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nealon: why don't you take
my seat, mrs. kellogg?

right here?

yes.

if it's too cold for you,
mrs. kellogg

we'll close the window.

no, it's all right.
i'm fine, thank you.

woods: ready?

let's get started.

we're here speaking
with cynthia kellogg

who has come forward
voluntarily to
give information

in the case regarding
james urbanski.

in attendance are
detective john woods

and myself,
detective linda nealon.

i have to inform you
of your rights.

you have the right
to remain silent.

if you give up that right,
anything you say

can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

you have the right to
the presence of an attorney.

i don't need an attorney.

i didn't do anything that
i should need an attorney.

nealon: this is your right.

if at any time you wish
to have an attorney present

you may.

i'm just anxious
to get on with this.

do you understand
everything i've said to you?

yes, i do.

when was the first time you
noticed problems or tension

in the urbanski marriage?

that i can remember...

the wedding.

that's good, fellas.

how are you doing?

how are you?

hey, dominic.

how are you?

nice to see you.

congratulations, dom.

harry,
you're looking great.

hey, what do you got?

give us a couple more drinks
here, bob.

coming up.

i was more nervous
than i thought i'd be.

i forgot to do my left hand.

you'll have your gloves on.

i messed up those words
during the ceremony.

everyone messes up.

remember my wedding?

i forgot everything.

your wedding was great,
except your husband
is such a...

what groom sells tools
at his own wedding?

let me get my comb.

you've got to move quickly.

the condo is the future.

if you want to go co-op,
i can help with that too.

i could never tell
the difference.

with a condo,
you own outright.

it's not that complicated.

what?

excuse me.

i need the purse.

do you have
to talk business?

i mean,
this is a wedding.

cynthia, that's the best time.

social occasions.

how do you think
people get rich?

rich?

that's joyce's cousin, bobby.

he doesn't even have a job.

dominic, the purse.

thanks, hon.

i'm going to check
with the photographer.

okay.

angie.

photographer:
let's have a group shot
of the bridesmaids.

just the bridesmaids, please.

joyce, come here.

come here.

what?

where's the purse?

i gave it to my father.

since when do you trust
your father?

he paid for
the fucking wedding.

go get the purse.

no.

go get the purse!

my sister paid
for this dress.

come on, it's family.

whose family you in?

get out of here,
bonehead.

who invited you, anyway?

i'm telling you nicely,
go get the purse.

they're lowlifes.

they embarrassed you,
they embarrassed me.

you've got your whole
fucking life to fight.

let's get a drink.

get me a v.o. and soda.

daddy.

hiya, hon,
what's the matter?

give me the purse.

i'll take care of it.

he's going to break my neck.

give me the purse.

he'll break your neck?

just relax, daddy.

you look beautiful, anyway.

cut, cut, cut.

there's
the fucking purse.
you happy now?

it doesn't matter.

we're not going to know
what was or wasn't in there.

what are you talking about?

your father's
been drinking since 10:00.

big fucking deal.

keep your voice down.

you don't trust
my fucking father.

bandleader:
ladies and gentlemen

dancing for the first time
as husband and wife

mr. james urbanski
and his lovely bride, joyce.

everybody's staring at us.

man:
congratulations.

man:
never let her go.

joyce:
what?

i don't hear you.

i said, i'm sorry,
all right?

come on over here,
and i'll bite your hand.

i present to you
mr. and mrs. james urbanski.

* don't go changing

* to try and please me

* you never let me
down before

* hmm hmm hmm

* and don't imagine

* you're too familiar...

i guess they drifted apart
from there.

i can't see why they bothered.

joyce jumped at the chance
to marry jimmy.

in her mind,
he was a very good catch.

and after the wedding

joyce continued to confide
in you about her problems?

yeah, she did.

can you tell us what some
of her complaints were?

he comes and goes
as he pleases.

high all the time.

he was a heavy drug user.

this was a sore point
with joyce.

well, not at first,
but he never came around

and then he would
just lose it.

nealon: what do you mean--
exactly?

well, he would...

he would like
pull a knife on her

and chase her around the room.

punched her so hard once,
put her in the hospital.

when is the first time

joyce said she wanted
to get rid of her husband?

uh... i remember a time...

i don't know
if it was the first time.

when this is all blonde,
it's going to be gorgeous.

that would be nice.

cynthia, i'll do her.

you're supposed
to stay off your feet.

i know my limit.

i don't want you
popping your toast

when we got a store full
of customers.

where the hell is cookie?

joyce:
cookie, i'll brain you.

i swear, i was stuck
in the tunnel for an hour.

well, what do you think?

what, did you swallow
a hand grenade?

joyce, you don't know
what's happening anymore.

we're going to
see your mother.

hey, joyce,
take the baby.

you're supposed
to watch him.

i got to take care
of something.

you shooting hoops?

maybe that's why i got
to take care of something.

what is this?

we ran out of pampers.

what, are you crippled?

go buy some.

no, it's your responsibility.

speaking of which,
what happened this morning?

i don't want
to talk about it now.

what does that mean?

what?

oh, great, joyce.

cynthia,
could you hold him?

really fucking smart.

thank you very much.

that was
your second appointment.

why are you talking
about this in front of
all these customers?

fuck these customers.
who gives a fuck
about them?

you don't take care of this

we're going to have
another baby around here.

what if i want
another baby?

no!

we talked about this.

you get this
taken care of.

fuck you, james!

fuck me, huh?

shit.

hey, hey, jimmy, jimmy.

what?

come on.
this is not the time...

cynthia, you're the one
that inspired this shit,
anyway.

why don't you go
cut some hair?

go.

bye-bye.

i'm telling you, joyce.

look at me
when i'm talking to you.

you get this taken care of.

end of conversation.

get out of here, james.

cookie, who fucked
your hair up?

just leave us enough
for change, all right?

joyce, you all right?

no.

what, he hurt you?

yeah.

joyce, there were a lot
of tips in the register.

cookie, i'm going to rip
that hair out of your head.

i'm going to kill him
one of these days.

you want half the business?
just kill him for me.

cynthia: she said, "you want
half the business,

"just kill him for me."

did you take that proposition
seriously?

