All language subtitles for Watch Masquerade (1988) - Free Movies - Tubi

Hit it!

Go! Drive!

Suck it up, Jeff!

Jack, harder!

Ready about!

Hard alee!

Let's go, guys! Come on!
Bring it in! Get the jib!

Cannonball is
outpointing us.

Trim it!

- Hold back.
- Trimming the jibsheet now!

Let's go! Come on!

I need more helm.
Traveler up.

- OK, guys.
- Cannonball!

- Move it!
- Hold it down!

- Get it up!
- Watch the boom!

We got 'em.
I think we got 'em.

Come on. Come on.

Hit it! Go! Hit it!

Drive! Suck it up!

Shit!

(Cheering and laughter)

Be at Four Winds at 6:30.

- Mr. Morrison...
- I won't spend money to lose.

It takes a long time
to get a boat right.

She kicked ass
to windward.

Yeah, she did that.

She'll be awesome
when we get her tuned.

If I'm not
in the poorhouse!

Hi, Jillian.
This is Tim Whalen.
Jillian Wyles.

- Hi.
- Well, I'm out of here.

Obsession's spending
the summer in the yard.

Tim's staying with her.
Anybody have
a garage apartment available?

I'll ask around.

Got to keep
my captain happy.

This is the first summer
I've looked
forward to in years.

He really trusts me.

Who?

Your husband.

CG? (Laughs)

Thank God.

It's not that painful, is it?

No, that's the problem.

It feels too good
to stop.

We could always
give it a try.

Maybe we should
stop this.

Or maybe this.

Wait.
Wait, wait, wait.

What?

You want your
birthday present,
don't you?

You remembered.

That's more
than my husband did.

You want me
to put these on?

I can't bite them off
if you don't.

(Woman)
Olivia Lawrence.

Marjorie Little.

Kathleen Monahan.

(Low chatter)

Hey, Liv.

Mike!

How are you?
Get in.

- What's this?
- I'm a cop.

Yeah, I can see that.

I thought you
were studying law.

I did. I worked hard,
took the state
police forensics course,

and now I am the law.

When did you get in?

Last night.

You seen anybody?

No. I've been in
the house all day.

(Radio) It's 547 Broadway.
547 Broadway on
the fifth floor.

I'm sorry
about your mom.

Thanks.

Headquarters to 209.

That's me.

2-0-9.

Respond to Le French Crepe,
Main and Hampton.

Theft of service. 10-4?

10-4.

It's a ditch and dine.
I gotta roll.

First major crime wave
of the summer.

OK.

(Man) Yep.
Launch dropped them off.

Two minutes later,
six people are dead.

Harbormaster said
they never knew what hit them.

Your old man's
a barrel of laughs.

Two or three
propane explosions
each year.

No sense getting killed
because of a $5 piece of hose.

Why don't we take
a look right now?

Thanks, Sam.
If he needs it, use it.

I heard
Obsession's gonna be in
most of the summer.

Morrison's doing
200 thou's worth of work.

Jesus!

If I wasn't doing it,
I'd swear his
captain was in for a taste.

He told me to take my time.
Only use the best.

Maybe he wants
a summer in the Hamptons.

I gotta go.

Did you ever meet him?

- Who?
- Tim Whalen.
Morrison's captain.

I heard of him.
I never met him.

I know
I've seen him somewhere.

You coming
to dinner this week?

How's Wednesday?

I'll tell your mother.

See you later, Pop.

How you doing?

Hey, Tommy.

Captain. I got some parts
for you to look at.

(Light music and laughter)

May I see
your invitation, sir?

It's all right, Mike.
He's with me.

Nice to see you,
Mrs. Morrison.

I didn't see your name
on the invitation list.

I'm crashing.

You look incredible.

Thank you.

Have one on me, OK?

OK.

I understand you're teaching
at the club.

I just started.

My two granddaughters
already have mad
crushes on you.

Oh, there's someone
I want you to meet.

The Lawrence girl.

Terrible about
her mother, huh?

Olivia Lawrence,
Tim Whalen.

And of course,
you know Brooke Morrison.

Hello, Mrs. Morrison. Hi.

Nice to meet you.

Well, Tim,
dance with this young lady

while Brooke and I gossip.

Mrs. Chase...

Shh. It'll be good for you.

Come along,
Brooke, darling.

(Band playing As Time Goes By)

Would you like
to dance?

