Double Jeopardy (1999) Movie Script
I'm pretty hungry. I hope we catch
some fish soon. Help me wind.
Turn this one.
Slowly.
- Slowly.
- I am doing it slowly.
Oh Matty, look.
You see that big boat?
She is the prettiest boat on
Whidbey lsland. The "Morning Star".
Some day I'll teach you to sail.
It's the best thing there is.
- Better than fishing?
- Yep. But you know what, kiddo?
I don't think I want you to grow up.
What if you marry some beautiful girl?
- Who's going to sail with me then?
- Dad?
Not a chance.
- Nick, we need to talk.
- Always happy to talk to you, Rudy.
Hey, Warren.
- Get that notice from First Seattle?
- Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did.
Then you know we've got a problem.
First Seattle is not a problem.
These martinis are a problem.
Do you mind?
Where were we? First Seattle...
- Mommy.
- Hey, kiddo.
- How's it going?
- Hand-off.
He's a sack of potatoes.
You've carried him around the whole
party? We'll never marry you off.
Yes.
Picasso. Blue period.
The artist's name is Kandinsky.
Wassily Kandinsky.
German, of Russian extraction.
1866-1944.
By the way, Picasso's blue period
was figurative, and ended in 1904.
These watercolours are abstract,
done in 1911.
Picasso.
Everyone, pipe down.
I'm about to give a speech.
The sign of a good party is when I'm
having a better time than anyone else.
But now is the time you ante up, for
drinking my liquor, eating my food.
Spilling tomato sauce on my couch...
Bobby Long.
You didn't think I saw you?
- He is insufferable.
- The Small Frye School needs cash.
So while you're reaching
for your cheque-books...
I'm pleased to introduce Rebecca
Tingley, our ravishing headmistress.
Mr Parsons. Thank you.
I'd like to start by introducing
a few members of my valuable staff.
Our dedicated teacher, and head
of admissions, Miss Angela Green.
What are you thinking about?
- Was I always as rude as I am now?
- Absolutely.
Hi.
Come have a seat.
- Should we break the news to her?
- It's best she hears it from us.
- She's not going to be happy about it.
- What's up, guys?
Close your eyes. Close them.
Stand up.
- Libby, what is your favourite thing?
- Me?
Not even close.
All right, open.
I made Sean an offer.
He agreed to let us take her out for
the weekend. If you like it, it's yours.
If I like it?
- We can't afford it.
- Have I ever let that get in my way?
- What about Matty?
- I'll take care of him. It'll be great.
- You hate to sail.
- I can learn.
Generally, a wine like this
needs time to breathe.
I don't think we should... wait.
I don't see land.
So where is it?
Alaska's that way, Japan is straight
ahead, and Australia is off to the left.
- Where would you like to go?
- Bed.
That can be arranged.
- We should do this more often.
- What, buy expensive sailboats?
If this is what happens,
I'll buy you another one tomorrow.
No, go away, just the two of us,
with nobody else around.
I'll drink to that.
Nick?
Nick?
Oh, my God...
Nick?
Nick...?
Nick?
Nick?!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Nick?
This is the Coastguard.
Put the knife down and step away.
I... I don't know...
I don't know where my husband is.
Hey, Tom.
What have you got for me?
- Anything?
- No.
Cutter, please don't let them
give up. He's a very strong man.
The raft and life preservers
are all on board.
These guys tracked the wind,
the currents...
There's nothing.
The water temperature overnight
was 51 degrees.
That's really cold.
- I can't breathe.
- Just put your head down.
Deep breaths. Big breaths.
Mommy, look!
Hey, kiddo.
Hey, Bobby.
Hey, Libby.
Cutter asked me to come by
and talk to you.
Not as an attorney, just as a friend.
The inquest was held this morning.
Nick's officially been declared dead.
Libby, they determined it was
a wrongful death, and you...
Jesus... You're being
formally charged with his murder.
I'm here to advise you, make no
statements whatsoever to the sheriff.
I'm sorry, Libby.
Cutter!
Not in front of my kid, okay?
I'm sorry, Libby.
The judge denied us bail.
Can Angie keep looking after Matty?
Good.
Okay...
Let's take a look at this,
see what we can do.
Bobby, here's what I think happened.
I had some wine. And I fell asleep.
It must have been the sun.
Maybe Nick was trying to cut
a snagged line, because...
the knife from the galley
was on deck.
And maybe the boat pitched,
and he cut himself.
And he tried to come below
to wake me up.
I quit these when I met Nick.
It'll be all right. I promise you.
Why don't we take a look
at this First Guarantee Life?
You both bought insurance policies
from the company four months ago.
- And you are the beneficiary?
- I'm his wife.
- You know it's worth two million?
- He wanted everything to be okay.
I'm afraid the jury may see
the two million as a motive.
- Is that what they're saying out there?
- No one is saying...
That I killed Nick for money?
I know we had problems,
and Nick worried, but we were okay.
Two of his investors
were suing him for embezzlement.
First Seattle issued a lien on
all his properties, your possessions...
Nick's death erases these problems,
leaving you with two million dollars.
- Do you think I killed him?
- What lawyers think doesn't matter.
It matters to me.
No, of course,
I don't think you killed him.
What was the condition of the radio
when you had a chance to inspect it?
- The handset cord had been cut.
- And as you approached the boat,
- what did you see?
- Mrs Parsons was holding a knife.
I show you State's exhibit
number four.
Mayday, mayday,
this is "Morning Star".
- State your emergency.
- I've been stabbed.
I'm bleeding. Jesus...
My name is Nicholas Parsons.
- State your position?
- I don't know.
Three miles northwest of
Whidbey lsland, I guess.
Oh, God!
Mrs Parsons,
you've heard the testimony,
and your explanation is that someone
must have boarded the boat.
That's right.
Well, let's consider
all the possibilities.
Maybe a band of pirates. Or aliens.
Did aliens murder your husband?
No, aliens weren't beneficiaries in
your husband's life insurance.
- Objection. The prosecutor...
- Overruled.
- I told you what happened.
- You told us that you were asleep.
Maybe you were sleepwalking
when you stabbed him to death.
- This isn't a closing argument.
- Withdrawn.
I didn't kill my husband.
I loved my husband.
I did not kill my husband!
You have to believe me.
I'm sorry, Libby.
It's not your fault, Bobby.
I want to ask you something, Angie.
I'd like you to adopt my son.
- I can't do that. Not to you.
- I've thought it through.
I barely survived my parents' house.
I'm not going to put him there.
Money's no problem. The two million
is going into a trust fund in his name.
- It isn't about money.
- I know.
Matty loves you.
We can't let him become
a ward of the State.
Thank you.
Hey kiddo, come see me.
You're going to stay with Angie
for a while.
And you're going to have lots of fun.
I know you're going to be a good boy.
Yes, Mommy.
As soon as all this is over,
we'll be together again.
That's a promise, kiddo.
I love you.
I love you too.
- Who's this?
- Rich bitch from Whidbey lsland.
- She ain't gonna make it.
- What do you think? A year?
Five cartons says she offs herself
inside of six months.
- Get away from me.
- Take it easy. We're your friends.
Heard you did your husband.
He probably deserved it.
Mine did.
- I know what a pain it is to get here.
- I taught him how to say the ABC's.
- Is that true?
- Yes.
Did you learn the alphabet, sweetie?