no, i never took
any of that seriously.

but she talked about it
all the time?

well, it was a joke,
a running gag.

i mean, leave the oven on
while he's sleeping.

i mean, put an appliance
in the tub

while he's taking a bath

but it was just talk.

then i told her
to go to the cops.

she said,
"i got the cops at my house

every time he belts me,
and they don't do shit.

they tell him to cool off."

still, you encouraged her
to do something.

yeah.

it's only natural.

you sympathize
with her predicament.

you see another woman,
a friend, abused

you think something
should be done, right?

i told her to divorce him.

throw him out.

i don't know.

i mean, you have a friend,
two friends, married

who are at
each other's throats.

you see him verbally
and physically abuse her.

she says over and over
she wants to get
rid of this guy

and you don't take it
seriously?

i watch the honeymooners
every night.

i don't take that seriously.

one of these days, cynthia,
pow, right to the moon.

i'm going to get some water,
if that's all right.

you need the toilet?

no, thanks.

all right, so...

james:
every fucking week
i've got to go...

joyce:
give me five minutes.

would you just get me
the goddamn sugar?

i've been working
all day.

you cut fucking hair.

what the fuck
is wrong with it?

you don't do anything.

get the sugar yourself.

james:
you go get it.

here we are.

there.

jimmy expects everybody
to do everything for him.

jesus christ.

cookie

go next door
and buy him some sugar.

joyce, my nails are wet.

so go like this.

come on.

no appointments, right?

of course not.

who would go to a shop

with lunatics
running around upstairs?

he's got to go.

did you order this?

no.

i'm sending it back.

so we're not going
tonight?

we're going.

i'm just not taking
that animal up there.

he should die
in his sleep.

we're a little short.

we should wait till next week.

no, no, no.

i got some put aside.

yeah?

well, i'll get arthur
to watch the kids.

great. the hell
with both of them.

it will be
like old times.

here. i hope
he chokes on it.

i don't need you
today, cookie

so you can take off.

you're a real pal,
joyce.

what are you doing?

ah.

there. why don't you
give him his sugar?

i'm not going to
give him that.

you want to give
him the sugar?

you give him the sugar.

cynthia:
nice doggies.

you want to give him
a smooch?

jennifer:
mommy, this looks
like buttercup.

yeah, you're right.
it does.

okay, so now we wait.

you didn't do it.

yes, i did.

what, are you nuts?

uh-uh.

come sit with
your little brother.

i can't believe you.

hey there, cyn.

what's up?

want some tea?

we've got
to talk here.

what, did joyce
send you up here?

no. you've got to learn
to control your temper.

it's not good how
you fly off the handle...

i don't fly off the handle
for no good reason.

you've got to learn to talk,
not yell.

you don't want to be
intimidating everybody.

you used to be
so happy-go-lucky.

i'm happy-go-lu...

i'm very happy-go-lucky.

i don't intimidate you,
do i?

well, james, you can be
a little overbearing.

cynthia, you see?

here's what i like about you.

i can talk to you.

i cannot talk
to joyce.

i can talk
to joyce.

then maybe you should

because you're one of
the last people in bayonne

that can talk to her.

got enough sugar?

are you going to start with me
about the sugar now too?

i like tea, okay?
i like coffee.

i can't take it
without sugar.

she knows this.

we been married
five years.

you think she could
figure this out?

how hard is it for me
to get some sugar?

once a week,
you look in the cabinet.

you go, "uh-oh,
we need sugar."

you take a pencil,
a piece of paper.

s-u-g-e-r,
this is what we need.

you go to the store,
you say, "what do i need--

a one-pound box,
that big five-pound sack?"

whatever you need.

you bring
the sugar home.

but can i
get some sugar?

no, but we can have
this argument.

five minutes later, i don't
know what i'm yelling about.

you wearing a bra today?

what?

is cynthia there?

we're talking here.

did you get the sugar?

yes, thank you, and fuck you.

oh, shit!

oh, cynthia.

we had an accident.

cynthia spilled the tea.

hold on, let me get
the dustbuster.

look out.

wait. you've got
some sugar on you.

jimmy.

let me see your tits.

i'm not letting you

look at my tits.

joyce is downstairs.

i'm not going
to say nothing.

she's my best friend.

isn't that what
best friends are for?

i've got to go.

all right.

let me get the door.

open the door.

show me your titties.

open the door.

what are you going to do--

scream?

i'll do it for you.

help, joyce.

jimmy wants me
to show him my titties

but i don't want to.

i got customers
downstairs.

let me just
see your tits.

why are you always
doing this to me?

because you're so beautiful.

i've got
to get out of here.

get your hand
out of there.

don't do this.

what the fuck
is the matter with you?

fucking mooch!

go ahead. run down there
and tell her what i did.

i don't want to see either
of your faces up here again

or i will not
be held responsible.

cynthia:
i didn't think
she would do it.

james would be dead
if you didn't stop it.

i thought
if i hadn't stopped it

she would have.

it was a sick game.

what did she say
about the sugar?

um...

she said, "you dropped
the sugar on the floor?"

i said, "of course.
what did you expect?"

and she said, "you see?"

meaning?

meaning "we could have
got rid of him
and you didn't."

did you hear
what you just said?

you said "we."

"we could have
got rid of him."

no, i didn't.

you did.

no, i didn't.

i can play it back.

well, so.

that doesn't mean anything.

everything means
something, cynthia.

it doesn't mean
what you're saying--

what you want.

all i want
is what you have to give me.

that's all.

when you
left the shop

what arrangements were made?

arthur:
i don't want to go.

you sure?

i can get a sitter.

don't put your fire engine
on daddy's hard work.

i'll tell santa
not to come.

let's go watch fraggles.

daddy will let you
stay up a little later.

don't threaten her, arthur.
she'll resent you.

she resents her mother
leaving her alone.

don't put your feelings
on her.

you can come out.

i'm working.

i've got to get
a new pitch ready.

i've got to get out.

you said you
would go over it.

i'll go over it
tomorrow.

i don't know why you associate
with those people.

let's not insult
each other's friends.

the guy hangs out
in the playground.

your friends

would screw you
in a minute.

there's a hungry man
in the freezer.

the bottle's in the fridge.

heat it up.

would you
take out the dog?

yeah, yeah.

okay.

watch your brother.

if he starts drinking

you take
a cab home.

he's not going.

get your brother.

he's going
up the stairs.

hi.

hey.

this is going to be great.

guess who?

cynthia, what's up?

what are
you doing here?

we're partying, baby.

joycie, turn the radio on.

joyce:
you broke it.

i didn't break
the radio.

it wasn't fixed.

i'll just have to sing.

