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I'm very sorry about your wife.

Do you actually think that I may have
killed my wife? I wouldn't be sitting

if I didn't. What do you want to do?
Good cop, bad cop?

Maybe I should have let you play good
cop.

The story you told us stinks.

Let's just not jump to any conclusions
here.

I'm starved.

Me too.

That's him. The one on the end. I saw
him right up close.

That's the guy.

Well, I defeat the dame as Karen Parker,
29, 15.

Blow the head -putter out, then she had
her nose and mouth held shut till she

died. Any guess who's the winch? Only
between two and five this morning. Hot

thoughts will narrow it down to the arm.

Lieutenant Stone?

Yeah.

Sergeant Hunter, Sergeant McCall, Metro
Homicide.

I'd like to ask you a couple of
questions.

If you'd like to have an attorney
present, you can do that. Attorney?

Well, did the officer you spoke with
read you your rights?

Yeah. Am I under arrest here? Well, we
don't know that. What was your

relationship to the deceased, Karen
Parker?

She's an interior designer. She's
decorating my house in Bel Air.

Well, what are you doing here at her
apartment?

We had a meeting.

Did she have an office?

Now, wait a minute. Am I a suspect here?

Well, you see, we're just having a
difficult time understanding your

Mr. Stone. You say you came to the door.

She didn't answer it, correct?

Mm -hmm.

But then your next move was to have the
manager come and open the door? That's

right. That kind of strikes us as a
strange sequence of events.

I'm a film director.

I'm used to it, and I have to have
things run on schedule.

The woman was very punctual. When she
didn't answer the door, I knew something

was wrong.

That's it.

Sergeant, the deceased's husband is
here.

Mr. Parker, I'm very sorry about your
wife.

Excuse me, I've got a production meeting
in about 40 minutes.

Do you need me for anything else?

No, if we do, we'll be able to find you,
all right? Oh, yeah.

I'm terribly sorry.

I'm Dennis Stone. Kern was doing my
house.

Oh, yes.

She mentioned you.

I'm real sorry.

Thank you.

Mr. Parker, we're going to need a
statement from you. Do you feel up to it

Yes, I think so.

Sergeant Hunter, Lieutenant Finn on the
phone for you.

Excuse me.

Hey, no way, buddy. This is news.

Give me the camera.

Hey, I'll give you the news.

I'm a homicide detective.

The one thing I don't need is my picture
in the newspaper.

Now, you want to come in here and take a
picture of the corpse, the lecti,

trees, plants, rugs, be my guest, but
not of me, you got it?

But I've got other pictures in there.

They come out, I'll mail them to you.

Hunter, do I need to remind you that
we've had four directives in the last

to keep this new relationship with the
press?

Oh, excuse me, Miss Internal Affairs.

You know, you're beginning to sound like
Bernie Twilliger every single day. As a

matter of fact, when I get back to the
precinct, I'm going to have my people

move your desk up next to his.

Well, didn't we get up on the wrong side
of the bed this morning?

Yes, we did.

Mr. Parker?

Yes, I had them show you out here
because they're cleaning my room.

Would you like some breakfast? Coffee?

Maybe a little coffee roll. A waiter?
Can we have some coffee, please?

So.

You were read your rights yesterday. Do
you understand that they are still in

effect?

Yes, if you say so.

We found out a few things after we last
spoke with you.

You say that you were in Santa Barbara
the night that your wife was killed,

you were in bed at sleep.

I was, yes.

Well, the housekeeper says that your
rooms are on opposite sides of the

There's no way she could have known if
you'd gotten up and driven away or not.

Well, that's true, but I didn't.

Well, is there anyone there to verify
that?

I mean, did you make any phone calls?
Did you receive any?

No.

Do you actually think that I may have
killed my wife?

I wouldn't be sitting here if we didn't.

There were two liqueur glasses on the
coffee table. Both of them had fresh

residue in them.

