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(brooding orchestral music)

(group laughing and chattering)

- He's riding a pony by himself!

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continues)

(children laughing)

(group chattering and laughing)

(group chattering and laughing)

(car clunks)

(group chattering and laughing)

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continues)

(soft jazz music) (group
chattering)

Mommy.

Mommy!

(group chattering and laughing)

- Uh-huh.

There she is, my birthday girl!

- It's my day, too!

- Yes, of course it is. It's
your day, too.

- No way! I was born on this
day, not her.

- Mm. - Mommy!

- Uh, let's see, let's see.

Um, here's the thing.

It's Sarah's birthday. She's the
birthday girl.

But it's your day too,

because you get to be the sister
of the birthday girl.

- Very good.

- And when it's my birthday, you
get to be my sister.

- I'm always your sister.

- That's it.

(children yelling)

(group chattering)

- Hello, Elaine.

- Sonny!

Excuse me.

I'm glad you could make it.

Grant?

I'm sorry. (chuckles)

You remember Sonny Vincent.

He did that wonderful article on
you for "Fortune".

- Of course I do. Nice to see
you again.

- Some place.

- Thank you.

- You still have the house in
LA?

- Oh, yeah. We're back and
forth.

- Well, thank you for the
invitation.

- Grant, why don't you introduce
him to Cynthia?

So he can charm some dirt out of
her.

- Okay. (Elaine chuckles)

This way.

I really liked that article you
wrote.

- No, no! - Come on!

- [Tommy] Abby, leave me alone!

- [Elaine] Abby. Abby, what are
you doing?

Abby? - No!

- Why were you pulling at Tommy?

- I said he could kiss me.

- You did? - And he said no.

- Oh, I see.

Well, you know, you can't force
someone.

- But I want him to.

- That, my darling, is life.
(chuckles)

- As a woman.

(Elaine chuckles)

- Why don't you go ride the
ponies? Okay?

I've gotta feed them before
there's bloodshed.

- I just heard you invited
Grant's son.

- Yes. What could I do?

- Well, which one is he? I've
never met him.

- (sighs) My darling stepson,

right over there by the tennis
court.

- Now, how could you hate such a
specimen?

- Oh, I didn't hate him. He
hated me.

I've taken years of abuse.

Now, I hate him. (Katherine
chuckles)

- Introduce me. I want to see
this firsthand.

(Elaine chuckles)

- Well, there's Daddy's wife.

- Ross, I'd like you to meet my
friend Katherine Thomas.

- How do you do? - It's a
pleasure.

Any relation to Ed Thomas? - Oh,
yes, he's my husband.

- How do you know Ed?

- I don't know him, but he's on
my dad's board.

They do a lot of business.

- Hey, everybody! - We're here.

- We have finally made it. - Oh,
no, Richard!

What did you do this time? - Oh,
it's nothing.

Hi, Ross. - Hey, Uncle Rich.

- Veronica. Come on. - Oh, don't
blame me.

- I mean, this is not even the
gift.

- It's the helmet for the gift.

- Mm-hm. - Oh, come on, you
didn't.

- Oh, he did. Yes, he did. -
Yes, I did.

- I tried everything. I yelled,
I sulked, I whined.

Didn't work. He bought her a
motorcycle.

- Oh, my- - Dirt bike.

A little dirt bike.

- Boy, you never spoiled me like
that, Uncle Richard.

- Oh, yes, we did.

Only you were so spoiled, you
never noticed.

(Richard chuckles)

- Hey, where's my brother
anyway?

- [Elaine] Oh, I just saw him go
into the house.

- Yeah? Okay. - Get yourselves a
drink.

- Hey, good idea. Come on, sweetheart.

- See you later. - See you all
later?

- Bye. - Bye.

- Mrs. Sanders, we've got a
problem.

- Oh, well, why not?

- The caterers did not bring the
cake.

- The leaves are yellow! (chefs
arguing)

- Mrs. Sanders, I am so sorry.

This swine left the cake on the
loading dock,

and this imbecile at the office-

- She knows. What, do you think
I didn't tell her?

- Yes, yes, I know. Thank you,
Roberto.

Don't worry!

If we have to, we'll put some
candles on the pate.

- Yeah. - Uh, I'll take care of
it.

May I have the number? - Huh?

- The caterer's number? - Si,
the, the number.

Si, I, I had it here.

I don't know where I put it here
a minute ago.

I, I don't know where-

- Here, here. You always forget
you have pockets.

- (chuckles) I always forget I
have pockets.

- [Caller] Grant, I need to see
you.

- [Grant] I told you before. I
don't want to say it again.

- [Caller] Just talk to me,
please. Grant, please.

- [Grant] No, not here. Not ever
again.

(phone clicks)

(phone keypad bleeps)

- Catering. - Hello.

This is Elaine Sanders. - Oh,
hello, Mrs. Sanders.

- It seems you have a birthday
cake belonging to my order,

which I've been told is sitting
on your loading dock.

- [Caterer] I'm very sorry, Mrs.
Sanders, but listen-

- No, you listen!

In 10 minutes, we start singing

"Happy Birthday" to my daughter.

If the cake isn't here, lit and
delicious,

the party is on you.

I think it would be cheaper for
you to buy a new truck.

- [Caterer] Yes, ma'am.

(phone slams)

- Hi, sweetheart.

Everything all right?

- Minor drama in the kitchen.

(birds chirping) (horse neighs)

I never saw her before.

- When did you get it?

- This morning's mail.

- Now, look, let's don't go
crazy here.

We don't know if this is a
malicious prank or if it's true.

Now, what do you think? -
(sighs) What do I think?

What kind of stupid question is
that? What do I think?

I think my husband is having an
affair

with a 20-year-old slut.

- Now, you don't know that's
true!

- Oh, yes! (sobs)

Yes, it's true.

I heard him on the phone the
other day,

telling someone not to call him
at the house.

A woman.

I didn't put it together, until
that came. (sighs)

It's true.

- Now, why would she send the
photograph?

- Blackmail?

To break up my marriage?

I don't know! I really, I really
can't stand this. (sobs)

- Honey. Honey, I'm so sorry.

- Happened again. - I'm sorry.

- I feel like he's abandoning
me.

- Come on.

First, my father.

Now Grant.

(Elaine sniffles)

Does that sound too crazy?

(Elaine sighs)

(horse neighs)

I told Henry to trim those a
week ago.

I can't stand it when things get
overgrown.

- Well, if that's all that's
bothering you,

let's just get out our clippers.

Come on, honey.

You gotta deal with this. Decide
what you're gonna do.

- (sighs) "Do"?

That implies I have some control
over things.

- Well, you have control over
where it goes from here.

- No, I don't. I don't have
anything!

He was always there for me. I
was his girl, his baby.

- "Was"?

Elaine!

Come on! She's just a-

- 20-year-old tramp. - Yeah, and
that's all.

A lot of men look for that. A
childlike woman.

It makes them feel younger, like
they're in control again.

- I was his baby.

- It can't be serious between
them, for heaven's sakes.

Look, before you make any
decisions,

you gotta find out what this is
about.

- I know what it's about. -
What?

