All language subtitles for The Woman who Sinned (1991) Full Movie Susan Lucci Tim Matheson Michael Dudikoff

What scared you?

The water is great.

How's Jane?

She and Mark Tomlin had a big fight this
afternoon. She spent the whole night

telling me about it.

Evidently got pretty ugly. He threatened
her.

What do you mean he threatened her? Is
she all right?

Oh, she's fine.

I'm going to go turn off the pool
heater. I'll be right in.

You know, I've been telling James for
years. What did he expect?

I was going out with married men.

Well, dinner with Kowalski was
fascinating.

He's still lying to me.

I hope he stops.

Told him to his face.

He said, you keep this up, pal, or
you're going to end up in a federal

This doesn't interest you.

Of course it does.

What did he say?

He said... I was a brilliant attorney.

I have to get up first thing in the
morning.

So do I.

I'm just so tired.

I'm sorry.

I do love you.

Come on, Mike. What are you waiting for?
Rope this place off.

Maid found the body about 20 minutes
ago. Checked the house, no forced entry.

Where's the body?

Upstairs.

Victim's J. Marie Woodman, 34.

Writer?

Yeah.

You know her?

My wife reads her book.

Michael?

There are two police officers looking in
our yard.

Yeah. Morning. I'm Detective Sergeant
William Harper.

Sorry to bother you.

What's the matter?

Folks happen to know one of your
neighbors, name of Woodman.

Jane Woodman.

Dear God, what's wrong?

Sorry to tell you that she's been
murdered.

What?

I'd say she's been dead eight or nine
hours.

She was killed sometime between 11 and
midnight.

Weapon was a heavy object of some kind,
but not blunt like a piece of pipe or a

tie iron. It's different.

Wounds have an odd character.

I'll know more after the autopsy.

We searched the house, the yard,
nothing.

It sure would help to know what kind of
weapon they were looking for.

It's covered with blood.

Lieutenant. I got something.

Woman next door. Says she and the victim
were friends.

Says they had dinner together last
night.

Who is she?

Her name's Robeson. Victoria Robeson.
Her husband used to work in the DA's

office.

Michael Robeson?

Hello, Robeson.

It's been a while.

This is my wife, Victoria. This is
Lieutenant Gerber.

Mrs. Robeson, I hate to put you through
this, but I have to ask you some

questions.

Okay?

Yes.

May I help you?

I'm a doctor.

Jane Woodman is a patient of mine, a
close friend.

Wait here a minute. I think the
lieutenant's going to want to talk to

And what did you do when you got back
here, you and Miss Woodman?

We talked, very briefly.

We were both tired.

She went up to bed. I came home.

And what time was that?

I don't know exactly.

Well, I got home before she did, about
11 .20.

I went for a swim.

15, 20 minutes later is when you came.

11 .35.

Actually, 11 .40 at the latest, because
I looked at the clock when I came in the

house from the pool. It said quarter to
12.

You're sure?

Yeah.

Um,

Mrs. Robeson, does Woodland have any
enemies, anybody who... Might have

to hurt her.

Yes.

Mrs.

Robson, I'm going to have to ask you to
come down to headquarters.

We'll need a formal statement.

So, uh, tell me, Doctor, when this
argument with the deceased, do you

that? Look, I admit I was having an
affair with Jay.

I admit we had a quarrel yesterday
afternoon.

I found out she was seeing someone else.

She didn't even try to deny it.

I got pretty nasty.

But I most certainly didn't kill her.

She was alive and then some when I left
her house.

And what time was that?

About five o 'clock.

I went to the hospital.

You can check that.

Saw a patient until about eight.

I drove home to Malibu.

At dinner.

With my wife.

We watched TV, went to bed about 11.

My wife will verify that.

Dr. Longwall, did your wife know about
your affair with Miss Woodward?

Yes.

You told her? No.

She hired a private investigator.

That's... That's how this whole thing
blew up.

Anything? Nobody's telling the truth.

Yeah.

They pick up Longwood's wife yet?

She flew to New York this morning. Bring
her back.

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Robeson, the worst part of this job
is that you know going

in

People are going to lie to you.

I didn't have dinner with Jane last
night.

Of course, they don't all admit it as
readily as you.

Lieutenant Gervitz, I have never done
anything like this before.

Okay.

Do you want to tell me where you were
last night?

With another man.

A photographer.

We've been out to dinner, then back to
his studio.

I left at quarter after 11.

What is going on here?

I mean, she's been in there for over an
hour.

The attendance is particular for detail.

It shouldn't be much longer.

That's about G -A -N -N -S?

Yes, his first name is Evan.

On Hampton Street?

Yes, it's an old warehouse.

Okay, Mrs. Robson, that'll be all for
now.

Most likely have some more questions for
you, so please don't leave town unless

I know of it.

Does my husband have to know?

That depends.

