Original subtitles

[♪♪♪]

Is she your sister, Mrs. Schmidt?

I go to bed at night and I see her,

holding that umbrella and I want to scream.

This Kathleen o'shaughnessy, she's their first resident

to make the missing persons list

and I want us to find out how and why.

I don't think there's a thing you couldn't teach me.

- Perhaps. - Okay, you can start your rounds with these sedatives.

I think they're killing her.

[Screams]

[♪♪♪]

Sorry, fellas.

Oh, sorry, Joe.

Crowley: Hey, pep!

Crowley: Hey, pepper! Pepper: Yeah.

Where you going?

Well, I'm all wet, and there's some hot coffee in here, too.

Oh, hey, hey, hey.

- Okay, my office. Ten minutes. Before you go, okay? - Okay.

[Door closes]

-Look okay? -Wow, you look gorgeous.

-Got a date? -Jack the ripper detail.

Well, you're safe, honey. Even the ripper won't come out on a night like this.

[Chuckles]

[Slurps]

[Sighs]

Rain is so mysterious.

Especially when you're going somewhere.

Do you know how long it's been since I've ridden in a car?

About a year.

Longer. Much, much longer.

That isn't counting taxis, of course.

Oh, dear. Her name.

Janet, you're so good at names.

-Janet! -What?

Ronnie's wife.

Before I see her I've got to remember her name.

You never mentioned her name.

I must have.

That's dreadful.

I'll try to remember.

[Chuckles]

And if I don't, I'll just dissemble.

That's what mother always taught us when we were girls.

If a lady is confused, she just dissembles.

You could've at least waited until we had a dry spell, you know.

You won't melt, Joseph.

You're the one whose always complaining about being glued to your desk.

Well, look what we've got here. I'll say you've been out in the wet.

And I'm going back out into the wet.

I am going home to a hot lemonade and Brandy.

Say listen, kid, why don't you take tomorrow off

-and sleep late? -Oh, fantastic.

Because the next day we're all gonna give homicide

a little help.

It's been nice, fellas.

Oh, it's not gonna be just you. We're all gonna be out there with you.

- Any questions? - Did Noah waste time with questions?

Uh, uh.

He just picked up his hammer and saw.

[Blows raspberry]

[♪♪♪]

Silver?

A silver bowl?

No, it couldn't have been silver.

Ronnie was married during the war.

They didn't have silver then.

Aluminum.

That's what I got Ronnie and his lovely bride.

[Clears throat]

Perfectly beautiful little nut dishes,

like this with stems that curled up over like handles.

Oh, dear.

I left in such a rush I absolutely forgot Mrs. Farrel.

Her birthday!

She'll be terribly hurt.

She'll be so happy when she hears where I've gone.

Home, to the ones I love best.

I know she will.

[Break screeches]

[♪♪♪]

Is this where Ronnie's going to meet me?

That's what he said.

Well, he must have a reason.

And the main thing is, he's back, and he wants me.

Would you help me, my dear, with this umbrella?

Thank you, dear.

Ronnie!

Ronnie, Ronnie darling.

[Groans]

[Cries]

- What's this? A bust? - You can't go in there.

- Sorry, miss. You can't go in there. - I live here!

Girl: Hey, torson! Tell this ape I paid my rent.

He can't keep me out.

It's alright.

She lives in unit 5 across the way.

Please. Can I go? I'm gonna be sick.

What's the matter? They find out what you charge?

A woman in the unit across from yours has been killed.

Been dead five days, maybe more.

You mean, just laying there? In the place next to mine?

-There'll be questions. -Sure.

Hey, Pete.

What've we got? What've we got?

Well, we've got a female, Caucasian, elderly.

Seventy, maybe eighty.

Can't tell anything more until they finish in there,

except that she was strangled with a piano wire.

-Who was she, Pete? -She wasn't registered.

The room was taken by a man. D. Johnson, Fresno.

No identification. No purse?

No, nothing.

I wouldn't go in there if I were you, pepper. It's been almost a week.

Well, I can hack it.

Would you like to see our identifications, officer?

Anything, Joe?

Nothing new.

It's gonna take four or five hours

before they can tell us anything more.

There's no use in you two staying in here. We've covered every inch of this place.

- Have the coroner let me know what time they post the body. - You've got it.

She was so tiny.

Let's go talk to the owner, see what he knows.

Mr. Torson, were you here the night Mr. Johnson was registered?

-Who else was here? -Huh?

You can't pay enough for what I clear to get somebody.

