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Thank you.

You have to understand, it's not my choice. They got the books.

The only question is, will I be guilty of perjury, too?

You get this?

If I testify... What happens, eh?

You get indicted within 30 days. If I don't testify, they still get you.

¿Qué puedo hacer?

My grandfather used to say, you get a cold, you do everything the doctor says,

it takes two weeks to get better.

To do nothing at all, it takes 14 days.

Nah.

Six in one hand, half dozen in the other.

Fortunately, yes.

Maybe it'll take 90 days.

That's it. Three months.

Six months at the most.

And they still get you.

¿Qué puedo hacer?

Nada.

How is your old fashioned?

Let me freshen it for you.

This is a special

concoction of mine.

Other than the...

Whiskey, sugar, bitters, and club soda.

That's a subtle splash of biloca pain.

Neostigmine. Talked off with a whisper. Just a whisper of viso

-stigmine.

You're feeling it now.

Bromble constriction.

Muscle spasm.

The pulse slows.

Chum the waters. After all, every day is a fishy day.

Like, what would I do for someone I was really hot for?

No, no, not hot for.

Consumed way.

There's a difference.

Dude, like, I don't know, man, you know?

Well, for example, when I was 17, I met an Italian with a Ferrari.

I suppose he thought I was consumed with him and the Ferrari.

Anyway, he took me for a drive on some godforsaken twisting road in the

Pyrenees.

He said...

Just let the wind blow through your hair and surrender to the fact that now your

own life and death are completely out of your control and in the hands of

another.

That's where the real excitement is, not in control.

The real excitement, he said, is surrender.

That's what it is to be consumed.

So is that like what you did, you know, you surrendered, yeah?

No.

Well, what did you do then?

I went down on him.

You see, I like being in control.

You're the one who ought to surrender.

Ding, ding, boys.

Mucho gracias.

Hello, lovey.

You look positively flushed.

Exciting night, eh?

Sit.

Nora, sit.

What? Don't look at me with those big frightened eyes.

I won't bite.

Oh, yes.

You do have a certain glow.

Flushed. I was working out late at the club and decided to spend the night

there.

Do it.

Positively do it.

Well, the workout's doing you well, lovey.

Your buttocks are firm.

Nice for a woman your age.

Nice and juicy.

Are you through?

Yeah, see, that's the problem.

I think...

You're through.

Shall I make you a proper drink, love?

You may need it.

A nice stiff one.

And I know you like them stiff.

Are you threatening me?

Why would I do that?

Because if you are, you'd have to kill me to get rid of me.

And we both know I have a cop in my back pocket who'd track you down like a

snake. Whatever are you talking about, me vida?

I think I am the most devoted of husbands.

And I own 51% of the company.

The only way that changes is if I'm dead or I leave you.

And that's not going to happen.

So I'm not through, Jack.

Trust me on that. I think you are going to need this

drink.

What are you talking about?

The fact that you own 51% of the company is exactly why I say you're through.

This may come as a surprise to you, but my accounting practices aren't exactly

legal.

You and I have been living on embezzled funds, and since we are a publicly

traded company, that means the SEC and its team of jackbooted accountant types

will be breathing down our throats. We could have been indicted within the next

30 days, but...

I took precautions to cut off certain relationships we had with our former

business partner.

You know what they say.

Three people can keep a secret if two of them are dead.

Present company not included.

That gave us, I don't know, maybe three months, possibly six until... Three or

six months until what?

Do you ever like living?

Three or six months until what?

El Convento. Such a lovely place. And all these attractive young people. Until

what?

Until we're indicted.

Until they take everything we own. Until we're both in jail.

Why do you think I agreed to let you own 51% of the company? Why

do you think I married you?

Wives can't testify against their husbands no matter what they know.

And if I go down, trust me, you go down.

And not in your normal fashion.

Can you imagine what those prison decks are going to do with you?

God, what I wouldn't give for pictures.

You fucking bastard.

Uncle, this thought of prison scares you, eh, lovey?

But have no fear.

There is a way out.

Nora, you didn't think Daddy was going to leave you all alone in the shed, did

you?

God, how I hate you.

I think you should murder me.

I think you've been thinking the same thing for a while now, haven't you?

Wouldn't be that difficult.

You find a young lover and make him so crazy about you, he starts to

think only with his, how would you say, la cabecita, his little head.

A boy, 22, 23, firm body, soft brain.

And you entice him with the joy of surrender.

You could do that.

It would be nothing for you to convince him to help you murder me.

What do you think, Lovie?

Who could blame me?

I will even tell you how to do it. And remember, I'm still insured for $30

million. You tell him that after the husband's dead, you, the grieving widow,

will inherit the money and live happily ever after with your young Lothario.

You like this idea so far, right?

Yeah.

And Lovie, the...

Most amazing thing.

Here on the island of San Miguel, the police don't actually need a corpse to

declare someone's been killed.

Because of the sharks, you see.

Sometimes all they need is a murderer.

Simple.

Nothing has been simple for a long time, Jack.

We planned the murder together.

Reframe your lover. Nobody's caught, tried, and convicted. The moment he

is... The insurance company gives you the loot.

And what's in it for Jack?

A fresh start.

Half the money.

I mean, we're 50-50 partners here.

And what would stop me from murdering you for real and keeping all of it?

I mean, if you're going to show me how to do it, what would you do?

Sue me from the grave?

I simply make sure the local constabulary gets a copy of that

recording and these photographs.

Now, you know me. With photographs, I'm still old school. Film in these dark

rooms. You know, that digital shit can be hacked.

But with voice recordings, only digital, and they live in this device until I

lift them out.

Nora, you should know I think of everything.

And you?

won't betray me.