One had cognac in it and your wife's
fingerprints on the glass.

The other one contained a Portuguese
liqueur called Paraca.

We found a bottle of that liqueur at the
back of the bar with your fingerprints

on it.

You know what it sounds like to me? It
sounds like somebody's trying to set me

up.

Paraca is my favorite drink. I took a
drink from that bottle three days ago

I went to visit Karen. Well, whatever
was in that glass had only been there a

couple of hours.

Is that all you have?

Well, there was no forced entry, and
your prints were all over the inside, so

doesn't look too good for you, Alec.

Sergeant Hunter, I told you I was there
three days ago.

Karen and I may have been getting a
divorce, but during the two years of our

separation, we were still very good
friends.

Well, both your attorneys told us that
you were involved in a bitter property

dispute.

Whatever bitterness there was existed
between our attorneys, not between Karen

and me.

In fact, I went there that day because I
wanted to try and straighten something

out that I felt they were handling very
badly.

Maybe I should have had my lawyer here.
It never crossed my mind that I was a

suspect.

Well, Alex, you're the only suspect.

Here comes Fellini.

Probably wants to come by and tell us
why he had the door open.

I called him. He wasn't in, so I left a
message.

Thanks for the warning.

I didn't know you needed one.

What do you want to do, good cop, bad
cop?

Yeah, let me be the good cop.

You?

Come on.

Hi.

Hi. I got a call. You wanted to see me.
Yeah, thank you for coming in.

Sit down, Mr. Stone.

Lighten up, will you, Hunter? Mr. Stone
is not a suspect if you're doing us a

favor. I've had a very trying day, okay?

Hey, it's no problem. It's
understandable.

I expect the action gets pretty intense
in your line of work.

Yeah, I thrive on action, Dennis.

Okay. So, what do you want to see me
about? We'd like to know a little bit

about your relationship with Karen
Parker.

So, no. Saw her work. Liked it. Tired
her.

Is that it?

That's it.

You got a problem with that?

Yeah, I got a problem with it, Dennis.

And here's my problem.

The story you told us stinks.

You said that Karen Parker's manager
opened up her door for you because she

a couple of minutes late for a meeting.

Yeah, that's right.

We've gone over this already.

And we're going to go over it again.

As I told you, you could set your clock
by that, lady, and I don't have a lot of

time to hang around.

Well, it's just that that was sort of a
strange thing to do. You know, I mean,

opening the door like that and all.

Most people would do that if they
haven't seen somebody for days, not

I thought I wasn't a suspect here.

Look.

Can I live with you?

Jim Parker was up at the house almost
every day for the past two nights.

At first, it was strictly professional,
nothing more than that.

Time goes by, we start to get attracted
to each other.

When she called and asked me to come
over, I got the distinct impression she

something more than business on her
mind.

Sex. That's putting it bluntly.

What's the matter? Couldn't you wait?

I've got to tell you something,
Sergeant.

I don't like your attitude.

It doesn't bother me.

I was on location 50 miles outside of
town the night the Karen was killed,

I'm sure you've checked out by now.

I then drove straight home, which my
wife and my daughter can verify if you

to check that out. So unless you've got
some specific reason for asking me, I'd

appreciate it if you'd knock it the hell
off.

I came here to try and help. I know
that.

And I appreciate it. I do. So does he,
really.

I've got a funny way of showing it. Can
I go now?

Yeah.

You know what, I'm...

Maybe I should have let you play good
cop.

When in doubt, hammer the witness,
right?

You hammered the witness right out of
the building.

Eagles, your idea wasn't a good cop, bad
cop. Besides, we got what we wanted. He

lied, which makes the story a little bit
more sensible now.

Yeah, and it gives us Alex Parker.

We've got material evidence, no alibi,
and a serviceable motive. Let's see if

can find somebody who can put him in L
.A. on the night his wife was murdered.

Hunter, homicide.

Yeah, just a second.