Who was the guy
you were dancing with?
Boyfriend?

No.

Good.

2-0-9. Headquarters to 2-0-9.

2-0-9.

Resume normal patrol
until 0100. 10-4?

10-4. I'll be in
in 10 minutes.

Put some coffee on
for me, Bernadette.

10-4.

You ever been
to the Hamptons before?

No. Mr. Morrison's had
Obsession down south
since I've been on her.

Me, too.

You ever meet
a man named Gateworth
on the southern circuit?

Yeah. He's a real jerk.

He's here tonight,
over at the bar.

He's my mother's
last husband.

I guess I put my foot
in my mouth.

I should have worn
my mint-flavored shoes.

In Bermuda, he rammed me
coming into the harbor.

He shouldn't be allowed
to tail a jibsheet.

You sail.

Since before I could walk.

Would you like to
go out sometime...
on the water?

Are you a member at the club?

Uh-huh.

You should come down.
I'm there every day.

(Song ends, polite applause)

Yes. Time to go.

How about Wednesday?

Wednesday's great. 2:00?

OK.

Hi.

Looks like
you two got along.

She's a nice kid.

She's the richest nice kid
on the east coast.

Really?

The only thing
money's good for
is to make a boat go faster.

Hi, Tony.

When did you get here?

Huh? (Drunken laughter)

(Woman) That Tony Gateworth.
He's drunk again.

He's never sober.

Well, well, well.

Please don't
embarrass both of us.

I'm not the one
climbing all
over boat niggers.

When did you start
chasing white trash?

I don't.

Milady.

Save your breath.

I don't care
what the offer is,
the answer is no.

All I'm asking is
that you talk to
Theodore Cantrell

and try to
work something out.

You think I'll give up Aspen
or Hobe Sound or summers here?

Forget it.

Anyway,
my dear, you know your mother
wanted me here with you.

You fooled her.
You never fooled me.

Hi. Anne Briscoe.

You must be
Tony's stepdaughter.

Yeah. Olivia Lawrence.

Darling, could you send
somebody to the cleaners
to get my dress?

Alberto will be
happy to do it.

What is
the princess's problem?

A little bitch.

(Giggles)

(Olivia) Not only is Gateworth
living off my money

but he's trying
to run my life.

Unfortunately,
this office drew up the will.

Short of his remarrying,

there's no way
to keep Gateworth
out of the residences.

Maybe I should
buy a house.

You already
own eight, Olivia.

They're not mine
as long as he's there.

Key money?

How much does he get
from Mommy's estate?

228,000 last quarter.

If you married, your husband
would be in the same situation

once you had a baby.

The child would
inherit your estate,

and your husband
would be
generously provided for.

Gateworth gets
a million a year.

He won't need key money.

It's not enough.
He's usually in trouble
six weeks into the quarter.

How?

If you lose $112,000
in three days
in Atlantic City,

you can probably
use extra cash.

Could he ever get back in?

Not if he signed a quitclaim
against his
right of occupancy.

Let's try it.

I'll see what I can do.

You realize,
though, if he says no,
there's nothing we can do.

(Olivia) You really like
that movie?

I love that movie.

It's been ages since
I've been to the movies.

I feel like I'm 16 again.

Those were fun summers.

What are you
going to do?

I don't know.
Maybe I'll...

Graduate school.
Maybe travel for a while.

Try and figure out
what I want to
do with my life.

Do you remember
when we were 12?

The summer I taught you
how to sail.

Summer before that.
What you told your mom.

That we would get married
when we grew up.

I guess some dreams
don't die.

It's the wrong dream, Mike.

You're right.

All right,
get out of here.

I'll see you on Friday.

Bye!

That was great!

That was boring.

I didn't think you'd come.

I didn't think I was going to.

Well, you're right on time -
to the second.

It's a little problem I have -
compulsive promptness.

Maybe we could
take my boat out?

- Great.
- OK.

- She's beautiful.
- Yeah.

She's no Obsession
but she was
Daddy's pride and joy.

When did he die?

When I was 12.

Mrs. Morrison says that
your mother died recently.

Yeah. A couple of months ago.

Both my parents were killed
in a plane crash
eight years ago.

We should be getting back.

You want to take her?

OK.

(Olivia) Ready about?

Hard alee!

Wanna grab a beer?

We can get one
at my house.

Where do you live?

Dune Road.
Longview Cottage.

(Tim) Cute cottage.