* everybody was
kung fu fighting

* it was a little bit
frightening

* those cats
had expert timing... *

woods:
james did go with you?

cynthia:
yeah.

joyce couldn't get
out of the house without him.

he said he wanted
to have a good time.

was he having a good time?

* james:
them kids was
fast as lightning... *

get off.

where's mr. morehead?

who?

mr. morehead.

arthur.

got more head than hair?

he didn't want to go.

james:
he doesn't approve
of the urbanski family.

he's with the kids.

you could have done
so much better, cynthia.

like joyce here.

* mr. wonderful

get off.

* that's what i am

joyce, stop being such a shit.

jesus.

you better
treat me nice.

i may have to throw a shot
into cynthia.

jimmy, come on.

fuck off.

fucking great, joyce.
i dropped the coke.

good.

if you don't stop

i'll crack up this van.

i dare you.

don't dare me.

i quadruple
dare you.

come on, get over.

shut up, cynthia.

this is how we party.

i don't like this.

joyce.

get over.
what are
you doing?

get over!

joyce!

whoo! my fucking heart
is in my throat.

joyce.

whoo!

whoo... hoo-hoo-hoo.

baby. ooh, baby.

what the fuck?

i want to get out.

i got a fucking boner
on that one.

whoa, goddamn!

if you want to kill each other

leave me out of it.

this is how we party.

you've got to plan
on excitement.

come here.

leave her go.

look, tell me
you like me.

i like you.

ooh. give me $20.

i'm feeling lucky.

if you're so lucky,
what do you need $20 for?

don't make
me angry.

just give me
the fucking money.

here's the money.

where's the tuinals?

here.
take the money.

take the drugs.

burn yourself out.

take a couple
of dollars
for yourself.

cynthia.

don't let her fuck around,
all right?

go. adios.

* ...fighting

* the kid was
fast as lightning... *

woods:
before he leaves

joyce gives james
a little money

some drugs and whatnot.

yeah.

well, that's a little odd,
isn't it?

you said that was one
of joyce's complaints

about james-- the drugs.

in this particular situation

she just didn't want
to get into a fight with him.

exactly, and at some point
it's going to hit him.

at some point
he's going to just fall out.

incapacitated.

he won't be able to fight.

he won't resist.

it never struck me that way.

that never crosses your mind?

no.

nealon:
when's the next time
you see them?

uh, they were arguing,
and i was over
playing roulette.

i'm broke, all right?

all i find on you
i can keep?

you can't
even stay straight
for one night.

give it to me.

don't fucking start
with me, joyce.

do you think
you should calm down here?

what the fuck
are you doing?

hey.

hey.

come on. let's not...

let's not do this.

hey.

hey, come on.

hey, hey, hey.

come on.

hey, let's...

why do you guys
have to do this?

here's the keys.

drive yourself home.

get out of here.

you can't let him drive
like this.

whoo.

i fucking
hate this shit.

jimmy,
give me those keys.

get out of here.

get out of here.

give me the keys, jimmy.

jimmy?

jimmy?

i'm all fucked up.

yeah, i can see that.

give me the keys.

don't jostle me around.
don't jostle me around.

you're jostling me.

i'm going to get sick.

okay.

hey, come on, jimmy,
leave off.

why don't you lay down?

tell joyce
i want to talk to her.

i'll do that.

tell her to come
out here, all right?

okay.

woods:
so, there it is.

he's falling over drunk
and drugged up

and you're helping him
get back to the van?

yeah. i wanted to get him
where he could lay down.

so, you take him
back to the truck
where he's out of sight

where he won't draw
any attention

and he falls out?

yeah, and then
i went on back to the feast.

and that's the last time
you see him alive?

uh...

yeah.

cynthia!

cynthia!

we have to go.

i'm winning.

we have to go now.

come on. come on.

i was playing nine
and won

and instead
of changing numbers

i just let it ride.

the guy said
i was on a roll.

i mean,
i'm never lucky.

give me the keys.

oh, that's right,
i have them.

is james still sleeping?

yeah.

i better just calm myself down

or i could
get into trouble.

so joyce, i was
going to play seven...

i won about $40.

well, actually, no

because i started with 20
so it was only 20.

it felt like 40.

did you win?

joyce?

earth to joyce.

what's the matter?

i think i killed him.

what are you talking about?

come here.

it was an accident, man.

he was choking me.

cynthia:
james, are you up?

he grabbed me
by the throat

so i cut him
on the, on the...

on the, what?

it was the jugular.

oh, joyce.

joyce.

could you see any area
of the body that was wounded?

where...
where were the wounds?

i don't know.

i couldn't see the wound.

there was just blood.

well, did you check?

was there a pulse?
was he breathing?

i couldn't see.

and you didn't think
he was hurt?

let's get him to a doctor?

that's exactly what
i said to her

but she wouldn't listen to me.

i was begging her to go.

you were begging her?

joyce:
we'll tell the cops
he disappeared.

cynthia:
we have to report this
to the police

or you'll be
in even bigger trouble
than you are now.

what if the cops
don't believe me?

i'd go to jail
for the rest of my life.

shit.

man:
hey, hey, sweetheart.

you need
a little help, babe?

thanks a lot, guys.

oh. oh, whoa. hey.

here we come, baby!

here. have a beer.

bitch!

we're going to have
to put him someplace, cynthia.

you hear me?

i hear you.

maybe by
that old train yard.
that swampy place.

we got to get
our story straight.

we had an argument
and he just took off.

no! we didn't argue.

he was winning
and he took off.

just say he was winning.

we'll take his wallet.

we'll hide it and say
people robbed him.

woods: so you're discussing
the cover?

