Femme Fatales (2011) s02e10 Episode Script

3 It's Susan.
I've--I gotta take this.
Hey, honey.
Yeah, I-- I'm at the office.
No, I--Mr.
Burke needed me to-- yeah.
Yeah, okay.
Okay.
All right, home in an hour, then.
You--too.
Bye.
Sorry, I gotta-- Yeah, I--I heard you.
I'm sorry about this.
I really am.
I'm gonna tell her.
Okay? It's just Not easy.
I know.
You're an assistant district attorney.
You're a public figure.
I know.
I've heard it all.
I'm gonna tell her this weekend, I promise you.
It's just that there's-- there's something that is-- - What? You can tell me anything.
There's something going on at work.
Something's happening.
And it's gonna change everything for a lotta people.
For us.
For a ton of people.
What're you saying? Listen.
We're gonna be together.
Okay? I'm gonna tell Susan.
I'm gonna look her in the eye, and I'm gonna say, "Honey, we had a good run, but it's over now.
" Okay? Okay.
- Okay.
- Drive carefully.
I'll see you tomorrow night.
I've got my eye on you I've got my eye on you and hooked, dear, too you're foolin' around's gettin' blood on my shoes oh ooh ah, oh oh, oh ooh ah, oh I've set my sights on you I've set my sights on you I've set my sights on you got an alibi, too so don't look around I've got nothing to lose ooh, ah, oh oh, oh ooh, ah, oh oh, oh ooh, ah, oh ooh, ah, oh oh, oh ooh, ah, oh Todd Voight is a very lucky man.
Successful, handsome, and loved by two beautiful women.
But tonight his luck runs out.
He leaves two women mourning his death and discovering his secrets.
All of his secrets.
Mrs.
Voight? Yes.
I have some bad news.
It's about your husband.
There's been a car accident on the canyon, and your husband apparently lost control of his car.
By the time we got there his car was on fire.
Susan I just wanted to say that if I can do anything for you I mean, please know that you can come to me any time for anything.
He was a great public servant.
And he's gonna be sorely missed.
Bob, you can cut the "Robert Burke, defender of the public" act, okay? The TV cameras already left.
I'm sorry, do I know you? But you know Todd.
Yes.
I knew your husband.
I need to talk to you.
Then talk.
Not now.
Later.
Oh, thank you.
Suppose you better come in.
I'm guessing your name is Janelle.
How did you know my name? A year ago I found lingerie.
Gift-wrapped in Todd's car.
The card said Janelle.
He said the clerk at the store must've made a mistake.
Gave me the lingerie.
It didn't fit.
Todd pretended not to notice.
So tell me.
How long was it going on? Two years.
It wasn't what you think.
I loved him.
I really, honestly loved him.
You don't get to use that word! Love? No! I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say to you! Just get the fuck out.
Get outta my house! - It was an--it was an accident! - Get the fuck out! Todd was murdered! I can't believe you had the audacity to come to the funeral.
With all those people, all his friends.
I know.
I know.
I'm so sorry.
I had no choice.
I had to come here.
You're the only person that can help me.
Why would I help you? Todd.
He was murdered.
And I'm going to find out who did it and why.
And for that You need my help.
He was living two separate lives.
And I only know about one of them.
The one where he hooked up with the waitress at the sleazy bar? The night he died, I heard him-- you were with him that night? So when I called him Ugh Just--go on.
Something was going on at work.
And the weeks before, he was acting-- Nervous and scared.
I know.
Paranoid.
And he started talking in-- in his sleep.
- With you too? - Yup.
He was murdered.
We have to think.
We have to-- - I don't-- - What else? I mean, what else did we see or hear? Or something we missed.
Some clues.
There was a man calling him.
Uh, he'd jump every time his phone rang.
A few weeks ago I got to the phone first 'cause he was in the shower.
The caller I.
D.
said, um, "Hallenback," or-- Joe Hallenback.