On what?

Whether you're telling me the truth or
not.

I've just put my marriage in jeopardy.
Why would I lie?

Because adultery isn't a crime, Mrs.
Robson.

Murder is.

I'm Detective Lieutenant Alvin Gervitt.
This is Detective Sergeant William

Harper.

Are you Evan Gans?

Who? Now, look, I've been in Paris for
the last month working.

I just got back this morning.

This place has been locked up. I locked
it myself when I left.

I've been told he's a professional
photographer like you, Mr. Fox.

Early 30s, athletic build, blonde hair,
green eyes.

Gans. Evan Gans. You sure you don't know
him?

Never heard of him.

Could somebody have been staying here
while you were gone?

No, absolutely not. I mean, I got a
fortune in cameras and equipment here.

Oh,

yes, yes.

Judy, these gentlemen are detectives.

This is my friend, Miss Judy Reinhart.

Darling, there seems to be a bit of
confusion here.

You didn't let anybody stay here while I
was gone, did you?

Of course not. No.

Why, what's going on?

Miss Reinhardt, do you know a man named
Evan Gans?

No.

Should I?

Yes, it's ours.

A Wyatt.

Very expensive.

When did you last see it?

Sunday afternoon.

I was here working, getting ready for
our new show.

Vicki, my partner, came in and took it.

It's downtown this morning.

Client burned down his own factory.

Insurance.

Look, look.

I ran into Mark Longwell coming out of
police headquarters.

They released him?

Guess they didn't have enough evidence
to hold him.

Boy, I don't get it if Longwell isn't
guilty.

This

is

Robeson. Mrs. Robson, sorry to intrude
at a time like this, but the

orders, he wants to see you.

Now?

Yes, ma 'am.

I've asked Michael to wait outside. It's
better that I handle this.

Handle what?

What's going on? Larry?

Dad?

Mrs. Robeson.

My name is Oswald, Chief Deputy,
Criminal Prosecutions.

Is Michael here? No, I'm representing
him.

Case, Lieutenant, please.

Victoria Robeson, I'm placing you under
arrest for murder.

What? You lost your mind.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say... I don't understand.
What are they saying? What are they

saying that I can't change? ...will be
used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to talk to a lawyer
and have him present with you when

being questioned.

Mr. Oswald, you filed second degree.

Why do you object to bail?

Your Honor, there is certain evidence
being developed that I am reluctant to

divulge at this time. You're
anticipating additional charges?

Well, if it would please the court, I
would prefer not to get into that at

time. However, I do feel strongly that
the accused should be held without bail

pending further... Your Honor, the
defendant is married to an attorney who

former assistant district attorney.
She's a successful businesswoman, highly

regarded in the community.

All right, Counselor, I'm going to grant
bail in the amount of $200 ,000. Thank

you, Your Honor.

Next case, number 862115.

Come on, Ted. You don't have squat.

Stop bluffing.

The lady lied about her whereabouts and
who she was with.

There's no such person as Evan Gans.

Besides, physical evidence is more than
compelling. More than compelling. Don't

give me that crap.

Her fingerprints were all over the
murder weapon.

It came from her art gallery.

Besides, there's more.

We've established the motive.

What motive?

No, no, no.

Patience, my boy. You'll find out in
discovery.

We've even got photos.

I'll see you later, Lear.

Photos? Of what?

What motive could I have to kill my
dearest friend?

I couldn't have been closer to her if
she were my sister.

I think, Victoria...

Anything that could be misconstrued.

Did you and Jane ever have a falling
out?

We argued about things.

But a falling out?

Never.

Mark Longwell killed Jane. She had no
other enemies or I would have known.

She wasn't killed for her money because
everyone knows she left everything to

charity.

Mark Longwell said he was going to kill
her. She told me. He was furious because

she broke off the affair. Why did they
let him go?

His wife verified his alibi.

She's lying.

Larry, he has to be the one.

Why are you so sure?

Because I know I'm innocent.

Then we have got to find this man you
were with. Look, it's not going to be

easy. The police conducted a thorough
search.

There's no police record, no military
service, no credit cards, driver's

license.

I mean, as far as they're concerned...

He doesn't exist.

I didn't make him up.

I believe you.

Thank you for that.

I mean it.

Everyone's been grilling me.

Even Michael.

He thinks you had something to do with
Jane's death?

No, of course not.

But he suspects that I'm not telling him
the whole truth.

After 13 years of marriage, I expect he
can read my face well enough.

I never was a very good liar.

Are you going to tell him?

I'm working on it.

Look, I want you to go see this person.

Private investigator.

Lucky for you, Larry's your attorney.

I was packing for a week of sun and sex
in the Bahamas when he called.

So let's get this over as quick as
possible, okay?

Let me start by saying I'm a retired
police officer on account of a drinking

problem.

But I'm a good cop and I'm a good PI.