she was
just giving instructions.

but what were
you thinking?

thinking? who was thinking?

everything was moving
so fast.

you made no attempt
to get away from her?

the van's doing 90.

you want i should jump?

you made no attempt
to see if he was alive?

he wasn't fucking moving.

take his leg.

joyce, i can't.

cynthia, i can't
do this by myself.

now... push.

john, you know we're going
to have to book her.

i'm not comfortable
with that.

i want to keep going.

we can always pick her up.

okay. this is your show.

you had
the murder weapon

in your hand?

you picked it up
and threw it away?

by instinct.

so you aren't thinking
straight at this time?

not really.

you know enough to get rid
of the murder weapon.

i didn't want to leave
anything they could trace.

but you left the body.

i told you i wasn't
thinking straight.

nealon:
what did you do next?

i think we should
say something

before it's too late.

joyce: it is too late.
there's nothing
we can do.

we can still call the police.

no we can't.

yes, we can, joyce.

they're not going
to believe nothing.

you got to listen
because we are in deep shit.

that's what i'm saying.

i mean, what the hell
are we going to do now?

we're going to say
we didn't see each other.

what are you talking about?

we didn't see each other.

that way we don't
mix our stories up.

you tell arthur
that me and jimmy had a fight.

you decided
you didn't want to go.

you get the van cleaned up
in the morning.

why me?

because i got
to be here.

i got to report him missing
to the cops in the morning.

you take his wallet
and his jewelry for me.

get rid of it.

i can't do that.

why not?

i'm just not ready for that.
i can't do it.

do you want them
to find this on you?

no.

i'm telling you
just get rid
of this shit.

all right. okay.

oh, man.

i will.

i'm really afraid, joyce.

i don't think we're doing
the right thing.

i really appreciate
what you did.

i love you for it,
you know that.

we...

listen to me.

we are friends

and we're going to watch out
for each other forever.

am i right?

don't worry.

cynthia, please don't worry.

i got to go.

i got to get home.

joyce called her mother-in-law
and started the story

about jimmy disappearing
at the carnival.

gloria just hung up on her.

joyce said, "he's dead

and what the fuck
does she care?"

i just walked home.

arthur:
cynthia?

cynthia?

yeah?

what are you doing?

nothing. go back to bed.

you got to take out buttercup.

i forgot to take her out.

yeah. okay.

what are you doing, huh?

what are you doing?

is everything all right?

cynthia?

what? hey.

hey, what's wrong?

what's wrong, huh?
what's the matter?

what?

joyce killed jimmy.

joyce killed jimmy?

what the hell
are you talking...

cynthia. my god.

what happened to you?

i don't know.
they...
they were fighting

and he tried to choke her

so she stabbed him
with a razor.

she... what do you..?

how do you stab someone
with a razor?

i don't know.

a slice. you know.
a cut.

i can't believe
this is happening to me.

what are you talking about?

tell me what happened exactly.

they were fighting
all night.
he was fucked up.

i left him in the van,
sleeping.

did you see her?

no. i didn't see her.

after. after, i saw her.

he was cut up bad.

that don't mean
he's dead.

jesus christ, arthur.

i have blood all over me.

i helped her get rid of
the body, for christ's sake.

all right. just calm down.

i don't understand this.

how could you go along
with her on this?

i don't know.

just happened so fast.

oh, christ.

look, i warned you
about those two.

they're crazy.
they're animals.

anything can happen with them.

we got to call somebody.

and say what?

say what?

say what happened...

whatever happened,
and hope for the best.

you're pretty innocent, right?

cynthia, you told me
everything, right?

for christ's sake

what do you think of me
you could say that?

you want me
to call the police?

i'll call the police.

what's your explanation
going to be?

i don't have
an explanation.

you have to have
an explanation.

you get me to do
what you want

and then you
don't want me to do it.

why is it
you start things

at all the wrong times?

i'm busting my fucking ass

trying
to get something done.

who the hell is going
to buy anything

from a killer's wife...
husband's wife...

whatever the fuck we are?

why do i tell you anything?

shit.

she actually killed him?

so what do we do now?

it's her problem.

i'm out of it.

she swore
she wouldn't involve me.

she said that?

she swore up and down.

so if somebody's
got to call the police
let her be the one.

look at you.

take this off, huh?

my god.

if anybody saw you,
cynthia...

come on. come on.

look at this blood.

it's going to never,
never, never come off.

it's all right.

christ almighty.

listen, you have
to cut it off.

you have to not see her.

where's the joy?

what are you talking about?

the detergent. the soap.

you mean cheer.

joy. cheer.

deck the fucking halls

with boughs of holly,
cynthia.

under the sink.

and nobody saw you?

nobody saw us

and she won't tell anybody
i was with her.

this better be
the end of it.

the kids will
lose their mother.
i'll lose a fucking job

and then we'll be
on the streets.

on the fucking streets.

did your husband persist
about calling the police?

he didn't want
to be involved either.

we was worried about my kids.

i don't know.

some things...

i don't know.

did you think you
would get away with this?

i didn't do anything.

i may have mixed feelings
about james

but i would never raise a hand
to anyone.

i would never hurt anyone!

now look,

if joyce was going
to get caught

then she
was going to get caught.

i am not going
to be the one
to turn on her.

what the fuck
are you nodding for?

now wait a minute.

you have a so-called
friend who brutally murders
her husband,

orphans his kid
and drops his body off,

and you're protecting her?

cops don't protect
each other?

that's fucking news!

don't give me any lip, lady.

nealon: okay, now's
a good time

to take a break.

john?

all right,
let's take a break.

want something to eat?

want to use
the toilet?

want a sandwich
or something?

man: are you all right,
my dear?

joyce: yeah.

i am her attorney.

i demand to know

what's going on
with my client.

so, do you do
your own hair?

it's nice how you sweep it up
in the back there.

yeah, i do.

nealon:
cynthia, there are a few
things i'd like to clarify.

you told your husband

and swore to avoid contact
with joyce?

cynthia:
yes.

woods:
how long did that last?

hello?

joyce: cynthia, you've got
to come over here right now.

it's an emergency.

what's wrong?