Can you tell me?
A, B, C, D, E, F, G,
H, l, J, K, L, M, N, O, P,
Q, R, S, T, U, V,
W, X, Y and Z.
Now I know my ABC's
next time won't you sing with me
- Give it up. Come on.
- Get off the phone, bitch.
You're low on cigarettes. You wanna
make friends? Buy another pack fast.
'Cause your personality
ain't the best I've ever seen.
You're trying to reach your friend,
the one with your boy?
Yeah, I can't find him.
He disappeared.
If you could disappear that easy,
I wouldn't be here now.
Me either.
Think. Use your head.
There's got to be a way
to track him down.
- Small Frye School. Front office.
- Hello, this is Angela Green.
- Angie, it's Jennifer.
- It's nice to hear your voice.
I haven't got a severance cheque
in a while.
Do you have my correct address
and phone number?
- I'll check. Can you hold on a sec?
- Yes, of course. Thank you.
Yeah, I have itrighthere.
Tell me ifthis is right.
3321 Mason Street,
San Francisco 94105.
The phone numberis 415...
- Hello?
- Angie?
- Libby, I've tried to call you.
- Is Matty okay? Where is he?
- Everything is fine.
- Why are you in San Francisco?
- Puthim on the phone.
- Why are you acting this way?
You disappeared!
I haven't seen my son in a month!
- I was just about to call you.
- Bullshit!
- How can you move and not tell me?
- We were coming next week.
Just put Matty on the phone.
Matty, it's Mommy. Come say hi.
- Hi, Mommy.
- Hello, sweetie-pie.
How are you, Matty?
I think about you all the time. I miss
you so much. Are you doing okay?
I love you.
I know this has been really hard,
but Angie's going to bring you
up to see me next week.
Yes, Mommy...
Daddy!
Nick?
He was in San Francisco last night.
The number is already disconnected.
No, I don't have
a forwarding address. He's gone.
Don't you have investigators? Doesn't
your company want its two million?
Why aren't you listening to me?
I am innocent.
Put some elbow grease into it.
No one wants burnt tapioca.
- Does it smell like it's burning?
- You got shit for brains, girl.
You're in prison.
Do you get that?
So you can forget about re-opening
your case, or a jailhouse appeal.
They take years,
and they're 95% unsuccessful.
So if you want my advice, and you're
gonna get it, you do your time.
What are you now, a lawyer?
Once upon a time.
But they tend to disbar murderers.
Here's your Christmas present...
Pay attention, this is the best advice
you're ever gonna get.
You ever hear of something called
double jeopardy?
It provides that no person may be
tried for the same crime twice.
They say you killed your husband.
They can't convict you a second time.
When you leave, track him down.
When you find him, you can kill him.
You can walk right up to him, put
a gun to his head and pull the trigger.
And there's nothing
anybody can do about it.
Makes you feel
warm and tingly all over, don't it?
That's right, keep stirring.
I got to hand it to you, honey,
it's sheer hate driving you on.
The only way you'll look like that
is if I staple the picture to your head.
Mattys eighth birthday, honey.
I read that even if a child is
separated from its mother at birth,
it never forgets her voice.
You think that's true?
Of course I do.
- "l've grown these past six years."
- They don't want you to be a tree.
Repeat after me: "If I could trade
places with my husband, I would."
And throw in
that born-again Jesus stuff.
Start with this: "l'm not sitting
in front of you to make excuses..."
I'm not sitting in front of you today
to try and make any excuses.
I killed my husband.
I've lived with that for six years.
But I'm a changed person.
Why should we believe you?
I can't ask you to believe me.
All I can do is believe in myself.
I know that, if I'm given a chance,
I can do something good with my life.
Make up for the wrong I did.
Mommy, talk to me.
Man, did you see that?
...if the people who did that
showed up here...
- The man's across the hall.
- Thanks.
Let's imagine that...
Come in.
- I'm Elizabeth Parsons.
- What do you have in that box?
Elizabeth Parsons...
The state of Washington
has granted you a conditional parole.
For three years, no fighting,
no fornicating, no drinking or drugs.
- No exceptions. Do you understand?
- Yes.
This is your social security card.
You will find sustained employment.
You're not to carry a weapon
of any kind, especially a knife.
Curfew's at 8:30.
My cell-phone number. If there's a
chance you'll be five minutes late,
you will call me.
I will have you picked up.
If you violate these conditions,
your parole will be revoked by me.
You'll return to prison to serve
the remainder of your sentence.
- Is this a problem for you?
- No.
- Yes, it is. Want to tell me about it?
- No.
- I'm gonna have trouble with you.
- No, I learned my lesson...
I'm only interested in your behaviour.
Behave yourself. You're in room 8.
You're never going to get anywhere
like that. Here...
Nice shampoo...
What are you looking for?
A friend I haven't seen in a few years.
Boyfriend...?
- Girl.
- In that case, I'll help you.
- Does your friend have e-mail?
- I have no idea.
Okay, let's do some surfing.
What's your friend's name?
- Angela Green.
- Zip code?
Social security number? We can run
a credit report and get her address.
- She was a schoolteacher.
- Done deal.
And... voil.
Maybe when this thing
is finished searching
we could go to this bar I know
and get a drink.
- What do you say?
- After I check with my parole officer.
- You've been to jail?
- Prison. Jail is a different thing.
What did you do,
not pay your parking tickets?
I was convicted
of murdering my husband.
- You're kidding, right?
- No, I'm not.
Sliced and diced.
Can you believe that?
- You're not kidding.
- No, I said I wasn't.
But it'd be nice to have a drink.
I haven't been out in a long time.
- I have this appointment...
- See you.
See you.
Oh, the book. See you.
Oh, my God.
So he takes me out for dinner
and feeds me escargot. Snails!
Anyway, the moment I go to bed
with him, the asshole dumps me.
- You dick-sticking fuck!
- You insult me byraisingyour voice.
I don't like being called dirty names.
- Don't do this to me.
- Where were you this afternoon?
- You were on Pike St. in hot pants.
- I was on my way to work!
You haven't been to work in a week.
Get your stuff.
I'm sorry. I won't ever
do that shit again. I promise that.
You blew off your parole,
you're going back. It's that simple.
- You dirty cocksucker!
- You've got a dirty mouth, Ruby.
I just want one chance!
God damn you, you motherfucker!
You mean fucker! You send me
back there and they'll kill me!
Fucking asshole!
Show's over. Go to sleep.
- Am I a mean son of a bitch?
- She could get a second chance.
There are no second chances.
This is the last-chance house.
- What's wrong with that guy?
- He used to be a college something.
- A law teacher.
- How can a law professor end here?
- Life's a bitch.
- He got a DUI and totalled his car.
- He totalled his wife and daughter.
- Nobody got killed.
When his wife got done with him,
he wished he had. She took it all.
Including the kid.
He hasn't seen his girl in years.
- Libby, it's wrong of you to be here.
- I'm sorry, but you're my only hope.
Sharon, put that down, please.
- Libby, I'm sorry, I can't.
- I want to find my son.
Mattys had six years with Angie.
Think about it. Six years.
Benjamin, that's a great sandcastle.
If you come back into his life now,
it'll cause more disruption and pain.
Please, just think about it.
I just want to see him, Rebecca.
Can you give me Angie's address
so I can see him?
I really am sorry.