I quit the booze 191 days ago and, as
they say, I'm a recovering alcoholic.

Now it's your turn.

Did you kill your friend?

No.

I'm going to ask you a lot of questions,
and you're going to tell me everything.

If I find out you lied to me about
anything, anything at all, I am on my

the Bahamas.

Understand? Yes.

On the face of it, you look guilty as
hell.

I'm not.

You had an affair.

Why?

Unhappy in your marriage?

I love my husband.

I know he loves me. Right.

No problems between you?

Not at all.

Well, of course we've had problems.
Everyone has problems.

And we have had this disagreement
lately.

When, Vicki? Just tell me when.

I do want children just as much as you
do. It's just that... The gallery. I

know, I know.

You've wanted that ever since you
decided you weren't an artist yourself.

think that's great. It's just that we
don't know one couple that's our age who

doesn't already have children. I'm just
afraid we're missing out on something

really important.

Michael, I'm not talking about forever,
but I know a lot of working mothers, and

you can't imagine how tough that first
year is.

Babies need their mothers so much.

I just want to speed things up.

I'm trying.

But I have to see things through this
recession, or six years of work goes up

smoke.

Just as long as we don't go up in smoke.

Well, it kept coming between us.

Then one night... You met Mr.

Evan Gant.

No, not quite.

I mean, it's the same kind of thing.
It's like standing up, winging a roller

coaster upside down, around and around.
It's like being in a washing machine.

You were having drinks with an old
college friend of Michael's when...

chiropractor, you get paid well, you can
eat, you can have a life.

And you don't have to work those hours.

Hey, hey, hey.

What do you call that?

What's that?

Where do you draw the end?

It was just one of those passing moments
that are quickly forgotten.

But two weeks ago... I want to kill

that hotspot.

Okay, Victoria.

No.

Can I do something for you?

You don't remember me?

Should I?

No reason. My name's Evan Gantz.

Mr. Gantz?

I saw you at the marina not too long
ago.

You were with someone.

I recognized you when I saw the article
about your gallery.

I'm a photographer.

I brought a few prints to show you,
but... Maybe I should come back when

not so busy.

I have a few minutes.

Oh.

And this 92 -year -old woman I shot in
Peru.

Great face, isn't it?

Yes.

Her claim to fame was that she outlived
three husbands.

So what do you think?

Good, really good. I'd like to see more.

I'm shooting along the boardwalk in
Venice tomorrow.

Why don't you come down for lunch?

Thank you for the offer.

But I don't think that's possible.

I'd be honored if you would.

What do you think about it?

I was surprised by the attraction I felt
for him.

It was intoxicating.

Vicki, Dr.

Longwell's here. He'd like to see you.

Reminds me of Jane.

She could have posed for it, don't you
think?

I want her to have it.

Would you give it to her for me?

I'll do it today?

No, Sunday.

It's an anniversary of sorts.

A year since we started seeing each
other.

I'm hoping to slip away for a few hours
to see Jane, but in case I get stuck.

As in stuck with your wife?

No.

Don't go moral on me, Vic.

Besides, you've been my unindicted co
-conspirator for nearly a year.

Doesn't mean I'm entirely comfortable.

Do it for Jane's sake?

Come on, be a pal.

Someday, sure.

At that moment, I envied Jane terribly.

I must have been feeling sorry for
myself.

Jane had romance, success.

And I was still struggling.

It felt like Michael and I were always
out of sync.

Hi, sweetheart.

Hi. How was the opening?

Oh, great.

We sold almost everything.

That's great.

I want to celebrate.

How about I take you out to the fanciest
restaurant in town?

Ooh, how about a hamburger and a piece
of birthday cake?

What?

Oh, no. Oh, I forgot.

You sound like you don't want to go.

No, I want to go to Vancouver. Oh, come
on, come on. It'll be great.

It will.

Go ahead, honey. Make a wish.

Boy,

Cindy, are you full of hot air. How did
you do that?

I'm going to need some help on my next
birthday party.

Yes. Yes, you are terrific.

Where do you see these pictures?

These cameras make me nervous.

I like that.

Wait.

Hungry?

Starved. Let's go.

This is the best table in the house.

You have to have a lot of influence to
get it.

After you. I'm impressed.

It's been a perfect day.

You read Count Tolstoy.

You like opera.

You like my work.

Even like I thought.

You're perfect.

You don't know me very well.

I'm far from perfect.

Wrong.

You are perfect.

You're the most perfectly beautiful
woman I've ever seen.

Evan, my interest in you is purely
professional.

You're a very talented artist.

Don't read anything more into it, okay?

I'm a married woman.

I knew I was in trouble right then. I
told myself I wouldn't see him again.

But you saw him the very next day.

And every day that week.

Come on, Aracia.

I'm in a head start.

Go, go, go, go.

Go, go.