You know him? He comes into the bar sometimes.
He's a real sleazebag.
He's a private detective.
One night, I saw him talking to Todd.
Todd gave him an envelope full of cash.
Do you know where we can find him? No.
But I can ask around.
You do that.
Let me know.
Was Todd gonna leave me? No.
He loved you too much.
Excuse me.
Mr.
Hallenback.
Oh, shit! I need to talk to you.
No, busy--wait--oh! Wait--you're a lover, not a fighter! Your wife--sh-- she never has to see the photos.
I'll lose 'em.
Promise.
They're gone.
Like I said.
We need to talk.
We know Todd hired you.
The question is why.
I quit workin' for Todd once I found out the shit he was tryin' to get me into.
What do you mean? Ladies, do I look like a hero? I told Todd he wasn't payin' enough for how deep his fuckin' rabbit hole went.
And now he's dead.
Which is tragic and all.
But kinda proves my point.
Whatever Todd was paying you, I'll double it.
Even money's not worth it if you ain't alive to spend it.
We are done asking nicely.
Since you put it like that, you ladies ever heard of a Mr.
Ryan? He's a--a gangster, a killer.
Besides, wasn't he just murdered? He owned most of Cuesta Verde.
Real estate and people.
Now every two-bit gangster in town is trying to pick up his territory.
You remember the trial last year, right? The D.
A.
's office indicted him on 12 counts of grand larceny.
Millions of dollars of taxpayers' money went to his construction firm to build V.
A.
hospitals.
He built the cheapest, shoddiest buildings in the entire state.
Charged way over the odds, pocketed the difference.
All right.
What does this have to do with Todd? He didn't even work on that case.
Nobody worked on that case.
Not really.
It was rigged to fail.
Just like Mr.
Ryan wanted.
So? Todd wanted to know why his office screwed up so badly.
He hired me to check it out.
I know a lot of the ladies that know a lot of the attorneys.
Y'know? Anyways, I was, uh-- I was checkin' it out when I-- I started gettin' this weird feelin' that I was being followed.
I got this sixth sense for it now, y'know? Yeah.
I noticed.
So who was following you? His name's Vukovich.
Russian ex-KGB.
He, uh, came over here after the Cold War.
He went into the private sector.
As what? As a fuckin' pastry chef.
What d'you think? A hired gun.
A hit man.
So this guy Vukovich killed Todd.
Where can we find him? Are you nuts? You don't find a man like Vukovich.
He finds you.
Besides Vukovich is just the bullet.
You ladies want the guy pointing the gun, right? And who would that be? Robert Burke.
The D.
A.
Todd wanted me to find a couple of guys to break into Burke's house to get to the safe in his study.
Said there was evidence there that could put Burke and his bosses away for the rest of their naturals.
Great.
How're we supposed to break into his safe? You don't have to.
Todd broke into Burke's files, and he-- he got the combination.
Which I would be happy to share with you, of course.
Look, ladies.
Could I go home? I mean, I-- I gotta fuck up the marriage of a-- a guy that busted my nose, okay? Go.
Revenge is sweet, right? Aah! Oh, Vukovich! No! No, Vukovich! You're not that lucky.
See, Vukovich-- he would just kill you.
No fuss, no mess.
Now, he's a pro.
Me? Well I'm more of an enthusiastic amateur, really.
No! Noo! I just heard from a cop who drinks in the bar that they found Hallenback's body this morning.
Two people are dead.
This is dangerous.
You're giving up.
No.
I have to keep going.
I have no choice.
Even if it gets you killed? I am going after Robert Burke.
- Okay.
Put these on.
- Okay.
I can distract Burke.
At the wake he told me to come see him any time, so no big deal.
Plus-- Last year at a golf tournament, he made a pass at me, anyway.
Hm.
I never told Todd.
I'll make sure that the side door is unlocked.
And I'll keep Burke busy.