- Where's Parsons?
- I don't know. Not here.
I got her. Up here!
I got her!
There she is!
Jesus Christ, Libby!
What are you doing here?
Did you have a nice day
at the beach?
You've pissed me off, Parsons.
Angela Green.
The woman who's got your kid, right?
- Could we not talk, please, Lehman?
- All right.
Why'd she skip town?
With your husband who isn't dead
because you didn't kill him? Bullshit.
I chopped my husband into bits and
dumped him in the Pacific. Satisfied?
No! You were a lot closer to your kid
three days ago than you are today.
All you had to do was wait three
years. That's all. You fucking idiot.
I sat in prison for six years
and thought of nothing but my son.
Did I make the right choice?
I didn't have one. Fuck your curfew!
Who's that? Your daughter?
Is that a problem for you, Lehman?
I'm going up top.
Don't go anywhere.
Shit!
- Did you voluntarily give her a gun?
- Come on, what do you think?
Were you drinking?
It's been known to happen.
Any idea where she's gone?
Well, that's about all then.
There will be an investigation
into your actions today.
I wouldn't hold my breath about
the prospect of keeping yourjob.
Thanks a lot.
I sent your father off to the VFW.
He'll be playing gin for hours.
- Some things never change.
- He's not as bad as he used to be.
I'm glad for you, Momma.
I always said
there was good money in tomatoes.
- So, you're in the market for a BMW?
- Who isn't?
- They're the best.
- I decided it was time to trade up.
Why don't you check my credit
and see if I can finance this?
Great, just give me
your social security number.
20 Oriole Terrace,
Evergreen, Colorado?
20 Oriole Terrace,
Evergreen, Colorado, sure is.
- You said Green. This says Ryder.
- No, I said Ryder. Angela Ryder.
What about the car?
Fill this out and come back to me.
- How's tricks, Orbe?
- No way, no way, no way.
- I've been clean, Mr Travis.
- I believe you.
I need a search on Angela Green.
I got her social security number.
- I'm not allowed to give you that.
- I shouldn't have asked you that.
Does your employer know you
used to perform fellatio for a living,
and that you're out on parole?
You're required to tell him.
- You're looking good, Orbe.
- I know.
Honey, can you get that?
Hi.
- Who is it, Sam?
- Some lady.
- May I help you?
- Isn't this Angela Ryder's address?
I've never heard of her,
but we've just moved in.
Check with the woman next door,
she's been here 40 years.
- Excuse me.
- Whatever you're selling, I've got two.
I'm looking for my friend Angela
Ryder. She used to live next door.
I'm sorry to be the one to tell you,
but Angie died in the accident.
It was three or four years ago.
It was one of those awful things.
The gas stove was leaking.
The explosion
knocked out some of my windows.
- What about the boy?
- Matty? He's such a dear child.
He and Simon weren't there
when it happened. Poor Simon...
I've never seen anyone
so grief-stricken.
Help me out, kiddo.
It would really help if you could
remember what kind of car she drove.
It was an old truck.
- I don't know what year or make.
- What colour was it?
Kandinskys a bit out of our reach.
I have some Picasso lithographs.
No, it's Kandinsky I'm interested in.
Particularly his Blue Rider period.
Well, let's check Art Scan.
Kandinskys don't become available
too often, I'm afraid.
- Here's a lovely little Miro...
- It really needs to be Kandinsky.
Ah, here is a lovely
1922 Kandinsky lithograph...
- The 1911 is all that interests me.
- 1911...
Stop! There.
Yes, that's it.
I'm afraid it was sold to a museum
in Munich six months ago.
Can you find who sold it?
Perhaps they have more.
Yes, let's see.
If you'll excuse me a moment...
- Yes sir, can I help you?
- My name is Travis Lehman...
- She seemed so refined.
- What did she want in your gallery?
Can I help you?
- Is Jonathan Devereaux in?
- No, but he'll be back for the party.
- Is Matty here?
- I don't believe I know you, ma'am.
Maybe you'd like to leave a message?
It's a pleasure to have you with us,
Mrs Kritch.
- My suite has a view?
- A lovely view of the Mississippi.
- And I need a masseur.
- I'll send Jerome right up. Bruce...
1420, Mrs Kritch.
Hello.
Are you lost?
No, actually I'm found.
I just had an hour with Jerome.
Oh... I've heard that he's marvelous.
He's fabulous. I haven't felt this good
since the day my husband died.
I've got something for tonight,
but I think I need Armani.
- Yes, very good, Mrs..?
- Kritch. Suite 1420.
Of course.
I'll be charging it to my room.
Now, Mrs Kritch,
I would say that you are a size four?
- Two.
- Of course.
There's a guy waiting for you.
Did you catch that thing?
What did you use for bait?
I caught that big bucket-mouth
off an old lure my daddy left me.
Of course, buzz-bombs, poppers, jigs,
lots of things work in these waters.
- I'm Jim Mangold.
- Lehman, Washington Corrections.
What can I do for you?
Who's this?
- Somebody I'm looking for.
- Pretty girl.
She's very pretty,
for a convicted murderer.
She jumped parole on me.
- I'd love to be able to help you...
- Don't go to any trouble.
I came as a professional courtesy.
She's here to kill a prominent citizen.
How?
She'll probably use the.38 Special
she stole from me.
Roy Lee!
Get these in the works, now!
- Wherever did you find that wrap?
- The first lady asked the same thing.
- I wouldn't tell her, either.
- Invitations, sir?
- Good evening, ma'am.
- Good evening.
Good evening. We're delighted
you're with us this evening
on this very special occasion.
As is the custom in New Orleans,
since even before
the war of Northern aggression,
we offer the ladies our first bachelor
for the auctioning block.
Our host, Jonathan Devereaux!
Where is that man?
- Hey, Jonathan.
- Thank you, Louis.
You all having a good time?
Before you is a moderately
presentable man in his 30's,
given to unhealthy thoughts
and a dissipated lifestyle.
With, and this is what'll cost you
the really big money...
absolutely no
redeeming moral virtues.
- 500.
- My cuff links cost more than that.
Do I hear 1,000?
Thank you.
2,000.
Did I hear the charming Miss Monroe?
I was starting to worry.
- I thought maybe you didn't care.
- 2,500.
2,500. We have a new bidder.
3,000.
5,000.
5,500.
We have 5,500.
Will the lady take us to six?
$10,000.
At last, someone who knows
my true value.
Miss Monroe,
the bid is to you at $10,500.
He's yours. I know he isn't worth
that much, from personal experience.
Thank you, honey.
All right, going once...
going twice... sold!
The woman in the back.
$10,000.
Would you like to come forward
and claim your prize?
Hello, Nick.
Aren't you going to give me a kiss?
I think I've earned it.
I'll make this easy for you, Nick.
An offer you can't refuse.
- You used to love a good deal.
- Let's take this someplace private.
I remember what happened
the last time we were alone.
- I'm Suzanne Monroe.
- I'm Libby, I'm his wife.
Well, Jonathan! A minute ago
a bachelor, now you're married.
You don't waste any time.
You been in New Orleans long?
I'm just picking up my child.
I'll be leaving soon.
We're putting the past behind us.
Aren't we... Jonathan?
But how long were you fucking Angie
before you decided to get rid of me?
- Would you excuse us, please?
- Sure, go ahead.
Where is he, Nick?