Mr. Johnson was from Fresno?

Right here.

Hey, what about that,

- i mean, don't you normally write in their license number? - Normally, I do. But...

-but what? -Well, I remember that night.

It was rainy and it was chilly and an old friend of mine dropped by and with a bottle.

And when this Johnson came, somewhere around three o'clock in the morning...

Well, you could say, I was a little mellow.

Okay, I was a lot mellow.

Do you remember, was he tall? Short? Can you remember that?

He was about average.

-Was he black? White? -White. He was white.

- What about his hair? Blonde? Brunette? Gray? - I don't know.

He had a hat on.

Like I told you before, it was raining.

It was raining all week.

I think he had a cold because he sounded sorta horse.

-Real horse. -How'd he pay for the room?

Cash in advance.

That time of night it has to be. Five nights.

For what it's worth to ya, he took the cheapest rate.

We call that "housekeeping."

No maid service, nothing, just for the room. For what it's worth to you.

Did you ever see him going into the room or anybody else?

No, ma'am. After the five days were up,

I just took my key and I checked the room and...

I- I found her.

-Hi, bill. -Hi, Joe. Where's pep?

Missing persons.

Hey, what'd you find out at the autopsy?

Blue eyes, white hair. That much for sure.

Yeah. No identifying marks? Nothing?

Only dentures, full upper, partial lower.

- Oh. Traceable? - Well, we're working on it now.

Pathologist said that those type of dentures haven't been made since world war ii

and they were expensive then.

That goes with her clothes.

Let me have your pocket knife, will ya?

According to pepper, her clothes were expensive, too.

Once. Everything she had on was at least ten or fifteen years old.

Except her shoes.

- Pep's got a theory about that. - What's that?

She said the old lady was wearing what you'd call an outfit

and even though it was out of style, it was still an outfit.

And she said if she had that kind of taste,

ain't no way she's gonna spoil that outfit by wearing those dumb shoes.

Fingerprints, negative. We've run all the checks.

It's either one of two things,

she never existed or she never had a job

or applied for a driver's license or whatever.

You know, bill, that could fit in with the clothes.

Say she never worked, she could afford a chauffeur.

That sounds like the perfect Fillmore motel type, doesn't it?

Let's hold the body.

Somebody knows who she is.

Somebody calls himself d. Johnson.

Now all we have to do is find d. Johnson.

Easy.

Easy, is it?

Wish we had a name for you, little lady.

But right now you're gonna have to be Jane Doe, number twenty six.

[♪♪♪]

I thought it must be mail time.

Well, you learned our routine very quickly, Mrs. Edgeworth.

Well, it has come, hasn't it?

My bank statement?

Well, this is the first week of the month, isn't it?

Yes, but you know how the mail is.

Oh, miss Richards, I could use some help with the mail.

[Sighs]

Where have you been?

Upstairs in my room, lying down.

Janet, what am I going to do with you?

I'm sorry, Gladys.

I just can't forget it.

So you finally decided to get up, did you?

That's enough, mame. She's not feeling well.

Then I suppose it's asking too much of her

to have this list filled that we need in the infirmary.

I'm not going to have any more of this.

Do you hear me? Both of you.

Just give me the list.

That's better.

Mrs. Edgeworth's bank statement.

And you know what to do with it.

[♪♪♪]

You know, sarge, you ought to work missing persons.

Teaches you a lot more than you want to know about people.

Well, at least I've got six possibilities.

And this is a slow month.

Around the holidays we get 15, 20 old people reported.

And you know what's pretty hard to take?

Somebody's come in and they'll file a report and you don't see them anymore.

It's almost as if inside...

He's almost glad that mama or aunt Sadie or grandpa took a walk.

The eskimos put them on ice floes when they reached a certain age.

Maybe this is the closest we can get.

Yeah. At least an ice floe's faster.

Now let's see what we have left. Mrs. Helen schmidt, 7934 charlottesville, San Mateo.

Is she your sister, Mrs. Schmidt?

[Snivels]

I'm sorry.

It's alright. That's fine. I wish there'd been another way.

Why don't you come to our office? We'll get you a cup of coffee.

I think I'd just like some air, please.

Okay.

I hope, god rest her, that, that wasn't Kathleen there.

But something inside says it was.

I haven't seen her for nearly twenty years.

- Why were you searching for her now? - Time, sergeant Anderson.

Time.

And guilt.

And the loneliness.

I'm a little confused.