That's Alex Parker.

Yeah? He wants to talk to you.

Wait a minute. Why does he want to talk
to you? Why does he want to talk to me?

I'm on this case.

I don't know. Maybe you're not his type.
Give me the phone.

Yeah, this is Sergeant McCall.

Hello, Mr. Parker.

Uh, one o 'clock today?

Okay, I'll be there.

He wants me to have lunch with him at 1
o 'clock in his hotel.

With or without his attorney?

I don't know. He didn't say.

Probably without.

Why did he say that?

Tone of voice.

This wasn't a man setting up a meeting
between a cop and an attorney. It was a

man asking a woman to lunch.

Well, he probably thinks she'll cut him
more slack than I will.

Little does he know you're the alligator
of the two.

You got that?

Oh, listen, do me a favor.

When you get to the hotel, don't go to
his room. Call, have him meet you in the

lobby. I'm a cop, too, remember?

Is it my move?

That depends on the mood.

Why didn't you want my partner here?

Oh, hunters are burned out.

There's nothing left there but a hard
nose.

What am I, a piece of cake?

No, not at all.

I just thought that I'd have a better
chance of opening your mind.

It's not closed.

Well, then why do I feel like we're
getting into a debate?

I'm a cop and you're a suspect. It goes
with the turf.

That's kind of a shame.

Now, Hunter knocked me for a loop
yesterday when he said that I was your

suspect. Is that still the case?

Yes, it is.

Well, then we all have a big problem.

Because I didn't kill my wife.

You could have told me that over the
phone.

Because I've made you believe it. What I
believe is irrelevant. It's a matter of

evidence. It terrifies me that you and
Hunter have already decided I killed my

wife.

That means you're not even looking for
whoever did.

It fits that right now all of the
evidence points to you.

May I explain something to you?

Karen and I were deeply in love for ten
years.

Even after our separation, we remained
the best of friends.

So no matter what evidence you may have
against me, the fact remains I didn't

kill my wife.

And if you and Hunter won't do anything
about that, then I will.

Such as what? I'll hire the best
investigative firm in this city and...

Have them do the job you and Hunter
won't do.

Did Karen have any boyfriends?

We never talked about it. What about
before you separated?

No, no, she loved her work.

And she got very successful.

Neither one of us paid much attention to
our marriage.

It died of neglect.

Not because of another man.

We just got a statement from Dennis
Stone.

He says that he was on his way to
Karen's...

apartment for sex not business you're
serious that's what he said no i i

saw mr stone karen wouldn't have gotten
within 10 feet of him if they were

locked together in a freezer you sound
pretty sure what made you say that she

told me about him she didn't like him
he's lying

Sounds like old Alex really put it to
you, huh?

What do you mean?

You've been caught.

Oh, come on. Will you look? The guy is
right.

He's right. We were zeroing in on him
and nobody else.

Need I tell you that in a homicide,
unless it involves dope or crime, 70 %

the time it's the spouse that's killing.

I know that.

But I have a really strong feeling here.

Look, you ever hear of women's
intuition?

Yes, from my grandmother. She had a
fruit stand in New Jersey. She also

in ghosts.

So do I.

And my woman's intuition is telling me
that maybe Alex Parker did not kill his

wife. Wasting your time.

We've almost got enough on Parker for
the DA as it is. I'm going to go out and

try to get the rest.

If you want to go out and try somebody
else, be my guy.

I will.

Buckle up.

Don't worry about him.

He's really such a meatball.

I'm Jody Stone.

Hi, Dee Dee McCall. Thanks for agreeing
to see me today.

Oh,

I see that. He likes you already.

Hello.

No! Shame on you. Now go lie down.

Go on.

Sorry about that.

Purebreds can be so unpredictable.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, why don't we go around back?

Front hall's still being redecorated.
Such a mess.

I'm not ready to get out of the pool.

Come on, you got to get ready, Stacy.