God forbid I should turn up dead to someone you don't know, someone you

never even knew existed, someone who I trust will make sure the same recordings

and photos get to the local constabulary and you, my dear, will fry.

But look on the bright side.

When this is over, you will be free of me.

To a little murder.

To a little murder.

wedding ring problem not for me me neither so

what's the deal with the husband oh if there was a god in heaven he'd be dead

he beats me because you want him to fuck you

fuck me

Well, that was delicious.

First two times in delicious.

Third was war.

I surrender.

Oh, I doubt that.

Smart boy.

So what brings a New York cop to our fair little island?

Out of curiosity, when did you make me up for a cop?

Minute I saw you.

Cheap suit, expensive gun.

Mob guys dress better.

Yeah, they can afford to.

So you live here now.

Is that a problem?

You need to go in for one night stands.

I have any number of people I can sleep with.

I have no one I can talk to.

You do now.

My husband's a bastard.

You're not happily married. I'm shocked.

He degrades me.

Humiliates me.

He's been to me.

The first time he drugged me and I woke up in our bed underneath this wheezy old

bastard drooling on my neck.

He drugged you and he gave you to one of his friends?

No, one of his enemies.

He said it was dessert at a business meal.

He even took pictures.

Why do you stay with him?

For the money. Why else?

He's degenerate, but he's getting old, and his health is bad, and he's bound to

die.

I dream about him dying, about killing him.

Too bad he don't make a couple million dollars a year, Danny.

Oh, shit.

Then I could run off with you. I wouldn't need to kill him.

Yeah.

Run off with you.

I'd do that right now.

But then I probably said too much.

You're a cop, after all, and I just told you I only stayed with him because of

the money that I dream about killing him.

There's no crime against dreaming.

It's the wish your heart makes, right?

Right.

Donnie. Yeah? I'm on my way. I'll pick you up in 20 minutes.

Drop me a pin. I'll meet you there.

Bianca?

Bianca! Shh.

Why have a girlfriend?

Partner. And she outranks me, so... Dead body just washed up on the beach. We're

next on the board, so... It's ours.

You're a homicide detective?

Yeah.

Fascinating.

Absolutely fascinating.

You're

hooked

up with Nora Wolf now?

How about if none of your fucking business, hmm?

Colonel?

Good morning, detectives.

Anybody talk to the husband?

Sister Rachel's down there doing her chaplain thing.

Counseling him.

Thank God for the blue nun.

Anybody else speak to him?

They were waiting for the expert.

That'll be me.

You stay with me.

I want you to do the report.

What fucking report?

You got this rich gringa lady who got bitten half by a shark.

You gotta have a report for the gringo insurance company up norte.

Better off if it's signed with a gringo name like yours.

I think it was an accident.

Think if the shark gets a good lawyer, we could probably never prove intent.

You know what Palo Mayombe is?

Yeah, something to do with Santeria witchcraft. Something like that.

Something like that.

It's very black magic out of Cuba.

So?

So. Word was the rich gringo was a royal pain in the ass bitch.

Especially to the locals.

Talk about somebody wanted to work a trabajo to put a curse on her.

She goes for a swim every evening at sunset.

Everybody knows that.

So the local gossip has it that somebody went to a mayombero and he did the

trabajo.

They say he called up the sharks from the seven caves where they sleep.

And they came and ate the rich gringa lady all up.

Do you believe that?

Doesn't the Bible say that God called up a big fish to swallow Joan?

That's what it says.

So you think Bible magic is more potent than Caribbean magic?

I think the only reason God got caught in the first place is because Jonah

batted him out. I'll tell you what I think.

I think the young husband probably heard about the Palo Mayombe talk in Chandel

Waters where his wife swam with nice red meat dripping blood and got himself out

with a jet ski over there.

The sharks were hungry in a bloodlust. They started feeding and the meat ran

out before their appetites did.

If she hadn't shown up when she did, they probably would have taken to eating

each other.

They're sharks after all.

Tell me something.

Is it about nutrition?

What's Jack Wolf got on his wife?

What makes you think I know anything about Nora Wolf?

I don't know.

High-profile guy like Wolf.

Rumored to be frontin' for a bunch of dope dealers.

My guess is there's not a lot about him you don't know.

So you really love her for her mind, right?

Yeah. So touching.

She was a hooker.

I'm shocked.

High class, if that makes you feel any better.

$3,000 a pop.

Top of the line Vegas high roller escort.

Anyway, the story I heard from a Vegas call was that our friend Handsome Jack

was in town entertaining a couple golf investors who were buying real estate on

every golf course from Hawaii to Vegas.

He was selling high roller home sites of the street, golf memberships included.

He'd have four or five guys a month coming over, and Nora was the closer.

And?

And some guy freaked on her, I guess.

So your girl calls Jack and says, I'm in trouble.

And handsome Jack comes running.

What a shot.

Amazing.

Let's not get crazy now, lovey.

Put the gun down.

Come on.

Come to your senses.

Take a breath.

You hungry?

I didn't call rooms.

No, I guess I can, huh?

We can go out. Yes, we'll go out. We can clean this mess up later, and

things will be fine, okay?

We'll go to Ferraro's.

You ever had that Asabuco?

So good. Just falls off the bone.

Just tender.

What about him?

He's dead.

He's on his way to hell.

We are going to have Asabuco.

And I will order a wonderful bottle of mine.

A Barolo.

Right? I don't want to go out to eat, Jack. Oh, no.

That's not what I want. Come on.

Yeah.

It's like the limey with the big lips always sings about, you know?

Can't always get what you want.

But we jack it, boy.

The guy's body was found three days later out in the desert.

All his money got spread around, no charges were filed, and Nora became Mrs.

Jackmall. My guess is either he had pictures or maybe even videoed the whole

sordid mess.

