER walks away and CAL goes toward his office. Persistent, GILLIAN continues to follow him]

GILLIAN: Cal. Cal!

HEIDI: Dr. Lightman, I have the mayor on two for you.

CAL: Alright.

[CAL picks up the phone on his desk while GILLIAN magically produces a pudding cup and spoon]

CAL [on phone]: Mr. Mayor . . . I see . . . no, of course . . . alright, anytime.

[CAL hangs up phone. GILLIAN is now eating the pudding]

GILLIAN: What is it?

CAL: Some blow-off at the Justice Department about a high school teacher that was killed in the Northwest. He wants us on it right away since--what is that?

GILLIAN: Chocolate pudding.

CAL: Who eats pudding at ten in the morning?

GILLIAN [smiling]: People who like pudding.

[CUT to a correctional facility of some kind. CAL and GILLIAN are being led through by a MIDDLE-AGED MAN]

MIDDLE-AGED MAN: The mayor thanks you and Dr. Foster for coming on short notice. So, this case is a land mine. Got a juvenile offender, a family of devout Jehovah's witnesses. We've gotta be real careful here.

[SECURITY GUARD leads them through a set of doors and reads from a file]

SECURITY GUARD: Three days ago James Cole-- sixteen-year-old student at Jackson High-- murdered his teacher, Susan McCartney. After Mr. Cole got into Miss McCartney's house he smashed her head into a glass coffee table. He then was caught fleeing the house by two patrol men. He's been in custody here ever since.

[CAL and GILLIAN watch as a teenage boy is guided out from a prison cell and escorted down the walkway. A man and woman approach from the stairs behind them. They are Assistant U.S. attorneys HUTCHINSON and Ester]

HUTCHINSON: So, what exactly does the mayor wanna 'find out' about the McCartney murder?

MIDDLE-AGED MAN [introducing them]: Assistant U.S. attorneys Hutchinson and Ester.

HUTCHINSON: Kid was at the scene of the crime. He had motive, means and he resisted arrest.

ESTER: And he failed a polygraph test.

HUTCHINSON: It's murder one.

CAL: I guess we're all here then. Someone who wants the truth, someone who wants to be right and us, the idiots in the middle.

MIDDLE-AGED MAN: The U.S. attorney's office wants to try Cole as an adult.

[CUT to JAMES COLE being led, handcuffed, through the prison]

MIDDLE-AGED MAN: But if the mayor is gonna support sending a sixteen-year-old to prison for the rest of his life he wants to be certain we're talking about a premeditated, cold-blooded murder. He wants you to provide an independent assessment of intent.

GILLIAN: We'll need the crime scene photos and the autopsy report.

HUTCHINSON [mockingly]: But I thought you could tell if somebody was lying just by looking at them.

GILLIAN: The question is never simply if someone is lying, it's why.

[CUT to CAL and GILLIAN in an interrogation room with JAMES COLE. A video camera is set up]

JAMES COLE: Look, I already told the police everything, okay?

GILLIAN: Tell us why you think you're here, James.

JAMES COLE [sighs]: I was out for a run and the police thought I was running from them, so they arrested me.

CAL: I heard you made your school's track team.

JAMES COLE: I-I didn't make it. They don't have try-outs.

CAL: Oh. What was your best race this year?

[Close up on JAMES's eyes as they shift to the side]

JAMES COLE: Uh, I don't know, um, probably against Jefferson last week.Why?

CAL: I ran hurdles myself. 110-meters. How did your quads feel during the race?

[JAMES's eyes shift again]

JAMES COLE: Um, good I guess?

CAL: And what about on your run the night you were arrested.

[Close up on JAMES's eyes which do not move this time]

JAMES COLE: I felt fine.

[CAL nods and raises an eyebrow slightly]

GILLIAN: Your teacher, Miss McCartney, was found dead in her home. Have you ever been to her house before?

JAMES COLE: No, I've never been to her house before.

GILLIAN: Miss McCartney thought that you should be held back a year, because she thought you were having some problems with your classmates.

JAMES COLE: What? I didn't want to get held back.

CAL: How did you feel when you found out she was dead?

JAMES COLE: I prayed for her soul. I can't know God's plan, but I didn't kill her.

[CUT to CAL sitting in a chair, going over the video of JAMES COLE. He looks over at HUTCHINSON and ESTER and sees them whispering to each other. HUTCHINSON looks down and ESTER pulls up her lower lip slightly, jutting out her chin. GILLIAN suddenly appear beside CAL]

GILLIAN: Hurdles?

CAL: I could have run hurdles.

GILLIAN [unbelievingly]: Please . . .

HUTCHINSON: So, you got a sense of his intent?

CAL: When I asked James about his best race he broke eye contact, in order to remember and answer truthfully. When I asked him about his run the night of the murder he never broke eye contact. He wasn't recalling a memory. He was lying.

HUTCHINSON: But I thought most people avoid eye contact when they're lying.

CAL: Nah, it's a myth. Quite often they make more eye contact. They need to watch to see if you believe their lies.

GILLIAN: The content analysis would suggest that James has been to Miss McCartney's house before. Question: Have you ever been to her house? Answer: No, I have never been to her house. Rigid repetition like that is typical of a lie.

HUTCHINSON: Ok, so you'll tell the mayor's office the murder was premeditated.

CAL: Looks that way. But when I asked him about his teacher's death all we saw was this.