you've got to come right now.

okay.

cookie:
dominic, you want
some coffee?

no. i don't want any coffee.

after you go to bed
you'll feel better.

joyce?

it's cynthia.

i'm glad she's here.

what's happening?

they found a body.

they think it's jimmy.

sit down.
she needs you.

oh, my god!
what's going on?

gloria:
pray it's not him, cindy.

pray to st. anthony
it's a mistake.

they still
have to identify...

i swear to god
i'll ring his neck

if it's a mistake!

cookie:
cindy, coffee?

why did he do this
to me?

gloria:
it's not his fault!

she's not
blaming him.

she's not
blaming him.

where's anthony?

he's at his
aunt marie's.

how do i tell my son
his father's in heaven?

i wouldn't count on it.

what's that supposed
to mean, dominic?

what, i got to explain
it to you?

just wait and see.

don't give up hope.

joey?

get over here.

wait!

hello?

oh, marilyn.

no, we got to be

at the medical examiner's
by 9:00.

yeah, i know.

i can't talk now.

cynthia, you were with them
last night, no?

she couldn't go.

yeah, the kids were
coming down with a virus...

or something.

fever break?

yeah. it broke this morning.

so you went?

yeah, we went.
it was good.

we had words-- same old jimmy.

i was telling gloria--

he was high.
he was happy.

he was winning.

that's good then.

and now this?

what am i
going to do?

i expect him to come walking
through the door any minute.

what's happening?

cookie:
dunkin' donut?

they called me
to come over.

shh. have
a fucking donut.

cynthia, you
need the keys

to the van, right?

come here.

somebody's got to pick up
all those wigs

and hair pieces
we ordered.

they're probably
ready by now.

when did you do that?

the other day,
from the catalog.

remember?

no. when was that?

cookie, we don't need
all these questions.

cynthia knows
what to do.

if i had
to depend on you

forget it.

it was only
a question.

i'll go with you.

joey, i need you
here with me.

joey, just relax
and sit.

i don't feel so good.
i gotta go to the bathroom.

aunt rita:
we should go in the van.

joyce:
what are you talking about?
how many people..?

there's just
a couple of us.

she's got
all these boxes.

well, my bad back...

joyce, wigs?
at a time like this?

don't you understand
what i'm going through?

just calm down!

just calm down.

let's do this
according to plan.

cynthia, you do
what you have to do.

we'll all fit in the car
or take a cab, all right?

when we get back

maybe we'll have
some good news.

come here.
stop!

cynthia, where are you going?

shit!

nealon:
so joyce keeps her end
of the bargain--

you were home.
you didn't go
to the carnival.

yeah.

and what did you do
with the van?

i parked it down
the block from me.

you helped get rid
of the evidence?

i thought,
"i'm out of it.

"if i can just
get me through this

nobody will even know
i was there."

what's going on?

they hear anything?

something fishy
is going on here

and i don't want
to be involved.

what are you
talking about?

you know damn well.
i'm not lying
for anybody.

about what?

about the van.

joyce told me
what to say--

that somebody broke into it
and cleaned it out.

i don't know
what's going on

but i'm not lying
for anybody.

why?

why what?

just say somebody
broke into the truck.

we both understand
what we're talking about

don't we?

i think so.

what are you doing,
joseph?

you'll see
what i'm doing, babe.

hey, where's
all the wigs?

they weren't ready. so?

how come this van
is so clean?

it's usually
a pigsty.

what?

you got something
to hide?

the way you drove
out of here this morning...

joey, you're crazy.

yeah, we'll see
how crazy i am.

we'll see how crazy
the police think i am.

what should i tell joyce?

she can burn in hell,
that's what.

oh, that's real nice talk
to your brother's wife.

nealon:
did you see joyce
again that day?

cynthia:
i didn't see her
until the next day--

at polaski's.

that's a funeral parlor
where james was laid out.

gloria:
i don't understand
how this could happen.

look at him.

he's all alone up there.

oh, god.

there's nothing
we can do.

he's the first to go.

she makes me sick.

always the actress.

i'm the wife.

i'm the one they're
supposed to come to.

just keep your dignity.

let them be
the phonies they are.

joey...

thanks.

what are you doing
sitting back here?

they got here first
and took all the front seats.

gloria:
he looks beautiful--
except that beard.

maria:
the beard is good--
it hides the scar.

doesn't even look like him.

we got to talk.

excuse me, mom.

go ahead.

lock the door.

the cops kept the van.

oh, shit.

fucking joey
and his suspicious mind.

did you clean it good?

i spent two fucking hours.

there's no blood?

it's spotless.

because cops got eyes

dogs with noses
that smell everything

and science--
mr. fucking wizard!

joyce, please,
you got to calm down.

i told the cops somebody
broke into the van

stole all the shit,
and then washed it out

to cover up
the fingerprints.

this way, they don't think
we cleaned it.

woman:
anybody in there?

come back later.

it's crowded
in here already.

what, everybody has to go
at the same time?

and fucking cookie too.
did you talk to her?

no.

she didn't even come.

when her brother
killed himself and died

i was a friend to her.

well, jimmy did sell him
that bad acid.

bad acid, my ass!

people have to get
their stories straight.

her brother was
always disturbed.

if she opens her mouth,
we'll get caught.

joyce, no one's
getting caught.

you have to be optimistic.

grieving, but optimistic.

why, do i look guilty?

no, you don't.
you look mournful.

you look
how you should look.

mournful.

nobody knows what's
inside your mind

so let's not tell them.

keep reminding me,
because i'm a sucky liar.

you're a terrific liar.

you've just lost confidence
in yourself.

well, there's confidence
in myself now.

we got to get to the shop.

you take his wallet
and jewelry.

i told you to get rid
of that shit!

aw, jesus!

she was dumping out
all this stuff about cookie.

i had done enough already.

so you refused to help her?

well, joyce can be
very persuasive

and she didn't take "no"
for an answer.

what the hell's in this?

his wallet, his jewelry,
and his gun.

oh, joyce,
enough already.

i can't have any guns.

it's not even registered.

how am i going to explain it?

i got to get it
out of here.

you could see
what was happening to her.

