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Oh. Hey, guys.

Oh, and you're going to throw a lot of trouble for nothing here.

Here.

All spiffed up, huh? Ready to dance?

Yeah.

Hey, it's too bad Kristen isn't here to dance with you, isn't it?

Wouldn't that be something?

You and Kristen just rolling around on the sand together.

Oh, by the way, have you been in touch with Kristen lately? Because I'm having

hard time trying to find her.

She gave her a message for me.

She can tell her that I can't wait to touch those nice tan legs of hers again.

Can you remember that?

Is

there

anything I can get for you, honey?

How about some pistachio ice cream that you like so much?

Oh, thank you, Mom.

Nothing.

The men who held you, A .J., did you get a good look at them?

No.

They were just beach punks.

Surfers?

Weightlifters.

Well, what about the one man who worked you over?

About six feet.

Well -built, flashly dressed.

Any distinguishing features, a scar or a tattoo?

No. I don't know. It was too dark.

I've been under that pier before. You can read a book at four in the

Hey, if he says it was dark, it was dark.

Abby, and you too, Rick.

What A .J. needs now is some rest.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

Didn't it make you suspicious a routine summons taking off and running like

that?

I didn't have time to think about it. How many times do you want me to

for getting my ribs caved in?

Honey, you don't have to apologize to anyone for anything.

I think she will be a lot more cooperative in the morning.

In my opinion, someone went to a lot of trouble to get him under that pier. And

I intend to do everything I can to find out who that someone is. Goodbye,

Abigail.

It's time for everyone to leave.

the residents of Scott and Kristen McCafferty were not able to come to the

at the moment.

You got the wrong room, fella.

No, A. Simon, 204.

Newt Med running some tests. Want you down in the microwave right now.

I don't care what your orders are.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

Mr. Simon, I don't want no trouble with you.

Good. I don't either, so would you get out of my room, please?

I can't do that.

See, I had this patient this week. Miss Deniri.

Old woman with gout. You want to help me with this, please?

Criped about everything.

Got me in all kinds of hot water.

Whoa.

Mr. Simon, you don't sound too good.

I can either go around you or I can go through you.

Thank you.

Thanks for telling me you checked out.

Look, I know we've had our differences in the past, but I got two dozen red

roses, a nice little card, and a box of bonbons out in the truck that I haven't

had the chance to deliver.

You know how much that stuff costs nowadays?

I mean, I would eat it myself, but I don't like bonbons.

You mind telling me what the hell's going on here?

Nothing's going on.

Whoa, wait a minute.

Rick, get out of my way. No, no, you gotta burr under your saddle about

something, and I'm not letting you out of here until I find out what. This

doesn't concern you.

Look, it concerns what happened under the pier yesterday, doesn't it? It has

absolutely nothing to do with that.

Then what are the speed loaders for? You planning a picnic with Attila the Hun?

This is personal.

I don't want you involved.

Now, I understand why you didn't want to open up in front of Mom and Mark.

There's nothing to open up about.

Can't you understand that? I just... I want some time by myself.

I get out of my way.

A .J.? Rick?

You have a problem with the English language?

The way you speak it, yeah. I don't want you anywhere near me, Rick. Well, I am

not about to just sit back and let you get ready to take on the 7th Cavalry.

That is precisely what you're going to do. And if you try and follow me out of

this alley, I'm going to run this mobile garbage pail of yours right off the

road. Do you understand me?

I didn't think I'd ever catch up with you. What makes you think you have?

Miss,

you can't come here, are you? I wouldn't go in there if I were you.

Uh, yeah, can I get back to you? The abominable snowman just crashed through

door. Thanks.

There's been a sign of my brother's assault.

Detective Lancaster.

Lancaster.

Couldn't find a worm in a bottle of mezcal.

Well, there's an arsonist doing time in San Quentin who wouldn't agree with you.

And what makes you think you have carte blanche to enter this office?

My brother just got the living hell kicked out of him.

Look, Rick, I have three brothers of my own, so I know how you feel, but that

doesn't give you the right to vent your frustration and anger on me.

Look, seriously, Rick.

A .J. is one of 15 cases on yesterday's slaughter.

Convince him to come in and give me something I can use.

Only you can't do that, can you?

You don't know where he is, do you?

That's not true. I talked to him less than an hour ago.

As you wish.

If you come up with something on your own, let me know. I'll be more than

to kick it into high gear.

Remember, we've had a lesson in this.

Next time you want to see me, knock, knock, knock.

Knock, knock.

Hello?

AJ!

Hi, Kristen.

My God, what are you doing here?

Sean Bracken's out of prison. I came to warn you.

I really can't stay here.