[CUT to the television screen where JAMES shows a face of sadness]

CAL: Oblique eyebrows.

GILLIAN: Sadness. Why would he be hiding sadness for her?

HUTCHINSON: Looks like guilt to me.

CAL: Well, it's possible he didn't mean to kill his teacher.

HUTCHINSON: Excuse me?

CAL: Could have been an accident.

HUTCHINSON [laughs]: Ok. Ok, I indulge the mayor's office in letting you talk to the kid but now you're just making wild guesses that have no basis in hard evidence. This was no accident. And personally, I think what you do is a joke. It's a freaking carnival act.

CAL [nodding]: Oh, yeah. I get that a lot. You know, a moment ago I saw you smile at your colleague, flash her a glance, then shift your gaze. She responded by raising her chin boss, revealing deep embarrassment.

GILLIAN: Cal . . .

CAL: I'll take another wild guess. You two had a fling. She doesn't want a repeat performance because what with your wife and all, but you won't move on.

[HUTCHINSON reaches up and scratches his nose]

CAL: Oh, no, no. Keep your fingers off your nose. Men have erectile tissue there. Itches when they're hiding something.

[HUTCHINSON looks away, embarrassed after getting the beat down by CAL. CAL and GILLIAN leave]

[CUT to Jackson High School. CAL, GILLIAN and the PRINCIPAL are walking down a hall]

PRINCIPAL: I've been principal here for over three years and we've never faced anything like this. To lose a teacher and then find out a student might have been responsible . . .

GILLIAN: I understand James was new to the school.

PRINCIPAL: Yes, his parents chose to home-school him until this year because they're devout Jehovah's witnesses. He was prepared academically but he had real difficulties socially.

CAL: Did he ever express emotion of any kind toward Miss McCartney?

PRINCIPAL: He was sent to my office a number of times, but he never mentioned her specifically. But I can tell you the boy's father had some strong objections to Miss McCartney's teaching. He was outraged that she had assigned the book The Color Purple to her students. Thought it was pornographic.

[The PRINCIPAL turns and opens a door. Inside is an empty classroom with a student sitting in the middle of the room, obviously a make-shift interrogation room]

PRINCIPAL: Alright, they're ready for you. But can I just say, uh, as much as we all mourn this loss no teacher that I've spoken to believes that this boy should go to prison for life.

[CUT to a BOY WITH WEIRD HAIR]

BOY WITH WEIRD HAIR: He was in the photography club for like, five minutes before he quit. It seemed like he didn't talk ever. He took really good photos, though.

[CUT to AFRICAN-AMERICAN GIRL]

AFRICAN-AMERICAN GIRL: I never saw him hang out with anybody. He's kind of intense, like the way he'd stare at you.

[CUT to JOCK BOY]

JOCK BOY: He talked a bunch of crap about Miss McCartney.

GILLIAN: Really? What did he say?

JOCK BOY: Kid's a freak, I mean, I can't remember exactly but I'm sure I heard him say something psycho about her.

GILLIAN: You wouldn't just be saying that because you got suspended for hitting him in the face?

[CAL looks at the boy and JOCK BOY looks away]

[CUT to JACQUELYN]

JACQUELYN: I was in biolab with him. You know, I don't see how he could have done what they're saying he did. It's just, well, I don't believe it. I mean I've never even seen him get angry. Why would he want to kill her, anyway?

[CAL watches JACQUELYN closely. She is breathing in short, quick bursts]

CAL: Are you feeling emotional in any way right now, Jacquelyn?

JACQUELYN: Um, no.

GILLIAN: It's ok if you are.

JACQUELYN: I feel fine.

[JACQUELYN watches CAL write something in a notebook--her name]

[CUT to a street outside, and into the car CAL and GILLIAN are in]

CAL [on phone]: Deputy Barnes.

DEPUTY BARNES [on phone]: And what did you learn in school today?

GILLIAN [on phone]: 57 classmates and not one credible account of antecedent aggression from James.

CAL [on phone]: I need to see the case file and look at the other suspect-homicide questions.

DEPUTY BARNES [on phone]: You don't think James Cole is guilty?

CAL [on phone]: I don't know, but if the prosecutor wants to send a kid my daughter's age to a cell block with pedophiles and serial killers, I wouldn't mind knowing for sure.

DEPUTY BARNES [on phone]: Whatever you need.

[CAL turns around in his seat and prepares to back-up and parallel park next to a building, but another driver quickly drives into his spot. Loud music is playing from the car.]

CAL: Alright . . .

GILLIAN: Forget it. We'll find another one.

CAL: No, maybe he didn't see me. Why don't you get out.

GILLIAN: Just drive.

[CAL looks at her and GILLIAN finally gives in, sighing and exiting the car. CAL backs up the car so he the RUDE GUY's car is blocked in from all four sides and rolls down his window]

CAL: Hi, you didn't see me waiting for that space?

RUDE GUY: Didn't see ya.

CAL: Really?

RUDE GUY: No, I did not see you. I was waiting, too. You must not have seen me.

CAL [amused]: That's fantastic. Classic gestural slip, you got the slightest head-nod yes before you shook your head no.

RUDE GUY [confused]: Look, I'm in the space and I'm not going anywhere.

CAL: That's true.

[CAL nods, rolls up his window and turns the car off. RUDE GUY is now trapped in his car]

RUDE GUY: Hey! You can't block me in like that! Jerk!