Oh. It was his apartment.

In fact, he owned the whole block.

I hear Jack likes pictures.

Old school, film, not digital.

Probably has some of you and Nora playing hide-and-peek by now.

Danny, stay out of this.

Stay out of what?

One of these days, Jack Wolf is going to turn up dead.

And every cop I know is going to be after Nora Wolf and whoever she's

involved with at the time.

I hope that's not you, Danny. Good partner or not.

You arrest me?

If I didn't shoot you first.

Just leave him, Nora.

I'll find a way to get those videos out.

Beat it out of him if necessary.

Who cares about the money? Just find a place.

Just the two of us.

You want me to leave my husband and wind up with nothing?

I don't think that's an alternative, Daddy.

Not even for you.

There are other things we could do. No, no. It's not going to happen.

But there wasn't any other choice until now.

You're my choice, Danny.

He doesn't deserve to live. It's not going to happen.

Because you're a cop.

Because I love you.

I won't let you do it.

Junior.

I want you to know that I love you and I... I think no matter

what happens, I'll always love you, but...

This relationship is unproductive.

My husband wants us to kill him.

Can you believe that?

Wait. He knows about us?

Shit, man.

Shit.

Shit.

Your husband knows about us, Nora?

Shit, man, I... This is fucked, Nora.

Like, this guy's got, like, a gun and shit, right? He's some kind of old

-school gangster. We need to get the fuck out of here, man. Chad?

Sit.

I was gonna do it anyway, but now he's gonna show us how.

And believe me, Jack's the smartest man I know.

If he says he can make it work, he will.

Except, instead of faking his death and framing you, we'll kill him and piss on

his grave.

Whoa, wait.

He wants to frame me?

Of course, Chad, that's the plan. Haven't you been listening?

I mean, like, yeah, ma'am, but I mean... Right, listen to me, Nora.

I don't know if I'm down for this.

I mean, I don't even know Mr. Wolf.

I don't even know this guy that you want to kill. Chad.

I just told you Jack was going to frame you for murder, and he doesn't know you

either. He's scum.

It's self-defense. We can be free of him. Yep, I'm free of him now, dude.

You think so?

Oh, yeah.

Jack knows all about us.

We're both trapped.

Oh.

Look, I can either help him fake his death and frame you, and you'll go to

prison, or the two of us can work together.

And he'll be dead, and we'll have $30 million.

$30 million.

$30 million.

But don't misunderstand. I can't just do nothing. I'm trapped.

And now you are, too.

Wait, Nora, man, like, how am I trapped? I'm not trapped.

He asked me to bring things back with your DNA on it.

And I did.

You? I had a lot of your DNA, Chad.

Now Jack has it, and that means he has you.

Wait, but why would you do that to me, man? I didn't do anything to you.

Oh, baby.

I chose you that night in the bar.

Jack knows that. So now I'm going to do everything he wants me to do. But I'm

doing it for us.

You and me.

So we can trap him, all right? All right.

Wait, I don't want to trap him.

plan is good, we can do it. If it isn't, we don't have to.

It'll just be like a game.

Just a sexy little game.

travel agent. How can I help you today?

Hey dude, I want a flight to Miami.

Alright, for what day?

Like for today, bro.

And for which flight?

Dude, get me the first one out of here.

Round trip?

No, fuck that, one way.

Alright, the first flight we have for today is San Miguel Airways flight

11023, departing at 1140 AM from Miami.

That's cool, that's cool, man.

That will be $396.

One way.

How would you like to pay?

Just enter the credit information in the boxes below, and you're only a few steps

away from your destination.

I'm sorry, Chad.

Your card has been declined.

Declined, man?

What do you mean declined, man? No, no, no. Fuck that, bro.

Like, hey, listen, I paid that bill. I know I did. I'd like $600 worth of

credit on this card, bro.

I'm sorry. That credit card has been reported stolen and is invalid. Please

choose another method of payment.

What do you mean stolen, bro?

No, no, dude, that's bullshit, okay? It's bullshit.

This is my car. I know it is. It hasn't been stolen or... Wait a minute. I'll

try to glass it right now.

I told you you don't have a choice, Chad.

The sooner you accept that, the happier you'll be.

Hey. How's it going, bro?

Oh, man.

I'm so fucking bummed.

What's that shit like?

Bro, this shit's not old.

No, not that shit, man.

Not what shit, dude? That MILF shit, man.

You know.

Hey, what the fuck are you talking about, man? That MILF. I mean, she's

gotta be like 40-something, right?

Dude, first of all, she's hot, okay?

And second of all, man...

What was second of all? Well, like, second of all, bro, like, it's none of

your fucking business, all right?

Do you want this shit or not? Because I need some cash.

Yeah, right.

Don't get all, like, you know, testy and shit, man. I'm just asking.

You're right.

She's hot. It's all good.

It's all good, bro.

Hey, hey, yo, yo, it's cool. We're just talking, man. Come on, just talking,

bro. Hey. What's this?

Is this fucking talking?

Oh, that, man.

That's cool, bro. What else do you think I'm talking about? Nothing, man.

Nothing, man. That's bullshit. Come on. Hey, man.

What? No, no, no. No. Hey, no, no, bro. Fuck it. No, no, no.

This is a bullshit bus, Danny. You know that.

You didn't Mirandize him. You assaulted him. And everybody on the island knows

that this is the kid who's planting the plantain to Nora Wolf.

That bingo with the slit dress. Colonel, that's bullshit.

Okay, is that what he fucking said?

You're going to take his word over mine, sir?

No.

I'm going to take Bianca Ortiz's word over yours.

You're supposed to be my partner, for fuck's sake. When you get off A,

screwing up a righteous boss, and B, telling the Colonel I arrested a kid out

of fucking jealousy. What the fuck are you trying to do to me, huh, Bianca?