My grandparents
built it in '28.

They had a house
in Bar Harbor,

but Gramps got tired
of spending summers alone.

- Shit!
- Who's that?

Gateworth's girlfriend.

Anne Briscoe,
Tim Whalen.

- Hi.
- How do you do?

I'm doing fine.
Nice to meet you.

Just can't stay away
from the help, Olivia?

I don't want
to listen to this.

Then you listen,
Romeo.

You keep sniffing
around my stepdaughter,
you'll be out of a job.

I'm talking to Cantrell.

Talk to your heart's content.
I'm not leaving here.

(Tim) I should
be getting back.

Good idea. Get back
and hump Brooke Morrison.

I'm sorry about that.

Don't worry about it.

Would you like
to have dinner sometime?

Go out?

Well, I'm not much of a cook.

Sure. I'd love to.

- Friday?
- OK.

Listen, about what
Gateworth said...

Oh, that's none
of my business...

I spend a lot of time
with the Morrisons

and all I know is
she's really in
love with her husband.

How long had you been
on Morning Star?

Three years.
Skipper for the last two.

A good boat
but I couldn't win with her.

Thank you.

When Mr.
Morrison offered me Obsession

I jumped at the chance.
Thanks.

You were awfully young
to be on the helm.

I was the youngest captain
on the Southern
Ocean Racing Circuit.

Do you race?

I've beaten every guy my age
from Montauk to City Island.

Any ocean racing?

Nobody ever
gave me a shot.

You'd be too much
of a distraction.

Ah! (Laughs)

(Tim) All I
really wanted to do
was sail.

I barely lasted
two semesters at college.

The day classes ended,

I ferried a one-ton
from Santa
Barbara to Palm Beach.

Daddy would have
really liked you.

She changed husbands
as often as she changed cars.

She had three
in eight years.

But Gateworth,
he was by far the worst.

What was she looking for?

I don't know.

I think she wanted someone
to love her for her.

That was
a really good movie.

Why are we whispering?

I don't know.
It sort of feels
like we ought to.

Good night.

Your mother made it clear
she wanted me to
keep an eye on you.

What I'm seeing would
make her spin in her grave.

From Virgin Mary
to Mary Magdalene
in under a month.

I don't want to
talk about it.

I want you to
stop seeing him.

You'll embarrass me
and the family.

I will? You've been
an embarrassment

ever since you
conned my mother
into marrying you.

Don't you ever touch me!

I'm going away
for the weekend.

When I get back,
I want the boat
nigger out of your life!

(Door slams shut)

I hate him.

I really hate him.

Look on the bright side.

At least we'll get to spend
the weekend together.

At my house.
I'll give
the staff the weekend off.

God, I want to kiss you.

I've been warned
against public displays
of affection on club property.

(Man) Lobster roll!
Pick up!

Lobster roll!

(Waitress)
Everything OK over here?

(Woman) It's very good.

(Waitress) Two lobster rolls
and a chicken-fried steak.

(Man) Erin,
you bus number three.

Sorry I'm late.

What do you know
about him?

He's from California.

Both his parents are dead.

He has a married sister
in San Francisco.

He loves sailing
as much as I do

and he's the first man
I've ever been
comfortable with.

We have too much money.
You know that.

He doesn't care
about that.

If he really doesn't care,
grab him.

Ones like that
are as rare as your father.

The important
thing is to establish
a psychological dominance.

Once she sees
you can handle me,

she'll be totally
dependent on you.

Just be careful
with that gun.

I'm not about to hurt the guy
who's going to
lay the golden egg.

Come on. Cheer up.

A year from now,
the late Olivia
Lawrence-Whalen's

grieving husband and
stepfather will both be
on the Forbes 400.

I have a better idea.

Well, I'd just love
to hear it.

There's so much money,
maybe we'd be better
off with her around.

Forget it.

Look, I think the heat
will be too much.

Think? You don't think.
I think. You perform.

The only way
this deal goes south
is if you fuck it up.

You want out? Fine.

You're on the first bus
to Palookaville

and I'll find
another gigolo.

You think she'll fall
for whoever you drag in?

She fell for you,
didn't she?

Hey, we can get
everything we want,

maybe more,
by keeping her healthy.

I'll make it real simple.

You're either in now,
or you're out.

And you even think
of fucking with me,

she's gonna know
your whole life story,
the real one.

You got that?

Yeah, I got it.