[CAL locks the car doors and GILLIAN meets up with him, both walking down the street]

GILLIAN [sarcastic]: Congratulations. One liar down, six-and-a-half billion to go.

[CUT to airport terminal. CAL and GILLIAN are waiting in line at a baggage check station.]

GILLIAN: Well, the U.S. attorney's office scheduled the transfer hearing. We have two days. I told the mayor's office we need to examine James's antecedent behavior, so we're set to meet with his parents and his church group . . .

[CAL leans out of line and catches the eye of a security guard, RIA TORRES]

TORRES: How are you doing today, sir?

CAL: I'm great.

TORRES: Good, could you step out of line please?

CAL: Are you serious?

TORRES: Yeah.

[CAL and GILLIAN follow TORRES to a small table]

TORRES: Any reason you might be anxious this morning, sir?

CAL: No, only that I missed my flight.

TORRES: I need you to open your briefcase for me.

CAL: You know what, I'm gonna check it. It's the liquids, right?

TORRES [into walkie-talkie]: Stop! TP3 backup, backup TP3. [to CAL] Open your briefcase.

[CAL looks at GILLIAN, then sets the briefcase on the table and opens it. It's full of cash]

TORRES: You're gonna need to come with us.

GILLIAN: Actually, you need to come with us.

[TORRES looks confused]

[CUT to CAL and GILLIAN talking to TORRES]

TORRES: When you leaned out of line I could tell you were jacked up about something.

CAL: That's because I flashed you a partial fear expression.

Torres: Whatever, but why were you trying to play me?

GILLIAN: Six years ago, Dr. Lightman left the deception detection program he founded for the Defense Department. Together we started a private firm that works with police, corporations and almost every federal agency. We'd like you to come work for us, Miss Torres.

TORRES: Why?

GILLIAN: You've made seven times more arrests than the average TSA agent and you scored 97% on the TSA deception diagnostic which Dr. Lightman created.

CAL: Have you ever had any specialized deception training?

TORRES: I've dated a lot of men.

[CAL smiles and looks at GILLIAN, also smiling]

GILLIAN: You're one of the naturals. There's an infinitesimal percentage of the population, less than .001, that test nearly perfect without any advanced training. We've already cleared your leaving with the TSA field director. Our office will call you later.

[CAL and GILLIAN begin to walk away]

TORRES: Oh, uh, don't forget your briefcase.

CAL: That's your signing bonus.

[TORRES looks at the briefcase with unconcealed surprise]

[CUT to The Lightman Group building, CAL's office. LOKER walks in]

LOKER: I just had a long conversation with the school guidance counselor. The girl whose breathing you said was fast and shallow, Jacquelyn Mathis, has had three appointments with the school nurse in the past two week. Guidance guide said typically that could be about drugs or an STD. You know, gonorrhea, clap, crabs, uh . . .

GILLIAN: Find out if Jacquelyn had any connection to James Cole outside of school and follow up with the nurse.

[GILLIAN sits down across from CAL's desk, drinking out of a ridiculously large, white cup]

CAL: Did the school principal seem tense to you?

GILLIAN: Wouldn't you be if this happened at your school?

CAL: Well, he had his left hand in his pants pocket pressed against his leg the whole time.

GILLIAN: We're not all hiding something.

CAL [nodding]: Ok.

GILLIAN: You think I'm naive just because I don't share your twisted view of the world.

CAL: That, and you read romance novels.

GILLIAN: Yes, I do. Because they make me happy. A pursuit I highly recommend to you.

CAL: Truth or happiness, never both.

[GILLIAN slurps her drink loudly]

CAL: What is that now?

GILLIAN: Orange slushie.

CAL: How old are you?

[GILLIAN smiles as HEIDI walks in]

HEIDI: Chairman Baldridge from the Democratic National Committee's on the phone. Some sort of crisis.

CAL [to GILLIAN]: Politician, that's all you.

[GILLIAN looks at CAL and gets up]

CAL: Charge him by the lie, you can retire tomorrow.

[CUT to GILLIAN outside with CHAIRMAN BALDRIDGE]

CHAIRMAN BALDRIDGE: Why isn't Dr. Lightman here?

GILLIAN: Cal really wanted to make it.

CHAIRMAN BALDRIDGE [laughing]: He's a better liar than you are.

GILLIAN: He's a better liar than all of us.

CHAIRMAN BALDRIDGE: I need your help, Gillian. Congressman Zeb Wile, whose career I've spent twenty years building, is about to be accused of paying for sex. A friend at the Post gave me the tip but I need to know the truth before the story breaks.

GILLIAN: You think it could be a smear job?

CHAIRMAN BALDRIDGE: I do, but allegedly congressman Wile frequents some sort of high-priced escort service at an underground club in Georgetown. Now, if that's true, it's gonna be a P.R. nightmare. Because he's the new chairman of the house ethics committee.

GILLIAN: That's delightful, but we don't go through people's dirty laundry.

CHAIRMAN BALDRIDGE: So, Dr. Lightman just assumes you're a liar if you're a politician.

GILLIAN: He assumes you're a liar if you're a homosapien.

CHAIRMAN BALDRIDGE: If these allegations are false are you going to stand by while an innocent man is destroyed by lies?

