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The Battered Nuggets did it again.

They lost 105 to 92.

Now over to Bob.

Thank you.

Look at this. Look in the car.

I'm sorry.

I thought this place was open.

Your car.

I'm so sorry.

Are you sure you're all right? Yeah.

You sure?

Mm-hmm. I'm fine.

Oh, right. That's right.

There's just one thing.

You're not insured. Oh, now, don't tell me you're not insured. No, I am. It's

just, would you mind talking to my father before calling your insurance

company?

Your father?

Yeah.

I got into another accident. Nobody was hurt, though.

My fault.

He's right here, Daddy. His name is Jack.

Hello? I'm Jack Keneally.

Jack, I'm Mr. Cody, Vera's father.

Vera tells me she hit your car.

I hope you're all right.

Yeah, I'm fine.

The car is a bit damaged. It's going to need some body work.

That'll be taken care of.

Look, I'm sure you won't be surprised to hear that Vera's driving record isn't

very good.

No, that doesn't surprise me at all, Mr. Cody.

Jack, do me a favor.

She's not on the insurance policy for that car.

Willing to say that I was driving the car at the time of the accident.

Oh, I don't know.

You understand that your car will be fixed either way.

He's pretty pleased, pretty pleased with sugar on top.

All right, Mr. Carter, give me a detail.

Well, the night's almost over, Miss Blanchard. Can I get you another drink?

Oh. Maybe some other time when I'm not already drunk.

Oh, well. You really are a nice guy, helping a lady out of a jam.

Where are you from?

Have a look.

New York?

That's right.

Just passing through?

Just passing through.

Well, New York boy, just passing through. I want you to know that I'm

very grateful.

And I'm going to my hotel now.

Really?

It's too bad you're driving that pile of scrap because if you can catch me, you

can have me.

you

How did you get in?

Well, it's amazing what people will do for money.

What happened to you?

Did you get lost?

Mm-hmm.

Who is it?

Room service.

We're not finished.

There's a problem with your card, sir.

Come in.

I'm sorry, sir. The management had to destroy it.

I'll see if I've got the cash. Don't worry about it. Put it on the room.

Thanks.

I'm sorry.

Tough time in Reno?

No. Another gambling strip called Wall Street.

I was a broker in futures and commodities.

Doing well.

What are you doing now?

Well, I figured I'd come out west.

Find a small town with a little opportunity.

Found it in Ashcroft.

But that's 20 miles away.

That's right.

Rented a place on Main Street.

Don't laugh, but I'm going to open a video store.

You said you were just passing through on your way to New York. No, I didn't. I

said I was from New York and I was passing through.

Don't know how I misled you.

Don't you?

I was driving a little drunk. I hit your car and you were so nice about the

insurance. I thought, what the hell? Live dangerously. He's handsome enough.

You'll never see him again. Why not play the whore?

Jack, I have to live here.

Vera, I'm not going to tell anybody about this. It's none of their business.

I'm sorry, Jack.

You have to go.

Here, I'd like to see you again.

No, Jack, I'm sorry.

Please.

Karen, do you think that guy's really going to come back?

What?

Ruth Lundquist died early this morning.

It is not known at this time what sort of drugs she ingested or whether it

was... Where is Lundquist?

No kidding.

What were you saying before?

That guy, yeah.

Melissa, you've got to stop thinking about him.

He's the first guy I met that I really liked.

You know, there's lots of big talkers out there. Oh, my God. Maybe that's all

he was.

Melissa.

I knew he'd come back.

Him.

Yes, he's back.

Not bad. Only a day late.

Better a day late than a dollar short. How do I look?

You look good.

You sure I look okay? Great.

All right. Oh, when Mr. Banner comes back, tell him I quit.

And tell him he's an asshole.

Hey, Jack.

Hi, Melanie.

Melissa.

Hi. Whoa, what happened to your car?

Oh, had a bit of an accident last night.

You don't want to work for me, Melissa?

Sure, why not?

Eat the hell out of the beauty parlor. You know, I could fix this place up for

you really good.

Frankly, you could use a woman's touch.

You don't know what I'm paying yet?

Well, so keep me in suspense. What are you paying?

I don't think I can pay you anything at the moment.

Okay, well, how about I work for 30% on the profit?

How about 15?

How about 25% of the profit net or 15% of the profit gross?

Whichever's higher.

Melissa, deal.

Deal. Can you empty the trunk?

Jack? Yeah?

I was noticing a lot of these tapes look like they've been used.

What's the deal? Are you moving from another location?

No.

Bought 500 tapes from a guy in New York.