Well, that's better, partner.

More coffee?

(Groans)

(Banging downstairs)

What was that?

What's wrong?

I heard something.

You fucking little whore!

Bringing this garbage
into your mother's house?

- That's enough!
- Shut up!

- Give me the gun!
- I said stay away from her!

Look, calm down.
Nobody wants...

I'll blow your...

For God's sakes, Tony!

(Gunshot)

You f...

Is he...?

Call the police.

My God...

Do you...do you realize
how this is going to look?

They're gonna think
we planned this.

Yeah.

You've got to go.

You go.
I'll call the police.

What will you say?

I don't know. I'll say...

I'll...I'll say that...

I was here alone,
and he came in,

and I thought
he was a burglar.

And you just happened
to have a gun.

That's Tony's gun.

I'll say, I got it from
his night table earlier,

nobody was
in the house...

It won't work!

It will work!

It was fired point blank.
They can tell.

Then I'll say that...

I'll say that he tried
to rape me.

Nobody can prove
I didn't do it!

Yes, they can!

- How?
- Guns leave
powder on your hand.

They can tell
you haven't fired one.

Let's just call the police
and tell the truth.

Now you have to go.

There's no way
they'll believe us
if we both have...

powder on our hand.

God. I'm going to be sick!

I love you.

I love you.

Hi.

You're awfully late.

Yeah, I had to stay late,
settle them down.

I even promised Abrams
he could get off the foredeck

as soon as Obsession's ready.

We don't get many
nights together,
you know.

I know. What can I do
to make it up to you?

Taking off your clothes
would be a good start.

Affirmative, 17. 187
at Longview Cottage.

And he fell
after you kicked him?

I grabbed the gun...

Gateworth's gun.

And...
Yeah, I got it from his room
this afternoon.

Worried about local burglars.

And the staff had
the weekend off so I...

God!

You OK?

Yeah. Is he gone?

He's gone.

It was just an accident.
It was...

What about
the second shot?

I don't... It just went off.
My hand jerked.

OK. It's OK. I told you,
I just have to ask.

He told you he'd be gone
for a week.

He comes back at night, drunk,
tries to attack you.

- You were terrified?
- Yes.

This will have to go
by the DA,

but this is going to
be justifiable homicide.

Do you want to go someplace,
call somebody?

Yeah. I'd like to go over
to Holly's place.

OK.

You listen to me.

Don't say anything to anyone
except your attorney, OK?

You know the press,
they'll be all over you.

I don't want you
to have any problems,

because Gateworth
sure wasn't worth it.

Thanks, Mike.

Come on.

Joe.

Will you please take
Miss Lawrence over to
Holly Morgan's residence?

- Have
the detectives been here yet?
- Uh-uh.

(Man, distant) Yeah.
That's right.
Get that as well.

Did that show anything?

Nothing.

The wall's clear, right?

Theodore Cantrell.
I'm Miss Lawrence's attorney.

You were
the investigating officer?

Yes, sir.
This is my chief, Ed Wells.

Lieutenant Wacker,
Suffolk County Police,
homicide.

Why wasn't
Miss Lawrence arrested?

On the weapons charge?

It was my decision
because
the weapon was licensed.

We met with
the District Attorney
this morning.

Unless new
evidence is forthcoming,

we don't anticipate
filing any charges.

I'm going upstairs.

Lieutenant.

I'll be outside.

Thank you.

County police are letting us
work this one alone.

I've known the Lawrence family
my whole life.

My father helped
build this house.

Now, Mr. Cantrell, the DA
doesn't want to see
Olivia Lawrence's picture

plastered all over
the National Enquirer,
and neither do I.

Know what I mean?

I was so scared.

If the DA goes
along with this,
we're home free.

He lay there for hours.

If anything goes wrong
I'm coming forward.

That's the worst thing to do.

It was self-defense.

They'd think we
were in it together
or you were lying.

This is going to
ruin everything, isn't it?

It was an accident.

The only way it's
going to affect us
is if we let it.

Yeah. I'm sorry.

A man was murdered
and you're not doing anything!

There's not one
scintilla of evidence
implicating Miss Lawrence.

That is the most insane...

For Christ's sake,
she shot him!

Look, Tony was no saint,
but this isn't right.

It's just not right.

Unfortunately, you're simply
not in possession
of all the facts.

Well,
maybe you'd better fill me in
on all the facts

before I go to
the state Attorney General!