- I just don't...

I just, I just don't want it to
happen!

- Then tell him.

You gotta work this out with
Grant.

You've gotta fight for him.

(crickets chirping)

- I didn't want this ever to
happen.

I've been living with it for
months.

The only relief was that, uh,
you wouldn't know about it.

It was over. It would never
happen again.

- How do I know that? - Because
I swear to you.

- [Elaine] (sighs) What's her
name?

- Adrianne Arness, I think.

- You think?

You think?

- I told you, it was one night!

I met her!

It just happened!

- Nothing just happens, Grant.
Where did you meet her?

- That surprise party for Ross.
The one you wouldn't go to.

She was just another girl.

- You slept with one of your
son's friends.

- No, no, no, no. She wasn't a
friend.

I don't think Ross even knew
her.

She was probably a professional.

- Oh.

- Oh, honey. - Oh, God.

- It meant nothing. - No.

- It was nothing. - No, no, I
can't.

- It was just one night and- - I
can't let go of it, Grant!

It hurts too much!

(birds chirping)

(horse neighs)

- So, go ahead. Take all the
time you need.

Grant will give it to you. He
adores you.

- He used to.

- No, he loves you now more than
ever.

- Because of the children.

- No! Stop it.

What is the matter with you,
Elaine?

- Me? Why are you taking this so
lightly?

- I'm not!

Listen, this is a very painful
thing,

and you are entitled to feel
anything and everything.

But it is an affair, not a
nuclear holocaust.

It wasn't even a decent affair.

It was a one-nighter, for
heaven's sakes.

- What, if it's once, it doesn't
count? It doesn't hurt?

It's only a little betrayal? A
little rejection?

- No, but life is full of
rejection.

You've gotta put it in
perspective.

I'd kill for your marriage.

And mine ain't bad.

- I just can't let it go.

- Elaine, buy a doll, stick pins
in it,

but don't blow your marriage.

- I didn't. He did.

- Picky, picky, picky.

Okay. (chuckles)

If you really can't let go of
it,

have something of your own.

- Oh, come on.

- [Katherine] I'm serious! He
gave you the license.

- I don't wanna have an affair.

I want Grant.

He's the only thing I ever
wanted.

- You have him.

- Until the next time.

- There won't be a next time.

He's afraid of losing you.

- Is he?

(melancholy orchestral music)

God, I can't go through this
again.

(melancholy orchestral music
continues)

(car door clicks open)

- Didn't know you were gonna
come in today, Mrs. Sanders.

- Oh, it's all right, George. It
was a last-minute thing.

- You gonna stay all week?

- I'm not sure yet.

(melancholy orchestral music
continues)

(clock ticks rhythmically)

(clock ticks rhythmically)

(melancholy orchestral music
continues)

(traffic hums and whooshes)

(car door clicks open)

(car door slams)

(car starts)

(engine revs)

(patrons chattering) (gentle
jazz piano music)

Thank you for coming.

I need you.

I'm on my way home, Grant.

If I don't hit traffic, I'll be
there by nine.

We need to put things back
together.

(crickets chirping) (owl hoots)

I nearly made the worst mistake
of my life.

- I was so worried, Laney. - I
don't want anyone but you.

- I did make the worst mistake
of my life.

I almost lost you.

(brooding orchestral music)

This week, I looked around at
everything we have.

There was nothing.

Everything that meant so much to
me.

Nothing.

Laney, if I ever lost you-

(Elaine mumbles)

(brooding orchestral music
continues)

- [Sarah] Oh, Daddy. Oh, Daddy,
please!

- [Abby] Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy!

- [Sarah] Please! You said
someday we could go with you!

- Someday.

- [Sarah] It'll be like we're
not there!

I'll just sit at your desk and
color.

- Now I know why we named her
Sarah.

This was your finest
performance, Ms. Bernhardt.

- [Sarah] Daddy!

- Well...

What do you think?

- Well- - Yes, yes!

Say yes! I'll be your best
friend.

- Will you run in the halls?

- [Sarah] I never run. Abby
does.

- [Abby] Do not.

- I tell you what.

If you're ready and in the car
in 30 seconds, you can go.

- Yes! - Wait a minute.

I need some hugs. Okay?

Let's go. (chuckles)

- Sweaters! - Oh, good.

- It's hot! - Ah, nevermind it's
hot.

You can catch a cold in air
conditioning,

and then you can't go swimming
and you cry and whine.

- Now, be good and don't make
Daddy crazy.

- [Grant] There you go.

(Elaine sighs)

- I don't envy you this day. -
Piece of cake.

I tell you what.

Why don't you come to town
tonight, and uh,

we'll go to that place they
love?

- I can't. I'm chairing the
library club meeting tonight.

I wish I could.

- (sighs) All right. I'll see
you later.

- [Elaine] Okay.

- Ah. Where you going?

Bye. - Bye.

- Okay.

(horse neighs)

(car door slams)

(car starts)

(children yelling over each
other)

- Ladies, can we get a little
work done around here?

- Yes, sir!

Shh. You're gonna get me fired,
you guys.

I'll be with you in just a
second.

- [Sarah] He's not here right
now!

- Mr. Sanders' office. (laughs)

How are you doing? We're great,
we're great.

We're managing. We're managing.

Oh, just, just a minute.

(phone buzzes)

- Hi.

Save me!

- I warned you.

- Only kidding. They're having
the time of their lives.

So is Madeline. I think.

- Well, we'll know, if she comes
back.

Oh, Grant, I forgot I made the
girls

a 10 o'clock dentist appointment
tomorrow in the city.

- Oh, okay. We'll stay in town.

- What about dinner? - I'll take
them out.

We'll see you at the house in
the morning, huh?

- Done.

I'll miss you.

I'll be in by nine tomorrow.
Bye.

(phone clacks)

(traffic hums) (horns honking)

- What do you call a giant ant?

- What do you call a giant aunt?

- A gi-ant.

(Grant laughs)

- Hi, Grant.

(ominous music)

- Hi.

Hey, I won't bite.

These must be your little girls.

- That's right.

- Hey!

How are you?

You guys look so pretty in your
dresses.

(camera shutter clicks)
Beautiful.

It's really good to see you.

(camera shutter clicks) (ominous
music continues)

I really missed you a lot.

You look great. (chuckles)

(camera shutter clicks)

- Thanks.

Bye bye.

- Bye.

(engine revs) (brooding
orchestral music)

- Morning, George. - Good
morning.

(birds chirping)

(ominous orchestral music)

(Elaine sighs)

- [Grant] Honey, you all right?

- Where are the children?

- They're in the park with
Geraldo. What are those?

- You tell me.

- You don't think it's true, do
you?

- Those are my children, that is
my husband,

and that is his hooker.

What's not true about that?

- Laney, whoever's doing this is
hoping exactly for this.

Because of one night with
Adrianne,

you won't believe a thing I say.

Is that what we want? - No.

No. I want this not to have
happened.

- Well, it did.

And that woman apparently
doesn't want it to end.

- It didn't end. - Yes, it did!

I ended it! Months ago!

I was taking the kids out to
dinner last night.

We were leaving my office
building.