First you file a missing persons report

but yet you haven't seen the woman for 20 years.

Oh, I found Kathleen.

At least I found out where she was.

She sold her house and moved into a home.

I couldn't have that.

But when I went to pick her up, the woman that runs the place,

a miss Conway, I think,

said that Kathleen was so upset when she heard I was coming

that she packed all her things and moved.

Where was this home?

Oh, the "golden", "golden" something.

Here it is.

"The golden years."

I like this. Very much.

- It's a real antique, isn't it? - Yes. It's queen Anne, I think.

Hey, you sure got some beautiful things here.

- Looks like a regular museum. - They're gifts to the home, sergeant.

Thank you, miss Richards.

When the ladies join our family,

- they're allowed to bring the things they Cherish the most. - Is that right?

I'm sorry I kept you waiting, but today is the day

when every lady receives a call from Dr. Westley.

- And it's an inviolate rule that I make the rounds with him. - Miss Conway...

About Kathleen o'shaughnessy...

Yes, what can I tell you about her?

She just packed up and moved out, is that right?

Well, sergeant, this is not an institution.

The ladies are not committed.

They enter of their own volition

and they're able to leave whenever they choose.

I'll give you a brochure that explains...

Miss Conway, somebody's car is blocking the driveway

and I'm expecting an ambulance for Mrs. Bannister.

Yeah, well, that would be my car.

I'm sorry, I'll move it.

- Is there anything else we can tell you? - No, I don't think so.

- I think miss Richards filled me in pretty well. - Oh, I'm so glad.

Oh, and, sergeant...

Well, this is a common behavior pattern, sergeant.

Mrs. O'shaughnessy found a place for herself here, a peaceful refuge.

Miss Richards, would you hand me one of my brochures, please?

She was frightened when she thought her sister might make her move.

I hope she'll come back. Thank you.

And, of course, we'll have her room waiting for her for a reasonable amount of time.

Thank you very much, miss Conway, miss Richards.

I'm sure this will be a big help.

[♪♪♪]

I couldn't listen to that man for another minute.

Janet, there is nothing to be frightened of.

But I am afraid.

I'm very afraid.

I go to bed at night and I shiver...

And I can't fall asleep...

And sometimes, in the shadows...

I see her in the rain,

holding that umbrella and I want to scream.

[Crying]

Hey, hey. I'm sorry, I'm sorry I had to do that.

[Grunts]

I went down to county health and checked the survival rate.

I tell you, they'll change the name of that place

from "the golden years" to "the golden year."

'Cause that's just about as long as those little ladies last once they're admitted.

-Pepper, fast. -What?

- Pepper, hot pepper. - Oh, hot pepper. Red pepper.

Thank you.

Are you sure your mother made that Italian food that hot?

Like the analyst, sweetheart, she made everything hot.

Including me.

Oh.

Need some.

This Kathleen o'shaughnessy,

she's their first resident to make the missing persons list

and I want us to find out how and why.

-I'll go in, right? -Nope.

-Too young? -No, you can't afford it.

- Pep, watch that elbow, will ya? - I meant to go in as a nurse, not a patient.

I don't know. I met the three ladies that run that place.

- Mm-hmm. - I'm not too sure you'll fit in there.

One of them looks like she oughta be driving a diesel truck.

The other two look pretty much the same only a little more discreet.

Well, do we have a contact that can get us in?

Uh-huh, I think so.

Taste this. Taste this.

-What? -Terrific.

-Hot enough for you? -Ouch.

You're not sweating. Not enough pepper.

- You really want to go in, huh? - I do. Yes, I do.

Won't you have a seat, miss Anderson?

Well, Mrs. Feeney was right. She said you were very pretty. You are.

Thank you.

I've been looking over your application. There seems to be one small matter.

You've never worked in a retirement home before.

Should that be such a drawback, miss Conway?

I don't think there's a thing you couldn't teach me.

Perhaps.

But why should I choose you above a qualified practical nurse?

Because I learn quickly and I'm willing.

Yes. I think you are.

But we might as well check some of your professional references.

Let's see, Bryan hospital, head nurse, mcguiness.

Miss Conway.

-Don't please. -Why?

I never worked at Bryan. I lied about that.

[Sighs]

I'm... well, I'm new in town.

I've never even seen Bryan hospital.

- What are you trying to tell me, miss Anderson? - I am a nurse, a good one.

But I was involved in some trouble recently.

- Where was that? - Cleveland. I'm from Cleveland.

And there was an incident at the hospital where I worked.