Did you know
that Mr. Gateworth

was going to return
to the Hamptons this weekend?

No.
He wasn't supposed to be back
until Tuesday.

Were you aware that
he'd made advances
toward Miss Lawrence before?

That's ridic...

What, did she tell you that?

No, ma'am.

Two members of the staff
observed incidents
on separate occasions.

I don't believe it.

We do.

On the night that he died,

Mr. Gateworth returned home
in the middle of the night,

entered his
stepdaughter's bedroom
and attempted to rape her.

She defended herself.

He had
a blood-alcohol level of .15.
He was quite drunk.

It doesn't make sense.
He hated her.

Rape's a crime of violence,
ma'am,
not affection.

It's so hot in here.

Mr. Gateworth's
death was regrettable
but he wasn't murdered.

What about the boyfriend?

What boyfriend?

Her boyfriend.

What, you don't know
about him?

It figures.

A professional sailor.
Tony despised him.

What's his name?

I don't know!
I only met him once!

But I'd sure as hell
talk to him!

Know anything
about a boyfriend?

No, sir.
I'll check it out.

Jesus!
Just what I needed.

There wasn't anything that
indicated someone else had
been in the house?

No, sir.

Alberto.

Alberto?

Hi, Mike.

Social call?

I wish it was.

You have a new boyfriend.

I shouldn't be
telling you this.

Gateworth's girlfriend's
making all kinds of noise.

Says he hated the guy
you've been going out with.

Now, is there anything else
you want to tell me?

I told you exactly
what happened.

I don't think
you told me everything.

I asked around. You've been
seeing a guy named Tim Whalen.

He has nothing
to do with this.

You two had dinner
at the Colombe D'or?

- So?
- You didn't leave
till after 10:00.

And we got here by 10:30
and Tim left by 11:30.

Liv, I know
you couldn't kill anyone.

You're good.
I'll give you that.

You're really good.
You had me fooled.

- It wasn't like that.
- Look. It's no contest.

I'm married, and she's got
$200 million.
You hit the jackpot.

Come on, I mean,
you know how much
I care about money.

I wouldn't believe you
if you told me water was wet!

You stay away
from me, all right?

One more thing...

I was out with Olivia
the night
Gateworth was killed.

The police may want to verify
my whereabouts
around midnight.

- Are you crazy?
- Just tell them the truth.

I was at your
place from 11:30 on.

You know what will happen
if this gets out?

Like I said, if it comes up,
tell the truth.

That's all I'm
gonna tell them.

There's no reason for me
to get into all that
other stuff that you told me

and get
perfectly
innocent guys involved.

You prick.

Brooke Morrison?

Whalen wouldn't name her
until I suggested
he killed Gateworth.

And?

She confirmed it.
He was there from 11:30 on.

You believe her?

She'd love to
cause him problems.
He dumped her.

That's that.

Except for Anne Briscoe.

I told Mrs. Morrison
I'd try to keep
her name out of it.

No problem.

If Briscoe doesn't
keep her mouth shut

we'll have to show her
how we know he's not involved.

I'll tell her
the case is closed.

That may not do it.

I mean, suppose Gateworth
was killed an hour earlier?

What are you trying to say?
He walked in on them?

Yeah. Maybe, yeah.
And they got into
some kind of beef.

- You got any proof?
- Not yet.

Then I don't want to
hear about it.

You grew up here!
Christ,
I have to draw you a picture?

- No, sir.
- All right.

He's absolutely perfect...

I mean, aside from the fact
that he's gorgeous

and he's charmed the pants
off the family.

He's obviously
crazy about you,

and that's the only thing
that really matters.

- I love him.
- No kidding.

- Uncle Charlie,
this is a great wedding.
- Thanks for coming.

- Thanks for inviting me.
- Nice to meet you.

- I'll get the car.
- OK.

- Your friend
made quite a hit.
- I knew he would.

Could I make a suggestion?

- Why? What kind?
- Let me run a check on him.

I need him a lot more
than he needs me.

- Thanks.
- Bye-bye.

So what's the Deering story?

Oh, er, Nina was two years
ahead of me in school, and...

(Laughs)

..Lex is a stuffed shirt.

He's the type
who'll meet somebody

and then he'll go home and
check if they're in
the Social Register.

- She seemed nice.
- Yes.

They had to get married.

Nobody has to
get married today.

Catholics do.