Said his store was going out of business. Wanted to unload his stock.

I argued him down for two grand in cash.

Five bucks a tape. That's great.

Oh, I mean four bucks a tape.

Well, when I turned up with the cash, he said he wanted to keep 50 tapes behind.

He had them spread all over the store like he was still in business.

I thought it was a bit weird.

But he let me choose the titles I wanted.

Well, I hope you left him all the porno titles.

No, I kept them.

Then I smelled the gas on the way out.

You smelled the what?

The gas.

I was halfway across the Brooklyn Bridge, and I heard there was a major

fire at a video store.

Oh, my God. So, I mean, what did you do? Did you call the cops?

I couldn't.

They'd have kept these tapes as evidence.

I'd have been out of business.

You mean... We would have been out of business.

Right.

What do you reckon?

Well, it'll take me about a day to do the estimate, but I'll have your rental

card for you in about ten minutes.

Great.

Will that be cash or chart?

up, you create a porn movie back in your car and get your ass out of Nevada.

I've got a license to do business here.

Consider it revoked.

Shall I ask the young lady to leave while we discuss figures?

This isn't a shakedown.

It's an eviction.

But you can take the little whore with you if you like.

Just let me unload it.

Give me the gun, mister.

You broke my fucking nose, man.

Don't make it worse, Jack. They've already got you for assaulting a police

officer.

He's no cop.

What are you talking about? I see him all the time. Of course he's a cop.

Maybe a cop in Henderson, but down here in Ashcroft, he's just another fuck.

You want me out of town. Why?

Hmm?

Gordon Nimitz, security chief, the palatial.

What's that?

Um, it's a casino resort in Hendrickson.

Actually, it's almost the entire town of Hendrickson.

It's a mistake.

It's a misunderstanding, eh?

You get the fuck out of here.

Let's go. It's over.

See you later.

Jack, be careful.

I can't believe you broke a cop's nose.

I told you you shouldn't have kept those porno titles.

Yeah, you're probably right. I better get some ice on this.

Jack, do you like pizza?

Of course.

American, huh?

It's our national food, pepperoni.

Hey.

Jack, do you know what this place needs? This place needs an identity.

What? An identity.

You see, Renting videos in this day and age is not enough, but you have to have,

like, a theme or an image.

I have this friend, Charlie. He's a retired window dresser. He has really

neat props.

I'm sure he'd let us borrow them if we asked him.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

What's that?

Did you lock up?

You know, Melissa, these are actually x-ray glasses.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

I could see a freckle in that girl's right breast.

Jack, maybe you can get away with that kind of talk in New York, but this is a

small town.

Oh.

I suppose it's just one of those amazing coincidences.

I'll let you open.

We were just closing.

They were?

Good.

Well, you can stay if you want, but I'm taking a pizza.

And the beer.

Sounds like I made a new friend.

Women don't usually like me.

I don't believe you.

You surprised to see me?

Yeah.

You glad to see me?

Yeah. Are you not sure?

Oh, yeah. I'm sure.

Thank you.

You look like a pro.

I used to be one.

Hi, did I wake you?

You're fast.

I don't sleep much. Maybe three, four hours a night.

So it's like Canfield, I'll note, where a couple of decks await.

What's Canfield?

Gambler's Solitaire.

Pay the casino $52 a deck.

Go through one card at a time.

After you've dealt your hand,

And then for every card you put up, you'd get back five dollars.

How often do you go through the deck?

Once.

That's tough.

Ruins you for regular solitaire.

You ever win?

Go back to sleep.

I don't want to, Rebecca.

No,

you won't.

Nothing's possible.

I can't do that.

I'll

try,

okay? Goodbye.

You have breakfast yet?

I found a great place to eat. Sounds great. It's a little noisy.

I'll wait for you in the car. I'm starving.

Good morning.

Morning.

Morning, Alyssa.

Morning. So, Alyssa.

Haven't you ever heard of the Mayan culture?

Yeah, primitive.

I like it.

Who the hell is she, Jack?

I thought I was the only one you knew in town.

She's the lady who rear-ended me.

Oh, so you felt like you had to return the compliment?

You know, if you don't mind my saying so, she looks like a real bitch.

That's not very nice, Melissa.

It would make me a dog.

Well, so?

and I'm so zoomy.

Hey! Hey!

Well, you look nice.

Who are you calling?

Good morning, Slazer Casino Resort. May I help you?

What?

What, Jack?

See you later.

Do you think you could do me a huge favor?

Sure.

Could you give me a letter just saying how the accident happened, that Daddy

was driving the car, only adding that I was the passenger?