I'll get ready when I'm ready.

Excuse me a second.

Another's work, you know?

Stacy?

Get out of the pool.

Mom.

Right now.

Don't you do this to me.

I'm sorry.

That's twice I said I'm sorry.

Come on inside.

Would you like a drink? A soda?

Uh, no. Thank you. I'm fine.

Oh.

They have a lot of pictures here.

Unusual shot.

That's from Dennis' movie, Night Shock.

That's where Dennis and I met.

Stacy had a pretty good part in that.

Well, then Dennis isn't Stacy's father.

No, we've only been married a couple of
years.

But he takes care of her like his own
daughter.

So he directs and you manage Stacy's
career, huh?

No.

Stacy hasn't worked since Brian and I
got married.

I mean, he doesn't believe that kids
should work, especially in show

But I have been keeping her skills good
and sharp. I mean, she's not going to be

a kid forever.

Mrs. Stone, I have something that's a
little difficult to say.

It's bound to come out, so I might as
well tell you.

So her husband came to us and made a
statement that he went to see Karen

to have sex with her.

Sorry.

Drink?

No, thanks.

I tell myself it doesn't bother me.

This isn't the first time? No.

My husband is a film director.

Do you know how often he gets
propositioned by beautiful women?

Karen? No.

She had too much class for that.

I was very realistic when I married
Dennis.

I promised myself I wouldn't get upset
about the occasional other woman because

that kind of thing sort of goes with the
job, you know? She won't wear her

shoes. You don't have to wear shoes.

It's too warm out.

I don't have to wear shoes, Mom.

It's okay, Maria.

I haven't seen you around here before.

Stacy, this is Didi. Hi, Stacy.

Are you the new decorator? No, dear.

Didi's a friend.

Must be a new friend.

You better hurry up, dear. You don't
want to be late for Mrs. Talbot. I hate

Mrs. Talbot.

She smells like bathroom spray.

Stacy! All right, Mom.

You have any kids, Dee Dee? No.

Don't be in a hurry.

Death Sergeant took that message down
from one Sergeant Dee Dee McCall from

Alex Parker.

He said he had something extremely
important to tell you.

Well, what can I say, Hunter? He doesn't
want to talk to you. He thinks you're a

burnt -out cave.

Very perceptive.

How'd you do with Ms. Stone?

He corroborated his alibi.

Well, does he suspect anything else?

No, not really. What about you?

Well, I did some real police work today.
I took Alex Parker's picture and passed

it around the neighborhood.

Anything? No, not yet, but somewhere in
that neighborhood is a little old lady

who saw everything. I'm going to find
her.

What do you mean, a little old lady? Why
does it have to be a little old lady?

It's always a little old lady.

Yeah, hi, this is Sergeant McCall.

Yes, I have something very important I
have to tell you.

Okay, hold on a second. Go.

Well, I really don't want to say it over
the phone, but it is important.

Where are you? This isn't a hotel
number.

A client of mine left for Europe this
morning, and he called me up on the

and he said, you built this place, live
in it.

It's in Malibu.

Malibu, huh? Well, that's kind of far
away from here. You sure you can't tell

over the phone?

Positive.

Besides, I've just been down to the
rocks.

And I've harvested a full bucket full of
what the Spanish call precipice.

I was hoping that you could share them
with me.

I don't even know what they are.

They're an absolutely indescribable
delicacy. You just have to taste to

What's the address?

It's 33 -42 -8 Pacific Coast Highway.

You won't be sorry.

Now what, dinner in Malibu?

Yeah.

It's something he can't tell me over the
phone.

What, you want backup?

No, you don't have to worry about that.

Really, I don't think the guy's
dangerous at all. Not at all. Everyone

is.

You just keep looking for your little
old lady.

Barnacles? Not barnacles.

Percibate.

Percibate? Percibate. They look like
barnacles to me.