[GILLIAN gives him a look, obviously considering the case]

[CUT to The Lightman Group building. CAL exits his office and finds TORRES approaching]

CAL [shaking her hand]: Thanks for coming in right away.

TORRES: You're the boss.

[LOKER creeps in from the corner, leaning against the wall]

LOKER [to TORRES]: I would like to sleep with you.

[CAL and TORRES turn to LOKER]

CAL: Uh, Eli Loker, Ria Torres. He's harmless, just always speaks the truth about what's on his mind. What do you call it again?

LOKER: Radical honesty.

CAL: That's it. Well, he'll get you started on running our official cutting system.

[CAL goes back into his office and leaves TORRES and LOKER alone]

LOKER [laughing awkwardly]: I have no chance with you. Nope. Uh, do I have any chance with you?

TORRES: You always tell the truth?

LOKER: Always.

TORRES: How good are you in bed?

LOKER [thinking]: Fair.

TORRES: Fair's better than most.

[TORRES walks past LOKER who pauses to think, then follows]

[CUT to CAL and GILLIAN speaking to the parents of JAMES COLE in their home]

FATHER: I don't see why you need to look at James' bedroom.

GILLIAN: Mr. Cole, anything that gives us a better sense of your son is helpful.

CAL [about photographs on wall]: James took these?

MOTHER: Yes, he did.

[GILLIAN walks through a door and finds a make-shift darkroom]

FATHER: We let him convert that bathroom into a darkroom for his photography.

[CAL notices the FATHER pull up his sleeve]

CAL: That a problem?

FATHER: Well, it was taking too much time from his responsibilities as a witness doing God's work.

GILLIAN: What did James tell you about Miss McCartney?

FATHER: He thought she was a good teacher.

[FATHER clenches his fist as he speaks]

CAL: And did you?

MOTHER: James did not kill that woman. He would not take part in wrestling practice for gym class because he knows the Lord condemns violence, even in sport.

FATHER: If you value something, you build a fence around it to protect it and that's what we did with James. We home-schooled him as long as we could to shield him from, from drugs and sex and corruption.

GILLIAN: Is that why you were angry about the material she was teaching him.

FATHER: We are in the world, but not of the world. And we need to protect our children from non-believers.

CAL: Is there anything you wouldn't do to protect your son from a non-believer?

FATHER [slightly angered]: Watch yourself. I'm a man of God.

CAL: I like horse racing, Manhattans (?), briefs--not boxers. All of which makes us equally likely to lie so I'll ask you again.

FATHER: Get out of this house.

[FATHER shows an angry scorn just like the one on the PRISONER and CATO CAYLIN]

[CUT to The Lightman Group building. CAL's office]

GILLIAN: I've been doing some research into James' family. I spoke to an overseer of their church who said Mr. Cole has had fights with other church-goers over their unholy lifestyles. Some of them said he's an extremist.

CAL: There's something going on in that family.

GILLIAN: The police saw James running away from the front door of Miss McCartney's house after the murder. Maybe he was trying to stop his father from killing her.

CAL: What's your content analysis of the mother?

GILLIAN: She was definitely concealing something. When I asked her about Miss McCartney, she stopped using contractions and started referring to her as 'that woman'.

CAL: As in 'I did not have sexual relations with that woman, Miss Lewinsky'.

GILLIAN: Distancing language. She knew something about her she didn't want to say.

CAL: We need to look at the polygraph test James failed. I want to see what questions he spiked on.

[LOKER walks in the office with a folder]

LOKER: Have I mentioned your office looks like it belongs to a serial killer?

CAL: Several times.

LOKER: The P.D. is running background checks on both the parents and trying to confirm their whereabouts the night of the murder. As for the girl who was so anxious, Jacquelyn Mathis, no connection to James Cole outside of school but I do know why she might have been anxious. The school nurse insinuated that Jacquelyn is pregnant.

CAL: Pregnant . . . not what a father in my shoes wants to hear. I gotta go. I have Emily and her boyfriend's coming over.

[CAL and GILLIAN stand]

GILLIAN: You worry too much, you do. You worry. You're a worrier. You don't even know if they've talked about having sex.

CAL: Tonight he's taking her to a fancy restaurant.

GILLIAN: Emily's a smart girl. You have to trust her.

CAL: Well, her mother's a smart girl, too, and I trusted her.

[CUT to EMILY LIGHTMAN's room. CAL is obviously bugging her as she gets ready for her date]

EMILY: Well, I think Roger's a loser but if Mom wants to be with a loser . . .

CAL: You don't have to say that for me.

EMILY: No, I'm saying it 'cause he's a loser.

CAL: I have the utmost respect for anyone your mother cares for and so should you.

EMILY: Admit it, you're thinking 'what a loser', I saw your eyes do the thing.

[CAL looks at EMILY and she smiles. The doorbell rings]

EMILY: Uh, Dan's early.

CAL: Yeah, and about that. I know your mother's out of town and you've got the keys and Dan has a car.

EMILY: Uh, no we're not doing this. You just go let Dan in while I finish getting ready and you better not do some covert scientific technique to find out what we're doing or not doing tonight. Promise.

CAL: No covert science, I promise.

[CAL walks out of the room. CUT to CAL opening the door to find DAN, EMILY's date, on the other side]

CAL [pleasantly]: Hi, Dan.

DAN [politely]: Hi, Dr. Lightman.

CAL: Are you gonna try and have sex with my daughter tonight?