This woman comes up,

and acts as though we're long
lost friends,

apparently for the camera.

I said goodbye to her. It's the
last I heard from her.

- After you put the girls to
sleep, did you go out again?

- Yes, I took my usual walk. I
was back in an hour.

No, I have no witnesses.

No, I did not go to Adrianne's
house.

No, I did not beat her up!

But I have no proof.

But I hope

that the people who know me

will believe me.

- I believe you.

(Grant sighs)

- I love you.

- What does this woman want?

- Money, probably.

- Somebody beat her up.

- No, no. I think that was the
setup, too.

- What if she's crazy?

- She's not crazy.

(sighs) I have to go and see
her.

- No. - Find out what she wants.

- No. I'm afraid she'll try to
set you up again.

- She's not going to let go.

- We could ask someone to look
into this for us.

- Private investigator?

- No. No, I've heard too many
horror stories.

- Gotta call Arthur.

- He's a lawyer. What can he do?

What about Sonny Vincent?

- Sonny?

No.

Not his field.

- (sighs) He's an investigative
reporter.

This is what he does. He must
have sources.

I'm gonna call him. All he can
say is no.

(footsteps clacking)

(traffic hums and whooshes)

(car door slams)

Thank you, Sonny.

- Well, I haven't done anything
yet.

- Yes, you have. You're here.

- This...

This is how us working slobs do
it.

(patrons chattering)

- Ah.

Wow.

This is cute.

- Cute?

You wanna eat first or you wanna
talk?

- Eat. I need to work up to
this.

- Good. Follow me.

- Okay.

- The food here is great.

I hope you're not gonna pick at
some lettuce.

- I might.

- Uh-uh.

I like to see a woman eat.

- How do you feel about fat
thighs?

- You like dumplings? I love
dumplings.

Cabbage, kasha, like my mother
never made.

- (chuckles) Oh, Sonny.

We can feed India with all this.

- Napkins, napkins.

- What do I look like? An
octopus?

- You gotta concentrate. There
is serious business here.

(warm music)

What do you want to drink? Beer?

- Anything.

- They make their own beer here.

- Water or coffee. It doesn't
matter.

- No serious talk until we
finish eating, okay?

Keep the change.

(warm music continues)

- Well, I, I can't. I give up.

I give up.

- You did me proud.

Okay.

Ready, willing, and able.

- Okay.

The, the quicker, the better.

A few months ago, Grant met this
woman at a party.

Her name is Adrianne Arness.

They had a brief-

- Yeah.

- Anyway, uh, he wanted to end
it, and she didn't.

We need to find out about this
woman.

Just see what she wants.

- What's he want with this?

He has perfection.

(Elaine chuckles)

- Thank you.

- Is he still seeing her?

- No. - You believe him?

- Yes.

- You believe he didn't do this?

- Yes, of course I do.

- (sighs) Um...

Look, uh...

Elaine, this isn't really my
bag.

I mean, I cover organized crime, honey.

You need a PI.

- Sonny, please. Grant's a
public figure.

We can't take a chance on any of
this getting out.

- No, no. I can find someone
that's really good for you.

- No.

Please.

Please, Sonny.

- Okay. I'll look into it.

I'll try to find out what I can
about this woman.

- Okay. - But, uh...

Once I look into it, I approach
it openly.

That includes the possibility
that Grant is somehow

involved.

- He isn't. I know that.

- We talked about Grant.

How are you doing with all this?

- (chuckles) Oh.

Well...

I was angry.

I am angry.

It's not exactly an ego boost

for your husband to have an
affair.

(Elaine chuckles)

I feel a little used up.

Second team.

- Nothing about you is used up
or second team.

- Oh, boy. (chuckles) I really
begged for that.

Anyway, what're you gonna say?

"You look a little frayed around
the edges." (chuckles)

I don't see any seams.

- Thank you. (chuckles)

Thank you.

(patrons chattering)

(horns honking) (car door slams)

(car door slams)

(distant chattering)

(phone rings)

(drawer slides open)

- Hey, JJ. - What is this? A
library?

- This Adrianne Arness' stuff? -
What're doing?

- Come on, come on, come on!

I'll give you a couple of
tickets

to the Bruce Springsteen
concert, I promise.

- Promise? - Yeah.

This the rap sheet? - Yeah.

Busted for soliciting.

- They should all be this easy.

- Oh, Sonny. Two.

(Sonny mumbles)

- Liar.

- Pants on fire.

(distant dog barks) (traffic
hums)

(car door clicks open)

(car door slams)

(distant dog barks)

(knocks on door)

- [Adrianne] Who is it?

- It's me.

- [Adrianne] I don't know any
"me".

(knocks on door) - Hey, come on,
come on!

(door clicks open)

- What do you want?

- A friend sent me.

- Well, yeah, I got a lot of
friends.

- Grant Sanders.

- Yeah? So, what?

- May I come in?

- No.

What do you want?

- Actually, I'm an investigative
journalist.

I'm doing a piece on extortion.

I heard you were a piece of
extortion.

- Stick it.

Back off! This is between Grant
and me.

- Is this before or after he
goes to the police?

- Look, nobody's going to the
police.

(door slams)

if she was really beaten up or
what, but um,

I think she's in over her head.

She panicked when I mentioned
the police.

She doesn't want that anymore
than you do.

I think she'll scare, if you
wanna go in with muscle.

- Oh, no. No.

- Then she can probably be
bought off.

She wants to make contact with
you.

I think the whole thing will go
away for the right figure.

(Elaine sighs)

- Sonny? I hope I didn't wake
you.

Adrianne Arness sent the
photographs to the police.

Apparently, she's filing battery
charges.

- (sighs) She's slick. You down
at the station?

- Yes. They're questioning
Grant.

- Is your a lawyer there?

- Arthur Bridges.

- Good. I'll be right down.

- [Elaine] Okay.

- Establish for us, Mr. Sanders,
just how many

separate times you made contact
with Ms. Arness?

- I was with her once. We spent
the night.

- When we spoke with Ms. Arness,

she indicated that every time
you were with her,

that it was your preference

that she dress up like a little
girl.

That the only way you could make
love to her

was if she looked like a child.

- Well, she was lying. I was
with her once, that's all

- She indicated that you-

- [Arthur] Mr. Sanders has
responded

the allegations are untrue!

Next.

- I'm gonna get some water.

(door clicks open)

- Was it necessary for my wife
to hear all this garbage?

- [Sonny] What happened?

- Nothing.

It was, (sighs) it was
disgusting.

- [Sonny] Come on. Let's get
outta here.

- I guess I've been fooling
myself that

it never really was anything.

But when I heard what she had to
say-

- Adrianne? - About Grant.

What he did with her. It just
made me crazy.

She, she was so young.

I mean, it's like...

I don't know, it's like that's
what he really wants.

- No, no, no, no. Come on.

- My father walked out on me,
when I was five years old.

Remarried, had a new baby.

And, and I always thought that
it was, uh,

because I wasn't cute anymore.

The new baby was cute.

- (sighs) I don't know why I'm
telling you this.

- Grant isn't your father,
Elaine.

- I know the drill. I've been
through therapy.