You destroyed my life,
and I'll destroy yours, unless you
give me Matty. That's all I want.
Listen, let me explain something.
We were going to lose everything.
If I had guts, I'd have killed myself.
The insurance was to protect you.
So I'd be out of the picture,
and you and Matty would be okay.
I just never believed
they would convict you.
They did, Nick.
The thing with Angie happened later.
It was a nightmare. The worst
part of it was being away from you.
Is that why you killed her?
- That was an accident.
- Sorry, I'm not buying. It's bullshit.
- I will swear on the life of our son...
- Don't you fucking dare.
Keep your hotel, your fancy accent
and new name. Just give me Matty.
- I understand...
- Now. Give him to me now!
- I can't just leave here.
- Do you think I'm stupid?
- I won't let you slip away again.
- His school is far away. Be patient.
I've been patient for six years.
I want my child.
I'll call you tomorrow.
No screwing around.
- Excuse me. Where's Mr Devereaux?
- He's at the bar, sir.
I'm sorry.
Can I offer you a drink?
- No, thank you.
- Let me guess. Scotch and soda?
I'll have a diet Coke, please.
You're on the wagon.
$10 says I'm right.
- You've never seen her before?
- I'm positive.
She believes I'm her husband,
whom she killed?
- That's pretty far-fetched.
- She has a gun and she's after you.
- Thank you. I'll alert our security.
- You do that.
The cops
have been passing these out.
No reward. Screw 'em.
- They'll be in every hotel in town.
- So much for a good night's sleep.
Take this and get out of here.
Thanks a lot.
Let's go, Lehman.
We spotted your girl.
Where's the girl, Dilbert?
- What do you think you're doing?
- I thought you were somebody else.
- Have a good evening.
- I take it that ain't her?
Mr Lehman... come in.
- May I offer you a Cuban cigar?
- No, thanks.
As you can see,
I'm alive and kicking.
- What can I do for you?
- We spotted the Parsons woman.
She got away. I came by
to find out if you'd heard from her.
- Not a peep.
- Any idea why she's fixated on you?
The world's full of crazy people,
am I right?
Truer words were never spoken.
Those are nice pictures.
Did your kids do them?
No... Those pictures are by a
very great artist named Kandinsky.
But why do I think
you already knew that?
Excuse me for a second.
- This is a business call.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
That back door leads to the kitchen.
Have the chef fix you a New Orleans
breakfast. The eggs St. Jacques.
I have your card.
Good morning.
I hope you had a nice night.
I want you to bring Matty
to Lafayette Cemetery number three.
That's an odd choice for a reunion.
It's a big tourist place.
A lot of people around.
You're a smart girl.
I can have him there by four.
- Where's Matty?
- Relax. He's nervous.
I told him he could go play inside.
There he is.
Matty, come over here, son.
- I'll get him for you.
- No.
It's something I want to do.
Matty?
Matty?
Hey, kiddo...
Hey, Matty...
Matty...
Matty, it's Mommy.
You have to learn to relax.
Why are your panties in such a twist?
You ever arrest anybody
you thought was innocent?
Nope.
There's no information on Devereaux
that's over three years old.
So he changed his name. Lots of folks
do. It don't make them criminals.
- But I'm betting he's Nick Parsons.
- But you can't prove it.
- Hey, is that long distance?
- Bill me.
Lucy, this is Travis. Get the DMV to
fax me a Washington driver's licence.
Nicholas Parsons.
I'm at the New Orleans police station.
You better talk to Mr Carruthers.
His colon is twisted in a knot.
Give me that.
I've had to cover your office.
- I think Parsons was telling the truth.
- You're not a lawprofessornow.
You're barely a parole officer.
Stop playing Mission lmpossible.
All I need is a photograph
of Nicholas Parsons.
Come back today, because tomorrow
you go before the Commissioner.
Karl, I know I'm right.
Give me a chance, okay?
I'm asking you politely.
You send me that goddamn picture!
- It's not him.
- Sometimes we all want to believe.
We forget that 99.9% of the time,
life just flat don't work out.
- Thanks, I feel a lot better now.
- Any time.
Hold it right here.
It's over, Libby.
Oh, Travis...
Messages.
- Mr Devereaux?
- Mr Lehman...
- This is really not a good time.
- I understand.
A lot of people feel that way
about me, but I have good news.
Won't take long.
Well?
It turns out I owe you an apology.
After our last conversation, I thought
she was telling the truth about you.
So I asked the Washington State DMV
to send me
a driver's licence photograph
of Nicholas Parsons.
- And?
- And this is what came up.
Well, we all make mistakes.
There's no harm done.
Then it occurred to me what
a common name Nicholas Parsons is.
It turns out there were six.
And this...
...is number three.
I never liked that picture.
So you came here to make a deal.
Otherwise you'd have gone
to the police. What's your price?
A million dollars.
It's a nice, round figure.
- All right. But I need a few days.
- No. One million dollars right now.
It's nine o'clock at night.
I can't just...
Wait a minute. Wait!
I have $100,000 in the safe here.
You can have that now.
I'll get you the rest tomorrow.
You got a deal.
Mrs Parsons can still make a lot
of trouble for us, even from prison.
- I don't need that.
- I think I've solved that problem.
Let's just say the problem has been
buried. She's gone, I promise you.
You're not very good
at keeping promises.
- You going to do something?
- Me? She's the one with the gun.
They're tough in Louisiana. Shoot me,
and they'll give you the gas chamber.
No, they won't.
It's called double jeopardy.
I can shoot you in the middle of
Mardis Gras and they can't touch me.
As an ex-law professor,
I can assure you she's right.
Where's my son?
In St Alban's School, in Georgia.
You have your son back,
you got what you want.
I haven't felt that good in six years.
I want you to suffer like I suffered.
What she means is,
you're going to prison. For murder.
- Who did I supposedly murder?
- Me.
- All you have is an old fax photo.
- The motive.
Your wife, whom you had framed,
tracks you down, so you kill her.
- You won't get away with it.
- I think I've solved thatproblem.
Let'sjustsay the problem has been
buried. She's gone, lpromise you.
Taped confessions
are very persuasive in court.
Plus the physical evidence
we'll put in the car.
- Shovel, hair, my fingerprints, blood.
- And gasoline.
It'll look like you burned and buried
me, just like you said on the tape.
The prosecution rests.
You better get out of here.
You can't be around if the police
are arresting a guy for your murder.
Wait a minute. I'll take that gun.
- Well, Lehman, you gonna live?
- I doubt it.
Since you're still legally his wife,
you inherited a fine little hotel here.
Not interested.
- I guess I'm gonna take off now.
- No, you're not.
You're a parole violator.
You're going back with me to Seattle,
where I'll demand a full pardon,
and a parade,
and a little pink poodle, on a key-chain.
What are you waiting for?
Go on.
I don't know if I've ever been
so scared in my whole life.
I think a big part of me
never thought I'd really find him.
What if he doesn't recognise me?
Maybe after all this time...
Because of you I have lost a good
used car and a not-so-good job.
If you don't go to him right now,
I'll have you arrested... for stupidity.
Go on.
Thanks, Lehman. You saved my life.
You saved mine, too.
- Coach Matthews. How you doing?
- Nice to meet you.
It'll be half-time soon.
Matty...
Matty.
Hi.
Do you know who I am?