We'd have to get it notarized. When the claims are justful.

I don't know what I can do now.

I already sent my report to the insurance.

Didn't mention me at all? No, I wasn't supposed to, remember?

Remember to change anything else?

I could say that I hit you, but I was driving a Mack truck and you were on a

bicycle. Since I'm already on record as being fine.

Oh, why not? What's a little lie between friends?

No, don't worry about it. Forget I said anything. I'll do it. I'll do it.

Well,

the door is used, but it had to come from Reno. So with the repaint labor, it

comes to this.

I can live with that.

Okay. I'll have my boys buff it up, and you can grab a coffee while I finish the

paperwork.

How you doing?

Hi.

I'm sorry, you want part of the paper?

Yeah, have you got the support?

Uh, no.

Guy took it with him.

Yeah.

All right.

Car trouble?

Yeah, I got hit.

Oh, too bad.

Nobody was hurt, I hope.

Nah.

Where did it happen?

Freeway or?

No, a gas station.

No big deal. The other car got it worse.

What kind of car was it?

Why?

Just curious.

Was it a Ferrari?

Was Brian Cody driving it?

Was he drunk?

You're Jack Neely, right?

My name's Mark.

Bernard Mark.

Do me a favor and buy a paper today.

Buy it, and then read it.

Hey, still padding those claims, Chevy?

Here you go, Kurt.

Do you know that guy?

Yeah.

Bernard March.

Number one fraud investigator for Marathon Mutual Insurance.

Two years ago, a baby got killed in an accident.

Parents went after the company for a faulty car seat.

March came in and turned the whole thing around.

Parents ended up getting charged with manslaughter.

Watch that guy. He's a dangerous fuck.

Do you know where I could get some insurance in my store?

Uh, try Walker Neff down the block.

Thanks. See you again.

Cheers.

You know, Jack, I really wish you'd get rid of those porno videos.

I will, I promise.

I have to put up with it. There was this one guy, he was there all afternoon,

he's going, hey, you have one with two girls and three guys, you have one with

a guy and three...

Hey, Jack.

What do you want?

I just wanted to bring you this paper in case you haven't read it yet.

And I want to talk to you about car accidents and people who take too many

pills. You know, it's a curious thing.

Sometimes it's suicide and sometimes it's accidental.

Which do you like, Jack?

You know why I like suicide?

You don't pay out in suicide.

That's right, we don't. So as far as I'm concerned, it's suicide. But there is a

third possibility.

Not suicide, not accidental, but... Come on. Give us a hint.

No. I like suicide myself.

Okay, then.

Why don't you try it first and let us know how it works out?

It's real sweet.

Oh, by the way, did your boyfriend tell you that he spent four years in a

federal penitentiary?

What was it for, Jack? Oh, yeah.

Selling fraudulent tax shelters, right?

You know, if I were you, I'd get them and take a blood test.

Have a nice evening.

See you at the inquest, Jack.

Mr. Cody is being treated for hypertension with a medication, Methyl

Dopa. The result of Ruth Lundquist's ingestion of a massive quantity of her

husband's medication was the slowing of her heart rate to an abnormally low

level. At this lower level, her heart was unable to produce sufficient blood

flow to the body, leading to coma and eventually death.

The technical term for this condition is high output heart failure. In

conclusion... It is tragic indeed that this dose of methyl dopha might not well

have been fatal had it not taken six hours before Mrs. Lundquist was found

and given medical attention.

I really must protest.

The reason for Mr.

Cody's absence from his home may be embarrassing, but it's not a crime to

have an affair.

You are out of order, Mr. McDonald. This is a coroner's jury hearing, not a

trial.

We are well aware that at the time of the fatal overdose, the time set by the

coroner's report, Mr.

Cody and Miss Vera Blanchard were returning from a private function to a

suite at the Sundance Ranch.

I have a notarized statement signed by Jack Keneally, the man in the car

accident with him, which sets the time at 5.02 a.m.

We have the suicide note, and I quote, Cody...

I know you're still seeing Vera. I won't stand for this anymore.

Madam Coroner, may I approach the bench?

I need to request more time to investigate the possibility that this

death was not a suicide.

Mr. March, I was under the impression that nothing would make you happier than

a verdict of suicide. Normally that would be the case, but I've been waiting

on the particulars of the policy. Mr. Wood?

My job is to thoroughly examine the details of any case where there's a

large incentive for fraud to occur. In this case, I feel that fraud could

include a murder.

That's a serious charge, Mr. March. As you can see, Mr.

Cody would benefit a great deal from his wife's suicide.