There we are.

I can't help the way I feel.

I didn't want to fall in love with you,
but I have.

Evan, don't. Please.

Victoria, we can't go on pretending that
we're just becoming friends.

I knew I never should have done this.

Done what? You haven't done anything.

I can't see you again.

Do you understand?

I think from the first moment I saw him,
I wanted him to kiss me.

And when he did, I wanted more.

I never met a woman yet who had an
affair without sharing the suspense.

Who'd you tell?

I told Jane.

You?

What do you mean, me?

Look, forgive me, I...

I know you have a robust appetite for
life. It's just that you've walked the

straight and narrow for so many years.

Unless you've been holding out on me.

It's not funny.

I think about him constantly.

I mean, even when I'm with Michael,
suddenly Evan pops into my head.

You think it would hurt so bad if maybe
you just got it over with?

What, tell Michael?

Are you out of your mind?

Cause all that fuss without any of the
fun?

Hon, there's not a marriage alive that
can go on forever without a little

It's just the way nature made us. Why be
hypocritical about it?

What is it?

I have never believed in this sort of
thing.

Oh, please, Vicki.

But these days, the only thing would be
to deliberately hurt Michael.

And what Michael doesn't know won't hurt
him.

It'll do your marriage some good, too.

What if Michael finds out? He won't find
out.

I'm the expert.

We won't let him.

Jane's plan was simple.

Michael got roped into having dinner
with a client Sunday night.

And all I had to do was tell Michael I
was having dinner with Jane.

Just one little lie.

By Sunday morning, I was already
thinking about calling it off.

Have you seen my gold cufflinks?

Cufflinks?

Oh, I forgot to tell you. You left them
on the nightstand last week. I put them

in the bottom drawer.

Thanks.

Here, let me help you.

And so, my friends, no one is compelled
to evil.

Only our consent gives it free reign.

The sin is not in being tempted.

It is in yielding to the temptation.

It is not true that there are no
enjoyments in the ways of sin.

There are many and various.

But the great defect of them all is that
they are transitory and unsubstantial.

At war with reason and conscience.

And always they leave behind a stake.

Good

night,

Con. See you tomorrow. Don't work too
late.

Bye darling.

Well, hold it.

What?

You look great in that light.

Michael, let's go someplace.

I mean, let's just get in the car and
drive.

Drive up the coast.

Have dinner at that hotel we used to go
to. Oh, I'd love that.

We could spend the night.

We could be together.

Let's just do it. Honey, we're
committed.

Oh, come on, Michael.

We haven't done anything so crazy and
irresponsible in a long time. Come on.

I'll call Jane.

Call your client.

Honey, honey, I can't.

This guy's paying me a fortune.

Business is business.

Remember?

6 .30. I gotta change.

I'm late.

Michael?

What time will you be home?

I don't know. About midnight?

Don't wait up.

Men.

What did he say?

He accused me of seeing someone else,
like I was his wife. Can you imagine?

He actually threatened me.

If I can't have you, no one can.

He said that? Oh, and worse.

I told him, get out of my house and my
life.

It's over.

He actually thought that looked like me,
huh?

Well, it does a little.

Well, he should have kept it. He'll
never see me like that again.

Well, enough of that nonsense.

Let's just forget about my little
unpleasantness and get to work.

Maybe we better not.

What? I could just show up. I could say
that I have to cancel our engagement.

Why? Because of me?

Don't spoil things.

Let me see.

What have I got that'll look dynamite on
you?

Where's he taking you?

Out to dinner at a restaurant.

Then he wants me to see his studio in
Venice.

Hmm.

Ah.

Here. And try those shoes.

Red. This dress is illegal in 34 states.

I have more keys than a janitor.

Here.

Car key.

House key. Oh, you won't need the house
key. Just use the garage door opener.

Come in the house from the garage. I'll
leave the door unlocked.

Have a ball, hon.

You could break a man's heart in that
dress.

Photographs are wonderful.

I'm glad you like them.

What's going on?

I never should have come here.

What the hell are you doing?

Let go of me!

Let go!

The hell I will.

I'm sorry.

This was a mistake.

A mistake?

Don't make me feel any worse than I do.

A mistake?

My being here. My being here.

It was a mistake. My mistake.

You're here because I invited you here.

And you accept it.

But now I have to go.

Evan, I want to go. Let me go. I want to
go. You want?

You women are all alike.

They don't get it to you.

It's not what you want.

It's what I want!

Can't we just say goodbye?

I'm good and ready.

You have to let me go, Evan.

I have to.

Please?

It's much better.

We got in the car at 11 .15.

I looked at the dashboard clock.

I wanted to get home before Michael.

Okay. You drove Jane's car into her
garage. You went in the house.

Did you change your clothes?

Yes. Did you go into her bedroom?

Yes. But you didn't speak to her?

She was asleep.