Well, to the untrained eye, perhaps. But
in Spain, you pay about 70 or 80 bucks

for a bunch like this, if you can find
them. And Spanish vino de casa.

House wine.

Yep, good and cheap.

Sounds good.

Here's to barnacles and cheap wine.

I'll drink to that.

Not to digress, but didn't you say you
had something important to tell me?

Yeah, these will be ready in a minute.

I got a call from Karen's mother today.

Karen wrote her a letter about a month
ago. She's going to bring it by

Remember I told you that Karen told me
that she didn't like Dennis Stone?

Yeah. Well, now we have more than just
my word on that. According to Karen's

letter, the only person in that whole
house she could stand was a little girl.

She found her lonely and afraid and in
desperate need of a friend. And as for

Dennis Stone, she was, quote, Counting
the minutes until the job was finished,

she found him absolutely revolting.

And his wife, weird.

So now we know for a fact that he lied.

Well, actually, all we really know is
what Karen told her mother.

Why would she write that to her own
mother if it wasn't true?

Why couldn't you tell me that over the
phone?

Because of the percebate, of course. The
percebate.

With her now.

Ready.

Why didn't you show me this?

You weren't supposed to see it yet.

It's not ready.

It's not ready. This is... This is
beautiful.

Too beautiful.

What can I say?

I have a beautiful country.

I'd better go.

You don't mean that.

Yeah, I do.

I've had a great time.

I'll be getting Karen's letter.

Well, you can send it to her.

Or better yet, you can come here and
pick it up. How is it? If you want the

letter, it'll be here.

Answer of the day, fresh muscles.

Oh, hello.

Look at that. They look great.

So what do you think?

Well, I think it's pretty obvious your
wife thought Dennis Stone was a jerk.

Which means he's also a liar.

It is the first point in your favor,
though, Alice.

Aside from the fact that I'm not guilty.

I believe you.

That leaves Sergeant Hunter.

Yeah, well, he's out looking for a
little old lady.

What?

Never mind. He's not going to find her.

Come on.

Tide's coming in.

Hello? It's for you.

Hello?

Hunter? Get up and get your clothes on.
We got another murder on our hands.

Who?

Dennis Stone.

You know, for once, I happen to agree
with the M .E.

Whacked on the back of the head.

You see these cute little bruises around
his nose and mouth?

A hand was clamped over them until his E
.E .G. went flat.

That's exactly how Karen Parker was
killed.

Yeah, then he was propped up behind the
wheel of his car and driven over the

side of the mall.

When did this happen?

M .E. figures three, maybe four this
afternoon.

No witnesses?

A couple of teenagers found him about 8
.30.

Ruined their whole evening.

Yeah, mine too.

Hollywood's gonna miss you, baby.

Him, not you.

What time did you get to Alex's?

About 5 .30.

Which means you're right. He would have
had the time to have done it, but why

would he?

Dennis Stone must have had a lot of
enemies, you know? Look, whoever killed

Dennis Stone also killed Karen Parker.
Same M .O. If we thought we had two

suspects before, we've got one now.

Well, let's just not jump to any
conclusions here.

McCall, it's a fact on a growing list of
facts.

The man that I just spent the evening
with was not a man who had just

a murder.

Well, let's not jump to conclusions.

Damn it, Hunter!

I'm gonna go and try and find out where
Dennis Stone's wife was this afternoon.

His wife? Why?

Because you said it yourself.

Seventy percent of the time, unless
there's doper crime involved, the spouse

guilty. And this spouse is weird.

It's three o 'clock in the morning.
You're not going over there now, are

No.

I'm not going over there now.

I'm gonna go home.

I'll talk to her later.

Talk to you later, too.

No good, huh?

Hunter, I pushed so hard for a minute
there, I thought it was you.

Both the housekeeper and the daughter
said that Jody Stone was at home the day

her husband was killed.

She didn't even tell the little girl
yet. She doesn't seem to think she'll be

able to handle it.