We need a little more time.

Very well.

This inquest is adjourned until 10 a.m. tomorrow morning.

You seem to pop up where the pussy is, Jack.

It's getting interesting, isn't it?

Jack.

Mr. Keneally.

Glad to see you can make it.

Means a lot to us.

Thank you.

Nice to see you feel close to your daddy.

It's not what you think.

Speaking from experience, are we minutes?

That token entitles you to a free drink, neighbor.

I hope you like scotch.

You know, I used to do the grunt work around here.

Now I run the place.

My friends have been burning up the fax lines about you.

You just got out of jail six weeks ago.

And you told Vera you were stockbroker.

I never tell the whole truth to strangers.

Good policy.

Could make me a lousy choice for an alibi.

Yeah, but you're the only one I've got.

That's why you're still around.

Funny, I thought it was because you and your friends couldn't get me to leave

town, Mr. Cody.

Jack, I didn't bring you here to threaten you.

The facts are, I was driving that night, right? I mean, you signed a notarized

statement to that effect.

And you do have this criminal record, you see.

Jack, if you change your story now, well, one lie can lead to another lie.

If it wasn't a suicide, then where were you that night?

I mean, you see, all things can be easily turned around.

You could be a killer for hire.

And who would think they hired me, Mr. Cody?

I go down, you go down.

Well, that's why no one's going down.

Because you're not going to change your story.

And you're going to be a very rich man.

I already am.

Come on, Jack.

What's your price?

Well... Anything you want.

I wouldn't touch.

Hey, Jack.

You play roulette, Jack?

No, it's the fast way to lose money.

Oh, yeah, I like it.

Reminds me of the insurance business.

In a good year, the money we take in on premiums compared to the money we pay

out on claims breaks even.

And we make our profit on investments.

So you can see where a fraudulent claim of $9 million might throw that off

balance a little bit.

That's right.

That's what Cody's wife was carrying, Jack, $9 million.

What was your cut, Jack?

I didn't have a cup.

Guess you lose much.

I know you're involved, Jack.

All of it. I don't know how, but I'm going to find out.

conscience.

Who died and made you Jiminy Cricket?

Nobody.

Jack, do you know why I quit my lucrative minimum wage job at the beauty

parlor to come work for you?

Well, it couldn't have been for the money.

No. Was it because you discovered a beauty with more than skin deep?

No, Jack. It's because, I don't know, I find you incredibly urbane.

Urbane? Yes.

Is that urban with an E?

Are you making fun of me?

Uh, no.

Good.

Yeah, I don't know. You have to understand, Chad, I'm just a small-town

girl. I've never been to New York. I never had anybody I could talk to before

about anything that was important to me. And then all of a sudden, you blow into

town. Here you are, a real New Yorker, sophisticated, suave.

Don't forget Urban with an E.

That's right, Urban with an E also.

Exciting to me. Of course, I mean, don't get me wrong. I know a lot of guys have

been in jail, but it's usually for stuff like vehicular manslaughter or beating

up their girlfriend, but never anything really clever, white-collar, interesting

like what you did.

Listen, Melissa.

What?

They put you in the same jail no matter what color your car is.

What I did on Wall Street?

It was just as bad as the guy who sticks a gun in your gut and steals your

wallet. Really?

Do you know why I wanted to get into this business, you know, this small

penny-ante business when I got out? No.

Because I wanted to do something simple, decent, and honest. I had to prove to

myself that I could.

We may not make a lot of money, but I don't want to go to jail.

After further analysis of the evidence, the court has decided that a criminal

investigation into the events surrounding Mrs. Cody's death is now

warranted. This means a postponement of our proceedings.

It has also been brought to my attention that the signee of the affidavit, Mr.

Jack Keneally, is now residing in Ashcroft and therefore could appear as a

witness.

I recommend that neither he nor anyone else associated with this case leave

town until further notice.

That is all I have to say at this time.

We are adjourned.

So how come you don't like suicide anymore?

Morning, Jack.

I never did like suicide.

You see, we pay off on a suicide if the policy's 20 years old, which this is.

Except she changed the Benny four years ago.

The what? The Benny, the beneficiary.

I've always liked murder.

You don't pay off on murder. Yeah, sure we do.

Unless the murderer is also the Benny.

Good. You just figured that out?

That's good, Jack.

Mr. Keneally.

Yeah? We'd like to have a little chat with you inside, if you don't mind.

No, I don't mind.

Frank, you mind if I join you?

Okay, let's try this one more time.