A, it wasn't a righteous past, and you know it. And B, you arrest this kid, and

at the trial, they'll get 10 people to swear. The only reason you did it was it

wasn't wrong with your former girlfriend, about whom you're still

evidently at the same fucking loco de la cabeza.

Bestie!

Would you like to talk to me about something, my son?

Do you feel the need to be in counseling?

Counseling about what?

Counseling about why you're such a schmuck.

Cops cannot use their police powers to eliminate rivals who are 20 years

younger. She swore people on this island have nothing else to do with my fucking

personal life. They don't. And mind your language.

Everyone watches everyone else here all the time. And right now, everyone is

watching you.

All right.

Drop the charges against the kid.

Okay. Did it ever occur to you that maybe you're the one being used?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means you're a jealous man, Danny.

And a jealous man can always be useful for someone with murder on their mind.

Jesus, lovey, what a great idea.

That thing between your cop friend and the boy?

Just brilliant.

I mean, how did you know he was watching you? I mean, I know because I have

pictures, but how did you... Why am I even asking?

Of course you knew.

You get off on it, don't you?

You're a jealous cop.

Watch as you and the live young boy make the beast with two backs so now he hates

him more than he hates me.

When I turn up dead, he will pursue the villainous young assassin with even

greater gusto.

He certainly doesn't want to see you go to prison.

I think he really cares about you. You know that?

Where you going, love?

I'm going to see Chad.

Make sure the young stud wears protection.

Idiot. Shit, man. He's watching you now.

What the fuck, Mario? Why, man?

Wait, who's watching me?

Danny, the cop.

What, that dude?

Like, he dropped the charges, you know, man.

I was almost hoping he wouldn't. It would have gotten me out of all this

shit.

Nothing will get you out of this, Jed, except dying.

Oh, what a hovel.

Being stupid and getting busted for drugs certainly isn't going to do it.

Hey, don't call me stupid, Nora.

It's very important you listen to me and focus exactly on what I'm saying.

Okay?

Sit. Don't sulk.

This is business now.

Not only our lives depend on how clearly we think, but a great deal of money as

well. All right?

You all right?

Okay? I said okay, man.

It's true you have a beautiful body, but sometimes the doper mentality...

You got a dynamite blood too.

Chad, focus.

I'm focused.

Jack knows we're going to try and kill him.

Wait, he does?

How the fuck did he know that, Nora?

Because he's smart.

It's a game to him.

And he's just made the opening moves.

Now it's our move.

And we have to be smarter.

Fuck, bro.

I'm not smarter than Jack.

I'm not fucking stupid, Nora. You just sit.

You Catholics are tough on their knees.

Amen.

Sister Rachel, I didn't understand

the sermon.

apart, sweetheart.

Why does God let the devil keep on tempting people?

That is one of the great mysteries.

And does the devil sometimes win? Only the battles, Juliana, not the war.

Still, people better watch out.

They should indeed.

Every time I tell myself that I don't regret not having any children, I need

one like that.

I can't sleep.

I'm drinking like a fish.

I'm out there making left and right just busting me. Jesus Christ, I'm a homicide

detective, and I'm just spending my time trying to figure out how to keep my

former lover, maybe I'm still in love with, from murdering her fucking

husband. Which she told me she's gonna do.

Maybe that's an obsession, but what is it if I just walk away, huh?

Murder?

Which makes me an accessory.

Which means even if I didn't love her, I'd have to figure out a way to stop

her.

What a fool you are.

That child's moral compass is far superior to yours.

That's why she's a child.

There's photos and videos of her in Vegas.

Audio recordings of Nora talking about faking Jack's death and God knows what

else. And they're all in the hands of one of Jack's flunkies. Someone Nora

thinks is brought over from Havana or the DR. Probably got something on. And

none of them are on computers.

So they can't be hacked or deleted.

This is law enforcement, not theology.

Why don't you just talk to your partner?

Bianca Ortiz, the dragon lady, to prevent a crime. If she could get her

hands on those pictures and videos, she'd sit on them until after the murder

so she could perform a slam-dunk righteous bust, and you know it.

Good time?

Of course it was. Look at that glow.

Good for you, this young stallion, eh?

You know what I wish?

What? Calling me an old softy, but I wish we could turn back the clock to the

good old days when you'd trick with those business types and you'd come tell

me about it and we'd get each other off.

Good times, eh, lovey?

Nora?

Would you like to retire to the patio and plan my murder?

Why not?

And what would be your preferred method of whacking me?

Preferably something that involves pain.

Oh, sexy bitch.

But this isn't about pleasure, Mama Mee.

This is business, right?

Right, it's right.

Well, I'd Google the actuarial tables for the insurance companies on

accidental death and... Guess what I found.

What? My beloved boat.

My beloved boat. And contrary to appearances, this is more than just a

mere extravagance.

It's a perfectly plausible alibi.

You see, on a boat like this, you have to turn on the blower before you start

the engine.

It's because...

Gas fumes collect here, below deck, where the engine's power plant lies

dormant until a spark from the ignition brings it roaring to life.

Now, below deck, what do we have?

Gas. In an enclosed space.

Now, what if the blower was functioning improperly and there were fumes in this

enclosed space and a spark from the ignition?

Instead of the engine dropping with power, what would we have?

A bomb.

Boom. With an explosion that large, there would hardly be any body part left

to identify.

So, what do you think, Mom?

I think we're going to need some of your body parts.

Otherwise, wouldn't somebody smell around?

Well, it is so wonderful to have someone to share this burden with.

You.

You ask all the right questions like a cop.

But this is why I'm thinking of using the boat, not this. Stay with me.