You know, there's something very bizarre
about that entire household.

Sergeant Hunter?

Yeah.

Uh, my name's Dean Ford.

Hi, how you doing?

Judge McCall. Hi. Hi.

What can I do for you?

Well, I was just waiting to get a
haircut, and I happened to pick up this

newspaper.

Well, the article says this guy claims
he was at Santa Barbara Friday night.

So what?

Well, uh, pretty sure I saw him in L .A.
that night.

Where?

I drive a limousine for City Light, and
I dropped a bunch of kids off at a party

near Westwood, and, uh... Had a couple
hours to kill, so I cruised up to Roy's

Smokehouse for a burger.

It was kind of a hangout of mine.

You're sure it was this guy? You're
positive.

You're absolutely sure it was this man?

Well, I was coming out of the bathroom,
which is back behind the phones there,

and this guy was just hanging up.

He turned around, and we practically
bumped into each other. He said, excuse

and I got a real up -close look at him.

I think I just found

my little old lady.

That's him. The one on the end.

You're absolutely sure?

No doubt about it.

I saw him right up close.

That's the guy.

All right.

Thank you, Mr. Ford.

That's it?

That is for now, Mr. Ford. You're a
material witness to a murder.

If we could have your address and your
phone number on that piece of paper.

If you decide to leave town, please call
us.

Send him back.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Well?

Not enough, guys.

It's not a prosecutable case.

Not yet.

I think we're handing you a damn good
case. Come on, Captain.

No district attorney in the state is
going to take a guy that looks like that

front of a jury on the strength of what
you've got.

Wait a minute. We've got material
evidence, no alibi, a man who puts

Los Angeles the night of the murder.

Which means Parker lied. What more do
you want?

I think they call it the smoking gun.

Oh, yeah, the smoking gun.

Yeah, hello

Who is it? It's Alex.

I don't want to talk to you. Dee Dee,
for God's sakes, I gotta talk to you.

Come on, open the door.

Please.

Well, I can't talk to you like this.

It's too bad you're not coming in.

My lawyer told me that someone placed me
in Los Angeles on the night that Karen

was murdered.

That's right. Well, whoever that person
is, is lying.

Sure. Damn it, Dee Dee, someone is
setting me up.

You know, you said that to me the first
time we met.

It wasn't enough just to get me on your
side, though, was it? You had to get me

into your bed. What was that for, so you
could have me completely under your

control? No.

I thought...

I was falling in love with you.

You finished?

No, not quite.

I want you to look at me and tell me
that you honestly believe I killed my

and then killed Dennis Stone.

I believe it.

Here you go, my friend.

Just the way you like it, with a little
twist and line.

What can I do for you?

I want to ask you a couple of questions.

You know a guy named Dean Ford?

Oh, sure, I know Dean. He drives a limo.
Comes in here all the time.

Was he in here last Friday night?

Now, that I couldn't tell you.

Me and my old lady flew to Vegas.

Took the weekend off.

But you normally work here every Friday
night, right?

Oh, yeah, yeah, and I wish I had work
last Friday night. I lost $600.

Just like that.

Okay, thanks.

Stay out of Vegas.

I'll do that.

Hello? Yeah, Mr. Ford, Sergeant Hunter.
How are you doing? Yeah, what can I do

for you?

Well, in going over my notes here, I
realized I forgot to write down the name

the restaurant in which you saw Alex
Parker last Friday.

Uh, Roy's Smokehouse.

That's in Westwood, right?

Yeah. Was there anything unusual that
occurred? Anything you noticed that you

thought might have been out of the
normal?

No, not really.

What was the name of the bartender?

You mean Jim.

Jim, Jim, yeah. He was there Friday
night, right?

Yeah.

Well, good, Dean. That helps me out.
Thanks very much. You've been a big

Open up.

Boy, you don't look very good.

Thank you.

You're not answering your phone. How
come?

It's because I don't want to answer the
phone.