Kristen? My husband could walk in.

Kristen, did you hear what I said?

He beat me up yesterday.

That was a long time ago. I'm sure he's forgotten all about me.

I haven't.

Not for a day.

Neither has he.

He mentioned your name.

AJ, I'm sorry he hurt you.

But I really don't think he'll come looking for me.

Besides, my husband has...

A private security force that patrols the estate 24 hours a day. We've got two

separate alarm systems wired to the house.

Kristen?

He can't see you.

I want you to listen to me.

Please. AJ, I can't.

What's keeping you, honey?

Just a... a... a... a... a... a... a... a... a... My

flight leaves in two and a half hours.

Now, if...

I doze off at 40 ,000 feet. Yeah?

I want to be dreaming of you.

Well, let's make sure we give you something to really dream about.

The reason I ask is a couple of iron pumpers may have been involved in a

mugging.

I'm here on behalf of Sunset Beach City Council. I'd pure hate to have to shut

this area down just because a couple of bad apples are ripping off tourists.

All I want is a little information.

You're ruining his concentration. Yeah, well, that may be, but no!

You guys need to do some exercise to develop a sense of humor.

I only did this.

On a bet. See, my wife said I was too skinny to even walk in here with you.

See, Didi? Here I am, babe.

Hey.

What are you trying to do, give somebody a heart attack?

Your top?

Do I look like a cop?

Yeah.

We were just talking to those two muscleheads about the mugging under the

And?

Trashed this wheel in the sand, trying to dodge those two dudes.

They're real good looking, I'm afraid.

Tell me about it.

Do you know how much wheels cost?

Ten.

Twenty.

Forty.

Forty.

You better be great.

We're working for this real slick dude.

Beach slick or city slick?

Both. He's dressed like Don Johnson.

Gnarly looking face, though.

How come you remember this guy so well?

He's a 55 Porsche Spyder. I mean, same model James Dean ate.

Silver body, no windshield, no top.

Collectors on him. You never see people driving around.

You know your cars, huh?

And you're sure about this Porsche?

I'm curious.

I mean, there's like four or five in the whole city.

All right.

Thanks a lot. Sure.

Jeez, Rick, I can't believe I let you talk me into doing this. Settle down

you work me out of here in two shapes.

No, no, you don't get it. She's not like Brown.

She does everything by the book. Nixon, the book is only a poor substitute for

experience. You should know that.

James Dean, my butt. Look what that kid did to me. I got taken.

Sorry, Rick.

Gnarly face collector's item.

Now I know why W .C. Fields hated kids.

Well, I'm sorry it didn't pan out.

Got to be 50 Porsches on this list. Now what are we going to do to whittle them

down? Rick, I know my... Korea may not mean much to you. Nixon, where are those

nerves of steel? This is A .J. we're talking about. Now, reprogram this

Let's cross -check those Porsches and find out if any of their owners have

records. Rick, that's an invasion of privacy. We can't do that. Not without

probable cause, anyway. Lieutenant Marsh, sir.

I thought I told you to come directly to me if you found something concrete.

Well, damn it, I don't know how concrete it is.

I mean, it may be just, uh... A .J.'s in trouble.

What kind of trouble? I don't know. I don't even know where he is. He just

disappeared. I think he took off after the guy who beat him up under the pier.

Well, do you have any idea who the man was?

Abigail, I have spent half the day going through our old case files. I thought

maybe it was a grudge, but nothing clicked.

So I went back to the scene. I got a wild tip about a car, which may be

Quite frankly, Lieutenant, I am desperate.

Sergeant Nixon.

Yes, ma 'am. Sir. Ma 'am.

Ma 'am.

We're on the cross -reference for Mr. Simon.

I heard the woman. Come on. Go, go, go, go.

Goodbye again.

I miss you already.

I hate it when you fly.

I'll be back before you know I'm gone.

What are you doing?

Sorry, Christine. I wanted to show you.

Show me what?

If I can break in here, so can Bracken. The only way Sean is going to come

looking for me is if you tell him what we did.

He knows. He's had a long time to figure it out.

I want you out of here.

Now. I am not about to jeopardize my life for something that happened 17

ago. You are not safe in this house. Your husband's gone. You don't even have

any servants here.

The servants will be back on Monday. They're just gone for the weekend.

All right, well, I'll stay here till then.

Who the hell do you think you are?

It's either that or we go to the police.

A .J., you know you don't want to go to the police any more than I do.

We gotta talk, Mom.

What's wrong?

Sean Bracken.

How come nobody ever told me?

Bracken?

Oh, my God.

My brother puts a guy in prison for murder and nobody even bothers to tell

That was a long time ago. You weren't yet nine. Oh, sure, so just keep the

skeleton locked away in the closet.