she was taking pills
left and right.

she was cracking up.

i think i hear him.

like, sometimes

i think i hear his voice
calling me--

"joycie."

it's really weird

the way the mind works.

you're going to be fine.

after the funeral,
you should take a trip.

get away for a while.

put this all behind you.

in the meantime

you can't keep putting me
in the middle here.

i got to keep it
quiet with artie.

so if we don't talk
for a while

it's all for the best,
all right?

joyce?

what?

it's all right
if we don't talk?

you know,
i am so exhausted

and i can't even sleep.

let's get out of here.

they have concerns--

you have answers.

they have objections--

you use it
as buying signals.

you make the deal.

you close the deal.

you can't give them
enough time to think.

you woo them.

you sell them

and sign them.

caveat emptor.

end of story.

arthur:
cynthia?

yeah, only me.

hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey.

a person usually says,
"i'm home," or something.

well, i'm home.

what the hell is going on?

nothing. why?

why? what happened
at the wake?

did you talk to her?

yeah, i talked to her

and i told her
not to call anymore

and that i'm out of it.

sid is here.

oh, great.

i'll go say hello.

hi, babies.

come here,
sweetie.

hi, sidney.
how are you?

the question
is how are you?

artie told me
what happened.

cynthia:
he did?

yeah, i told him about james--
about what happened.

what did i tell you?

somebody stole something
and left him for dead
and he died.

fucking animals.

uh, you'll excuse
my french.

they should line them all up,
slice them open

and spread
their guts out.

it's an ugly picture,
i know, but...

a young couple, right?

did they rent or own?

arthur:
uh, they, uh...
they rented.

ooh!

bang!

uh, come on, honey.

let's get ready for bed.

hey, hey,
what's in the bag?

nothing. it's
just my tampax.

i'm going to get the kids
ready for bed.

come on, honey.

good night, sidney.

good night.

freakin' animals--
you got that right.

i know.

kaveet emptor.

caveat emptor.

yeah, right.

okay.

so, she's taken
to women's detention.

cynthia:
she sent word
through her father

that she wanted to see me,
and he, uh... told me

about the accident
she had with her wrists.

hey, joyce.

hey.

uh...

joyce, what did you
do to yourself?

i don't know, man.

somebody's talking.

so, what?

somebody's talking.

they ask questions like
somebody said something.

well, i haven't
talked to them.

not even cookie?

no. you know cookie.

she's off dyeing
her hair green,
hanging out in newark

scared of her own shadow.

if she talks, they'll
put you in the next cell.

what do you want?

knock her
over the head...

...with a fucking club,
for christ's sake.
that will shut her up.

joyce, listen to me.

you've got
to keep it together.

you've got to stay strong.

you got to do something

or we'll kiss
our kids good-bye.

nealon:
all right.

this is about getting
your stories together
on the van?

so, like i was telling
mister, uh...

kolhatkar.

you had the van
on, uh... monday

tuesday and, uh...
wednesday, right?

right.

and then it got
broken into on...

thursday.
wednesday night.

thursday.
thursday.

yeah.

and how did you hope
to verify this?

we keep a log of everything
at the shop.

this is my number.

can i pick it up tonight?

i would rather get it
to you tomorrow.

as you wish.

i will wait
till i hear from you.

don't worry.

nealon:
did you deliver
the log book?

no. i had to go to woolworth's
and get the books.

i had to check
for conflicts.

this was a much bigger job
than i expected.

i have to stop here.

something keeps bothering me.

did you tell your husband
you went to visit joyce?

no.

or about the log book
and cleaning the van?

no.

you see?

you said you told
your husband everything

on the night
james was murdered.

but now something else
is happening.

now you don't bring him
up to date anymore.

what's going on with that?

i just didn't want
to upset him.

i mean, i thought
i could deal with this.

no, no.

there's something else here.

joyce suspects
someone is talking.

yeah, she's
being paranoid.

she suspects
someone is talking.

maybe cookie.

but somebody knew.
who knew?

you see, you're really
confusing me now.

cynthia, please.

you're an intelligent girl.

it never crosses your mind
that it might be arthur
who's talking?

arthur knew.
you told arthur.

never! all right?

he would never do that.

his concern was for me
and the kids.

he didn't want to lose me.

yeah, but you're not
trusting him anymore.

i just wanted
to keep him out of it--

keep the peace--

until that fucking lawyer
called.

cynthia, tell us
about that.

it was late.
i was washing the dishes.

the kids were asleep.

i... i didn't hear
the phone ring.

arthur came up behind me.

you got a call today
from your friend's lawyer.

he said,
"you got a call today

from your friend's lawyer."

he wants that book
you promised him.

what is this?

i told him to give it to me.
it didn't concern him.

he said, "but this is a lie."

it's for joyce's defense.

why are you still
involved in this?

it's to show the van
was robbed.

listen to me, cynthia.

if you got to keep
your nose up her behind

you should just pack your bags
and go with her.

woods:
so you're having problems now.

you're fighting
over this thing.

we're just discussing
the best way to handle it.

he's threatening you.

no, no.

he was worried
about joyce.

he was more upset with her
than he was with me.

she really needed help--
professional help.

woods:
and did she get help?

no, she got bail.

jennifer:
hey.

are you wrapping him up
like a present?

i'm going to get the door.

joyce?

what are you doing here?

arthur's going to be home
any minute.

i need the gun
and the jewelry.

why? what's going on?

i'm afraid of my in-laws.

they're after me.

maybe you ought
to get out of town.

you shouldn't have a gun
in your frame of mind.

nobody's following
your ass all over town.

you're in the clear.

but if i go, so help me,
everybody's going.

just give me
what i came for.

this is how
we'll get caught--

when we turn
against each other.

i'm not leaving
without protection

so just do this
for me, all right?

all right.

jennifer:
hey!.. hey, hey.

baby:
hey... daa!

jennifer:
daddy!

hey, how's my little girl?

come to daddy.

daddy!

oh, joyce!

i thought you was
greta garbo there
for a minute.

arthur.

go watch your brother,
huh, honey?

how's it going?

the investigation
and everything?

those police--
they don't know anything.

they don't give a shit.