I don't believe her dad.

I don't know.

I didn't want to wake her. I wanted to
go home.

The autopsy puts the time of death
between 11 and midnight.

You were in Jane Woodman's house during
that time.

But only for a few minutes.

Time enough to kill somebody.

But if we can prove that you're telling
the truth about your friend helping you

to cheat on your husband, so to speak,
that would go a long way towards

you.

I'm going to find this guy, but it's not
going to be easy.

I mean, he lied to you about his name,
he lied about the photography studio.

He was setting you up from the moment he
met you.

Yes, but why?

To score.

What more reason does this guy need?

Makes him feel like a man.

He'll keep doing it.

Preying on foolish women.

Well, I don't know about that.

Actually, this guy is pretty smooth.

You know...

Once I find him and all has to come out,
that wouldn't be the best way for your

husband to find out what really
happened.

Well, I've been afraid.

Yeah. Well, of course, I'm not married
anymore, so you can't go by me.

But it sounds like he loves you.

You'll hurt him.

He'll be angrier than you've ever seen.

But maybe later.

Who knows?

Yeah, who knows?

Okay, we start with you going home.

Wait for me to call you.

Thanks.

I mean, thank you for putting off your
vacation.

Okay.

Gives me time to lose a few more pounds
before I slip into the old bikini.

Vicki? Vicki?

Are you all right?

No.

Look, we got to take care of you.

Now, this kind of stress, we got to stay
on top of it.

I lied to you.

I didn't have dinner with Jane Sunday
night.

I wasn't with Jane.

I was with man.

You don't know him.

Someone I met at the gallery.

You were with a man?

I was with him.

Wait. Please don't make me spill it out.

It's not an experience that I enjoyed or
that I was proud of.

Then why?

I don't know.

I guess because I thought... I don't
know what I thought.

I just know that I was wrong.

I was...

Very, very wrong. And I am so truly
sorry.

I had to tell you.

You had to.

Oh.

Oh, I get it.

I get it because you were in bed with
another man when Jane was murdered.

And he's proof of your innocence!

Victoria, tonight you'll sleep alone
unless you've got other plans.

The police can't find him.

Who?

Evan Gans. His name is Evan Gans.

The police think I made him up.

Larry sent me to a private investigator,
a woman. She's going to look for him. I

hope you find him.

Are you going to a hotel? I don't know.

Will you call me tomorrow? Would you
please just... Don't ask anything of me

right now.

Can I just ask you one thing?

Where did I go wrong?

You didn't do anything.

It was my fault.

Yes, that's him.

Oh, Timothy.

You're a real artist.

He's a pretty one, isn't he?

You were right.

The pieces are excellent.

I told you.

I'd like to be paid now, if that's all
right.

It's going to take me a few more days to
put the deals together.

A few more days?

That's a lot of money.

I never had this many free Colombians
before.

You said cash, right?

I knew you couldn't handle it.

You want the pieces back.

All I want is my money.

I don't have time to find another fence.

All right, then.

Just give me a few more days.

I'll give you 48 hours.

Then I'll come looking for you.

Boy, you've got a nasty streak in you.

48 hours.

Are you going to see just how nasty I
can be?

Now what?

You've done your part.

Now I do mine.

Mr. Evan Gans, probably not his real
name, likes to hunt for women

in upscale pickup bars near the water.

The bar where he saw Michael and me?

Maybe.

Well, maybe two dozen others.

Can you go into bars without having a
problem?

Nope.

But in my line of work, I can't let that
stop me.

Hey, don't worry.

The hard part for me is laying off
sweets.

How do I look?

Terrific.

Okay. I'll call you if I get lucky.

Don't you want me to go with you?

No. If he sees you, he might just run.

And it means he'll never catch him.

Hello?

I'm up in Santa Barbara at a hotel.

I just wanted you to know the number
here.

Got a pencil?

Yes.

805 -555 -2426.

Got it?

Yes.

There's an emergency call.

What if I just want to talk?

Good to see you.

Hey, that was some party, huh?

Hey, don't go, man.

I owe you one.

It's blonde.

Thanks, pal, but I find my own.

No, you don't get it.

She's looking for you over there by the
bar.

She's been flashing a picture of you.

I didn't tell her we're friends.

We are friends, huh?

Yeah.

So, keep me in mind if you, uh, you
know.

Come across anything interesting?

Club soda?

I understand you're looking for me.

Can I buy you a drink?

No, thanks.

You're a police officer.

No.

No?

I'm a private investigator.

But you were a cop.

Why'd you quit?

Mr. Gans, if that's your name, you're a
material witness in a police

investigation.

Is that so?

You know a woman named Victoria Robeson?

When she... You got any ID?

Yes.

Scotch rocks.

You don't drink on the job.

Very admirable.

Victoria says you two were together on
Sunday night between 8 and quarter past

11. I watched the news.

I know what she's been accused of.