All three of the Kaiser girls
were shotgun.

- Daddy's right.
- About what?

- Champagne.
- What'd he say?

"Makes girls dance
and drop their pants."

Milk? Sugar?

No.

Maybe a little
something stronger?

No, thank you.

Look, Miss Briscoe,

there's no one who'd rather
pin Gateworth's murder
on Whalen than me,

but I can't do a thing
without proof.

(Scoffs) Give me a break.

Nobody in this town
is going to rock that
little bitch's boat.

That's not true of me.

Yeah?
Well, I've got something,
but I'm going to the papers.

Let's see how she feels
about that.

I really hope
you don't do that.

Going to the media
will just prejudice
a criminal prosecution.

I know everybody
in this town.

I know the summer people,
the winter people,
the poor people.

Yeah. So?

One of my poor friends
was in Carlson's diner

the day that Tony died.

Tony walked in,
sat with some young kid,
and they had an argument.

Did your friend
recognize this kid?

No. He never saw him before,

but he'd recognize him
if he saw him again.

It was that sailor.
I know it was him.

So either you do something...

or I'm going to.

- What's your friend's name?
- Uh-uh.

You get that
Keystone Kop police chief
to reopen this investigation,

I'll bring my friend in.

(Olivia) Marry me!

- What did you say?
- You heard me.

Olivia...

A simple "yes"
would be fine.

You know I love you.

Jesus! Forget it.
Pretend I never said it.

There's nothing in the world
I'd rather do, I...

I just don't think
you know enough about me.

You rob banks
or something?

- Bounce checks.
- For a living?

When I quit school,
I got caught with no money.

I wrote a lot of bad checks,
spent 30 days in jail.

And for that,
you won't marry me?

- There's something else.
- What?

Gateworth was right
about one thing.

I did have an affair
with Brooke Morrison.

When did it stop?

The day I met you.

Look at me.
I have nothing.

I have three
pairs of Top-Siders,
some foul-weather gear.

- Not even a credit card.
- Do you love me?

Yes, but we shouldn't
get married yet.

I have nothing to give to you.

By the authority vested
in me by
the state of New York,

I now pronounce you
man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

(Phone)

Don't go anywhere.

Hello.

Hi, Mr. Fitzgerald.

Yes.

It's true.

Yesterday afternoon.

No, we didn't tell anyone.

What did she write?

That's not true.

All right. We'll see you here
tomorrow at ten o'clock. OK.

What's wrong?

Gossip columnist
got ahold of the wedding.

She wrote that
you're the boyfriend

Anne Briscoe's
been screaming about
all over the Hamptons.

There's nothing
to panic about.

I'm only worried some
prosecutor will press
for a murder indictment

if Miss Briscoe
keeps shooting her mouth off.

I think you two
should draw up new wills.

If I could get
a list of assets...

You're looking at 'em.

This is out of my league.

I'll let you talk to them.
Excuse me.

CG Morrison is very upset
with you.

Says you've cost him the best
damned helmsman on the SORC.

- What do you think?
- I think he's
a superb sailor.

I hope he'll be
as good a husband.

(Radio) We have
a 489 in progress.

Check the car.

What's the deceased's name?

Anne Briscoe.

She might have
changed her mind.

She was really clawing
at the belt.

- What time?
- Between midnight and two.

I want an autopsy ASAP.

- What am I looking for?
- Cause of death.

Shortness of breath.

- Don't fuck with Dick Tracy.
- There is a suicide note.

Right, a typed suicide note,
unsigned.

Real convincing.

OK, guys.
You can go get her.

Did you bring a body bag?

Hi.

Good morning.

You slept late today.

Yeah.

I sleep like a baby with you.

(Phone)

I'm going down to have Mr.
McGill
do some work on Masquerade.

(Maid) Phone call,
Miss Olivia.

Mr. Cantrell.

Thank you.

Hello? Hi, Mr. Cantrell.

Jesus! When?

No, we...

Yes, I will.

Thank you.

Anne Briscoe killed herself
last night.

- Six by six or nine by nine?
- (Sam) Nine by nine.

All right, here you go.

- That's a 16".
- Yeah.

- What did Whalen want?
- He's checking on Obsession.

She'll be in the water
in six weeks.

He's still
working for Morrison?

Yeah, but I'm not complaining.
Now he's buying for two boats.

What's wrong with Masquerade?

Propane line.

They're going to be
cruising in the fall so...

he wanted it checked.