- They told me you were dead.
- No, sweetheart.
some fish soon. Help me wind.
Turn this one.
Slowly.
- Slowly.
- I am doing it slowly.
Oh Matty, look.
You see that big boat?
She is the prettiest boat on
Whidbey lsland. The "Morning Star".
Some day I'll teach you to sail.
It's the best thing there is.
- Better than fishing?
- Yep. But you know what, kiddo?
I don't think I want you to grow up.
What if you marry some beautiful girl?
- Who's going to sail with me then?
- Dad?
Not a chance.
- Nick, we need to talk.
- Always happy to talk to you, Rudy.
Hey, Warren.
- Get that notice from First Seattle?
- Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did.
Then you know we've got a problem.
First Seattle is not a problem.
These martinis are a problem.
Do you mind?
Where were we? First Seattle...
- Mommy.
- Hey, kiddo.
- How's it going?
- Hand-off.
He's a sack of potatoes.
You've carried him around the whole
party? We'll never marry you off.
Yes.
Picasso. Blue period.
The artist's name is Kandinsky.
Wassily Kandinsky.
German, of Russian extraction.
1866-1944.
By the way, Picasso's blue period
was figurative, and ended in 1904.
These watercolours are abstract,
done in 1911.
Picasso.
Everyone, pipe down.
I'm about to give a speech.
The sign of a good party is when I'm
having a better time than anyone else.
But now is the time you ante up, for
drinking my liquor, eating my food.
Spilling tomato sauce on my couch...
Bobby Long.
You didn't think I saw you?
- He is insufferable.
- The Small Frye School needs cash.
So while you're reaching
for your cheque-books...
I'm pleased to introduce Rebecca
Tingley, our ravishing headmistress.
Mr Parsons. Thank you.
I'd like to start by introducing
a few members of my valuable staff.
Our dedicated teacher, and head
of admissions, Miss Angela Green.
What are you thinking about?
- Was I always as rude as I am now?
- Absolutely.
Hi.
Come have a seat.
- Should we break the news to her?
- It's best she hears it from us.
- She's not going to be happy about it.
- What's up, guys?
Close your eyes. Close them.
Stand up.
- Libby, what is your favourite thing?
- Me?
Not even close.
All right, open.
I made Sean an offer.
He agreed to let us take her out for
the weekend. If you like it, it's yours.
If I like it?
- We can't afford it.
- Have I ever let that get in my way?
- What about Matty?
- I'll take care of him. It'll be great.
- You hate to sail.
- I can learn.
Generally, a wine like this
needs time to breathe.
I don't think we should... wait.
I don't see land.
So where is it?
Alaska's that way, Japan is straight
ahead, and Australia is off to the left.
- Where would you like to go?
- Bed.
That can be arranged.
- We should do this more often.
- What, buy expensive sailboats?
If this is what happens,
I'll buy you another one tomorrow.
No, go away, just the two of us,
with nobody else around.
I'll drink to that.
Nick?
Nick?
Oh, my God...
Nick?
Nick...?
Nick?
Nick?!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Nick?
This is the Coastguard.
Put the knife down and step away.
I... I don't know...
I don't know where my husband is.
Hey, Tom.
What have you got for me?
- Anything?
- No.
Cutter, please don't let them
give up. He's a very strong man.
The raft and life preservers
are all on board.
These guys tracked the wind,
the currents...
There's nothing.
The water temperature overnight
was 51 degrees.
That's really cold.
- I can't breathe.
- Just put your head down.
Deep breaths. Big breaths.
Mommy, look!
Hey, kiddo.
Hey, Bobby.
Hey, Libby.
Cutter asked me to come by
and talk to you.
Not as an attorney, just as a friend.
The inquest was held this morning.
Nick's officially been declared dead.
Libby, they determined it was
a wrongful death, and you...
Jesus... You're being
formally charged with his murder.
I'm here to advise you, make no
statements whatsoever to the sheriff.
I'm sorry, Libby.
Cutter!
Not in front of my kid, okay?
I'm sorry, Libby.
The judge denied us bail.
Can Angie keep looking after Matty?
Good.
Okay...
Let's take a look at this,
see what we can do.
Bobby, here's what I think happened.
I had some wine. And I fell asleep.
It must have been the sun.
Maybe Nick was trying to cut
a snagged line, because...
the knife from the galley
was on deck.
And maybe the boat pitched,
and he cut himself.
And he tried to come below
to wake me up.
I quit these when I met Nick.
It'll be all right. I promise you.
Why don't we take a look
at this First Guarantee Life?
You both bought insurance policies
from the company four months ago.
- And you are the beneficiary?
- I'm his wife.
- You know it's worth two million?
- He wanted everything to be okay.
I'm afraid the jury may see
the two million as a motive.
- Is that what they're saying out there?
- No one is saying...
That I killed Nick for money?
I know we had problems,
and Nick worried, but we were okay.
Two of his investors
were suing him for embezzlement.
First Seattle issued a lien on
all his properties, your possessions...
Nick's death erases these problems,
leaving you with two million dollars.
- Do you think I killed him?
- What lawyers think doesn't matter.
It matters to me.
No, of course,
I don't think you killed him.
What was the condition of the radio
when you had a chance to inspect it?
- The handset cord had been cut.
- And as you approached the boat,
- what did you see?
- Mrs Parsons was holding a knife.
I show you State's exhibit
number four.
Mayday, mayday,
this is "Morning Star".
- State your emergency.
- I've been stabbed.
I'm bleeding. Jesus...
My name is Nicholas Parsons.
- State your position?
- I don't know.
Three miles northwest of
Whidbey lsland, I guess.
Oh, God!
Mrs Parsons,
you've heard the testimony,
and your explanation is that someone
must have boarded the boat.
That's right.
Well, let's consider
all the possibilities.
Maybe a band of pirates. Or aliens.
Did aliens murder your husband?
No, aliens weren't beneficiaries in
your husband's life insurance.
- Objection. The prosecutor...
- Overruled.
- I told you what happened.
- You told us that you were asleep.
Maybe you were sleepwalking
when you stabbed him to death.
- This isn't a closing argument.
- Withdrawn.
I didn't kill my husband.
I loved my husband.
I did not kill my husband!
You have to believe me.
I'm sorry, Libby.
It's not your fault, Bobby.
I want to ask you something, Angie.
I'd like you to adopt my son.
- I can't do that. Not to you.
- I've thought it through.
I barely survived my parents' house.
I'm not going to put him there.
Money's no problem. The two million
is going into a trust fund in his name.
- It isn't about money.
- I know.
Matty loves you.
We can't let him become
a ward of the State.
Thank you.
Hey kiddo, come see me.
You're going to stay with Angie
for a while.
And you're going to have lots of fun.
I know you're going to be a good boy.
Yes, Mommy.
As soon as all this is over,
we'll be together again.
That's a promise, kiddo.
I love you.
I love you too.
- Who's this?
- Rich bitch from Whidbey lsland.
- She ain't gonna make it.
- What do you think? A year?
Five cartons says she offs herself
inside of six months.
- Get away from me.
- Take it easy. We're your friends.
Heard you did your husband.
He probably deserved it.
Mine did.
- I know what a pain it is to get here.
- I taught him how to say the ABC's.
- Is that true?
- Yes.
Did you learn the alphabet, sweetie?
Can you tell me?