Remember the society bringer that married the young San Migueleno that fed

her to the sharks?

Hmm? How much of her ass did they find? A tibia? A fibula? A wishbone? It wasn't

much, but enough to identify her.

We need a body part, Jack.

I am not cutting off an arm or a leg for this thing.

So what if they don't find a body part? They're tides, right?

Pieces of old Jackie Boy could be washing up in Fiji, Tawara, wherever it

is the natives screw each other's brains out all day.

I don't see why we have to be holier than the Pope on this thing.

Your teeth?

What about them?

We pull a few.

Don't you have a mohair or canine that was camped in Havana?

I don't think we need... I'd help you.

I could pull a few.

I mean, you certainly can go to a dentist. He could testify against us.

I'm only thinking of the good of the plan.

You're a saint, lovey.

An absolute saint.

What about your ring finger?

But the wedding ring's still on it, so they really have something to identify.

I mean, they can show me your finger in the little box or something. They put

them in baggies, I think.

Okay, so they'll show me a baggie, Jack.

What's the big fucking deal? I'm trying to make a point here.

So.

Show me your back with your finger in it, and I can hold it up, and...

Oh, my God.

That's the ring I gave him.

That's Jack's wedding ring.

That's all that's left of him.

My poor Jack.

That's very effective, Jack.

Very, very effective.

No. It's just because it's my idea.

If you'd thought it up, you'd think it was wonderful.

Boy, to God, love it. Even if I thought of it first, it's still a stupid fucking

idea. Not stupid.

It's a reputable proof that you're dead. No, it's not.

They would look at the finger and say it's been cut off with a knife, not

blown off in a goddamn...

Explosion! It's a stupid fucking idea!

We could cut the finger off the serrated bitch, and then we could burn it, okay?

Like in a fucking explosion!

There are any number of things you could do if you really care.

Chad. What the fuck, man?

Shit!

Hi.

You and I need to have a little talk.

Put that gun down, man.

I don't have any money, man.

I don't even have a credit card.

Chad.

That's a $200,000 car over there.

Does it look like I need your money?

Okay, man. You know that?

That's cool, bro, but, well, you know, it must be a mistake, man, because I

don't even know you and you got a gun.

But I know you.

You're the young man who's defiling my wife.

Mr. Wolf?

You're also the young man she's plotting with to murder me for my insurance

money. So, get out of the car.

Slowly. Okay, man.

It's cool.

Okay.

Don't think about running.

Don't think about fighting.

You're not thinking clearly right now, but I am.

So, get in my car. Okay, man.

And you'll be safe.

Okay.

Do we need the gun, bro?

Put your hands down.

Don't be afraid, okay?

Here, have a cigarette.

Thank you, Mr. Wolf.

Mr. Wolf.

Why are you being so formal, huh? After all we have in common.

Like my wife, you know?

You call her Mrs. Wolf when you have her squealing while you're blowing her back

out? Or you call her Nora, a baby? No, man. No, no, no.

No, dude, no, no.

Like, I'll never see her again, okay?

I'll move. No, no, no, no. I was going to move anyway.

Absolutely do not.

Do that. I don't give a fuck. I mean, honestly, I couldn't be happier.

Wait, what, man?

Oh, I need to smoke some dope, bro.

No.

Can't have you smoking dope. I need you sober when you're driving my expensive

-ass car, okay?

Come on.

Let's go somewhere where you and I can talk man to boy.

Are you going to kill me?

One of us is going to die, that's for sure. No, dude, please.

Oh, shit.

I'm getting out, man.

Okay, man.

Don't. Don't think about that.

Turn around.

Turn around on your knees.

You know, I've been planning this for a very long time.

Since before you were born, in fact.

Wait, bro, before I was born, you've been planning to kill me? Chad, don't

interrupt me, please.

From the time I was a very young man, I realized that the way I lived my life,

there might come a time when I would need to disappear.

So I insured myself.

Very heavily, so that after my death, I could live very comfortably.

But then the query, who to leave that vast sum of money to?

That's a question, Chad. To whom should I leave my money? I don't know, man. I

guess to Mrs. Nora, Mrs.

Wolf. I don't know about that. Now, can I trust her?

You know her.

After all, she is planning to kill me.

So would you trust her? No fucking way, dude. No fucking way, dude, indeed.

But then I had a revelation.

Who better than a beloved child?

So I created one.

It was godlike, divine.

No vagina, no penis, no sperm, just the word.

Let there be child.

And there was one. Dude, later.

What the fuck are you talking about, man?

Don't worry about it, my boy. Get up off your knees.

You're not in church.

I'll explain everything to you. Come.

Look what I have for you.

Oh, shit, man.

Thanks, Paul.

I registered the birth of a boy, and I adopted this imaginary child.

I called him Sean.

As John, he was educated at home by the best tutors. I took all his

matriculation exams myself.

Off the charts.

Now, when he turned 18, rented an apartment, got him a car.

Wait, you bought him a car?

Of course I got him a car.

Oh, that's cool.

Credit cards were applied for, purchases were regularly made, bills paid

properly, and my immaculately conceived son, Sean...

Became my legal heir.

Able to inherit all my money. Now, he and Nora are the beneficiaries of my

insurance policy.

But if Nora is convicted of my murder, who do you think inherits all that

money? John.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Someone else.

I don't know, man. Like, who?

You,

my boy.

Because I say you are Sean.

Wait.

Sean is an empty vessel that I can fill with whomever or whatever I choose.

And I choose you.

In the words of Darth Vader, I am your father.

Do you really think that Nora, after you kill me, is going to share that money

with you?

No.

She's going to frame you and keep the money for herself.

Now, you knew that, didn't you?

Whoa. Yeah, big time. Whoa.

Now, you and I are each other's salvation.