Was she with you?

Maybe.

But maybe it would be awkward for me to
get involved.

I understand.

But if you don't, the subpoena will be
issued and... If you don't show up...

You'd have to come find me again.

I found you once.

I can't do it again.

I'll bet you could.

Come on, let me buy you a real drink.

No.

Thanks.

So what do you say?

Can I help her out?

Maybe we can work something out.

Like what?

Let's go someplace where we can talk.

I came in a cab. You got a car?

I can't believe it.

.20 blood alcohol content.

She was drunk.

She seemed so on top of it.

She said she was a recovering alcoholic,
like she had real pride in herself.

I'll get someone else right away. I got
a call around. She was available.

This is a nightmare.

Mark Longwell killed Jane. I'm sure of
it. There is no one else.

Actually, his alibi is 100 % solid.

In fact...

It's a little stronger than that.

What do you mean?

He's going to testify against you.

And we'll find out what that means
tomorrow in Discovery when the DA shows

what he's got. Look, Vicki, I'm sorry.

This is torture, I know.

But you're not guilty.

That's what matters most.

Does it?

Hello? Larry called me, told me what
happened.

We talked.

I didn't want you to be alone tonight.

Oh, Michael.

I'm not going to be a big help to you,
I'm afraid.

None of it.

I know you said that...

You didn't mean to hurt me and... You
were sorry.

And I believe you.

It's true.

I just... I keep seeing you with this
guy.

What I wanted to say was... You just
gotta give me some time.

And don't ask me how long or what it's
going to take to make this thing right,

because I don't know.

I've only had about four hours sleep
since I left.

So, I'll see you in the morning.

Sorry I'm late.

Osborne dropped the other shoe.

Emotive.

Michael. Vicki.

I have to ask you two something.

Are you holding back any information
from me?

What in the hell are you talking about?
Longwell's wife suspected he was having

an affair with Jane Woodman.

So she hired a private investigator.

Michael, what is it?

Longwell's statement.

He says he confronted Jane with these
photos in the investigator's report.

He says Jane admitted she was seeing
you, Michael.

And that, Victoria, is what a jury will
consider an excellent reason for you to

murder her.

Just wait a minute. I can explain this.
This is not what it appears to be.

I sure hope not.

Look, Vicki and I...

Well, we have been going through our ups
and downs these last couple of months,

you know.

And I thought that I was losing touch
with Vicki.

Jane dropped by one night to return
something she borrowed. Fish knives.

You weren't home.

I offered her a glass of wine. We got to
talking.

And yes, I did see her again after that.
We went out to dinner one time and

lunch another.

We strolled around afterwards, went into
a bookstore.

We were just talking. That's it.

Oh. And this.

I was upset. She put her arms around me.
There was nothing between Jane and I

but friendship.

That's the truth.

It's going to be your word against Mark
Longwell, his wife, the private

investigator. These photos.

The DA will say you killed Jane because
you found out she was seeing Alaskan.

He's taking his evidence to the grand
jury tomorrow.

He'll ask for a first -degree murder
indictment.

He'll get it.

And then what?

You'll be re -arrested.

Your charge is filed.

Higher bail, assuming we get it.

I think we're okay there.

Well, it's obvious.

We have to find the man that... that
Vicky was with.

He's the only one who knows what he
looks like. No, no, no, wait.

We can circulate these.

Yeah.

I've got to get to court.

I'll give you a call later. I mean, I'll
see you at the house.

One more thing.

You're meeting with Randy.

Here's a copy of the tape.

Listen to it. If you can think of
anything you left out, call me.

The record of my iniquity.

No, you listen to me, Novak.

I want my money.

Yeah, well, you better pray that he
does.

What time?

No, I'm not waiting that long.

Okay.

What are you listening to?

My first meeting with Randy Emerson.

She asked a lot of questions, recorded
the whole thing.

Larry asked me to listen to it, in case
I had forgotten something.

Did you?

I don't know. Maybe.

Would you listen to it?

Sure.

What happened to that roll of film?

Maybe there wasn't any film in the
camera.

Maybe you weren't born to play a
detective.

What do you want, an 8x10 of your lover?

Damn it, Michael.

And maybe the film is still in the
camera.

And maybe the camera is still in his
studio where we had sex.

I apologize.

No, you haven't done anything wrong.

I'm the one who created this mess. I'm
the one who cheated. Please stop.

What?

Vicki, you are not the first person who
ever gave in like this to temptation.

But I have ruined everything for us.

Our marriage, our future.

I can't let you go on like this.

Like what?

I can't let you go on believing that
you're the only one.

What are you saying?

At that convention last year in Kansas
City,

there was a woman.

She was an attorney.

She was married. I never saw her again.

Oh, wow.

I'm sorry. It just happened.