Forget it.

I guess it just felt like Grant
had replaced me.

Someone else was his little
girl.

- Little girls.

Little girls. I don't get it.

You take little girls to the
zoo.

You take women to bed.

(phone rings)

- Keep a little profile, Grant.
Let me worry.

DA has no stomach for this.
We'll get rid of it.

- Thank you for coming.

- Thank you, Sonny.

(keyboard clacks)

(phone rings)

- Yeah?

Yeah?

- [Adrianne] Mr. Vincent?

- Yes?

- Adrianne Arness.

I need to see Grant.

(buttons clicking)

- Right, baby.

He'd love to see you,

after that picture you sent to
the papers.

- I didn't.

- Yeah, right. - No, I didn't!

This whole thing has gone too
far.

I'll, I'll tell Grant
everything.

I just want $50,000 in small
bills.

- Oh, so now we got a price, huh?

- I have some information he'll
want.

- How much is it gonna be for
the next piece of information?

- Please!

You have no reason to believe
me, but you have to.

After I get the 50,000, I'm
gone.

The DA won't have anyone to
testify against Grant.

Tell him that.

You have no reason to, but you
have to.

After I get the 50,000, I'm
gone.

The DA won't have anyone to
testify against Grant.

Tell him that.

(button clicks)

- [Elaine] What do you think?

- Hey, my record's not so good
at calling this one's moves.

- She's scared.

- [Sonny] Yep. That's what it
looks like.

- Is that tape admissible?

- [Sonny] She didn't know I was
recording. No way.

- Arthur says the DA's office is

being sticky about the charges.

- The DA's gotta do his dance.

- Without her testimony, what
have they got?

- Bupkis. Nothing.

If she disappears, so does the
case.

- What do you think?

- Not me.

Whatever you two decide, I'll
pass it on.

You run a heavy risk here.

If she's straight, she's gone.
So is your money.

If not, you've got bribery on
top of everything else.

- Bribery? What about extortion?

- The tape isn't admissible.
It's just my testimony.

It's a jury issue.

If they believe that she set
Grant up

and tried to put the squeeze on
him, fine.

If not, we're back where we
started.

You, you talk. I'll...

I'll go make a call.

- I'm not gonna pretend I don't
wish this weren't happening.

- I know.

I've gotta make it go away.

If I let it drag on, it does
damage to you,

the kids, the business.

I'm gonna do it, Laney.

I'm going to go see her.

We'll spend the night here,

and I'll go to the bank in the
morning.

(brooding orchestral music)

(car door clicks open)

(car door slams)

(footsteps clacking)

(gentle orchestral music)

(car door slams)

(door clicks open)

(brooding orchestral music)

(door thuds)

It's all right, baby.

She's got the money. She's gonna
refuse to testify.

(Grant sighs)

(doorbell rings) (suspenseful
music)

I'll get it.

Who is it? - The police.

- Mr. Sanders.

- Yes? What's going on?

- I have a warrant for your
arrest, sir.

Adrianne Arness was murdered
last night.

(phone rings)

- Just what the hell do you
think you've got?

- I'll tell you what I've got.

I've got assault with intent,
and I got murder one.

I got motive, opportunity.

I place your client at the
scene, prior to the murder.

I got a cuff link, which I bet
your fee, Arthur,

belongs to your client.

I got his prints all over the
apartment and-

- And what you don't have is the
money,

which my client admits to taking
to the woman,

and leaving at her apartment!

Well, where did it go?

It went with a person who
smashed that girl's skull.

And that is not Grant Sanders.

- We'll see what the grand jury
says.

- I can't be in the jury room
with you,

but I'll be right out here.

So, if he asks you any questions
which you're unsure of,

ask for a minute to consult with
counsel.

Oh.

Here's the card.

Now, if you decide to invoke the
Fifth,

I want you to read from the
card.

I don't want any screw ups.

- I'm not concerned, Arthur.

All I want to do is tell my
story.

- My worst nightmare.

An unconcerned client.

- I gave her the money and I
left.

- So, that would put the time
that you left at 9:15 or 9:20?

- Yes.

- The coroner places the time of
death

at between 9:00 and 11:00 PM.

Mr. Sanders, you say that you
returned home at about 10?

- Approximately. I don't know, exactly.

- All right.

Mr. Sanders,

is this yours?

- I do not know how these cuff
links got into her apartment.

- Cuff link, Mr. Sanders.

You see, we only found this one.

But you do admit it's yours?

I mean, it even has your
initials there.

- Well, it resembles a pair I
had once.

I don't even think I have them
anymore.

But I did not wear them either
time I went to her apartment.

- Elaine, just sit down or go
out and get a cup of coffee.

- I've never been very good at
waiting.

Why won't he allow you in there?

- Because it's not a trial. It's
the DA's show.

He's got to prove to the grand
jury

that he's got enough for an
indictment.

- Does he?

- Could go either way.

It's a circumstantial case.

- We never found the $50,000 in
$20 bills that you claim

to have brought to her
apartment, Mr. Sanders.

We only found one $20 bill,
crumpled in the victim's hand.

Did you and Adrianne Arness
quarrel over money?

- No.

- Did you become violent with
her?

- No.

- When she was struck in the
head with that metal flashlight

and fell on the floor dead, did
you leave,

taking the money with you, Mr.
Sanders?

- No.

- You told us earlier that
you're not a violent man,

Mr. Sanders.

But prior to her death, Adrianne
Arness filed

a formal complaint against you
for battery.

- She was lying.

- You never beat Adrianne
Arness?

- I never beat anyone.

- You didn't do this to her?

- No!

- She was blackmailing you?

- Yes.

- And you were willing to pay
her $50,000

to prevent her from testifying
against you?

- To prevent her from lying
about me.

- Well, one wonders, Mr.
Sanders, what you might have
done

to eliminate the problem
altogether.

- Look, all this publicity was
wreaking havoc on my life,

both professionally and
personally.

My wife and my children were
made to suffer

for something stupid that I did.

I couldn't stand it.

If she'd have asked me for more
money, I would've paid it.

It's only money.

But I could never have done
anything to harm her.

I did not harm her.

She was alive, when I left her
apartment.

- Ladies and gentlemen, I have
only two more witnesses.

For the sake of time, I'd like
to call them both in.

Mrs. Grant Sanders and Mr. Ross
Sanders.

- He left the house with a
overnight bag at about 8:30.

He came home without it.

- [DA] And what time was that?

- Five after 10.

- How do you know?

- I was very nervous about his
going in the first place.

I didn't trust this woman, so I
kept watching the clock.

I just looked at it, when I
heard him come in.

- Mrs. Sanders, does Mr. Sanders
have a temper?

- Everybody has a temper.

- Does he lose his?

- No.

He really doesn't.

I always know when he's angry
because he gets very quiet

and controlled.

- [DA] Has he ever hit your
children?

- No, never. - Has he ever hit
you?

- Never.

I've never seen him raise a hand
to anyone.

He's just not that kind of man.

- Thank you, Mrs. Sanders.

Ross Sanders.

- How's it look? - Can't tell.

Grant said he felt pretty good
after his testimony.