How? We're going to frame her for my murder, and you and I will split the

money.

Was that my husband, Chad? Whoa!

You know what I mean?

Jesus! What the fuck? How can you stay in the dark?

Okay, yeah, that was your husband, dude.

I don't know, man. He snuck up on me and talked a bunch of crazy shit and then

dropped me off.

Like, I gotta go back to my car tomorrow, man.

And then what?

I mean, like, he knows we're gonna do it.

It's fucked, bro.

Nothing is fucked, Chad.

Jesus, Mrs. Wolfe, it's over.

Nothing is over, Chad.

It's like you said, he's onto us. He's fucking outsmarted us now, man. What did

he say?

Please try to remember exactly. Be specific.

I tell you, he taught a bunch of crazy shit. What kind of crazy shit, Jack?

What's it matter, Nora? It matters to me.

I'm not kidding about your life, depending on this, you know.

Jack's a very dangerous man. You need me. You need me to tell you what he's up

to.

No, no, no.

You need me, Nora.

He's trapping you, isn't he? He told you you can't trust me.

Whatever else he said may have sounded good, but believe me, Chad, it's a trap.

Now, what did he say?

Jack Swankie, the photographer.

You say he developed the pictures. They aren't digital.

That's what Nora said.

Right. And you said Jack brought them over from Havana. That means he's going

to be at least Jack's age, probably older.

I'm willing to guess he's set in his own way, developed the pictures himself.

That means he has a dark room.

Right.

And he has to have a place where he can buy paper and chemicals.

He orders them online.

True. But perhaps an older gentleman doesn't like to buy things online.

And if he runs out of something, he might need it right away.

Okay, well, Klein's is the biggest store, so...

If you're from Havana and you hear illegally taken pictures to blackmail

people of God only knows what, are you going to shop at a store owned by Mr.

Klein or at Marginal's Photo and Camera, owned by the Mr. Marginal, whose feather

I might add is also from Havana, and who came over right after Castro took over?

Sister Fernanda, you're a fucking hell of a cop.

Shit. He left the money to a fucking kid.

John. He named the kid John.

Bullshit. This whole thing's bullshit, Nora.

Like it's over, man.

That's just... That's just what you had.

Continue on.

What is this?

A romance?

I told you before, you don't have a choice.

Yeah, well, maybe I do.

You want to know what your choice is?

You can spend Jack's money with me on the beach in the Grand Caymans.

Or you can check into semi...

as playmate of the month.

I know a little something about being the object of men's desires, Jed.

If that's what you decide, I can probably give you a few pointers.

We really shouldn't be doing this. I know, I know, but you'll kill me if I

don't get these documents to the bank on time.

I mean, honestly, you'd kill me if you knew I was stupid enough to leave them

for condemnation.

You guys are life savers, really. Okay.

Have a good day.

Dearest Nora, I would have given you policy if you'd only asked.

Now then, lovey, who do you think our Chad is willing to betray?

You? Or me.

It's Jean, okay?

J-E-A-N.

Not fucking John.

What's it matter, man, like John? It matters.

Because you're gonna do exactly what Jack says.

You're gonna let him show you how to be Jean-Wolf. Because after we kill him,

I'll collect half the money as his wife.

And you collect half the money as this job.

No, okay, ma'am.

No, no, I don't know nobody like that.

You took pictures of my mother's bingo game at a local parish maybe two months

ago. She was going to give us the pictures, and we never got them.

No, no, I don't know nobody like that.

Stay quiet. I don't think he has any friends or family.

I do know he has his own darkroom, though.

No, no, I don't know nobody like that. Say he was from Havana?

Maybe in his 70s, possibly a little older?

No, no.

You don't know anybody from Havana who's maybe in his 70s or a little older?

No. You never met a 70-year-old person from Havana in your entire fucking life?

No, no, no, okay.

Sorry, coño.

Excuse me.

You were in one fucking room?

Yeah, but you were resisting arrest.

Arrest? What the fuck did I do?

I snatched you out from here, the biggest fence for stolen cameras in the

whole fucking island.

Now, you can either remember this guy who you never fucking saw, or I can

bring you in right now. And trust me, Cabron, I got so many brothers in county

who would love to owe me a favor by fucking up a greaseball like you.

So, I remember that guy.

That guy, uh, 7580 from Havana, maybe, uh...

I think I remember that guy now. Yeah, what's his name?

I only remember his first name, okay? Anibal.

That's his first name.

Always pay cash, no credit card.

He come in this time.

I find out his last name and call you, okay?

Okay. You're one week. Okay, fuckface.

Then the stolen property is going to come in here and they're going to crawl

up your fucking asshole and they're going to start taking them for you.

Fish.

Capisce? Capisce?

I was thinking Chad... I was thinking Chad is like

the child we never had a chance to abuse. Don't you love it?

You know, you are not such an up person anymore.

You didn't answer my question.

Don't you think Chad is like the child that we... No, I don't.

You don't?

I think if we had a child like Chad, he would be bad, right?

Sam, I am.

What, lovey?

Sam, I fucking am.

Sam, I am.

It's a lovely, innocent fucking children's book.

So you wouldn't know what I'm talking about.

So judgmental. Me, I'm supposed to be getting you.

I'm going to pack to be in Miami for two days.

If I were you, I would tell that young stallion to continue to wear protection

because you're, what, 20 years older than he is?

And all those nubile young things on the beach just happened to be you 20 years

ago.

Just thinking of your protection.

Chin-chin.

Hello, detective.

How long will he be gone?

Two days.

All right.

Let's just get out of here.

And do what?

I'm about a step and a half away from finding that recording, and I will get

it. And if Jack Wolf shows up dead, I will have no choice but to arrest you.

Willie. Believe it.