Rick, you had problems enough of your own.

It was a terrible, terrible incident.

There was no reason for anyone to bring it up.

I'll give you a reason.

Bracken, he's out of prison, and I'm pretty sure he's the one that AJ worked

over.

Kristen?

What are you going to do, shoot one of the horses?

Why didn't you tell me you were coming down here?

I feed the horses every morning.

We had an agreement, Kristen.

Look, if you want to follow me around all day, that's your business.

Don't expect me to break my routine to accommodate you.

She was Egyptian priestess when we bought her.

I wanted something a little bit more personal.

She usually sighs away from men.

You spend a lot of time on your own, don't you?

What makes you say that?

I don't know. It's just something I sense.

My husband.

Bought her for me right after he merged his corporation with the Sendrick's

company.

It's a high watermark for him.

Well, that kind of money will buy a lot of gifts.

If you mean if he's generous, yes, he is.

But he doesn't buy me as much as you might think.

I'm very selective about what I want.

Sorry.

Look.

I know this is awkward for both of us. I mean, the only reason I'm here is...

It's...

I want you to know that even though it's been a long time... I've thought about

you, too.

So, whatever happened to you in law school?

I don't know.

It just didn't work out.

Another one of those things in life that slip away from us.

It's hard to accept, isn't it?

Dreams.

People you love.

Yes.

Shaving cream.

Mom, you got to tell me everything you know about that guy.

I don't know much.

I think AJ considered him a rival.

Surfing, girls, everything.

Bracken was king of the beach.

And he had Kristen.

Yes.

You didn't care too much for her, did you?

Well, I... Mom.

I didn't think she was good enough for A .J.

She was very pretty.

But fooling around with Bracken, even before the murder, everyone knew he was

trouble. And A .J. tried to warn her, but... The police report said that the

murder was tied to Bracken's drug dealings. What I need to know is, how

.J. wind up being a witness?

I think he went to the pier to have it out with Bracken

over Kristen.

He saw Bracken throw a body off the pier.

When the police found it in the surf the next morning, the boy's face had been

horribly disfigured with a blowtorch.

And A .J. testified against him in court?

Well, thank God he didn't have to. He went right to the police.

They had arrested Bracken, but were going to have to let him go for lack of

evidence.

When A .J. identified him, there was...

Some sort of plea bargaining for second -degree murder.

What happened to Kristen?

I don't know.

After the murder, she just disappeared.

Your brother was heartbroken.

Well, wherever she is, I gotta find her.

Because I've got a feeling that where she is, he is.

Good luck in college and the Supreme Court.

Mary Lou.

This is the only other area outside the house that's wired to the alarm.

It's on a remote.

Boy, this is quite the workout room.

Somebody's quite a lifter.

Well, it certainly isn't me.

Your husband has a very good reason for keeping himself in shape.

May I?

Don't you want to take your shirt off?

Well, you wouldn't want to get it all sweaty.

Hello?

Is that you, sweetheart?

No.

I miss you, too.

I'm always thinking about you, you know.

No,

I'm not going anywhere.

You can call me as many times as you like.

Me, too.

Kristen. Why didn't you come looking for me ten years ago?

Because after it happened, you didn't want to see me anymore, remember?

By the time I found you, you'd already become Mrs.

McCafferty.

You're going to ruin everything for me, don't you know that?

No.

Well,

I'm looking for an old friend of yours, Kristen Fornay.

All these years, and that girl is still one step ahead of me.

Who are you?

I'm Greg Simon. I'm a private investigator.

Hey, Simon.

Any relation to A .J. Simon?

Yeah, he's my brother.

Oh, hell, I'll be.

He's still cute. He wasn't high school. Oh, yeah, he's real cute. He's got this

little dimple, right? Well, it's not really a dimple. It's more like an age

spot, but in the right light.

So, how can I find Kristen?

Stand in line.

You're the second guy who's been looking for her this week.

Did your brother ever tell you about Sean Bracken?

He's the reason I'm here.

He was here a few days ago.

Surprised the hell out of me. I thought he was dead or something.

Looks like he's got lots of miles on him.

What'd you tell him?

The only thing I know.

Kristen's last name is now McCafferty.

She married a microchip millionaire her daddy's age.

I haven't seen her in years.

Um,

are these guys with you?

Uh,

Mr. City Council himself.

Still want to shut us down, Popeye?

Um, I gotta go now.

You tell that Robert Redford brother of yours to give me a call sometime.

I'm in the book.

You guys want to hear something real funny? No. No, I knew that.

Well, I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to take the money that I

from Didi and buy you guys around the clock.