Perfect.
You keep him busy, and I will get into that safe.
Hi.
I'm sor-- I know it's late.
I'm sorry.
- No, please, come in.
- Thanks.
I'm sorry.
Oh, don't be silly.
I told you, call me any time.
For anything.
Robert, the house is so lonely without Todd.
- I know.
- I just walk around, and I understand.
I miss him too.
I really do.
You ever heard of Greyfriars Bobby? He was a dog in Scotland.
Early 1900s.
A terrier, I believe.
His master died, and this little dog went to the graveyard and sat on his master's grave.
People come by, and--and they see this sad, little dog, and they feel sorry for him, and they feed him treats.
But this loyal, sad, little dog never left.
Spent the rest of his life years by his master's side.
See, I can appreciate that kind of loyalty.
In a dog.
But you? You're just supposed to be smarter.
Fuck you.
No, no.
That's my job.
We already shared one man.
Let's not make it a habit.
I told you Robert made a pass at me last year at that golf tournament.
Mm, I suppose I should've mentioned that we've been lovers ever since, hmm? Oh, fuck-- Fuck Oh! Oh, fuck Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh oh It was only a matter of time.
She found someone else.
Someone who didn't bore me.
Acting like a crusader for justice.
Do you think that I paid Todd's way through law school to live on a salary of an assistant D.
A.
, Janelle? Come on.
Do you have any idea how much Mr.
Ryan paid me to make this trial go away? Do you? Huh? Todd starts snoopin' around.
Sticks his nose where it doesn't belong.
But then I saw a chance.
To get him out of our way.
It's time to make a call.
Vukovich is waiting.
Hmm.
Hey, honey.
Yeah, I-- I'm at the office.
Can you come home now? Yeah.
Yeah, okay.
I need you, honey, I'm waiting.
All right.
Home in an hour, then.
I love you.
You too.
Bye.
I better go.
It'll look better if I'm there when the police come to give me the tragic news.
And then you showed up at the wake.
Surprised us, really.
Mm.
You thought he was murdered? It made us nervous.
It really did.
We were gonna kill you.
But then we saw the opportunity, obviously.
We didn't know how many people Todd had told.
But we knew from Vukovich that Todd hired a private detective.
So you used me to find Hallenback.
Oh, that's good.
That is so good.
But you were delightfully useful.
Delightfully.
And very-- oh, very persistent.
But-- It ends.
Now.
As you can see, we made preparations.
You-- you can't imagine how hard it is to get a stain out of this rug.
Goodbye, Greyfriars Bobby.
Oh! Hello, Susan.
Janelle.
Wow, this should probably feel a little more awkward.
I don't understand.
Well, your man Vukovich, I'm sure, was deadly with a gun, but couldn't drive worth shit.
The body-- there was a body in the wreck.
Vukovich told me his name right before he started begging me to let him live.
Was a tough guy, really.
Anyway, I just figured since I was dead, it would give me a whole new perspective on my live.
I had to wreck my beloved car, put Vukovich's body into it.
Since I've been dead, watching you has been amazing, Janelle.
Watching you, Susan, too, has been amazing.
Just in a totally different way.
So what happens now? Well, we'll let the police figure out the details.
But there is one thing I want to say.
Something I shoulda said a long time ago.
Honey We had a good run.
But it's over now.
Bitch.
She was a criminal gold digger, go figure I thought that she loved me but my crisp bills were her thrills I thought that she loved me but my crisp bills were her thrills heartache fast break I got more money than the average queen I know it's mean, but I use 'em and leave 'em I never met a bill couldn't be mine keep it on the down-low diggin' in his pockets she's gonna get-- gonna get what she wanted keep it on the down-low diggin' in his pockets she's gonna get-- gonna get what she wanted she was a criminal gold digger, go figure I thought that she loved me but my crisp bills were her thrills Kill, Ubu, kill! Good fish.