they have no suspects?

who knows?
they don't tell me anything.

but you think he was robbed.

that's what i figure.

didn't they arrest you
or something?

can you believe it?

just goes to show
how stupid they are.

but they
don't have a case.
it's falling apart.

joyce:
they should find out
who really did it.

we'd all be better off.

arthur:
it couldn't have been someone
who knew him?

who had a grudge
or something?

you know
what they say:

most murders are committed
by someone you know.

family, even.

oh, yeah?

yeah.

well, if you got any hunches,
i'll give you the number.

you can call
the detective yourself.

well, i'll think about that.

uh, here's a little something
for anthony.

thanks.

so, you got everything
you want?

joyce:
arthur,

nice seeing you.

be well.

hey, joyce, everything's
going to work out.

you wait and see.

i'm just going
to walk her out.

that fuck thinks
he knows something.
did you say anything?

he doesn't know anything.

you see the way
he looked at me?

he's never liked you,
so what do you expect?

a little sympathy.

i am the fucking widow,
you know.

so, do you want a medal?

you can't trust him because
he'd open his mouth.

he won't open his mouth.

what?

what did you tell him?

i was covered in blood.

you think i told him
i got my period?

geez!
the man is a threat.

we can't afford him
saying something.

i'd get him first
so help me god..!

joyce, you're
like a broken record.

you better not be
screwing me over

'cause so help me,
i'll get your husband

i'll get your children,
and i will fucking get you!

just leave me alone.

i'm tired of your bullshit!

it's fucking over!

you think it's over?

you got it, baby.

good boy.
have a cookie.
good boy.

hi, sweet boy.

come here.

where's jennifer?

she's upstairs.

so what are you two
chatting about, huh?

nothing.
just talking.

she thinks she's
getting away with it.

she's not even worried.

i told you i don't want her
near this house

or near the kids.

art, what do you think,
i invited her?

who you calling?

i'm calling the police.

arthur,
hang up the phone.

we been through this
long enough.

i'm ending it here and now.

let's not be stupid.

that woman's
a fucking maniac.

you don't get involved
with her!

what, you think you're
not involved in this?

huh? think about it.

yeah, i'll think about it.

i'll think about it all right.

here, come on.
let's go in the bedroom.

watch your
little brother.

mommy's got to talk
to daddy.

what are you doing?

i'm going to go see a lawyer

about a divorce
and a separation.

i'm sick of you
favoring her over me.
you always did.

all these years, you
haven't been married to me.

you two have been married
to each other.

well, now you can have her
with my blessings.

this is the real ballsy thing
to do--

throw me out with the kids
when we need you the most.

no, you got it wrong.
you go.

the kids stay with me.

you're not fit
to be their mother.

and you raise one finger
to stop me

and i will burn you
and your friend together.

you got that?

woods:
sounds like james and joyce
over there.

never like that.
you have to read
between the lines.

why don't you
help us out here

'cause that's exactly
what we're trying to do.

he just was very frustrated
that i couldn't avoid her.

but he's blaming you
for that.

jesus! i tell you one fight,
you make it my whole life.

he just was taking
his frustrations out on me.

couples say things
to hurt each other

when they're having
an argument.

then they make up.
do you understand?

oh, so he's not blaming you,
or attacking you.

he's actually
coming to your rescue.

i wouldn't make fun.

but he's throwing you out.

and you got joyce
making like pocahontas.

you're really caught
in the middle.
you have to do something.

you have to make a choice.

i made my choice.

i told my husband
my place was with him.

i wasn't going to destroy
my marriage over this.

then where would i be?

i thought if they
came to me and asked me

that i was just going to say
the truth, and that's it.

so why didn't you do that?

nobody asked.

nobody asked?

not until, uh...

they found my husband's body.

couldn't you have
picked up a quarter
and called somebody?

nealon:
okay, on the day
your husband was killed

the first thing you did
that morning was what?

i kissed my husband good-bye.

after he left,
i took the kids and, uh...

left the house.

every day i would go
by my mother's,
or my sister's--

anyplace to avoid joyce.

hello?

could i speak with cynthia?

who's this?

uh, joyce.

hold on.

-cyn, telephone.
-who is it?

it's your friend. joyce.

for crying out loud.

this baby's soaking wet.

cyn, where are
the diapers?

i... i don't know, ma.

lauren, get ma one
of your diapers, okay?

watch my sauce.

yeah, i'm here.

cynthia, i don't hear
from you--
what am i supposed to think?

listen, think
whatever you want.

so you going home, or what?

no, i'm going to be here
a while.

is arthur with you?

no, he's home.
i'm with the kids. why?

now this i don't understand.

you say she's got
it in for you,
got it in for arthur

then you give her this
information that
he's home alone

and you're way over
at your mother's house

which gives her
the perfect opportunity

to go and do whatever it is
she'd like to do.

weren't you suspicious
of her questions?

what do you want to know
about arthur?

you spilled your
guts to arthur

and now he's trying
to pull something.

she's concerned again now
that arthur is setting her up.

i told her he
wouldn't do anything.
he wouldn't say anything.

i don't believe you.
arthur's had it in for me
from way back.

the past has nothing
to do with this.

i'm going over there
and find out what was said.

if i don't like what i hear,
i'll set things straight.

don't start with artie.

he won't stand for this shit.

i'm not going to start
with artie.

i'm going to finish
with artie.

i thought she was
just threatening me.

nealon:
did you think she would
just talk to him?

go over and threaten him?

i honestly don't know
what i thought she would do.

you all right?

yeah. i'm just really tired,
that's all.

well, don't drink
too much, okay?

okay.

give me a kiss.

-bye, sweetie.
-come on, baby.

woods:
how long did you sleep for?

couple of hours--

till my father
came in and woke me.

then what happens?

cynthia, hey.

come on, honey.

oh...

dad, what time is it?

it's almost 11:30.

come upstairs
and get some sleep.

did, um... artie call?

no.

why don't you go
get some sleep?

no. i should go on home.

you want me to drive you?