I wished they'd called me.

I could've told 'em about the
phone call with Adrianne.

Why would they call you? You're
not gonna help their case.

You're gonna help ours, if we
need you.

- Mr. Sanders, how are you
related to Grant Sanders?

- I'm his son, by his first
wife.

- [DA] And how old were you,

when he and your mother
separated?

- Oh, I was grown.

I was in my 20s.

- Then you and the present Mrs.
Sanders

are about the same age?

- About.

- Then before, uh, he and your
mother were separated,

would you say you lived in a
relatively normal household?

- Relatively.

- Did you and your father have a
good relationship?

- Well, sometimes.

When he wasn't breaking my arms
and legs.

- [DA] How did your father do
that, Ross?

- Well, he broke my arm when I
was seven.

He, uh, was having one of his
tempers, you know?

So, he twisted my arm and it
broke.

I don't think he really meant
to. He was just in a rage.

- Now, Elaine Sanders has told
us

that he didn't have a violent
temper.

- Well, maybe he likes her
better than he liked me.

- Now, after your father broke
your arm, Ross,

what did he do?

- He took me to the hospital.

- [DA] And what did he tell the
doctors had happened to you?

- He told them that I had
slipped at the pool.

- [DA] Was there any other
incident?

- [Ross] Yes, he broke my leg.
My left leg.

- [DA] How?

- He kicked me and I fell down
the steps,

and he told the doctors that I'd
slipped on a skateboard.

- You did, Ross!

- Sit down, Mr. Sanders. (court
murmurs)

I said, sit down!

I have here the x-rays of both
the broken arm,

and the broken leg.

Plus medical reports indicating
that on both occasions,

the father told the attending
physician

that his son injured himself in
a fall.

- You son of a bitch.

You've been waiting all this
time

to get to your father for
marrying me.

For not letting you near the
business. You lying little pig!

(hand slaps)

- [Sonny] Hey, hey, hey!

- Good luck, Artie.

(Elaine sighs)

- Are you all right?

- We're standing outside of
Grant Sanders' Montecito Ranch.

The publishing magnate was today
indicted on murder charges.

Sanders, who is currently free
on $250,000, bail

has so far not appeared to
comment on his alleged

involvement in the murder of
model Adrianne Arness.

(journalists chattering)

- [Grant] For Ross to lie like
that, under oath.

- "Under oath". What does that
mean to him?

He's always been jealous of you
and me.

- He had reason to be. He was
shunted aside.

I never gave him the attention
he deserved.

- Stop feeling guilty.

Plenty of children have busy
fathers, but they...

(sighs) What's the point?

- I have to call him. - No!

Arthur said no. He's a witness
for them.

- I don't care! He's my son!

- Your son?

Can't you believe it is possible
for him to hate you?

(phone clacks)

(brooding orchestral music)

- Laney.

This afternoon, when I lifted
Abby into the air,

you flinched.

- What?

- Yes. You were frightened.

- Don't be silly. I was afraid
she was gonna bump her head.

- What Ross said is not true!

- I know that. - I never touched
him.

Now, we have to be sure of that.

- I'm sure.

I'm sure, Grant.

- You're angry.

- (sighs) Of course I'm angry.

- Laney, I can stand a lot of
heat.

I always have.

But I don't think I have the
equipment

to stand us falling apart.

So I, uh, I want you to go into
town for a few days.

- No. No, Grant, I'm not leaving
you.

- Yes, you go into town, to the
house.

You see a few friends.

- No.

- Please.

It'll do us both good.

I'll have Geraldo take you out
the back route.

Press won't be watching the LA
house.

They know I'm here.

Please.

(birds chirping)

- Thank you, George. - Yes,
ma'am.

- Grant made me come into town.
We were at each other.

He's trying so hard to be
optimistic,

but the damn press have been so
vicious.

- I know.

- [Elaine] Even our friends are
affected by Ross's stories.

- Don't stop getting yourself
all paranoid here.

- "Paranoid"?

Accused by his own son of abuse.

"For Grant Sanders, S&M takes on
new meaning.

Sex and murder." - Laney.

- "Laney"?

That's what Grant always called
me.

- Calls me. God, listen to what
I just said.

"Always called me". I'm thinking
like it's over.

I don't believe it.

- You gotta stop making yourself
crazy.

You gotta stop watching
yourself,

or you will make yourself
completely crazy.

(Elaine sighs)

- (chuckles) I am.

- You're tired.

- No. Everything's falling
apart.

Sometimes I look at him and...

- What?

- I almost hate him.

I didn't mean that.

- You know, what you're feeling
is completely normal. I...

You just gotta get away from all
this pressure, Laney.

I'm sorry.

Elaine.

You know, I gotta find a pet
name for you

that's not already taken.

Elaine. That's a tough one.

Well, what am I gonna do here? I
gotta find a name for ya.

You know, in my block, nobody
got called with their name

unless you were mad or
something, you know?

And I'm not mad.

I know. I'll call you mouth, hm?

(Elaine chuckles) Or, uh...

Eyes.

Mouth.

Mouth.

This mouth.

(brooding orchestral music)

No.

Don't push it away.

- I have to go. - I know.

Just don't take anything away
from what we had.

Let it be.

Even if we never have it again.

Let this time be for what it
was.

(brooding orchestral music
continues)

(keys clinking)

(lock clicks)

So far, it's perfect.

(ominous orchestral music)

(Ross pants)

(Elaine laughs)

(Elaine sighs)

They'll convict him.

Not because the case is good.
It's all circumstantial.

(Ross laughs)

But the DA wants to get him.

Grant's a very, very rich man.

(Ross moans)

The public? The press?

They love to see them fall.

- I can relate to that. - Mm-hm.

- [Ross] I've been dying, not
seeing you.

Not being able to talk to you.

(Ross moans)

- Too bad, kiddo. (Ross
chuckles)

You just hang in there. When we
can meet, we will.

- [Ross] I can't believe you're
here.

Oh, I can't believe we got here.

(Elaine chuckles)

From the first time that we had
drinks. (chuckles)

(Elaine and Ross laughing)

(gentle jazz piano music)

- Thank you for coming. I need
you.

- To Daddy's wife.

Well, you can just imagine my
surprise when mommy dearest

asked me to have a drink.

I thought, well,

maybe a little surprise party
for Daddy, huh?

Maybe, uh, maybe Mommy-

- Call in the artillery, Ross.

At least until we've had a
chance to talk.

(glasses clink)

- All right.

(Elaine chuckles)

- This photograph came to my
house

with a note written on it.

You don't have to read it. You
already know what it says.

You took the picture and you
sent the note.

As soon as Grant told me where
he met her,

I knew it was you.

I invited you here to thank you.

It doesn't matter who set Grant
up with this bimbo.

He bit. He slept with her.

And I never would've known about
it, if it weren't for you.

All I wanna say is, is that I
hate him.

Everything I ever felt for him
was gone,

the minute I saw that picture.

I probably hate him as much as
you do.

And that hate has given us a
mutual interest.

It wasn't me.

You always blamed me.

- It was disgusting, seeing you
with him.

You were right for me. Not him.

- I'm sorry.