[DAN's face falls and CAL smiles]

[CUT to The Lightman Group building, an interrogation room. CAL watches from behind a two-way mirror as GILLIAN asks CONGRESSMAN WILE questions]

GILLIAN: We appreciate your time. Congressman Wile, have you ever been to a club called Centurion?

CONGRESSMAN WILE [to man beside him]: Marshall, what is this really about? I'm a five term U.S. Congressman. I'd appreciate a--

MARSHALL: Answer the question, Zeb.

CONGRESSMAN WILE: I've never heard of it. Why?

GILLIAN: It's been alleged that you go to this club on Friday nights. Tell me how you spent last Friday evening.

CONGRESSMAN WILE: I went for a swim at the congressional gym, then I went home to catch up on some committee reading.

GILLIAN: Go on.

CONGRESSMAN WILE: I had dinner alone before leaving for an event at the Smithsonian.

GILLIAN: Got it. Now just tell it to me backwards.

CONGRESSMAN WILE: What?

[CAL laughs as CONGRESSMAN WILE shows confusion and discomfort]

GILLIAN: Start at the end of the night and work backwards.

CONGRESSMAN WILE [struggling]: Huh . . . before the event at the Smithsonian I, um, well as I told you I did some reading. And, um, before that I, uh . . .

[CUT to analysis room of some sort]

TORRES [watching tape]: That guy's lying his ass off.

GILLIAN: Yes he is. When you're lying it's hard to tell a story backwards because there's no real memory of what happened. Liars rehearse their stories in order. They don't think to rehearse them backward.

GILLIAN [on tape]: Have you ever engaged the services of a prostitute?

CONGRESSMAN WILE [on tape]: I am certainly not going to dignify that with an answer.

[CAL stops the tape as CONGRESSMAN WILE touches his brow]

CAL: And that is an expression of deep shame. This guy religious?

GILLIAN: That's what I don't understand. Not religious, not married, no kids-- but he shows deeper shame than politicians who have been caught cheating on their wives.

CAL: Well, being the ethics chairman takes a lot of the fun out of having sex with hookers.

TORRES: But seriously, what if he's into something a lot more shameful? Smacking them around or underage girls.

CAL [pauses]: I need to restore the expression I had from James' polygraph up here.

WOMAN [on tape]: Did you attack Susan McCartney?

[JAMES COLE raises his hand and touches his brow just like CONGRESSMAN WILE]

JAMES COLE [on tape]: No.

GILLIAN: Huh. The same shame expression.

CAL: Now, punch in on his eye. I wanna see his pupil.

GILLIAN: They're fully dilated, and it's not fear or anger.

CAL: No, you know what else makes pupils dilate.

GILLIAN: Sexual arousal. Do you think there was a sexual relationship between James and Miss McCartney?

CAL: Maybe that's what the parents were hiding.

[CUT to the house of JAMES COLE. CAL and GILLIAN are questioning JAMES' parents in their living room]

FATHER: My son did not engage in sexual activity of any kind.

GILLIAN: As I told you, we're here because we believe your son is innocent. There were no signs of rape or sexual assault in this crime. But on his polygraph James exhibited intense sexual feelings for Miss McCartney.

MOTHER: Gerald . . .

FATHER: Be quiet!

CAL: We saw you trying to conceal your scorn for Miss McCartney. That's not just about the book she's teaching, is it? What can you tell us about your son and her?

FATHER: I've already told you everything.

CAL [annoyed]: Both of you and your son are lying. Now, let me tell you something. The only way three people can keep a secret is if two of them are dead, so why don't you wake the hell up--

GILLIAN: Everything you're doing makes perfect sense.

[CAL looks at GILLIAN]

GILLIAN: You're afraid for your son, Mrs. Cole, and when we experience fear we try to exercise whatever control we can, even if it makes things worse. That's why you lied to us before. It may help you feel better, but it's not helping your son. Because right now the only people who believe James is innocent are in this room.

[MRS. COLE looks down and considers this.]

GILLIAN: I know that you have the courage to move past your fear and tell us the truth.

[MR. COLE looks up at his wife, who is looking like she's about to break]

MOTHER: Wait here.

[MRS. COLE exits the room and CAL looks at GILLIAN again. Score one for Foster :) MRS. COLE returns with a stack of large photographs]

MOTHER: We found these hidden in James' room before the police came and searched his things.

[CAL begins flipping through the stack of photographs--they are all of Miss McCartney]

MOTHER: I know how this must look, but our son couldn't possibly have done this.

GILLIAN: Did you know James had been spying on Miss McCartney before you found these?

MOTHER: No.

CAL: Did you ever talk to James about sex?

FATHER: I talked with him about the urges that young men feel. We've read from Collosians together. Fornication, uncleanness, sexual appetite, idolatry-- he knows there's no greater sin.

[CAL flips through the photos again and stops on one in particular. He studies it]

CAL [to GILLIAN]: I need to see the crime scene photos.

MOTHER: You can't show these photographs to anyone, please.

CAL: We need to show them to your son.

[CUT to interrogation room with JAMES. GILLIAN and a SECURITY GUARD watch through a window]

CAL: You took these, James, and I understand why. Miss McCartney didn't make you feel anger, she made you feel temptation. She was a beautiful woman and for the first time in your life you felt desire. You took these pictures so you could fantasize about her. You spied on her. For weeks--at school, at her home.