Theft.

The theft of drugs.

-And they... -Yes?

At first, they thought I was involved.

It all became a terrible mess.

Well, my only involvement was that

I knew who did it and I had to tell finally.

I told the grand jury. I named names.

-And you thought it's best to leave? -Yes.

There were people who weren't very happy about what I'd done, what I had to do.

Miss Conway, I need a job badly.

I need a place where I can stay out of sight for a while. Money doesn't matter.

I'd work for next to nothing.

Well, I think we can do a little better than that.

[♪♪♪]

I think you'll add a bright new note to the golden years.

Suzanne, the job is yours.

You hired her, without even asking me?

She should've been checked and double checked, especially now.

Mame, dear...

I have the authority to hire and fire as I choose.

Miss Anderson starts in the morning.

What is this crud?

We've been together a long time.

What are you doing pulling rank on me?

Maybe we've been together too long.

You're getting so cute in your old age.

Cute and careless.

She'll do very nicely.

I'll bet she will.

File this.

[♪♪♪]

As you can see, Suzanne, you have plenty of privacy.

Oh, this is nice.

I'm sure I'll be very comfortable here.

Is that all you brought?

That's all I have.

Well, that doesn't matter.

You'll be living in your uniform.

And, as you can see, they're very attractive.

Mm-hmm.

You might as well put it on right now and start right in on your duties.

Alright.

I'll see you downstairs in a minute.

I think it'll work out very nicely.

I'll do my best.

[Sighs]

-Mr. Lund? -Yes?

- This is sergeant crowley. - How do you do, sergeant?

Mr. Lund, sit down, please.

- Can I get you a cup of coffee? - Yeah, thanks.

-Cream, okay? -Sure.

Now I don't have to remind you, sergeant, that all account information is,

for all intents and purposes, confidential.

[Sighs]

- Do you have the court order? - Yes, right here. -Thank you.

- Oh, would you care for a cigarette? - No, thanks.

-Mind if I smoke? -Yes.

I haven't had time to gather all the information you requested.

Now, this is correspondence pertaining to her account.

This is a letter requesting the transfer of funds

from her savings account to her checking account.

And, of course, we answered, cautioning her about her loss of interest.

And this is her letter.

Now you'll note that it's on letterhead from the home she entered.

And she explains that she was incapacitated

and unable to make the trip to the bank.

-Both of these were typewritten. -Yes.

-You transferred the funds? -Here you are.

Well, it's what she asked.

- Mr. Lund, her account's still active, isn't it? - It is.

What's the status of that account?

Well, I'm not certain. I've asked for a spot check.

Perhaps I could phone you when I get that information.

-I'll wait. -Well, it may take time.

I said it. I'll wait.

Very well.

Just how much training have you had in geriatrics?

Not enough. But I'll be able to handle the patients.

They aren't patients. They're residents.

Don't forget that.

Those in this wing happen to be bed-ridden, but they're still residents.

Until I see what you're capable of,

I want you to do nothing without checking with me first.

These little ladies are gonna ask you for the moon.

You just smile and be courteous and relay any of their requests to me.

-Not to miss Conway? -To me.

I'm the head of the infirmary.

Mrs. Barry, you're not supposed to be out here, dear.

I'm so tired of being cooped up in my room.

Dr. Westley doesn't want you to exert yourself.

But, I told him, like I've told you and the others.

I don't belong here.

I have a family who wants me and needs me.

Now, they sent you here and you agreed to come, right?

My daughter-in-law said it was just a trial period.

You just go to your room, Mrs. Barry.

We'll discuss it later. Okay?

-Sad. -It happens.

I notice all the residents wear the same kind of shoes.

- Are they orthopedic? - Orthopedic, no. Cheap, yes.

Okay, now you can start your rounds with these sedatives.

Oh, it's not marked which patient gets them.

Well, they all get them.

And you stand there and make sure they take them. They're crafty.

They can palm one of those things as fast as a dealer can palm an ace.

Now, Mrs. Farrel in nine,

she gets two of these little greenies.

She's pretty good about it, but you make sure she takes them.

-Understand? -Oh, yeah.

Enough of auntie mame's friendly corner drug store.

Wish me luck.

Well, the little lady signed them, alright.

-Oh, did she? -Yeah.

Let me show you something.

Now look at that. Look, look.

- Oh, I see what you mean. - They're so much alike, they could be a rubber stamp.

And I tell you, nobody, signs his name the same way that many times.

Yeah, sure.