I was surprised to see how cold
he was to you.

Why he never wanted you near the
business.

- (chuckles) He said I didn't
have "the publishing touch".

That's bull. He didn't give a
damn about me.

- I know what that feels like.

Thrown away.

He threw me away.

- Elaine.

Elaine.

Hey. You okay?

Huh?

- He shouldn't have done that.

- [Ross] Well, he just...

- Not when somebody loves you.

Loved you.

(sighs) I don't like that.

I just can't take it.

I don't think you can, either.

I don't think we have to.

Just listen to me. Don't respond
until I'm finished.

I've given this a lot of
thought.

Get Grant's little Adrianne on
the phone.

Tell her there's big bucks in it
for setting him up.

As he's leaving the office, she
meets him.

You photograph them together.

Then you take some shots of her
beaten to a pulp.

You know, makeup and everything?
(chuckles)

Then you send the pictures to
me. I take it from there.

He won't go to the police. He
can't afford to.

It was going so smooth. Why did
the bitch call Sonny?

- 'Cause she panicked,

when we sent the photographs to
the police.

But I calmed her down.

I told her that we sent the
photographs to the police

to put the screws into Grant.

Then I coached her on what to
say to the police.

You see?

You're not the only one with the
brains in this team.

- Cut to the chase. - (chuckles)
Okay.

So, then...

(suspenseful orchestral music)

I went up to San Francisco,
checked into the hotel,

made myself visible that
afternoon.

Then I went out and bought that
old clunker, with cash.

Drove it down from San
Francisco,

waited around the corner from
her apartment,

until I saw Grant pull up.

20 minutes later, he came out,
without the money.

I was right behind him.

(car door slams)

(suspenseful orchestral music
continues)

(gentle orchestral music)

I was afraid that she told Grant
everything, but she didn't.

(Ross chuckles)

I guess when she saw that he
brought the money,

she just wanted out.

- Wouldn't have mattered if she
did tell him.

Once they'd found her body, who
would've believed him?

- You know, sometimes you really
scare me.

- Good.

It'll keep you in line.

(Ross chuckles)

- Boy, that 50,000 was tempting.

- Penny ante.

When grant's convicted, I'll end
up with half of everything.

That's more than we can spend in
both our lifetimes.

And I have plans for that
50,000.

- 49,980.

Don't forget about that 20 I
crumpled up in Adrianne's fist.

- (chuckles) I'll take it out in
trade.

Your testimony for the grand
jury was the best.

How did you break your bones?

- [Ross] Slipped.

- [Elaine] Both times?

- [Ross] Guess I'm a klutz.

- [Elaine] Not in bed.

- Wish you didn't have to leave.

- Soon.

- I can't get enough of you.

- Ross, come on. Are you
kidding?

I'm exhausted!

- [Ross] Guess you've forgotten
what it's like to be with a

younger man, huh?

- No.

- Come on. Thinking about him.

This whole thing's gonna be over
real soon.

- Yeah.

Oh, do you have that other cuff
link?

- Yeah.

(Ross sighs)

Listen.

About Sonny?

He's served this purpose. I
think we should lose him.

Besides, he's getting too
interested in you.

- No. He can still be useful.

- How? Adrianne's dead, we don't
need a go-between.

- He's our witness. I want him
to cover the trial.

I can't control the press.

At least he can feed them what I
want.

- He's too close. This whole
thing can backfire.

- He's staying, Ross. I've
gotten us this far, haven't I?

Haven't I? Hm?

- Yeah.

- Then just let me call the rest
of the shots.

(horses neighing) (birds
chirping)

(handbrake clicks)

(car door clicks open)

(horse neighs)

(car door slams)

(birds chirping)

(wind whistles) (footsteps
clacking)

(horse neighs)

Well, the house is still
standing.

- Oh, hi.

- And I bought you a goodie from
Emile's.

- Well, I haven't had a good cup
of coffee since you left.

(Elaine chuckles)

And what did you do with
yourself?

- I just noodled around.

Did you go over your testimony
with Arthur?

- No, no, no, not with Arthur.
He's in court.

They're picking the jury. I went
over it with myself.

- Let's not hole up in the house
tonight.

Why don't we go to the club for
dinner?

- You sure you can face that?

- Mm-hm.

- Okay.

Now, let's see that surprise
from Emile's.

- Oh, we'll have it later.

- (sighs) We better call
Katherine and Ed.

Don't wanna face this alone.

- Mm, no.

(cheerful jazz music)

- That was Elaine. They knew
we'd be here.

They wanna join us for dinner.

I said yes.

- Ah, I'm gonna back off.

- [Katherine] What?

- Say I'm still nursing my cold.
Actually, I am.

(Ed sniffles and clears his
throat)

- What's going on, Ed?

- [Ed] Nothing. You know how I
feel about, about Grant.

(sighs) The timing is bad.

- What do you mean?

- We're gonna have some problems
with Grant's company.

Now, any other night, I'd be
there, but not tonight.

It's gonna hit the fan tomorrow
and if I see him tonight,

I'm gonna have to tell him and I
can't.

I'm going to avoid Grant,

until the business decisions are
out of the way.

Kat. Uh...

The board of directors are all
over me.

I don't have the luxury of
clear-cut responses.

And you do.

You go to dinner.

- How's it going?

- Who knows?

- Yeah, well, hang in there.

- Will do. - I'll call you soon.

- Any more back patting, I'm
gonna need an osteopath.

(Katherine chuckles)

- They're just embarrassed,
darling,

and they don't know what to say.

- I guess.

Ed have a fever?

- Oh, he's a mess.

He did, yesterday.

- Well, uh, I may stop by
tomorrow.

- Yeah.

- How long was the meeting? - I
lost track.

Three hours? Four?

Went back and forth, round and
around.

- [Grant] Ed should've found a
way to tell me.

- [Richard] How could he, Grant?

His people wanted it this way.
It's not personal.

- [Grant] It is to me.

- Well, Ed can't help himself.
He doesn't control the board.

- So much for his flu yesterday.

- Well, he didn't wanna have to
lie to you last night,

if you mentioned the business.

- Ed is so imaginative.

He's got two options: lie or
don't show up.

- Hey, Ed fought like hell at
that meeting.

We both did, but they're not
wrong.

Ross's testimony hurt us.

If Grant doesn't step down, we
could lose a lot.

20% of our business is in the
children's book area.

We're getting a lot of heat.

- Can they do that? Can they
force Grant to resign?

- Forcing? No.

We control the majority shares,
but-

- But it's our company.

I'm not gonna do anything to
jeopardize it.

Tell 'em I'm out. I'll announce
tomorrow.

- Smile, Daddy. - Yes, baby.

Here we go.

- Mommy says we're not going to
camp.

- No? - Good.

I don't wanna go to camp. I
wanna stay here.

■ Gimme, gimme what you got ■

■ Bacon, eggs that make the cut
■

■ Do it quick, there's more to
come ■

■ Ice cream, sodas, bubble gum ■

■ Gimme, gimme what you got ■

- Great.

- Okay, which one of you girls
wants to show Uncle Richard

and me what a great diver you
are?