Just call it off, Nora.

Why? Because the last thing on earth I want is to arrest you.

Really?

And what do you want to do with me?

You want to take me away and we live happily ever after?

Yeah.

Danny, you're such a fool. We could have everything. All I want is you.

Then I'll tell you what.

When Jack turns up dead, you forget about the recording and arrest Chad.

Then you can't have me and the money.

A jealous man can always be used for something.

It's all right.

You're the one I wanted. You're the one I've always wanted.

If you want to stop and shoot me, arrest me, shoot Jack, but just do something.

Because if you don't, I'm trapped.

I don't have a choice.

You're sulking.

Sulking makes you look suspicious. Come on, perk up.

Give me that the girls love me face. Come on.

Yes.

Perfecto. You handsome devil.

Why are you sulking?

Oh, man, I think you're with that guy again the other day when you were in

Miami. You know, the garden has fallen down to your place. What guy?

The cop who hit me, man. No. Yeah.

Shocking. What do you think?

Well... Are you jealous that she's playing hanky-panky behind your back?

No, dude, no. See, it's with the cop.

I mean, like, what if she says, you know, if Jack winds up dead, you bust

Chad, and then send him going boogie down to the Bahamas, man.

Outstanding, Chad.

Excellent, my boy.

You see, you've only been my adopted son for a short time, and already your IQ is

up. Thank you, man. But allow me to posit another idea that could perhaps be

even more problematic.

What's more problematic than getting arrested, dude?

What if Nora decides to dump you, and then she remembers that Chad is the

only person who knows I'm guilty of murder?

Therefore, she says to herself, Chad's the only person who can put me in prison

for the rest of my life.

Then she says, I got to...

I got to kill Chad.

Positively, Sean, my son.

Lovey, I don't know if our Chad has... confided this to you or not, but

I suggested to him the other day that after he and I fake my death that the

both of us should kill you.

Then John gets the money and naturally he shares it with their old papa.

I think he's taken quite a shine to the idea.

You know, he doesn't trust you anymore, Corita.

Quite frankly, he's afraid of you.

Is he?

Hmm. But you know I never hide anything from you anymore.

I know you think I'm a liar, duplicitous, but I think I am

the most constant of life's companions.

I say we stick to the original plan.

Pin my murder on Chad, split the money, and I give you the ultimate gift of

love.

I set you free.

I swear to God, Nora.

I love you.

I do.

I know you think I'm lying, but I do love you.

Siempre amor, Emil.

I love you because you and I are exactly the same.

The world judges us harshly, but I don't judge you.

Even when I know you and lover boy are planning to kill me, I know and I don't

touch you.

God, I hate this.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Shh.

I'm still kidding. No.

It's all right.

So tell me.

Even when I know you're going to kill me,

What should I do?

In my place, Nora, what would you do?

Kill me.

See?

I never lie to you.

No, you never lie.

All right.

So, let's plan my death.

Put this in the engine room and hurry. Got 15 minutes.

John?

Howdy, son.

Jack? Jack!

Promise me that you'll consider this, Zara.

Because if not, then I'll have no choice but to help him kill you.

No more games?

No more games.

This works on the parasympathetic nervous system.

It's called hyaluronic acid pain.

I've had some experience with it.

She won't feel a thing. Her throat will constrict.

She'll choke a bit, and there'll be some gasping for air.

It's called paraldehyde.

Toxicity level 5. Reaction time immediate.

His heart spasms. His head feels like it's about to explode.

There'll be bronchial constriction, wheezing, the muscles will twitch, the

pulse will slow, and convulsions will ensue. You hit him with it in the

shoulder. Or in the back.

Whatever.

It was a death by asphyxia and cardiac arrest. One shot?

It was.

Well, you see, lovey, I attached the yellow wire here, like so, and the blue

one into here.

In this scenario, I tell Chad... Plumb in the engine room. I'll be waiting for

you, all right? Come on. Get it done. We can get the hell out of here.

I was mad.

You're done?

He trusts me implicitly.

Such a lovely boy, but thick as a brick.

Got it.

His name's Perez.

Who?

Jack Spunky.

It's too cheap to pay anybody anything without getting a tax write-off for it.

You hear?

He listed someone named Anibal Perez as a gardener for his business.

Here's the same Anibal Perez listed as a handyman two years later.

And here is the same Perez listed as a janitor.

Now all we need is an address.

Then we get the voice recorder and kill Jack.

The guy's name is Perez.

Anibal Perez.

You got an address for us?

No, no.

I don't know no address.

Jack tampered with it.

He'll tell you to set the timer for 15 minutes while he waits in the dinghy,

but it'll explode after three minutes.

So once you get him on the boat, hit him with the Peralta iron.

And then, use this.

Put both bombs on the boat, but only trick it this one.

Set it for 10 minutes.

which will leave you plenty of time to get out of there.

The biggest mistake my husband ever made was showing me how to build a bomb.

That'll be Jack, Mr. Perez.

Now give me the voice recorder and the videos or you're dead.

Voice recorder.

Mira, I don't know.

I'll count to three.

And either what I want is on its way to my hand or your brains are on their way

to that wall.

Please, señora, voice recorder. One, two, three. Drop it. It's over.

Kill me, Jamie?

Is that true? You'd kill me?

You wouldn't have to.

I would.

Dr. Castro, remains of Chuck Feller were found and shipped by our department to

your laboratory for DNA testing.

They included a phobia and tibia bone, respectively.

They were then matched to get a hair sample.

found in Mr. Sellers' apartment.

And your conclusion was what, Dr. Castro?

The DNA match between the bones pulled out of the water and the hair sample was

positive. I have no doubt that those were the remains of Mr. Sellers.