Now this doesn't mean that Jane Doe number twenty six is Mrs. O'shaughnessy

but it just might have made Mrs. O'shaughnessy Jane Doe number twenty six.

What's our arrangement with pepper?

We kept it loose. She said she'd contact us when she had to.

So we wait, huh?

[♪♪♪]

You promised me, it was only for a while.

You promised me.

I wanna go home, I can't stay here.

I want to go home, go home from here.

-Hello, Mrs. Farrel. -Hello.

Will you turn it off? That thing.

-Is this better? -Okay.

Just 'cause I can't see to read anymore, do I've to have that box natter at me?

Of course not.

It was hers. Kathleen's.

Never thought I'd miss her but if she wasn't chip, chip, chirping like a bird,

that thing was going.

How long was she your roommate?

Ever since I got here.

- But you do miss her. - I'd miss Lizzie borden.

Mrs. Farrel, wouldn't it be easier if you wore your plates while you ate?

Don't have any.

Rather live on paste than wear those things.

Of course you do. They're right here. Oh, I see, they're broken.

Not mine.

Hers. Kathleen's.

The set they made up for her here. Didn't last any time.

Broke. Had to go back to her old set.

- These are Kathleen o'shaughnessy's? - Uh-huh. Put 'em back.

She left 'em and I'm gonna keep 'em.

Well, you just let me get a nice pretty box for them.

-How's that? -Long as I get 'em back.

Mrs. Farrel, it must have been hard to say goodbye to Kathleen.

Never did.

That doan woman gave us our sleepin' pills,

and me my other pills, and when I woke up,

Kathleen was gone, lock, stock and barrel, except for them.

Would of been nice, courteous at least, to say goodbye.

I don't want this. Take it away.

Sure, let me have it.

Nurse, don't mind me hollerin' at you like an old crone.

Breaks the monotony, gives me something to do.

-Alright? -I know.

I'll leave your food, in case you change your mind

but you've got to take your pills.

I won't forget. Oh, I don't mind these,

they relax me, help me to sleep.

-But these green ones. -Hmmm?

They just turn my stomach inside out. They give me nightmares.

They're snuffin' the life out of me before my time.

But I guess these people know what they're doing.

My son pays a fortune for this place.

So I'll tell you what, Mrs. Farrel,

why don't you skip taking them for tonight, just for a night or two.

That dorn woman would have a fit.

Well, it'll just be our little secret.

See how you feel a couple of nights, without taking them?

-Nurse? Suzanne is it? -Yes.

I like you, Suzanne.

I like you.

[Knock at the door]

-Suzanne? -Yes?

I was going down to the corner market.

-I needed some... -Mrs. Barry is missing. She's gone.

[♪♪♪]

Ruth, any sign of her?

- Ruth: No, miss Conway. - You'd better check again.

Gladys, I just spoke to Mrs. Hasseltine.

The old witch said she was gonna walk home.

-My car's outside. -I'll go with you.

I'm coming too.

[♪♪♪]

Please get me home.

You're coming back with me.

Get her back in the car.

It's going to be alright. It's alright, I promise.

No mistake. The lab says they were made for one and the same person.

Nice work, pep.

Kathleen o'shaughnessy.

Well, that takes care of Jane Doe.

We know why she was wasted. Now we gotta find out who wasted her.

Probably the same one who signed her signature to the checks.

D. Johnson, John Smith or whatever he calls himself.

Pep, who are the guys that are involved with "the golden years?"

Well, the janitor, the doctor,

the two regulars from the funeral home,

everybody and nobody.

What do you think about these? Do you think they're anything?

You don't make a move around there without signing forms,

getting forms signed or inventing new ones.

Three carbons instead of two gets you a stack of signatures.

Get those over to handwriting analysis.

And fast, 'cause there's a woman I'm really worried about.

Mrs. Farrel, I think they're killing her. Like the one I saw in the street.

This was a Mrs. Barry. Tormented. Killing her spirits.

Boy, I really want to get those people.

I really want to get them.

-Miss Richards? -What?

- Oh, it's you, Suzanne. - It is Janet Richards?

What?

Did you sign this?

It's a requisition. Yes, I signed it.

Miss Richards, sergeant crowley, police department.

You're under arrest for the murder of Kathleen o'shaughnessy.

Miss Conway.

Conway: Suzanne?

Yes, it's me.

Dear, I can't talk to you.

- Sorry, miss Conway. - Miss Conway, miss dorn.