You were driving into the gas station. Listen, guys, why don't you just take

this, and then you can listen to it as much as you like. It's just that it's so

interesting the way the story changes each time you tell it.

So, you were driving into the gas station, leaving.

I get stopped at the light.

And what happened?

I got hit.

He got out, I got out.

Who?

Cody.

And you talked.

That's right.

He said, you all right? I said, fuck, we exchanged insurance numbers and we drove

off.

Make any phone calls, Jack?

No. No?

Cody make any calls?

Not while I was there.

Phone records show that Cody called his house right after the accident, Jack.

Any idea why?

He'll ask his wife if she'd taken her poison yet.

You know, it's a curious thing, Jack. Right after the accident, you, Cody,

Vera, somebody calls Cody's house from a payphone.

Conversation lasts a couple of minutes.

So? So who answered the fucking phone, Jack?

I mean, nobody was supposed to be there except Ruth Lundquist. That's why nobody

found her body for six hours.

Then she must have answered the phone. Come on, Jack.

Except she's already taken enough of her husband's heart medicine to kill a

fucking horse, Jack. Somebody else was in that house and answered that phone.

What about an answering machine?

They don't have one.

Besides, Jack, you know, they're not going to leave it on the machine because

the message is, Dear Jack, Vera and I have faked the accident. Go ahead and

inject my wife with methyl dopa. I mean, isn't that the way it happened?

I want a lawyer. No, guilty people want lawyers. I want a fucking lawyer. I know

you're lying. You don't need a lawyer. You're not being charged. He came in

voluntarily. We'll give you a ride home.

I've got my own car.

No, you don't.

It got told.

Hey, anybody want to help run Mr. Keneally to Ashcroft?

Oh, I don't mind.

Pretty far out of your way, isn't it, Mike?

It's okay.

I'm up for lunch hour.

Hey, Jack.

Know why the cops always hold the perp's head when they put him in the car?

So he can't hurt himself.

All right, Jack.

Time to pay the piper, boy.

Come on, Jack, get out of there.

Come on, get your... Jack, get your ass out.

You got yourself a visitor, Jack.

We'd like to remind you not to change your story.

Take it easy, Jack. You're not going nowhere, boy.

Jack, it's your lucky day.

Jackpot.

I wish I could drive you all the way home, Jack, but as you pointed out,

we're almost out of my jurisdiction.

I had three brothers who all played football.

Is Cody worried about the inquest being delayed?

Very. He thought it would be wrapped up today.

They just finally got him to leave.

He spent an hour in the bedroom on the phone.

It's been very secretive, running in and out, slamming doors, fooling around in

the study.

There you go.

You'll live.

I need a drink.

Any scotch?

Downstairs.

How did you get involved with Cody?

I got bored being a waitress, so I enrolled in croupier school.

After I graduated, I got a job dealing at the Palacio.

When I had been there a couple of months, my pit boss started talking

about how easy it would be for a blackjack dealer to skim.

If her pit boss was her partner.

Then another dealer got caught skimming.

Fingered my pit boss.

He named everyone involved.

Before they killed him.

I didn't know anything was wrong.

My shift ended at midnight.

And Brian Cody, who I'd been sleeping with, asked me to give him a ride home.

As I drove, he told me that we had been caught.

And that my pit boss was already dead.

That he had been ordered to drive me out into the desert and shoot me.

I thought for sure I was going to die.

But he was actually saving my life.

I didn't step out of that door for four months.

That's where I learned to play Canfield sometimes 12 hours a day.

Cody came when he could.

Filled the refrigerator twice a week.

Then one day he came over with a birth certificate.

And I was reborn.

Vera Blanchard.

Some hair dye.

A nose job.

And a new chin.

And my own parents wouldn't know me.

When did this all happen?

Four years ago.

Why did you help Cody kill his wife?

Because he let me live.

in love with him.

He wanted to marry me.

You better think about what the life of one of his wives is worth for her.

He doesn't own me, Jack.

The reservation's been changed?

Oui, monsieur.

To the 27th. A week from today.

That's correct.

One way to Paris.

Thank you.

Merci.

What's going on?

You know this girl.

She's a cocktail waitress at the Palacio.

Deborah something.

Well, Deborah something's passport's got your name on it.

And this is a ticket from Paris, France for today in your name.

Used to you?

Those calls that Cody was making were to change that reservation to a week from

today. What are you getting at?

Cody thought that the inquest would be over today, didn't he?

Mm-hmm.

So he wouldn't need your testimony after today.

No. No.

Did Cody tell you to sleep with me?

What do you mean?

Did Cody tell you to fuck me?