Yes? This is Kristen Fornay.

Kristen! I want you to tell A .J. to leave me alone. I know he'll listen to

If my husband finds out we've been seeing each other, he'll... Kristen,

are you?

I need to reach A .J. You're both... Kristen?

Kristen!

She almost had a stroke on the other end.

Perfect.

Double this and you can buy my loyalty for life.

And maybe some more fringe benefits.

I don't have to buy your

loyalty, do I, Sherry?

I thought we had a better relationship than that.

Hey, you better put some iodine on that.

Don't want to get infected.

Are you suffering?

Do you mind? I always make a mess when I do it.

AJ. Yeah.

Do you remember that senior prom we missed?

You remember you had to climb under that old woody of yours and it leaked oil

all over your top?

Yeah.

One of the nicest nights in my life.

Kristen, that's a wonderful memory.

This doesn't feel right.

Sometimes the real problems start when something does feel right.

If this were the best of all possible worlds, what would you want right now?

It isn't.

Pretend that it is.

Don't be afraid to be honest with me.

would want very much to kiss you.

Then...

I

know you're feeling exactly the same way I am. No, Kristen.

I know how you feel about me. It's the reason you lied about Sean.

I lied because he killed a man.

And I loved you. He would have killed you next.

Think what you want. Hey, look.

This is not some game you play on summer vacation.

Bracken is out there.

And we cost him 15 years of his life. He's killed people. He has mutilated

people for less than that. Let go of my arm.

Your husband isn't an issue here. What are you afraid of? Why have you been

running all these years? For the same reason you have.

Oh, no.

No.

You used me. I did not.

I was willing to get on that stand and perjure myself for you.

And you couldn't even stick around long enough to say goodbye.

No, that's not the way it was. Yes, yes it is. You don't know anything about it.

You don't know the way it was.

I went to stay with my aunt in Oakland for weeks. I couldn't talk.

Gang's all here.

Take your gun out of your holster, AJ.

Nice and slow.

No.

Oh, come on, AJ.

You dropped the gun right there.

You don't have to be shooting anyone.

I'm the one you want.

I want you both.

Now, if you don't want to see this beautiful face all over this wall... No.

She has nothing to do with this.

Oh, yes, she does.

She's got everything to do with it.

If she hadn't told you what happened that night on the pier, I never would

gone to prison.

I had such a long time thinking about how to get back at you two.

Yeah, it's really too bad you're not going to be around tomorrow.

Read the papers.

You know what the headlines are going to read?

Grizzly murder, suicide.

Yeah.

Beautiful wife of an old rich tycoon trapped in a loveless marriage and the

lover twice forsaken.

Driven to an act of tragic jealousy.

Shoots her!

And then takes his own life.

It'll never work.

Won't bet.

It's gonna work real fine.

Ah, you've got two plane tickets on the midnight flight to Mexico City in the

name of Mr. and Mrs. A .J. Simon.

They're in your glove compartment.

And your suitcases are all packed, too.

They're in there.

Bon voyage.

Yeah. I had one of my girls make a little courtesy call to your mom.

She said her name was Kristen.

Your mom believed her.

She said, my only regret is that I won't have any more time to spend with you,

my sweet.

God, you know, you look lovely as ever.

Hey.

Drop it, cowboy.

Hey, don't be stupid.

You let us walk out of here, nobody dies.

I mean, you don't want to die, do you, Kristen?

It's a real good time for a little public confession.

What do you say, A .J.? You want to purge yourself first before I purge

What exactly do you want me to say?

I want you to tell your war hero big brother just how you lied through those

perfect pearly white teeth to put me away.

I lied.

I lied to put you in prison.

You hear that, cowboy?

You hear what your boy cop brother said?

Tell him more.

Tell him you weren't even on the pier that night.

You tell him!

I wasn't there.

I wasn't there.

I didn't see it.

You didn't witness anything.

She did.

She saw the whole thing.

But she didn't have the guts to go to the cops.

So she told you and let you do her dirty work.

What do you think of that, Catboy?

I think it was a small price to pay to put away a piece of scum like you.

So what'd the letter say?

She told her husband everything.

She realized that she probably should have told him right from the start.

Well, all's well that ends well, right?

Now you get a chance to take the stand for real.

Rick, I wanted to tell you. I know. A lot of times... I know. I know you. I

how it must have eaten at you.

But the guy was guilty. You knew it. We're not exactly talking about Pat

here. It doesn't matter, Rick.

If he hadn't copped the plea, I might have gotten up on the fan. Hey, Jeff,

stop. You'll never know, will you?

So why kill yourself, Wondering?

Because it matters.

Because... A .J., you are the most honest man I know.