And I was feeling miserable because I
hurt you so badly.

And you let me believe that. It just
hurt so damn much at first that it

matter. But then it did, and I couldn't
go on behaving like you were the only

one.

How come all of a sudden I feel better?

Because I'm letting you off the hook?

You're letting me off the hook.

And what about the grand jury? Your
confession, which I'm not sure I

appreciate, isn't going to change
anything.

But us... Oh, Michael, we never had to
talk about trust before. We just did it.

Look, we'd better... I mean, this is
going to take a lot of time.

You think we can just give it a little
rest?

Because we'd better go see a man about a
camera.

You're Mrs.

Robeson? This is my husband.

Mr. Fox, I know you've already talked to
the police, but do you mind if we take

a few minutes of your time?

Yeah, all right. Come in.

I've already told them. I don't know
anything about all this.

May I offer you some refreshment?

No, thank you. We haven't.

Mr.

Fox, my wife says she was here with a
man who used your studio as though it

his own.

Yeah, so I got it.

I'm terribly sorry, but I don't know any
such person.

What about your cameras?

Mr. Fox, this man, Evan Gans, or
whatever his real name might be, he had

camera. He took pictures with it.

I see.

Well... I use all my cameras, except for
one or two very old ones.

And I had most of them with me when I
was away.

But...

No?

None missing?

They're all here?

Don't touch them.

Why?

Fingerprints. Oh, come on. Just tell me.

Is there something about that particular
camera?

No, no. It's just that, um... Well, I
always like to put a camera away on its

back. I don't like the rest of them.
I'll lend the barrel.

Do you have a pair of rubber gloves?

Yeah, of course.

Out in the focus.

Badly framed.

This guy didn't know what he was doing
with that camera.

That's proof, isn't it? Well, it proves
somebody took a picture of you with that

camera. We'll have to have it tested for
fingerprints and the film canister. Mr.

Fox, it's obvious someone did use your
studio.

Who could have let him in?

Look, there's only one person, and she
said she didn't.

Miss Reinhardt?

Yeah. My name's Michael Robeson. I know
who you are. Why don't you go away?

We just want to talk to you. I said go
away. I don't want to talk to you.

Don't make me call the police. No, go
ahead. Go ahead. Call them. Ask

Alvin Gervitt.

Tell him you want to explain why you
lied about letting Evan Gans use your

boyfriend's studio.

And this.

Does Alistair know?

I'm afraid so.

Great.

I'm sorry to do this to you, but I have
been accused of murdering my best

friend. I really must find this man.

Look, I don't know where he is. I mean,
I'm not even sure who he is.

Anything you can tell us about him,
please.

Well, his name isn't Evan Gantz.

He's probably not Eric Gaines either.

I met him at the marina. He ships out
and comes in.

Some kind of sailor? No, he's a merchant
marine.

I saw him a few times when Alistair was
away.

You let him use Alistair's studio? Why?
No, I didn't.

But I think he stole Alistair's key from
my purse.

Oh, you think so?

Well, I caught him putting it back.

He said he found it behind some seat
cushion or something.

I didn't believe him, but I wasn't going
to press it.

He's got a temper.

You dated him anyway?

He was, um...

I think I'm not going to talk about
this.

Alistair's going to kill me.

How did he know about Alistair's studio?

I loaned him one of Alistair's cameras.

He had to take some pictures of some
South American carvings or something.

I think he was trying to sell them.

I know he didn't trust the guy he was
doing business with.

What was the guy's name?

I think his name was Novak.

Wilfred Novak?

I don't know, just Novak.

Michael.

You know, you are going to have to talk
to the police about this.

It's not the police I'm afraid of.

It's Alistair.

So who is this Wilfred Novak?

He's a dealer here in L .A. I've heard
of him.

Objedar, Colombian stuff, very pricey.

Okay, I think it's time to call in some
IOUs.

There's one.

There's another.

Plus five points off the camera.

You say this guy's in the Merchant
Marine?

Well, maybe.

Listen, if you get a make on these, you
call me, okay? Anytime.

It's very important. I understand.

Nice to meet you, Mrs. Robeson.

Thank you for all your help.

Come on.

You must be an old friend of yours.

And Miss Reinhardt will tell you all
this herself.

So if the fingerprints give us a name to
go with the fate, then you'll know my

wife has been telling you the truth.

Then who killed the woodman woman?

Mark Longwell.

His wife is lying to give him an alibi.
I just know it.

Why would she lie? Nearly as we can
tell, she doesn't even love him. After

he's philandering.

I know Alicia.

She's finally got Mark right where she
wants him. If he doesn't follow her

around for the rest of his life, she can
put him in prison, if not the gas

chamber.

That's it?

Mm -hmm. Come on, isn't that enough? The
woman said Gans was trying to sell some

art. It was probably stolen. It all
fits.

Fits what?