That guy's a phony.

Well, if you ask my opinion,
I don't think he
won the grand prize.

That kind of money's
its own prison.

- Lock me up.
- Mike.

You know what's funny?

I know I could have
made her happy.

I know it.

You can drive yourself crazy.

Not me, Pop.

Son of a bitch!
It was worth every damn penny!

- She gonna start winning?
- She'll kick ass.

If you come south
and race her.

Doesn't Olivia have a house
in Florida?

Hobe Sound.

You really want to
turn this boat over
to somebody else?

That's a low blow, Mr.
Morrison.

Whatever it takes to win.

By the way,
Mike McGill came
over the other day.

He was asking a lot
of questions about you.

That cop hates you.

I noticed.

Be careful.
I remember him
from the marina.

He's been in love
with your wife for years.

Talk to her.
Come to Florida.

How would you like to
go to Florida next month?

Obsession's sailing better?

Unbelievable.

And Mr. Morrison wants you
to do
the Southern Racing Circuit.

He knows we can win big.

- I have no objections.
- You don't?

It would be quite pleasant
being pregnant in Florida.

You know how
I've been
feeling yucky lately?

Well, I went to see
Dr. Morton yesterday,

and he didn't
know what was wrong
so he ran a pregnancy test...

But you've been on the pill.

Yeah. It happens,
not very often,
but it does happen.

God, you're upset.

No, I'm stunned. I...

I mean,
I just can't believe it.

I'm very happy.

You are?

You are?

Yeah.

I said fine.
I'll be there tonight.

Yeah. Yeah.

OK, I'll see you.

Does this mean
what I think it means?
This weekend?

- It's stupid meeting here.
- Chill out.

Nobody comes up here at night.

We have to talk.

Talk?

What's there to talk about?

I can't kill her.

When you
improvised with Gateworth
that was fine.

50 percent's better than 33

but I'm not letting you
get 300 million
all for yourself.

I don't give a shit
about the money.

Right.
That's why you married her.

Look, it's gonna
work out perfectly.

Like you said,
everybody knows I hate you.

Christ, even the lawyers know
I hate you.

I clear you on
accidental death,
nobody's going to question it.

She's pregnant.

Jesus Christ.

Once the baby's born,
it gets the money,
so it's over.

I don't give a fuck
if it's triplets!

I have done too much
for this.

I spent a whole year
setting this up.

I'm not gonna do it.

Listen up, my friend,
because you'll
only hear it once.

You're gonna do her,

and we'll split
a shitload of money,

or you're going away
for murder.

Really?
What proof do you have?

You forgot one thing
in that bedroom -

a glass with
your fingerprints all over it.

That puts you there
that night.

Ten to one I walk
if it goes to a jury.

I don't want to
take your money
and your life.

There's more evidence
that's real conclusive.

You planted something,
you cock...!

Just give me
a fucking excuse.

It's either her...

or you.

You just want her dead.
That's what this is all about.

Happy birthday.

What's that smile for?

I'm just happy.

I'm so happy.

It's only 7:15.
What's the rush?

It's a surprise.

Hello, Raymond?
Bring it around.

Well?

Do you like it?

I love it!

(Engine racing)

(Laughter)

Saint-Tropez etait vraiment
tres bien l'ete dernier.

- Pardon?
- Saint-Tropez.

You'll come out
of a sharp left-hand curve.

There's a big elm
just past the apex.

Without a seat belt,
she's history.

You wear yours,
you'll be OK.

Hey.

What are you worried about?

A month from now
you'll be able to
buy Ferraris in colors.

Don't kill me.

(Engine dies)

He just got it this week.

(Engine revs, tires screech)

- You're a fucking dead man.
- Just relax, all right?

Relax.

You're gonna have
plenty of time to relax.

I figure, like, 15 to life.

- You're going
down for Gateworth.
- I have an alibi.

Maybe.

But what about
Anne Briscoe?

You killed Anne Briscoe.

According to
the evidence I found,
you killed her.

Your move, Romeo.

Look, I told you I'll do it
but I won't crash
into a fucking tree.

I could have been
killed myself.

Fine.

My old man says Masquerade's
already had problems
with its propane line.

It would be clean, easy.

Disconnect
the propane flexihose
at the stove,

roughen the edges with a file
like a rat chewed it,
caused a leak.

- A rat?
- Yeah, a rat.