- Yeah. - Me!

I can do a backwards somersault.

- (chuckles) I wanna see that. -
Okay, let's go.

Whoops.

- I've been wondering if it
wouldn't be a good idea

to send the girls to my
mother's.

Just until the trial's over.

- Well, why?

- But I'm afraid of someone
saying something.

At least at Mother's, there
won't be so much talk.

- [Grant] Hm.

- I know how you feel.

The girls are such a wonderful
distraction for you.

- They kept me going.

- I know.

But is it fair to them?

- No. It's not.

Call your mother.

Laney?

(brooding orchestral music)

(Grant sighs)

Look at that face.

Where did my little girl go?

- You threw her away.

(brooding orchestral music
continues)

- Officer, you say you found one
$20 bill

from the 50,000 that Mr.
Sanders-

- Objection.

- Sustained.

- You found a $20 bill?

- Yes. Crumpled in her hand.

- Was it clearly visible?

- No. We didn't discover it
until the body was being moved.

- So, it would...

Strike that.

From where the deceased fell,
where was her hand?

- Under her. - Under her.

So, her assailant might not have
noticed

that one of the bills was in her
hand.

- Objection.

There's been no showing that the
$20

came from the money my client
brought.

- I withdraw.

(brooding orchestral music)
(court murmurs)

(brooding orchestral music
continues)

- [Sonny] It's ridiculous.

Week after week, waiting for the
next day to come,

so I can see you in court!

- [Elaine] It keeps me going,
just knowing you're there.

- [Sonny] Well, it's not enough
for me.

All your nights with Grant,
going to the country.

I want you with me.

- [Elaine] I want you, too.

- [Sonny] Then what's it gonna
be?

- Sonny, I can't leave him. Not
if he's convicted.

- Elaine, the man took your
marriage

and he dragged it right through
the mud.

- What did I do?

- Well, you didn't go out
looking for...

It just happened.

You having second thoughts?

- About you?

No.

No.

- Then what is it?

Guilt?

- I don't know.

- [Sonny] Look, um...

Elaine, I don't wanna push you
into anything here.

- You're not.

I wanna be with you. Don't you
understand?

- No.

I mean, you tell me you wanna be
with me,

then you tell me you can't
leave, if he's convicted.

Why? If he were acquitted, you
could?

- Yes!

Then, you see, it would be like
leaving him, the way he was.

He'd be free, and so would I.

- The man did this to himself.

Why do you have to go all the
way down with him?

- Because whatever else he did,

I know he's innocent of murder.

And if he goes to prison, I
can't leave him.

I can't deprive him

of the only things he'd have
left in his life.

- I guess I'll just have to keep
him out of jail.

- Don't joke about it, Sonny.

- Maybe I'm not joking.
(brooding orchestral music)

- I wanna be with you, but I
can't.

If he goes to prison, I can't
leave him.

(phone rings)

- Sonny, it's not like these
files are for your eyes only.

Now, will you get the hell outta
here?

- Yeah, yeah. - Now!

- Right! - What're you looking
for?

- I don't know.

- You're not using these files
to sleaze up a story.

- Don't bust my chops.

I got my own sleazy story to
worry about.

I'm looking for an angle.

- Oh, the Arness murder.
(chuckles)

Forget it, pal.

- Yeah, right. Grand Sanders is
100% the defendant.

What've you got on the son?

- He was in San Francisco at the
time of the murder.

We've checked it. It's solid, so
forget it.

The state's got the body, the
motive, the opportunity,

a cuff link, fingerprints, and
the son's testimony.

So, what've you got? - Bupkis.
Nothing.

- There's something else you
don't got.

- What? - My files!

Give me.

- Liar. - Pants on fire.

(cabinet clangs)

(horns honking) (traffic hums)

- [Sonny] Okay. Let's assume the
Grant was framed.

The obvious suspect is Ross.

Hates his father, testifies
against him.

He's jealous of his young wife.

- The police went over all that.
They cleared Ross.

He was in San Francisco, the
night of the murder.

- I know all that.

- [Elaine] Couldn't be Ross.

- Why not?

- Because he's a pest. Not a
killer.

Besides, it'd spoil his
manicure.

- Okay. Not Ross.

Then who?

We're looking for someone who
took those photographs.

Someone who knew Adrianne Arness

and she was intimately involved
with Grant.

- I don't know.

- Did Grant tell you how he met
Adrianne?

- Yes. At a party.

Ross's birthday party.

- Ross's birthday party?

And nobody thinks there's a
connection?

- Of course.

The police thought so at the
time,

but they've been through all
this with Ross.

- I haven't been all through
this with Ross.

(patrons chattering) (moody rock
music)

(lock clicks)

(envelope rustles)

(drawer slams)

- Well, I could say that I'd
like to help you

clear my father, but frankly, I
don't give a damn.

- How much did you give

to have your girlfriend set your
father up?

- "Girlfriend"? I didn't even
know the girl.

She was some number workin' the
party.

My father hit on her,

before I even had a chance to
make a move.

- Your father cut you out of a
lot of things.

Family business.

Women.

- Look, Mr. Vincent.

You don't have to dig to find
out that I hate my father.

Okay? I'll tell you.

He was a cold, selfish bastard.

And when he wasn't out making
his fortune,

he was at home, abusing my
mother and me.

Now, the ink wasn't dry in the
divorce papers

when he married his little
princess.

- That cold, selfish bastard set
you up so well,

you'll never have to work
another day in your life.

I understand you don't.

- I'm into a few things.

Look, Sonny.

I'm real happy that you wanna
help Grant and Elaine out,

but you're not gonna find your
acquittal here.

You see, I was in San Francisco,
at the time of the murder.

I have witnesses. The police
checked it out.

I told the truth about my father
beating me,

whether you like it or not.

And when I get up on that stand,
I'm gonna tell it again.

- Listen, punk.

There's something about you that
makes me wanna bust you.

You better make sure you're not
involved.

(patrons chattering) (moody rock
music continues)

(phone rings)

- Yes?

- Your friend has a real
attitude problem.

- He'd probably say the same
thing about you.

- Yeah, well, call him off.

- Relax.

- Don't tell me to relax. I
don't want him poking around.

- I'm not crazy about it either,

but I can't call him off cold.

He's no fool.

Look, Ross.

The police did the same song and
dance and came up empty.

Let Sonny think what he wants.
He can't prove anything.

- (sighs) I, I don't want him, I
don't want him-

- Relax. Calm down.

- I'm calm. (chuckles)

I'm calm. I don't want him-

- Ross?

Honey, I know how hard this is
on you,

but it'll be over soon.

It's time to send in the money
and the cuff link.

It'll be taken care of tomorrow.
Don't worry.

(phone clacks)

(birds chirping)

(footsteps clacking)

Arthur, what's going on?

- The DA got a warrant to search
the property.

- I don't understand.

- He received a tip from an
informant that the money

that Grant gave to the dead girl
was hidden here.

- That's crazy. - I hope it's
crazy.

The fact that they didn't have
the money was useful for us.

It supports our contention

that someone went to the girl's
apartment after Grant left,

killed the girl and took the
money.