Mrs. Robeson, you were questioned last
year with regard to an art forgery.

I am not the first gallery owner to
be... Robbery says they investigated,

you were cleared, just like Wilford
Novak. So what's it prove?

Well, it doesn't matter what I say or
what anyone else says. You just won't

believe me.

Mrs. Robeson, you have motive, means,
opportunity.

Your prints are on the murder weapon.

No offense, Counselor.

If the camera turns up any interesting
prints, I'll call you.

Well, we're going to find Evan Gans.

And when we do, Lieutenant Gervitz,
we'll call you.

Uh -uh.

Taking the goodies before I get my
money?

Strictly against the rules.

I'm afraid you're going to have to sell
a serious penalty. I don't have the

money yet.

This isn't what it looks like.

Okay, it's going to be on this side.

I hope he works late.

Here it is.

No one here.

Let's go around back and see if we can
get inside.

Take it easy.

It's not going to do us any good to get
arrested for breaking and entering.

Come on.

Let's go find out where Novak lives.

What if we find Novak and he denies
knowing Gans or Gains or whatever his

is? I'll sweat it out of him.

I am going to find this bastard Gans.
I'm going to tear his head off.

And I'd like to strangle your Kansas
City bombshell too, but that wouldn't

Let's go home.

I'd like to forget I ever met Evan Gans.

I wish we could, but he is the key to
your defense.

The key to your defense.

But I think he stole Alistair's key from
my purse.

The key?

Michael, we've got to go to Jane's
house. What?

Jane's house. I've got to get inside.

Hurry, Michael.

The police said there was no forced
entry.

Yeah, until now. When Gervitz finds out
we broke in here, he's going to throw us

both in jail.

The house key's gone.

Evan Gant stole the key from Judy
Reinhardt's purse.

And he stole Jane's house key from my
purse, thinking it was my key.

Of course.

He must have followed me.

We followed you. Why?

I wouldn't stay with him.

He was furious with me. He must have
thought that he was following me home.

thought this was my house.

The police said that...

All of Jane's keys were accounted for.
They didn't think any keys were missing.

What if he left it behind after he used
it to get in?

There.

He came in here, he fell the basket, he
dropped the key in along with all the

others.

I laid the red dress over that chair.

It's the first thing he saw as he came
in the door.

He thought I slept here.

He came upstairs in the dark.

He saw the red dress.

Her hair had spread out on the pillow.

He thought it was mine.

He never saw her face.

He came to kill me, but he killed Jane
instead by mistake.

Don't you see? He thought it was me.

If I hadn't been such a fool, Jane would
still be alive.

Yes, that's Evan Gantz. Okay,
Lieutenant, check this.

Print number one, I lifted off the
camera.

Print number two, from the victim's
house key.

Same guy.

Evan Allen Hunsinger.

Well, he's a sailor, all right. Second
mate's license revoked.

Served eight years for manslaughter.

Beat a fellow seaman to death.

Oh, my goodness.

Well, well, what do you know?

You have my apologies, Mrs. Robeson. We
try hard. Sometimes we make mistakes.

We're only human.

I hope you won't hold this against the
department.

We'll get a warrant out on this
character.

Get the bail bond released in the
morning.

Hey,

what's this?

I need a drink.

I need a hot bath.

Vicki, I'm sorry that I wasn't always
there for you, and I should have been.

You were there for me when it counted
most.

Good evening, kids.

Hope you don't mind if I use your tape
deck.

This little pre -recorded message is
just my way of saying, welcome home.

I want to commend you both on your
excellent taste.

Particularly your lingerie, Victoria.

I'm scared, Michael.

No, don't go out there.

the car phone to call the police. Just
stay here. I'll be right back. Michael.

Don't worry. Don't worry.

I'll be back.

Right here next to the phone.

Nothing has been disturbed. Thank you
very much.

She was great in bed.

Women like that, it's hard to keep them
satisfied.

Or maybe just you can't keep her
satisfied.

Yes, affirmative.

Have you located the ship yet?

Yes, sir, we have.

Sailed yesterday without Hunsinger
aboard.

Sorry, Lieutenant.

Not aboard?

No, sir.

Seaman Evan Hunsinger failed to make it
back to the ship before it left the

harbor. Anything else we can do for you?

No, thank you, Captain.

Roger now.

Where to, Lieutenant?

I don't know.

I think I'll call the ropes and let them
know.

They may want to take some precautions.

If we find this guy, I don't want to
make any more mistakes.

Hello, dispatch.

This is Lieutenant Gervins. Could you
please patch me through to this number?

555 -4189.

Sorry, Lieutenant.

555 -4189 is reported out of order.

Thanks. Turn around.

Dispatch, send me a backup to the Wilson
house.

Thank you.

The police are coming. The police are
coming.

Are you all right? Oh, yeah.

Come on. Take your shoes off.