[CAL taps a photo]

CAL: You took these, hiding right here behind these trees, looking through the bay window and on the night of the murder you went back to her house to spy on her...

[CAL pulls out photo of Miss McCartney, dead]

CAL:...and this is what you saw. There she was. You became aroused. You gave into temptation.

JAMES [hesitating]: I didn't know she was dead and I started to have thoughts, unclean thoughts, and I touched myself. But I swear to God I did not know that she was...that she was dead. It wasn't until afterwards...I was walking away and I saw the blood and I ran around the front and I was gonna call 911, but the police came and I ran. I just ran. What was I supposed to do?

[CUT to JAMES being escorted down a hall, forcibly, by two guards]

JAMES [yelling]: I'm telling the truth! I didn't kill her!

[HUTCHINSON comes up the stairs]

CAL: What was that?

HUTCHINSON: You spoon-fed him a good defense and he's not stupid, he went with it. But there's still a preponderance of evidence against him, more than enough for a grand jury.

GILLIAN: James was telling the truth.

HUTCHINSON: Oh, he lied when he said he'd never been to Miss McCartney's house before and these photographs go a long way toward proving premeditation.

GILLIAN: You aren't going to reconsider other suspects?

HUTCHINSON: He was stalking the victim, he fled the scene and he failed a polygraph the night of the murder.

CAL: All for the same reason-- Sexual guilt.

GILLIAN: The polygraph only tells you if someone is feeling guilty, it doesn't tell you what they're feeling guilty about. The guilt James felt had nothing to do with the murder.

HUTCHINSON: Look, you wanna ignore the evidence, fine. But I heard how things ended for you over at The Pentagon and unless you want the entire justice department picking apart every case you work for us, too...you leave this one alone.

[HUTCHINSON looks from CAL to GILLIAN and then turns to leave]

[CUT to The Lightman Group building. TORRES knocks and comes into the room, followed by ALEC FOSTER, GILLIAN's scumbag (Oops! Sorry >=]) husband]

TORRES: There she is.

GILLIAN [to ALEC]: Hey, honey.

[ALEC kisses her]

ALEC: Hey, Cal. [to GILLIAN] Sorry I'm late. I had a bunch of work I had to finish before leaving.

GILLIAN [to CAL]: Why don't you come to dinner with us, clear your head for an hour? It's gonna be a late night.

CAL: Nah, I'm good. You go ahead.

GILLIAN: Okay.

ALEC: Goodnight.

[GILLIAN and ALEC leave. TORRES looks at CAL, then toward the door]

TORRES: Her husband just lied to her. He was lying when he said he got held up with work.

CAL: Don't you have work to do?

TORRES: You're not gonna tell her he's lying?

CAL [ignoring her]: How are we doing on the Congressman and the sex club thing?

TORRES: Okay...Well, Congressman Wile still won't admit to anything so I'm gonna go to the club tonight and see if I can find out what he did there that he's so ashamed of. The girl Wile has been seeing goes by Melissa, and he sees her every Friday night without fail. Classy, huh?

CAL: Well, we all pay for sex one way or another. At least hookers are honest about the price.

[CAL gets up and leaves]

[CUT to TORRES entering the club, looking snazzy in her nice dress. People inside are milling about, chatting and laughing, while music plays. TORRES is in a corner booth talking to MELISSA.]

MELISSA: Bet your boyfriend's pretty happy this is his birthday present.

TORRES [smiling]: So, uh, how do you like this place, Melissa?

MELISSA: It's great. Always a party.

TORRES: You really hate it.

MELISSA [confused]: Uh...it's just for now. And, uh, it sucks being broke and I can make a lot more money doing this than I did dancing.

TORRES: So are most of your clients regulars or one-offs?

MELISSA: Mostly, um, regulars actually.

TORRES: Maybe Julian and I could--um, that's my boyfriend--maybe we'll become one of your regulars. Are you free next Friday night?

MELISSA [smiling]: Not Fridays. I, uh, I have, um, a regular on Fridays.

[TORRES smiles and studies her face. She doesn't look particularly disgusted]

[CUT to The Lightman Group building. TORRES is talking to GILLIAN]

TORRES: I don't think the Congressman was doing anything nasty to her. She had this little smile about her Friday nights with him, like she has real feelings for the guy.

GILLIAN: Was there wrinkling around her eyes when she smiled?

TORRES: Uhh, yeah. There was.

GILLIAN: Then it was real. In a fake smile there's no eye wrinkling.

[LOKER walks in, hanging onto the doorframe]

LOKER [loudly]: Excuse me. Turn on the news.

[GILLIAN grabs the remote and turns on the news]

ANNOUNCER [on TV]: There's much to be learned still, but house ethics Chairman Zeb Wile reportedly spent more than $82,000 on a single escort over a matter of months. He exited his congressional office just moments ago.

[A jumble of voices on screen ask Congressman WILE if his involvement is true, etc. GILLIAN freezes the film and points out WILE's face.]

GILLIAN: Look at his disgust.

TORRES: Yeah, but he's not disgusted with himself. It's like he's disgusted with the idea of having sex with her.

GILLIAN: Well, maybe they weren't having sex.

LOKER [scoffing]: Why would a guy spend $82,000 on an escort he's not having sex with?

[CUT to CAL on the phone in his office]

CAL [on phone]: Yes, of course. No, I understand.