A, B, C, D, E, F, G,
H, l, J, K, L, M, N, O, P,
Q, R, S, T, U, V,
W, X, Y and Z.
Now I know my ABC's
next time won't you sing with me
- Give it up. Come on.
- Get off the phone, bitch.
You're low on cigarettes. You wanna
make friends? Buy another pack fast.
'Cause your personality
ain't the best I've ever seen.
You're trying to reach your friend,
the one with your boy?
Yeah, I can't find him.
He disappeared.
If you could disappear that easy,
I wouldn't be here now.
Me either.
Think. Use your head.
There's got to be a way
to track him down.
- Small Frye School. Front office.
- Hello, this is Angela Green.
- Angie, it's Jennifer.
- It's nice to hear your voice.
I haven't got a severance cheque
in a while.
Do you have my correct address
and phone number?
- I'll check. Can you hold on a sec?
- Yes, of course. Thank you.
Yeah, I have itrighthere.
Tell me ifthis is right.
3321 Mason Street,
San Francisco 94105.
The phone numberis 415...
- Hello?
- Angie?
- Libby, I've tried to call you.
- Is Matty okay? Where is he?
- Everything is fine.
- Why are you in San Francisco?
- Puthim on the phone.
- Why are you acting this way?
You disappeared!
I haven't seen my son in a month!
- I was just about to call you.
- Bullshit!
- How can you move and not tell me?
- We were coming next week.
Just put Matty on the phone.
Matty, it's Mommy. Come say hi.
- Hi, Mommy.
- Hello, sweetie-pie.
How are you, Matty?
I think about you all the time. I miss
you so much. Are you doing okay?
I love you.
I know this has been really hard,
but Angie's going to bring you
up to see me next week.
Yes, Mommy...
Daddy!
Nick?
He was in San Francisco last night.
The number is already disconnected.
No, I don't have
a forwarding address. He's gone.
Don't you have investigators? Doesn't
your company want its two million?
Why aren't you listening to me?
I am innocent.
Put some elbow grease into it.
No one wants burnt tapioca.
- Does it smell like it's burning?
- You got shit for brains, girl.
You're in prison.
Do you get that?
So you can forget about re-opening
your case, or a jailhouse appeal.
They take years,
and they're 95% unsuccessful.
So if you want my advice, and you're
gonna get it, you do your time.
What are you now, a lawyer?
Once upon a time.
But they tend to disbar murderers.
Here's your Christmas present...
Pay attention, this is the best advice
you're ever gonna get.
You ever hear of something called
double jeopardy?
It provides that no person may be
tried for the same crime twice.
They say you killed your husband.
They can't convict you a second time.
When you leave, track him down.
When you find him, you can kill him.
You can walk right up to him, put
a gun to his head and pull the trigger.
And there's nothing
anybody can do about it.
Makes you feel
warm and tingly all over, don't it?
That's right, keep stirring.
I got to hand it to you, honey,
it's sheer hate driving you on.
The only way you'll look like that
is if I staple the picture to your head.
Mattys eighth birthday, honey.
I read that even if a child is
separated from its mother at birth,
it never forgets her voice.
You think that's true?
Of course I do.
- "l've grown these past six years."
- They don't want you to be a tree.
Repeat after me: "If I could trade
places with my husband, I would."
And throw in
that born-again Jesus stuff.
Start with this: "l'm not sitting
in front of you to make excuses..."
I'm not sitting in front of you today
to try and make any excuses.
I killed my husband.
I've lived with that for six years.
But I'm a changed person.
Why should we believe you?
I can't ask you to believe me.
All I can do is believe in myself.
I know that, if I'm given a chance,
I can do something good with my life.
Make up for the wrong I did.
Mommy, talk to me.
Man, did you see that?
...if the people who did that
showed up here...
- The man's across the hall.
- Thanks.
Let's imagine that...
Come in.
- I'm Elizabeth Parsons.
- What do you have in that box?
Elizabeth Parsons...
The state of Washington
has granted you a conditional parole.
For three years, no fighting,
no fornicating, no drinking or drugs.
- No exceptions. Do you understand?
- Yes.
This is your social security card.
You will find sustained employment.
You're not to carry a weapon
of any kind, especially a knife.
Curfew's at 8:30.
My cell-phone number. If there's a
chance you'll be five minutes late,
you will call me.
I will have you picked up.
If you violate these conditions,
your parole will be revoked by me.
You'll return to prison to serve
the remainder of your sentence.
- Is this a problem for you?
- No.
- Yes, it is. Want to tell me about it?
- No.
- I'm gonna have trouble with you.
- No, I learned my lesson...
I'm only interested in your behaviour.
Behave yourself. You're in room 8.
You're never going to get anywhere
like that. Here...
Nice shampoo...
What are you looking for?
A friend I haven't seen in a few years.
Boyfriend...?
- Girl.
- In that case, I'll help you.
- Does your friend have e-mail?
- I have no idea.
Okay, let's do some surfing.
What's your friend's name?
- Angela Green.
- Zip code?
Social security number? We can run
a credit report and get her address.
- She was a schoolteacher.
- Done deal.
And... voil.
Maybe when this thing
is finished searching
we could go to this bar I know
and get a drink.
- What do you say?
- After I check with my parole officer.
- You've been to jail?
- Prison. Jail is a different thing.
What did you do,
not pay your parking tickets?
I was convicted
of murdering my husband.
- You're kidding, right?
- No, I'm not.
Sliced and diced.
Can you believe that?
- You're not kidding.
- No, I said I wasn't.
But it'd be nice to have a drink.
I haven't been out in a long time.
- I have this appointment...
- See you.
See you.
Oh, the book. See you.
Oh, my God.
So he takes me out for dinner
and feeds me escargot. Snails!
Anyway, the moment I go to bed
with him, the asshole dumps me.
- You dick-sticking fuck!
- You insult me byraisingyour voice.
I don't like being called dirty names.
- Don't do this to me.
- Where were you this afternoon?
- You were on Pike St. in hot pants.
- I was on my way to work!
You haven't been to work in a week.
Get your stuff.
I'm sorry. I won't ever
do that shit again. I promise that.
You blew off your parole,
you're going back. It's that simple.
- You dirty cocksucker!
- You've got a dirty mouth, Ruby.
I just want one chance!
God damn you, you motherfucker!
You mean fucker! You send me
back there and they'll kill me!
Fucking asshole!
Show's over. Go to sleep.
- Am I a mean son of a bitch?
- She could get a second chance.
There are no second chances.
This is the last-chance house.
- What's wrong with that guy?
- He used to be a college something.
- A law teacher.
- How can a law professor end here?
- Life's a bitch.
- He got a DUI and totalled his car.
- He totalled his wife and daughter.
- Nobody got killed.
When his wife got done with him,
he wished he had. She took it all.
Including the kid.
He hasn't seen his girl in years.
- Libby, it's wrong of you to be here.
- I'm sorry, but you're my only hope.
Sharon, put that down, please.
- Libby, I'm sorry, I can't.
- I want to find my son.
Mattys had six years with Angie.
Think about it. Six years.
Benjamin, that's a great sandcastle.
If you come back into his life now,
it'll cause more disruption and pain.
Please, just think about it.
I just want to see him, Rebecca.
Can you give me Angie's address
so I can see him?
I really am sorry.
- Where's Parsons?
- I don't know. Not here.