No. I have to know the truth, Vera.

Yes. Is that what you want to hear? Yes.

He told me to rear-end an out-of-state car driven by one man and to fuck him if

I could because that would make sure that the guy was on my side if there was

any trouble.

No, man. I'm the woman he loves to sleep with another man.

He doesn't love you, Vera.

He's going to kill you.

Look.

He's gone.

He's gonna kill you like he killed his wife, your boss.

The devil knows who else.

And that girl.

What girl?

I didn't want him to.

But I didn't want to die.

Cody said they wouldn't believe I was dead if there wasn't a body in the car.

So they picked up a street walker on the way out of town.

Now do you see why I can't leave?

Help me, Jack.

He's gonna try and kill you.

He's gonna try and kill us both.

Help me, Jack.

We have to kill him.

Mr. Cody, I think you're going to want to take this call.

It's where I'm calling from.

What is this?

I'm calling from a little gas station just outside of town.

Pulled in here the other morning about 5 a.m.

Why should I care?

Because two cars pulled up.

A Mustang, a Ferrari with its front back.

He made a phone call.

Guess he wasn't there, Mr. Cody.

What are you after?

The guy in the Mustang, yes.

He got his balls kicked in.

Do you want the same?

I was thinking more along the lines of money.

The executor got an in-date flight to Mexico City.

I want to be honest.

You go to the International Lounge.

Bring $500,000 in cash.

In a briefcase.

You expect me to bring $500,000 to a guy I've talked to once in the fall?

You have a choice.

All right.

Then I'll bring the money.

You're not going to meet your name loud. It's too public.

I'll tell you what.

Meet me at a hangar at 6, 7 o'clock.

Come alone, Mr. Cody.

within has been talking this can you leave sherry's tight yeah can you be

talking to a cop this guy's no cop he's too dumb to be a cop or maybe too smart

starting to dress like my conscience where's your halo jiminy jiminy wears a

top hat don't open till 10 do you want to go for a drive oh take me to

breakfast no i'm not taking you to breakfast i'm just taking for a drive

get in

where

are we going somewhere important something i want

It's Cody's wife.

They buried her today.

Jack? Mm-hmm? I need to ask you something.

Are you a murderer?

Of course not. I mean, I know you're a crook, but, um, maybe I'm being foolish.

Melissa, stop talking like that. Jack, Jack, I know about your statement for

the inquest.

It's a lie.

You know it. It's a lie.

Cody wasn't in that car. It was that blonde.

They were both in the car he was driving. She was in the passenger seat.

Why would you sign your name to a bunch of lies?

It's the truth. That's what happened.

Oh, sure.

Sure. Right, so he hit your car and he said, so sorry, why don't you take my

girlfriend back to the hotel and fuck her brains out? What kind of idiot do

you think I am, Jack?

Cody was not in the car. He was back at the house waiting for the go-ahead to

kill his wife.

It all comes back to the money, doesn't it?

What money?

Right. What money?

Melissa, what money?

You know what money.

I'm talking about the two checks for $5,000 you deposited into your account.

The morning you had breakfast with that blonde friend of yours.

The checks from Cody.

Look, I don't want to believe it myself.

I keep trying to tell myself you got drawn into it by thinking with your

heart instead of your brain.

I guess it's just the romantic in me.

Melissa, who have you been talking to?

March? I'm innocent and he's trying to nail me.

Melissa!

Somebody's lying, Jack.

I hope it's not you.

So are you winning or losing?

Winning, as usual.

Look, I'm not going to be able to come over tonight.

Okay, hon.

Where are you going?

Well, I've got some business to attend to.

Anything wrong?

Nothing I can't handle.

Two bags in the name of Cody for your connecting flight to Mexico City.

There you go. Which way is hangar six?

Just down the corridor.

Next, please.

Anybody here?

I see you found my playroom.

So, you got your one-way ticket to Mexico, and I've got

a little going-away present for you.

I don't get it.

What are we doing here? Playing hide and fucking seek?

Look, whoever you are, we got a deal.

What a surprise.

Is that a good surprise or a bad surprise, Mr. Cody?

What are you doing here?

I knew you looked like you were waiting for somebody.

I was waiting for you.

I don't think so.

What's this?

What does it look like?

Looks like you're in a lot of trouble, Mr. Cody, so why don't you pick that up

and follow me, okay, smart guy?

Yeah, do me a favor, Mr.

Cody.

I can't believe it. What are we going to do?

How are we going to get rid of him now?

We don't have to.

I told Marge about Cody leaving. It's the best thing that could have happened.