[GILLIAN walks in]

CAL: Defense attorney says James has had an acute psychological collapse. He won't eat, sleep or talk to anyone. He's on suicide watch.

GILLIAN [handing him photos]: Take a look at these. Her clothes are identical to the crime scene photos. James took those the day of the murder and you can tell it's late, probably just a couple hours before she was killed.

[The photos show Miss McCartney obviously arguing with someone in a car]

CAL: Look at her hand.

GILLIAN: What?

[CAL gets up and scans the photo onto his wall/projector]

CAL [imitating Miss McCartney]: It's tensed and turned upwards at her side like this.

GILLIAN: Is that a gesture emblem?

CAL: Yeah, when we make it consciously [raises his hand, palm out] the meaning is clear.

GILLIAN: Stop. She was having an argument.

CAL: Yeah. It had to be pretty disturbing to produce that emblem.

GILLIAN: So, whoever was in that car had a fight with her just hours before she was murdered.

CAL: Body language tells the truth, even from the grave.

[CUT to Jackson High School.]

CAL [offering his hand]: Principal Castle, thank you for seeing me, sir.

PRINCIPAL: Please, anything to help.

GILLAN: Do you know who at school might have had an argument with Miss McCartney the day she was murdered?

PRINCIPAL: I have no idea. What, do you think another student was involved?

GILLIAN: Possibly. [pulling out photo] We need to know who drives this car.

PRINCIPAL: Sure. I can try to see if it's registered for school parking.

CAL: Is that your car?

PRINCIPAL [defensively]: No it's not.

CAL: Were you romantically involved with Susan McCartney?

PRINCIPAL: Of course not! What are you suggesting?

CAL: Oh, I'm sorry, I really am. We have to consider everything and I'm sorry if I've offended you, really.

[CAL stands and starts shaking PRINCIPAL Castle's hand.]

CAL: Yeah, I'm very sorry. Very sorry...if I offended you, I am sorry. I have offended you and I am so sorry. It's not a good thing. I apologize.

[After CAL releases his hand a couple of hours later (kidding, of course...) him and GILLIAN immediately leave. PRINCIPAL Castle looks very confused]

[CUT to GILLIAN and CAL walking outside the school]

GILLIAN [amused]: What's with the Rainman routine?

CAL: You wanna know how scared he was after you showed him the photo of the car?

GILLIAN: How scared?

CAL: In skin temperature, about ten degrees scared which is to say very scared.

GILLIAN: His hand was colder the second time you shook it.

CAL: Yeah, he recognized that car. Intense fear kicked in. It's a classic physiological flight response--Blood flows from the extremities, to the legs, so you're ready to run. Your hands get cold fast.

[CUT to TLG building. LOKER meets CAL and GILLIAN in the hallway]

LOKER: The car in question does not belong to the principal or his wife.

CAL: Are you sure?

LOKER: Yeah, Deputy Barnes had records run both of their registrations...

GILLIAN: So Principal Castle recognized the car, but it's not his.

CAL: Well, find out whose it is. Have them run the registration of every student and teacher at the school.

TORRES [walking up]: The DNC Chairman is going ahead with the press conference this afternoon, but I think I know what Congressman Wile was doing at the sex club and why he was so ashamed.

[TORRES hands GILLIAN a file]

TORRES: Take a look. He filed this online two years ago.

GILLIAN [surprise]: Call me the second you hear about the car. [to TORRES] Come on.

[CUT to a professional-looking building. People in suits with briefcases seem to be dispersing and heading for exits. CONGRESSMAN WILE is putting away papers. GILLIAN and TORRES approach him]

CONGRESSMAN WILE [looking up, disgusted]: You haven't done enough muck-raking for one day?

TORRES: Sir, we don't think you were doing anything sexual at that club because I believe this escort Melissa, who you paid for time with...

CONGRESSMAN WILE: What about her?

TORRES: She's your daughter.

CONGRESSMAN WILE [pausing]: I've already admitted to what I did. I'm tendering my resignation today.

TORRES [pulling out a sheet of paper]: This is the profile you registered in May of '06 on Adopt-Connect, a registry for birth parents trying to reconnect with an adoptee.

GILLIAN: The adopted name you listed was Brenda Melissa Johnson. The date of birth would make her Melissa's age now.

CONGRESSMAN WILE [sitting down]: I was a junior in college at UA and I was seeing a young woman who was a freshman at the Women's College in Merriam. She got pregnant. We agreed to a closed adoption. We both moved on, but I never stopped thinking about it. A couple of years ago I registered to be found but nothing came of it, so I hired a private investigator.

GILLIAN: Does Melissa--Brenda--know you're her father?

CONGRESSMAN WILE: No. I didn't want to force her to confront an answer she clearly wasn't looking for. But when I found out she was working at that club I had to do something, so I went--started getting to know her, I gave her money, tried to get her to quit.

TORRES: We can tell the Chairman and the press.

CONGRESSMAN WILE: Please, no.

TORRES: No?

CONGRESSMAN WILE: I am close to getting Brenda to make a change. If the press finds out who she really is, she will spend the rest of her life being known as the Congressman's whore daughter. I've already betrayed her once. I won't do it again.

[CUT to GILLIAN and TORRES walking down a hallway in the professional-looking building. GILLIAN's cell phone begins to ring]

GILLIAN [on phone]: Hey.