-yeah. the kids still asleep?
-yeah, sure, they're fine.

you sure you want
to go home?

yeah, i'm sure.

wood:
your father drives you home.

do you express any concerns
to him?

i told him i thought
it was strange

that arthur
didn't call me back.

he said i probably just
slept through the call

and maybe arthur
fell asleep.
i don't know.

wood: but you knew better.

no, i just knew
something was up
when i saw the lights.

would you like
some water?

please.

okay.

thank you.

do you feel able
to continue?

all right.

let me say, cindy,
you know

i do understand how difficult
this ordeal has been for you

how hard it is for you
to step forward
and make this statement

but something just
doesn't sit right here.

maybe i can help you.

that's what i'm hoping--
maybe you can help me.

now, on the day arthur
is killed

you went to
your mother's house

because you
wanted to be safe.

and i wanted to see my mother.

yes, yes, it's a good time

the right time,
to visit your mother.

joyce calls.

her fuse is still burning.

she says she's going
to shut arthur up.

i told her arthur
wouldn't do anything.

i trusted him.
he would never say anything.

you're pleading with her
to save his life.

i was defending him.

and then, after everything
joyce has done--

and you know what
she's capable of--

you go to sleep on the couch?

well, i was drinking,
and nodded off.

that just doesn't make sense.

well, explain it to me.

there's a killer on a rampage

threatening
to get your husband

and you nod off?

now you tell me
if these things are true.

you tell me
if that makes sense.

well, it...
doesn't make sense

because i
should have went home.

i should have told somebody.

who do you tell?
who do you warn?

no. there's got
to be a reason.

you come in here,
you talk about joyce

but you knew
what was happening.
you let it happen.

i didn't know
what was happening
or going to happen.

you're asking us
to accept too much.

if joyce wasn't a murderer

if joyce hadn't
slaughtered james

then i'd be saying, "maybe.
maybe you didn't realize."

but what do you do?

you make her more angry.

you threw it
in her face.

you made her furious.

i'm not sure
that what you're saying
is 100% true.

i'm not sure that
what you're saying
is 100% true.

i think you wanted him dead.

that's a goddamn lie!

you thought he was going
to give you up

as joyce's accomplice,
take the kids

and ship you off
for the duration.

that's bullshit!

i just...

you allowed
this crazy woman

to go and blow his head off

so you can't even open
the coffin at the funeral.

the father of your kids.

the man you
took vows with.

the guy you shared
your bed with.

how dare you judge me?

i never wanted anybody hurt.

you wanted it then.

you're twisting things
around on me!

you fixed it with joyce
to finish him!

you gave her the gun,
for christ sakes!

she was... i thought she
was just bullshitting.

i... i called her bluff.

after all this while?

james's brutal murder?

all her threats?

she calls you up

and says she's
going to kill arthur

and you think she's bluffing?

i mean,
the woman's a murderer!

you're telling me
she's a mur..!

unless, of course,
she isn't a murderer.

she is a murderer.

she killed my husband.

she destroyed...

the only thing in life
that mattered to me.

well, you know something?

that i believe.

that i can understand.
that's why
you're sitting here.

but the day arthur
was killed

you said you
didn't believe her.

you said, a moment ago,
you thought she was bluffing.

which brings me
right back to... james

and what's been bothering me

about this whole story.

what are you talking about?

well, you see

joyce threatened for years
to get rid of her husband

but you never took it
seriously.

every time joyce called,
you jumped--

the van, the log book,
james' personal effects

the gun, the whole cover-up.

i thought
i was protecting her

helping her.

that just doesn't wash,
cynthia.

you can see that when i
lay it out for you.

why does a young woman--
a mother--

risk everything in life

for a friend
who's tormenting her?

that whole time,
you didn't act

like joyce
was going to kill somebody.

you were acting like she
was going to say something--

something she had over you.

something you did.

what you want is a lie.

isn't that right?
isn't that what you want?

well, you're not getting it
because i'm not saying
something i didn't do.

something that
is a fucking lie.

okay?

yeah, you lie to me.

i want a lie.

bring in mrs. urbanski.

okay, cynthia.

i'm not going
to lock you up
right now.

your kids need a mommy
more than i need an arrest.

i'm going to let you go home.

i know where you live.

let me walk you out.

cindy...

you know, i'm in
a real tough spot here.

i get the privilege
of going back in there

and, uh...

orphaning joyce's son.

but, you know...
then again, the truth
is never easy, is it?

thanks for coming in.

cynthia:
jimmy?

jimmy?

ah, jim,
give me these keys.

come on.

no, don't.

don't jostle me.

come on.

i'm going to be sick.

hey!

hey, come on.

come on,
leave off, jimmy.

stop it.

it's time for you to lay down.

come on.

jimmy, let go.

come on.

lay down with me.

i don't want to lay down
with you.

you'll like it.

just lay down
for a second.

jesus!
what are you doing?

no, i don't..!

hey!

no! no!

somebody help me!

no, jimmy...

jimmy:
just fucking relax!

shut up!

no!

no, no, no...

jimmy...

whoo, whoo, whoo!
i am winning!

yes, i won! what?

all right.

he's bleeding.

don't worry.
we'll save him.

let's just...

jimmy?

shit!

cynthia,
he's bleeding all over.

let me see.

no! he's out.

he's asleep.

asleep?
or unconscious?

because if he's asleep,
we can wake him up.

give me the keys.

give me the keys.

we'll go to the hospital.

he'll get a transfusion.

he'll be fine.

what are you
waiting for?
let's go! let's go! let's go!

come on!
come on!

i didn't mean to hurt him.

i'm so sorry.

he just left me no choice.

joyce, i'm going to go
to jail for this.

i can't go to jail.

who's going to take care
of my kids?

shit! did he try
to fuck you?

joyce, please don't.

that son of a bitch.

where are you going?

to the hospital.

the hospital's the other way.

what the fuck are you doing?

joyce?

we got to turn around.

we got to turn...

what the fuck?

turn around.

what the fuck's
the matter with you?

what if they
don't believe us?

what if jimmy
wakes up?

we got to stick
together.

it is too late.

we are just going to have
to take him somewhere

and leave him.

oh... oh...

oh, my god!

oh, my god!

what am i doing?

what am i doing?

woods:
ready?

let's get started.