I got her. Up here!
I got her!
There she is!
Jesus Christ, Libby!
What are you doing here?
Did you have a nice day
at the beach?
You've pissed me off, Parsons.
Angela Green.
The woman who's got your kid, right?
- Could we not talk, please, Lehman?
- All right.
Why'd she skip town?
With your husband who isn't dead
because you didn't kill him? Bullshit.
I chopped my husband into bits and
dumped him in the Pacific. Satisfied?
No! You were a lot closer to your kid
three days ago than you are today.
All you had to do was wait three
years. That's all. You fucking idiot.
I sat in prison for six years
and thought of nothing but my son.
Did I make the right choice?
I didn't have one. Fuck your curfew!
Who's that? Your daughter?
Is that a problem for you, Lehman?
I'm going up top.
Don't go anywhere.
Shit!
- Did you voluntarily give her a gun?
- Come on, what do you think?
Were you drinking?
It's been known to happen.
Any idea where she's gone?
Well, that's about all then.
There will be an investigation
into your actions today.
I wouldn't hold my breath about
the prospect of keeping yourjob.
Thanks a lot.
I sent your father off to the VFW.
He'll be playing gin for hours.
- Some things never change.
- He's not as bad as he used to be.
I'm glad for you, Momma.
I always said
there was good money in tomatoes.
- So, you're in the market for a BMW?
- Who isn't?
- They're the best.
- I decided it was time to trade up.
Why don't you check my credit
and see if I can finance this?
Great, just give me
your social security number.
20 Oriole Terrace,
Evergreen, Colorado?
20 Oriole Terrace,
Evergreen, Colorado, sure is.
- You said Green. This says Ryder.
- No, I said Ryder. Angela Ryder.
What about the car?
Fill this out and come back to me.
- How's tricks, Orbe?
- No way, no way, no way.
- I've been clean, Mr Travis.
- I believe you.
I need a search on Angela Green.
I got her social security number.
- I'm not allowed to give you that.
- I shouldn't have asked you that.
Does your employer know you
used to perform fellatio for a living,
and that you're out on parole?
You're required to tell him.
- You're looking good, Orbe.
- I know.
Honey, can you get that?
Hi.
- Who is it, Sam?
- Some lady.
- May I help you?
- Isn't this Angela Ryder's address?
I've never heard of her,
but we've just moved in.
Check with the woman next door,
she's been here 40 years.
- Excuse me.
- Whatever you're selling, I've got two.
I'm looking for my friend Angela
Ryder. She used to live next door.
I'm sorry to be the one to tell you,
but Angie died in the accident.
It was three or four years ago.
It was one of those awful things.
The gas stove was leaking.
The explosion
knocked out some of my windows.
- What about the boy?
- Matty? He's such a dear child.
He and Simon weren't there
when it happened. Poor Simon...
I've never seen anyone
so grief-stricken.
Help me out, kiddo.
It would really help if you could
remember what kind of car she drove.
It was an old truck.
- I don't know what year or make.
- What colour was it?
Kandinskys a bit out of our reach.
I have some Picasso lithographs.
No, it's Kandinsky I'm interested in.
Particularly his Blue Rider period.
Well, let's check Art Scan.
Kandinskys don't become available
too often, I'm afraid.
- Here's a lovely little Miro...
- It really needs to be Kandinsky.
Ah, here is a lovely
1922 Kandinsky lithograph...
- The 1911 is all that interests me.
- 1911...
Stop! There.
Yes, that's it.
I'm afraid it was sold to a museum
in Munich six months ago.
Can you find who sold it?
Perhaps they have more.
Yes, let's see.
If you'll excuse me a moment...
- Yes sir, can I help you?
- My name is Travis Lehman...
- She seemed so refined.
- What did she want in your gallery?
Can I help you?
- Is Jonathan Devereaux in?
- No, but he'll be back for the party.
- Is Matty here?
- I don't believe I know you, ma'am.
Maybe you'd like to leave a message?
It's a pleasure to have you with us,
Mrs Kritch.
- My suite has a view?
- A lovely view of the Mississippi.
- And I need a masseur.
- I'll send Jerome right up. Bruce...
1420, Mrs Kritch.
Hello.
Are you lost?
No, actually I'm found.
I just had an hour with Jerome.
Oh... I've heard that he's marvelous.
He's fabulous. I haven't felt this good
since the day my husband died.
I've got something for tonight,
but I think I need Armani.
- Yes, very good, Mrs..?
- Kritch. Suite 1420.
Of course.
I'll be charging it to my room.
Now, Mrs Kritch,
I would say that you are a size four?
- Two.
- Of course.
There's a guy waiting for you.
Did you catch that thing?
What did you use for bait?
I caught that big bucket-mouth
off an old lure my daddy left me.
Of course, buzz-bombs, poppers, jigs,
lots of things work in these waters.
- I'm Jim Mangold.
- Lehman, Washington Corrections.
What can I do for you?
Who's this?
- Somebody I'm looking for.
- Pretty girl.
She's very pretty,
for a convicted murderer.
She jumped parole on me.
- I'd love to be able to help you...
- Don't go to any trouble.
I came as a professional courtesy.
She's here to kill a prominent citizen.
How?
She'll probably use the.38 Special
she stole from me.
Roy Lee!
Get these in the works, now!
- Wherever did you find that wrap?
- The first lady asked the same thing.
- I wouldn't tell her, either.
- Invitations, sir?
- Good evening, ma'am.
- Good evening.
Good evening. We're delighted
you're with us this evening
on this very special occasion.
As is the custom in New Orleans,
since even before
the war of Northern aggression,
we offer the ladies our first bachelor
for the auctioning block.
Our host, Jonathan Devereaux!
Where is that man?
- Hey, Jonathan.
- Thank you, Louis.
You all having a good time?
Before you is a moderately
presentable man in his 30's,
given to unhealthy thoughts
and a dissipated lifestyle.
With, and this is what'll cost you
the really big money...
absolutely no
redeeming moral virtues.
- 500.
- My cuff links cost more than that.
Do I hear 1,000?
Thank you.
2,000.
Did I hear the charming Miss Monroe?
I was starting to worry.
- I thought maybe you didn't care.
- 2,500.
2,500. We have a new bidder.
3,000.
5,000.
5,500.
We have 5,500.
Will the lady take us to six?
$10,000.
At last, someone who knows
my true value.
Miss Monroe,
the bid is to you at $10,500.
He's yours. I know he isn't worth
that much, from personal experience.
Thank you, honey.
All right, going once...
going twice... sold!
The woman in the back.
$10,000.
Would you like to come forward
and claim your prize?
Hello, Nick.
Aren't you going to give me a kiss?
I think I've earned it.
I'll make this easy for you, Nick.
An offer you can't refuse.
- You used to love a good deal.
- Let's take this someplace private.
I remember what happened
the last time we were alone.
- I'm Suzanne Monroe.
- I'm Libby, I'm his wife.
Well, Jonathan! A minute ago
a bachelor, now you're married.
You don't waste any time.
You been in New Orleans long?
I'm just picking up my child.
I'll be leaving soon.
We're putting the past behind us.
Aren't we... Jonathan?
But how long were you fucking Angie
before you decided to get rid of me?
- Would you excuse us, please?
- Sure, go ahead.
Where is he, Nick?