LOKER [on phone]: The car belongs to Jacquelyn Mathis, the girl the school nurse thought was pregnant. Deputy Bonds had homicide bring her in, second district station, right now.

[CUT to the Second District Police station. GILLIAN is watching CAL interrogate JACQUELYN on a TV screen]

JACQUELYN [on video]: Why would I know what happened to Miss McCartney?

CAL [on video]: You tell me.

JACQUELYN [on video]: Why would I know?

CAL: 'Why would I know?' When eyebrows go up like yours, the person knows the answer to the question they're asking.

JACQUELYN: But I don't. I don't- I don't feel well.

CAL: Morning sickness? You argued with Miss McCartney the afternoon that she was murdered.

JACQUELYN: No, I didn't. You don't know what you're talking about.

CAL: I know when you're lying.

JACQUELYN: I'm not lying!

CAL: I know why you fought with her.

JACQUELYN [upset]: I didn't!

[CAL pulls out the photo of Miss McCartney arguing with JACQUELYN in her car]

CAL: This your car?

JACQUELYN: I didn't kill Miss McCartney.

CAL: Now, that's the truth. I know you didn't, but you know who did. So, tell me about the argument.

JACQUELYN: I don't have anything to say.

CAL: You know, James Cole is innocent. He's going to go to prison for the rest of his life. You really gonna let that happen?

[JACQUELYN is getting more upset and emotional. She looks like she is about to cry.]

CAL: I mean, maybe you couldn't stop the murder but you can stop this. You have to stop this.

JACQUELYN [emotional]: I...I can't.

CAL [getting impatient]: Jacquelyn...

[GILLIAN interrupts, coming in silently and handing CAL a folded note. CAL reads the note and looks upset]

CAL: I guess it doesn't matter anymore. You're gonna have to live with this because James Cole just hanged himself in his jail cell.

[JACQUELYN cries and shakes her head. GILLIAN is watching the interrogation on the TV again]

JACQUELYN [crying]: I didn't think that anything would happen to James because he's a minor. I didn't know that he was gonna...Oh my God.

CAL: Why did Principal Castle recognize your car when I showed him the photograph? You were involved with him, weren't you? Castle took advantage of you.

JACQUELYN: He didn't take advantage of me. We're in love. He loves me.

CAL [nodding in a yeah-sure way]: You're pregnant with his baby, aren't you?

JACQUELYN: He was gonna leave his wife to be with me. He told me, but Miss McCartney saw us parked in my car up the hill beside school.We didn't--we didn't know, but she saw us. And then later that day she came up to me in the parking lot, freaking out like she had to be all worried about me when, I mean, I was the one who went after him.

CAL: And then you argued about turning him in.

JACQUELYN: I begged her not to. He hadn't done anything wrong. She didn't listen. She said she was gonna turn him in, so I told him. You know, he said that everything would be okay, that he would talk to her, but I didn't know he was gonna kill her. I didn't know...

[CUT to outside Jackson High School. Cops pull up outside the school and arrest Principal Castle. An officer leads him out the school in handcuffs and students watch. In the correctional facility where James has been held, his mother and father are crying. CAL and GILLIAN watch from afar. JAMES approaches them from behind and Mrs. Cole hugs her son. James' parents take him home, and they turn one last time to look at CAL and GILLIAN.]

[CUT to TLG building. CAL is sitting at a table in some sort of break room. GILLIAN walks in with her coat, obviously on her way out]

GILLIAN: You get the e-mail from the U.S. Attorney's office?

CAL: No.

GILLIAN: Principal Castle confessed in exchange for 30 years.

CAL: I thought the truth would set you free.

GILLIAN: Speaking of which, do you still have that note that I brought you? I want it for my office.

CAL [reaching into his pocket]: You really are a pack-rat.

[GILLIAN opens the note. Written inside is "Bring this to me in 5 minutes and look grim."]

GILLIAN: You could have just told me what this was for.

CAL [smiling]: Nah, you're a terrible liar.

GILLIAN: Normal people think that's a good thing.

CAL: Are you saying I'm not normal?

GILLIAN: Goodnight. Go home.

[CAL sits for a moment, then gets up. TORRES meets him in the hallway]

TORRES: Hey! Uh, DNC  Chairman's on the phone. What are we gonna say about the congressman?

CAL: Nothing.

TORRES: So, we're just gonna let him throw away his career? We're basically gonna lie?

CAL: Not basically.

TORRES: So, you lie to your partner about her husband and you lie to the people who hired us...what am I supposed to believe about you?

CAL: You believe whatever you want. That's what everyone else does.

[CAL walks away and soon he's outside. A lot of people are walking around. As he walks by, he passes various people talking to one another, all of them lying.]

MAN [to woman]: I'm glad we're spending the holidays with your family. Your folks are great!

[The MAN's face freezes to reveal an unhappy grimace]

WOMAN ON CELL PHONE: I'm saying I didn't even want this promotion. I feel terrible they fired her.

[The WOMAN's face reveals she is indeed quite happy about the promotion by her evil little smirk]

MAN IN SUIT [to blonde woman]: I love you. I'm gonna leave my wife, I just need a little more time.

[CLOSE UP on the Man's shoulder as he shrugs one side. The man kisses the woman and CAL stops. After the man leaves, CAL approaches the woman and puts a hand on her shoulder to get her attention]

CAL: Excuse me...