Well, get your clothes on. Let's go.

What? What, do we have another murder?

No, not another murder.

The guy lied.

Who lied?

The limousine driver.

He wasn't at the restaurant like he said
he was, which means Alex Parker wasn't

there either, so let's go.

What? Yeah.

Evening. You folks call for a limousine?

Yeah.

Hey, man, you can't do this. Oh, yes, we
can. Get over there.

Freedom is right. You have the right to
remain silent. If you give up the right

to remain silent, anything you say can
and will be used against you in a court

of law. You have the right to have an
attorney present. And if you'd like to

have an attorney before we speak to you,
I highly suggest it. Yeah, well, I'm

going to get you up in police brutality.

Well, if that's the case, then I might
as well kick your brains in. I think you

get the idea.

You lied to us, man. Your bartender
friend was out of town Friday night.

Which means you're either the murderer
or someone paid you a lot of money to

lie. What you do?

I don't have to tell you anything.

No, no, I know you don't. You don't have
to. You can call your attorney after we

book you for murder. Come on.

You said it was important.

Yes, it is.

You're under arrest, Miss Stone.

Charged as murder.

You all right? Yeah, go find the girl.

Stacy? Stacy?

Stacy, it's going to be all right, huh?

Shh. It's going to be okay.

It's a good dog. It's a good boy.

Stay.

The limo driver turned out to be Jody
Stone's boyfriend. She paid him five

to tell us that story.

She denied that. In fact, she's denying
everything.

Wouldn't you?

Humor me, Hunter.

Why did she kill Karen Parker in the
first place?

I don't know. You what? I don't know.
You booked the suspect on suspicion of

murder. You don't even have a motive?

That about sums it up.

What the hell do you have?

Look, my guess is Jody told her husband
she killed Karen Parker. Dennis decided

to cover for her. Then she kills her
accomplice.

That makes a lot of sense.

Look, when Dennis realized he was an
accessory to murder, he got scared. Jody

decided to be safer if he was dead.

That's all speculation, Hunter.

You got less on Jody Stone than you had
on Alex Parker.

Jody Stone paid her boyfriend $5 ,000.

Dependent murder on an innocent man.
Now, only a murderer would do that.

How about Alice down in Juvenile? She
wants us down there fast.

to tell anyone.

He said if I told, we'd all be sent to
prison.

And can you tell us now?

I can't.

Stacy, have you told anyone else?

Did you tell Karen Parker?

found out she hit me a lot she said
never to tell anybody again

well honey can you tell us now will you
tell us what you

told karen it's okay it's okay honey go
ahead

when i was working on that movie i did
it

his trailer and he started taking off my
clothes and he took off

his what

about what about after

after he married your mom he did it a
lot

Hi. Hi.

Can I come in?

Sure.

Leaving, huh?

Going home.

Is that a barber?

Alice, I don't quite know how to say
this, so I'm just going to say it. Dee

I... Me first, okay?

Okay.

I was so wrong, and I am very sorry.

You just did what you thought you had to
do.

And it hurt me more than I want to say,
but I do understand.

It's something I want you to have.

Oh.

Well.

Just a little something to remember me
by.

Remember you by, huh?

You know, Alex, I was thinking, um, I
was, I was hoping maybe we might be

able to, uh, I don't know, try to give
it another shot.

Dee Dee, what happens? Like a big wall
between us.

You didn't build that wall.

Circumstances did, but it's there.

And I'm just afraid it'll always be
there.

Yeah, I know. I thought about that
driving over here, too.

And I, I understand.

I don't know, you may be right.

But will you do me a little favor?

I'd like you to have lunch with this
friend of mine.

Her name is Dee Dee McCall.

She's a pretty nice gal.

I know that she would be more than
willing to make the drive to Santa

tomorrow.

Nothing too fancy, just... lunch, just
to, uh...

meet for the first time?

I think I'd like that.

Me too.