Now they're going to have to lock him up because he was trying to flee the

country. If he starts talking, you know he's going to bring the two of us into

this. Let him try.

Besides, we've been worrying so much about Cody's alibi, we've forgotten that

we have an alibi for the time of the murder ourselves.

Remember the waiter?

My credit card?

You said you were going to kill him.

No, I didn't.

Because now that, you know, now they've got him locked up, maybe we should bite

the bullet and tell the truth.

You can.

You're forgetting I'm guilty.

That big guy ain't doing it.

What are you doing here?

I just came by to congratulate you on the grand opening.

I missed all the fun at the airport today. I stopped your boyfriend Cody

from cleaning a Mexico with $500,000 in a briefcase.

Yeah, I thought that might grab your attention.

That can't look too good for Cody.

Could he leave the country and file for his insurance?

That's a good question, Jack.

No indictment against him yet. He's not fleeing the country.

He can come back any time for the next ten years in file. That's bad law and

bad business.

But the good news is, I got the coroner to change Ruth Lundquist's death from

unexplained to suspicious.

And Cody is about ready to spill his guts.

Good.

And maybe we can all get on with the rest of our lives.

Oh, come on, Jack.

Use the brains God gave you.

If Cody talks first and implicates you, I got you cold.

You talk first, admit he hired you to kill her.

You'll do less time.

Thanks, but no thanks.

See, I'm holding out for no time on account of being innocent.

Well, how's that, Jack?

I've got an hour left.

The time of Ruth Linkwith's death, I was at the hotel.

I was having breakfast with Loretta Blanchard in her room.

And I can prove it. In her room?

Was Cody watching, or did she do both of you together?

After the accident, I was curious.

I followed them back to the hotel.

After a while, he left.

I phoned her room. She invited me up.

We had breakfast.

The point is, the waiter would remember me. He destroyed my visa card.

Shit.

That's exactly what Vera Blanchard said this morning.

It's not the kind of story a woman likes to tell about herself, Jack. You know, I

mean, she didn't have time to douche or change the sheets or anything.

Yeah, well... Except it's bullshit, Jack.

I talked to the waiters. They don't remember the incident.

I called Visa.

Your card's never been turned in.

Cody had breakfast with Vera, and they put it on the room.

Nice try.

You paid the waiter to forget, didn't you?

No, no, no.

You didn't pay the waiter enough to lie for you.

Excuse me?

You heard me.

Get the fuck out of here!

I know about Brooklyn, Jack.

I can't wait until this is all behind us.

I spend all day thinking about what's wrong.

You told Cody about my credit card?

Yeah, but that was before we were in love.

I know I'm not blaming you. It's just that Cody's got to the waiter.

He knows there's not enough to convict him unless one of us talks.

You've got a lot of men working for him, Vera.

Let's just get out of this mess.

Let's just run, eh?

Are you scared, Jack?

Of course I'm scared.

Don't be.

So what are you telling me, Melissa? Are you telling me you quit?

Not exactly.

I kind of quit.

I sort of quit.

The guy's so good looking.

Sharon, I know he's good looking, but that doesn't mean I can trust him.

I mean, there's this whole shady sort of thing going on with Cody where Cody's

paying him for something and he won't admit that Cody's doing it.

Well, how do you even know what's going on then?

That investigator guy called me. What, that sleazy little guy?

Yeah.

You're going to believe him over Jack?

Sharon, I don't want to believe him. I want to believe Jack.

I really want to believe Jack.

Good morning, darling.

Good morning.

I just spent half the night with that insurance dick, March.

Trying to talk my way out of a very difficult situation.

They know that it wasn't suicide.

And some son of a bitch is trying to blackmail me.

I got a call at the casino.

The guy said he saw the whole thing come down.

And he had all the facts right on the button.

He told me to meet him at the airport with 500 grand, so I figured, what the

hell?

It's worth 500 Gs just to get a shot at this guy.

Did you give it to him?

I never had a chance.

Because March showed up with the cops and they took me down to the station.

This has really got you warmed up.

Baby, we are so close to pulling this whole thing off.

Cody, come here.

Come and sit down.

You think March and Cornelia are in this together?

I don't think so.

That night, you're sure there was nobody else around the gas station?

I didn't see anyone there. Maybe there was someone around.

I'll be right back.

I wouldn't have to do this if you were Death.

Death, you're beautiful.

I don't know what I'd ever do without you.

Jack?

Yeah?

Cody's left.

Are you alright?

Yeah.

Are you sure?

We have to kill him.

Jack?

No, Melissa, not now. I can't. But I want to help you, Jack.