(officers chattering)

(bag unzips)

- [Ross] Why didn't they find
the cuff link?

- I don't know. I put it in the
flight bag.

Maybe it fell out.

- Yeah, well, I don't like that
it wasn't found.

- Relax. We don't need it, the
money's enough.

- How do you know?

- Ross, I said the money's
enough.

(phone slams)

- An envelope.

(sighs) What the hell did I do
with it?

- Sorry we can't take your call.

Please leave a message at the
sound of the beep. Thank you.

(machine bleeps)

(patrons chattering)

(phone clacks)

(machine bleeps)

(tape player whirs)

I kept thinking that something
would come along,

that the nightmare would be
over, but it isn't.

It just keeps getting worse.

I'm afraid that Grant might go
to prison.

- Elaine, there was a time I
thought Grant was guilty.

I did. I thought you were
deluding yourself.

I figured he got himself in
trouble with this babe,

she starts to blackmail him,

so he finds a way to get rid of
it.

I mean, who would believe Grant
Sanders

would get his hands dirty?

But now, I'm sure he was set up.

- Ross?

I just can't see it. It seems
too-

- Obvious.

I know.

That's why I dismissed it, at
first.

But sometimes, it's obvious for
a reason.

Look, the police couldn't
connect Ross to the time of
death.

So, they dropped him as a
suspect,

but that doesn't mean there
isn't something there.

He was in Frisco.

The hotel confirms his
reservation,

his check-in on Thursday, and
his check-out on Saturday.

The airline confirms his flight
up to the Bay on Thursday

and his return on Saturday.

- And the police checked the
passenger list.

- Even if they could do that
effectively,

nobody with an agenda relies on
public transportation.

He could've driven down to Los
Angeles,

say Friday afternoon, killed
Adrianne between 10 and 11,

been back in Frisco, early the
next morning.

- In what?

If he'd rented a car, the police
would've found it.

- Not if he bought a used car
under an assumed name.

They'd never find it, unless
they were looking.

- That, that sounds too
farfetched.

- I don't think so.

If I could get into his
apartment for a few hours, I-

- Even if you found something,

it wouldn't be admissible, would
it?

- Not if I got it without a
warrant,

but that's not how I'd do it.

- When Ross moved into his new
place,

Grant asked me to send my
decorator over to help him.

She gave me the key when she
finished. I still have it.

- Come on, JJ!

I've been a reliable source for
you before.

I have reason to believe that
relevant evidence

regarding the Arness murder
exists at this apartment!

- So?

- So, give me one of your men
with a warrant to search.

If I come up dry, your source
stank.

If not, you'll owe me a couple
of tickets.

- Come with me.

- [Officer] No. Nothing Here.

He's back in that back closet.

Yeah, go ahead.

Nah, I don't think so.

(switch clicks)

By that coffee table.

(paper rustles)

Sure.

The kitchen, right?

Yeah, third drawer over.

Yeah, there's some more over
there.

(drawer slides closed)

- Well...

Look at this.

Pink slip to a 76 Corolla
registered to Yur Walden.

I'll bet he paid cash for it.

Driver's license in the same
name.

Odometer reads 65,480 miles.

I bet when we find this car,

it'll have 900 miles added to
it.

San Francisco, LA, and back.

(reporters chattering)

(reporters yelling over each
other)

- The only statement I will make
at this time is that

my client is totally innocent of
all charges against him!

(reporters yelling over each
other)

(door clicks open)

(door thuds)

(footsteps clacking)

(Elaine gasps) (ominous
orchestral music)

- What're you doing? - What are
you doing, Elaine?

- Ross, George is here.

- No, he isn't.

- Let... (groans)

How could you be so stupid to
leave evidence around?

- I didn't. That apartment was
clean, I cleaned it myself!

The only thing I was worried
about

was an envelope that was
missing.

I called you! - Oh.

- I called you, and there was no
answer at either number.

- The police found it and took
it.

- Oh, no, baby. No, you found
it.

You found it and you planted it
so that Sonny would find it.

- Are you out of your...

Are you both of your mind? -
Yeah, I was, wasn't I?

I was a real easy mark.

I hated Grant so much,

and let you manipulate me into
everything.

- Stop worrying. They'll never
convict you.

- It's all circumstantial.

(sighs) You just have to keep
your mouth shut.

- No, you are going down with
me, Elaine.

- (chuckles) No.

No. I'm not going anywhere with
you.

You started all this in the
first place.

You set Grant up with that slut.

You sent me that photograph.

You tried to take Grant away
from me.

You hate Grant.

- Hate him?

- He cheated on you!

- That's right. And he was
punished for it.

Nearly lost everything for one
night with that tramp.

He won't do that again.

I love Grant.

Did you think I'd ever let him
go for a cheap imitation?

(ominous orchestral music
continues)

- Hey, I am not doing this
alone, Elaine.

This was your idea. You're in
this, as deep as I am.

- How?

No one's ever seen us together.

You took those pictures, you
rented that car.

You killed that girl.

You think anyone would ever
believe that I was involved?

That I would even talk to you?

Everyone knows how much I hate
you.

- [Ross] And what about Sonny?

- Sonny

was necessary.

He was the reporter.

The witness.

- So then you used him too, huh?

Just fed him everything.

Told him how much you hated me.
How much you loved Grant.

The witness.

You were right.

When I told him about us, he
didn't believe me.

So, I guess he had to hear it
for himself.

(Elaine sighs)

(hand slaps) (Elaine moans)

- Why, huh? Why'd you do it?

What did you want?

What did you need?

You had everything.

You didn't want me. You didn't
want him.

It wasn't the money.

What the hell did you do it for?

(brooding orchestral music)

- For Grant and me.

You'd destroy a man's life,
because you wanna be secure?

Because you wanna bring him to
his knees?

- I had to be sure.

(Sonny sighs)

Oh.

Sonny, don't be angry. (Sonny
sighs)

You got what you wanted.

You wanted me.

It was good, wasn't it?

- Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Oh, it was good.

- We all got what we wanted.

Grant was punished for what he
did.

His friends left him, his
business.

His son.

Only I was there.

Only I loved him.

- What about your husband?

What if he had been convicted
and gone to jail?

What about your children?

(brooding orchestral music
continues)

- I'd never let anything hurt my
children.

I'd tell them that their father
was falsely accused

of something Ross did.

I'd never let Grant go to jail.

It was never designed to go that
far.

Well, Ross was the one who
started all this. It was Ross!

I... (sighs)

I'd never let Grant go to jail.

He held my hand, when he walked
me to school.

Grant didn't kill Adrianne.

Ross did.

Everything's gonna be all right.

- I'm wearing a wire.

It's conspiracy.

You're as guilty as he is.

- But that's not admissible. You
already told me.

- It doesn't make any
difference,

whether we can nail you or not.

You're finished.

- You can't prove anything.

- I don't have to.

I don't even want to.

I play the tape for a few choice
people,

just to prove it exists, and it
destroys you.

The way you destroyed Grant.

Out of love.

(brooding orchestral music
continues)

(brooding orchestral music
continues)

(brooding orchestral music)

(brooding orchestral music
continues)

(gentle music)