I'll put a big rat onboard.

They'll find it
in the wreckage.

Accidental death guaranteed.

It'll be tough
getting her on the boat alone.

Bullshit.

Tell her you'll meet her
there at a certain time.

She's always on time,
to the minute.
She knows her boats.

She sees the warning light,
hits the pump...

boom.

When do you leave
for Florida?

Next Thursday.

I'm glad you're home.

Brooke Morrison wants us
to have dinner tomorrow night.

- You sure you wanna do it?
- Uh-huh.

Yeah.

What's past is past.

- I had a wonderful evening.
- We'll see you tomorrow?

Yeah. Meet on the Obsession.

Is there a bathroom
I can use?

- Up the stairs,
first bedroom.
- Thank you.

Let's hear from you.

I love you.

Very sweet.

Truce?

You'd like that,
wouldn't you?

I'm glad you came up.

- Really?
- I wanted to thank you.

I mean,
I know about you and Tim
and with him sailing Obsession

I think it's better
if we all remain friends.

I really don't think
you know the half of it.

I don't know what you mean.

I'm sure you don't.

Gateworth died around 11:30,
didn't he?

You and Prince Charming were
already an item then,
weren't you?

We were seeing each other.

Seeing each other?

It was a little
bit more than that,
right, sweetheart?

I just thought
you might want to know.

While you were plugging
your stepfather,

your husband was plugging me,
and he was great.

Olivia.

I wouldn't trust the prick,
if I were you.

Is it true?

Olivia,
of course it's not true.

- You said it
was over by then.
- It was.

- Are you sure?
- She told you a time, 11:30.

You know where I was.

I can't be in two beds
at the same time.

Brooke is
a hopeless alcoholic.
She's also insanely jealous.

She's just doing this
to get back at
me and hurt you.

- It really hurt.
- That's what she
wanted it to do.

Don't ever lie to me.

Hey, Mike.

- What's up, Sam?
- Just replacing the Barient.

Whalen said it had to
be done by tonight.

I thought they weren't leaving
until next week.

They moved it up.
They're heading
south tomorrow afternoon.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.
That's what he told me.

(Hissing)

- You feeling OK?
- Do I look OK?

- Morning sickness?
- Oh. Yeah.

Oh, God.

We don't have to leave today.

No, everybody says if
you're going to be sick,
you're going to be sick.

It doesn't matter
where you are.

No, let's just go.
I'm sick of this town.

One o'clock?

You gonna be on time?

I wouldn't miss it.

Well, I'll buy groceries.

I love you.

Good.

28.40, please.

Alberto.

- Mrs. Whalen around?
- I'm afraid she's out.

Mr. Whalen?

He left about an hour ago.

I'll wait around
for a couple of minutes.

- Hi, Olivia.
- Tommy, fill it up, please.

Yes, ma'am.

I know, Alberto. Did she call?

- 20 minutes ago.
- From the boat?

From town.
She'll be there at one.

On the nose.

Yes, sir.
And Officer McGill came by
looking for Mrs. Whalen.

- What did he want?
- I don't know.

He waited inside
for about ten minutes
and then left.

OK. Thanks.

Well, this is a nice surprise.

- I'll take you to lunch.
- Great. On you?

Sure. Anything you want
that's under a buck.

The Masquerade's
looking sharp.
I varnished her last week.

(Horn blaring)

(Truck's horn)

Olivia, get off the boat!

Tim?

(Hissing stops)

(Chatter)

If you get to talk to
any of those
paramedics at all...

Chief. What happened?

Propane explosion.

Lawrence's old sloop,
the Masquerade.

One DOA.

Olivia Lawrence?

- No, her husband, Tim Whalen.
- Tim?

Damn shame.
She's up in your
father's office.

Let's go.

(Sobbing)

Mike?

Oh, my God.

Why?

Why, Mike?

(Screams)

You bastard!

..and may Timothy Whalen
rest in peace. Amen.

Thank you, Father,
for coming.

- I'm terribly sorry.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Olivia.

Thank you for coming.

There's something
I have to tell you.

Tim came to see me
two weeks ago.

Why? What about?

To have himself
taken out of your will.

He made me swear
that I wouldn't tell you.

But with what's come out,
you have to know.

I think somehow
he wanted to have
all temptations removed.

I told him it was
against your wishes
but he was adamant.

He wanted nothing from you.

He loved you, Olivia.

However it started,
he came to love you.