You destroyed my life,
and I'll destroy yours, unless you
give me Matty. That's all I want.
Listen, let me explain something.
We were going to lose everything.
If I had guts, I'd have killed myself.
The insurance was to protect you.
So I'd be out of the picture,
and you and Matty would be okay.
I just never believed
they would convict you.
They did, Nick.
The thing with Angie happened later.
It was a nightmare. The worst
part of it was being away from you.
Is that why you killed her?
- That was an accident.
- Sorry, I'm not buying. It's bullshit.
- I will swear on the life of our son...
- Don't you fucking dare.
Keep your hotel, your fancy accent
and new name. Just give me Matty.
- I understand...
- Now. Give him to me now!
- I can't just leave here.
- Do you think I'm stupid?
- I won't let you slip away again.
- His school is far away. Be patient.
I've been patient for six years.
I want my child.
I'll call you tomorrow.
No screwing around.
- Excuse me. Where's Mr Devereaux?
- He's at the bar, sir.
I'm sorry.
Can I offer you a drink?
- No, thank you.
- Let me guess. Scotch and soda?
I'll have a diet Coke, please.
You're on the wagon.
$10 says I'm right.
- You've never seen her before?
- I'm positive.
She believes I'm her husband,
whom she killed?
- That's pretty far-fetched.
- She has a gun and she's after you.
- Thank you. I'll alert our security.
- You do that.
The cops
have been passing these out.
No reward. Screw 'em.
- They'll be in every hotel in town.
- So much for a good night's sleep.
Take this and get out of here.
Thanks a lot.
Let's go, Lehman.
We spotted your girl.
Where's the girl, Dilbert?
- What do you think you're doing?
- I thought you were somebody else.
- Have a good evening.
- I take it that ain't her?
Mr Lehman... come in.
- May I offer you a Cuban cigar?
- No, thanks.
As you can see,
I'm alive and kicking.
- What can I do for you?
- We spotted the Parsons woman.
She got away. I came by
to find out if you'd heard from her.
- Not a peep.
- Any idea why she's fixated on you?
The world's full of crazy people,
am I right?
Truer words were never spoken.
Those are nice pictures.
Did your kids do them?
No... Those pictures are by a
very great artist named Kandinsky.
But why do I think
you already knew that?
Excuse me for a second.
- This is a business call.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
That back door leads to the kitchen.
Have the chef fix you a New Orleans
breakfast. The eggs St. Jacques.
I have your card.
Good morning.
I hope you had a nice night.
I want you to bring Matty
to Lafayette Cemetery number three.
That's an odd choice for a reunion.
It's a big tourist place.
A lot of people around.
You're a smart girl.
I can have him there by four.
- Where's Matty?
- Relax. He's nervous.
I told him he could go play inside.
There he is.
Matty, come over here, son.
- I'll get him for you.
- No.
It's something I want to do.
Matty?
Matty?
Hey, kiddo...
Hey, Matty...
Matty...
Matty, it's Mommy.
You have to learn to relax.
Why are your panties in such a twist?
You ever arrest anybody
you thought was innocent?
Nope.
There's no information on Devereaux
that's over three years old.
So he changed his name. Lots of folks
do. It don't make them criminals.
- But I'm betting he's Nick Parsons.
- But you can't prove it.
- Hey, is that long distance?
- Bill me.
Lucy, this is Travis. Get the DMV to
fax me a Washington driver's licence.
Nicholas Parsons.
I'm at the New Orleans police station.
You better talk to Mr Carruthers.
His colon is twisted in a knot.
Give me that.
I've had to cover your office.
- I think Parsons was telling the truth.
- You're not a lawprofessornow.
You're barely a parole officer.
Stop playing Mission lmpossible.
All I need is a photograph
of Nicholas Parsons.
Come back today, because tomorrow
you go before the Commissioner.
Karl, I know I'm right.
Give me a chance, okay?
I'm asking you politely.
You send me that goddamn picture!
- It's not him.
- Sometimes we all want to believe.
We forget that 99.9% of the time,
life just flat don't work out.
- Thanks, I feel a lot better now.
- Any time.
Hold it right here.
It's over, Libby.
Oh, Travis...
Messages.
- Mr Devereaux?
- Mr Lehman...
- This is really not a good time.
- I understand.
A lot of people feel that way
about me, but I have good news.
Won't take long.
Well?
It turns out I owe you an apology.
After our last conversation, I thought
she was telling the truth about you.
So I asked the Washington State DMV
to send me
a driver's licence photograph
of Nicholas Parsons.
- And?
- And this is what came up.
Well, we all make mistakes.
There's no harm done.
Then it occurred to me what
a common name Nicholas Parsons is.
It turns out there were six.
And this...
...is number three.
I never liked that picture.
So you came here to make a deal.
Otherwise you'd have gone
to the police. What's your price?
A million dollars.
It's a nice, round figure.
- All right. But I need a few days.
- No. One million dollars right now.
It's nine o'clock at night.
I can't just...
Wait a minute. Wait!
I have $100,000 in the safe here.
You can have that now.
I'll get you the rest tomorrow.
You got a deal.
Mrs Parsons can still make a lot
of trouble for us, even from prison.
- I don't need that.
- I think I've solved that problem.
Let's just say the problem has been
buried. She's gone, I promise you.
You're not very good
at keeping promises.
- You going to do something?
- Me? She's the one with the gun.
They're tough in Louisiana. Shoot me,
and they'll give you the gas chamber.
No, they won't.
It's called double jeopardy.
I can shoot you in the middle of
Mardis Gras and they can't touch me.
As an ex-law professor,
I can assure you she's right.
Where's my son?
In St Alban's School, in Georgia.
You have your son back,
you got what you want.
I haven't felt that good in six years.
I want you to suffer like I suffered.
What she means is,
you're going to prison. For murder.
- Who did I supposedly murder?
- Me.
- All you have is an old fax photo.
- The motive.
Your wife, whom you had framed,
tracks you down, so you kill her.
- You won't get away with it.
- I think I've solved thatproblem.
Let'sjustsay the problem has been
buried. She's gone, lpromise you.
Taped confessions
are very persuasive in court.
Plus the physical evidence
we'll put in the car.
- Shovel, hair, my fingerprints, blood.
- And gasoline.
It'll look like you burned and buried
me, just like you said on the tape.
The prosecution rests.
You better get out of here.
You can't be around if the police
are arresting a guy for your murder.
Wait a minute. I'll take that gun.
- Well, Lehman, you gonna live?
- I doubt it.
Since you're still legally his wife,
you inherited a fine little hotel here.
Not interested.
- I guess I'm gonna take off now.
- No, you're not.
You're a parole violator.
You're going back with me to Seattle,
where I'll demand a full pardon,
and a parade,
and a little pink poodle, on a key-chain.
What are you waiting for?
Go on.
I don't know if I've ever been
so scared in my whole life.
I think a big part of me
never thought I'd really find him.
What if he doesn't recognise me?
Maybe after all this time...
Because of you I have lost a good
used car and a not-so-good job.
If you don't go to him right now,
I'll have you arrested... for stupidity.
Go on.
Thanks, Lehman. You saved my life.
You saved mine, too.
- Coach Matthews. How you doing?
- Nice to meet you.
It'll be half-time soon.
Matty...
Matty.
Hi.
Do you know who I am?
- They told me you were dead.
- No, sweetheart.