No, Melissa.

No. Wait. I don't want you involved.

But, Jack, I already am involved.

No, Melissa, listen.

What? I'm doing you a favor. Just please go.

Please. But I... No, no, no, no, no. Just trust me.

I wanted to do something simple, decent, and honest.

I don't want to go to jail.

Are you a murderer?

You said you were going to kill him.

I wouldn't have to do this if you were dead.

Okay, Cody, tell me what happened to you.

You were there. You saw what happened.

Still got the 500 grand.

It's sitting here waiting for you.

Good. I'll be there.

Jack, what did you do?

You were the guy on the phone.

Why?

Hey, I told you before, if it's money you want, I don't want the money.

What do you want?

I want out.

And I want your confession that you can't.

Oh, come on, Jack.

I didn't kill my wife.

I know about the pit bus.

I know about the hooker.

What hooker?

The one you killed to fake Vera's death.

Did Vera tell you that?

We didn't kill any hooker.

Did you tell her to sleep with me?

What?

Did you tell Vera to fuck me?

Wait a minute.

You and Vera are... You're so beautiful.

I don't know what I'd ever do without you.

You were there.

In our house.

Fear is scared of you.

She's afraid you're going to make her marry you.

She told you that?

Vera and I were married.

The day before the inquest.

She couldn't wait.

She said if she couldn't be my wife, she'd leave me.

And of course, if I divorced Ruth, I'd lose everything.

I love my wife.

But I couldn't say no to anything that Vera wanted.

She's got you, too.

Vera really never loved me, did she?

How the hell would I know?

How did it go?

Well, now you're a widow.

If that's what you mean.

I'm sorry I should have told you he made me marry him.

But it doesn't matter now.

Well, in some ways it does.

Was it terrible killing him?

I didn't have to, Vera.

As soon as he realized you were in this with me, he blew his own brains off.

Poor Cody.

That's funny coming from you.

Killing Ruth wasn't his idea at all, was it?

He had his wife.

He had the casino. And he had you.

He didn't need to marry you.

What would he get that he wasn't getting already?

You had plenty to gain.

when you were planning Ruth's death?

Were you already working on a way to get rid of Cody?

Darling, you're too smart for your own good.

I'm just another summer.

Don't even think about it, Jack.

How long have you two been in it together?

Long enough for me to get a little taste of what you got, Jack.

Plus 10% of $9 million.

Shut up.

You know, she's brilliant, Jack.

She bought that ticket to Paris, pasted that other girl's picture in her

passport, set it all up to make it look like Cody was going to kill her off.

Shut up. And that $10,000 in your bank account, she did that. Tie you to Cody.

It's just about money.

Don't do it.

You'll never get away with it.

How are you going to inherit Ruth's estate through murder, Vera?

It's a curious thing, Jack.

You can't find Cody guilty of murder now that he's dead.

Can't stand trial, can't be convicted. So he can inherit.

Ruth's estate plus the insurance goes right into Cody's estate.

And then write to the widow.

And I'm sorry, Jackie, but I'm not going to share it with you.

I didn't do this with money, Vera.

I've got 500 grand here.

I got it for you. Why don't you just take it, both of you, and go?

Do it.

Don't do this, Vera.

I have no choice.

Hey, Jack, you remember Brooklyn?

Well, it's time you got a little clumsy.

Dad, we need to talk.

Hold it!

Get out, Melissa. Run!

Fuck. Take care of him.

I'll take care of her.

Don't look, Jack.

Give me the money.

No, brother.

Who believed me?

You're the last piece of the puzzle.

Give me the money!

Or what?

Sniff March.

One spark from that gun and...

Thank you.

Peace.

Shit! Melissa!

Dad! Dad!

Get back!

Well,

there goes our business, Melissa.

Well, we can all start over, Jack.

That's true.

70-30?

No.

Okay, 60-40.

I don't think so, Jack.

What, 50-50?

Deal.

Mm-hmm.

Could we skip town and stop calling each other?

We could.

Mm.

That grows with the need This life is warm

and bold But yet, oh so dear Can you see

Pain brought by love In the game of

life Can you heal Scars left by tears

In the game

In the game of life, we fight so hard to be free in the

game. In the game of life, and we ruin

life for our needs.

We change the quiet need to the things.

That we know what to give.

The data minds of others that help.

Choose your challenging goal.

Every minute game called life can be.

Pain brought by life. In the game of life can be.

In the game, in the game, in the game

of life, we've done so hard to be free in the game,

in the game.

You'll be free in the game, in the game.

We took the heart to be free in the game.

In the game.