How William Orr's quest for better, cheaper gas became a crime.
The family of a dead judge blames a creeping fungus in the federal courthouse.
I worked at Kmart with John McCain's director of strategy.
The movie's resolution falls like a reckoning: Bradley, seen surveying the Austin skyline from his castle, plummets from public vilification to bankruptcy. In the end, his Xanadu is padlocked, and he resembles no one so much as There Will Be Blood's downfallen Daniel Plainview, his own milkshake sucked dry by some mysterious whim of fate.
Dunn takes no pleasure in his free fall — and there's little vindication anyway. "Barton Springs is a macrocosm of the world in which we now live," a radio commentator is heard to sigh, as the camera gazes upon unclear water. "Damn, damn, damn."