- I have warrants for your arrest, for murder. - Smart, Gladys. So smart.

-Shut up! -You hired her. I didn't.

I told you, shut up!

- This may be the last mistake you'll ever make. - Hey, shut up.

Come on, sweetheart, arrest me and let's just see what happens.

Have a seat, miss Conway.

I'm overwhelmed by your courtesy, sergeant.

Isn't it customary to put a prisoner in a cell?

Well, it's the general rule.

I just thought we could talk better here.

How would you like a cup of coffee?

I hope that chair's for my lawyer.

I know something about rights, sergeant,

and at this moment you're endangering the lives of thirty elderly women.

As a matter of fact, we took care of that. They'll survive.

Could you make them that same guarantee, miss Conway?

Charming.

-Do I have a choice, sergeant? -Choice?

Between this and a cell?

I'd much prefer the cell.

Well, I sure as hell can arrange that.

Book her.

Janet! That's what happens

when old friends move into a new neighborhood.

Nice.

Reminds me of nurse corps. Well, one thing I learned in the corps was

when captured by the enemy all you have to give is, name, rank and serial number.

Well, at least that's a start.

[Sighs]

Or a finish.

Unless you'd like to make some small talk, jazzbo.

Well, miss dorn, you've heard the charges against you.

- I'm here to listen to anything you have to say at this point. - Oh, yeah?

Come here.

[Whispers]

Game called on account of mud.

You got some soap? I wanna wash out my ears.

- They look alright to me. - You didn't hear what I heard.

-What'd you hear? -It's deep.

Here, it's been a long night.

Coffee's how you like it.

Strong.

You found out so many things didn't you?

It's my job.

Wanna talk?

I just want to be left alone.

Alright.

But try the coffee. It's good.

- You were at the home? - Uh-huh. A while ago.

The ladies...

- Who's taking care of them? - The night shift nurses are still there

and we've assigned someone from county general to help Dr. Westley in the morning.

-No! -Why not?

Not Dr. Westley. He doesn't care about them.

Was it Dr. Westley's idea to sedate the women

so they couldn't care and wouldn't complain?

Janet, someone registered at the Fillmore court,

a man named Johnson.

I think you might know. Was that Dr. Westley?

Why won't you let me see Gladys?

Gladys can't help you now. Were you at the motel, Janet?

You're right.

I did find out about a lot of things.

I found out about a home that lets women starve to death

when they become too much bother for the monthly fee they bring in.

Starve slowly, day by day,

until they just aren't a bother anymore.

But I also found out about a supervisor

who spent nights holding shells that aren't even human anymore,

shells that can't even know she's there,

holding their hands,

just so they won't slip out of this life alone.

It's hard to believe that supervisor,

that supervisor is the only one we have proof against,

just because she did what she was told,

signed checks that brought an old woman

closer and closer to the end of her life.

Is that what happened to the others, Janet?

-Mary Hearn, Maggie... -stop it!

Most of them don't have any families, no relatives. Who's to miss them?

Except, Janet, one woman did have someone.

Kathleen, a sister.

But Kathleen had to die

before that sister began asking questions.

[Crying]

She had to die in her best outfit,

her white gloves, sweet little hat.

She thought you were her friend.

How did she look when the wire tightened around her neck?

Did she reach out to you?

Did she pray for you to help her...

God! Oh, my god!

Now, Janet.

There were three of you.

Now which one dressed as a man and rented that motel room?

Which one tightened that wire around her neck?

Mame? You?

-Gladys. -No, it wasn't Gladys.

I did it.

I signed the checks.

-I killed Kathleen. -Don't protect her.

I killed her!

Look at me and don't lie to me.

Janet, she must be very special to you.

How long has it been? Ten, twelve years?

You have nothing to hide from me.

I knew it the minute I saw you two together.

And I don't condemn you...

Not at all.

[Sighs]

I've known what a love like yours can do to a person.

I lived with it.

I don't think I ever told anybody else this.

In college, I had a roommate who meant a great deal to me.

But I meant even more to her.

I watched what a love like yours can do to a person.

I watched her suffering.

And I couldn't help her.

I guess what I'm trying to tell you is don't protect Gladys,

don't destroy yourself.

Yeah, it was Gladys who registered at the motel

and Gladys who killed Kathleen.

Don't hurt her.

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Don't hurt her.

Just don't hurt her, please.

She's all I've ever had.

Is that all?

It's enough.

Then I'm going home.

Pep!

Let me take you home.

Goodnight, bill.

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