Likewise. There was a blood splatter on a piece of decking, which was ultimately

recovered, and one tooth, which was also shipped to your department for testing.

What were the results of those tests?

The blood splatters and the tooth in question, which, by the way, feature a

very distinctive cap that would only have been available in Cuba between 1945

and 1958, were positively matched with no DNA samples of Mr. Jack Wolf.

Lieutenant Winter, you're head of the bomb squad.

for the San Miguel State Police for the area of Puerto Seguro. Is that all

correct? Yes, sir.

Were you able to determine the cause of the explosion which occurred on the

motor yacht Cersei on the morning of the 15th?

Well, there were two explosions, actually.

Two separate bombs.

The triggering device, however, seems to have come from a bomb planted in the

engine room.

The marina surveillance caught the whole thing on tape and we were able to

recover part of the bomb's timing device from the ocean floor.

Detective, I'm going to show you a voice recorder.

Prosecution specific 52.

Is this the recorder you and your partner Bianco Ortiz retrieved from Mr.

Perez?

It is.

I will play it.

The defendant will rise.

Nora Wolf, you have been found guilty of murder in the first degree.

Do you have anything to say before the court renders its judgment?

That son of a bitch is alive, Your Honor.

He's laughing at us right now.

Nora Wolf, you plotted the murder of your husband in a cold-blooded fashion.

You entrapped a young man into your plan, and he, along with your husband,

is now dead.

You have expressed no remorse.

It is the judgment of this court, therefore, that you be sentenced to life

imprisonment without the possibility of parole.

Court is adjourned.

Please.

Take a seat.

I appreciate you taking the time to speak with me, Detective.

Our insurance company obviously has a very large interest in this matter,

considering the amount of money that's at stake for us.

It's not a problem, Mr. Brody.

Now, this is Bianca Ortiz, your partner.

Is there anything I should know about her?

Probably a lot that you should know about Bianca Ortiz.

See, local legend has it that she was raised by her grandfather.

Evidently, he ran afoul with some local hoodlum, lost all his money or

something. And then that local hoodlum turned up very dead.

Problem solved.

And?

Well, the rumors that Bianca Maeve had something to do with it.

She was barely a teenager at the time. They never found a body, so who cares,

right?

You're suggesting that Bianca Ortiz was somehow involved in the murder?

Without a body or a killer, a murder is only hypothetical, Mr. Bruni.

That and five bucks wouldn't buy you a latte on this island.

My question then is, why did you let your partner Bianca in on the bus?

I thought you were keeping the whole thing a secret from me. It's no secret

to you, Mr. Brody. It's an island.

See, Bianca kept telling me to stay out of it.

She knew way more about the whole thing than I did.

Turns out she was telling the truth.

She knew every move from the very beginning.

Anibal Perez is my grandfather.

What in the actual fuck are you talking about?

He killed a man.

A very powerful one. The kind whose family never forgets.

That's what Jack will find on him.

Then Jack killed whoever had to be killed.

And after that, he owned my grandfather.

Truth is, he owned my whole family.

Why the hell wouldn't you say something before?

Why would you let us go through this whole fucking thing? Jack would have

wound up dead. My grandfather would be free of him.

Why on earth would I say something to ruin that?

Exactly 30 days after Nora's conviction, a well-respected banker by the name of

Tesler, a fairytale principality of Lichtenstein, looked up from the paper

spread before him and said,

Well, Mathieu Jean, at last we meet.

I only wish it would have been under pleasanter circumstances.

I did business with your adopted father for many years.

Though we never met, we corresponded for well over a decade.

He was enormously proud of you, Jean.

And I of him.

Well, all these documents certainly appear to be in order, and with your

stepmother's conviction, you are now the sole beneficiary of your father's

insurance.

I hope the money provided for you offers some solace.

I didn't believe it myself at first, until your insurance company filed a

notification of a payment made to Jean Roux through Bank de Crédit.

That's when I resigned from the department and I flew to Liechtenstein

in order to question the banker myself.

Turns out the banker Tesla was so taken with Sean Wolfe's exotic good looks that

his gaze lingered as she crossed out of the bank.

He saw her embrace an elderly Hispanic gentleman and a man he later positively

identified in a photo as Jack Wolfe.

Bianca was part of this whole thing? From the get-go.

See, Bianca's grandfather, Anuel Perez, he was Jack's flunky. But Bianca Ortiz

was Jack's lover.

See, when she said that Jack owned her whole family for saving her

grandfather's life, what she really meant was she was part of the deal from

the time she was a kid.

But Jack's supposed heir had a birth certificate indicating he was a boy.

Right. And a later certificate showing that he had transitioned.

He was in gender-affirming surgery at the age of 15.

She was just like Jack said.

John Wolfe was an empty vessel into whom he could pour whatever he chose.

He chose Bianca.

Of course, being chosen by Jack was not without certain risks.

How long after she collected the insurance money, a plane en route from

Liechtenstein to the Seychelles Islands crashed in the Indian Ocean?

The cause was reported to be a faulty airspeed indicator and pilot error.

All aboard perished, listed as passengers of one Gene Wolfe of Nigeria.

and about Perez of San Miguel and another passenger traveling on a

Nigerian passport under the name of Giacomo Lupo.

Giacomo Lupo is Italian for Jack Wolf.

Well, what do you know?

There's not only a devil, there's a God, too.

That, in fact, is when Nora got religion.

Sister Rachel became the best friend she'd never really had.

Someone she trusted completely.

Their most fervent prayers and the darkest secrets of her soul.

I think there's kind of a redemptive beauty to that, don't you?

Besides, now I can prove that Nora didn't kill Jack and you are going to

finance the appeal to get her out of prison.

Do you think so?

Absolutely.

And like I said, now I can prove that Jack Wolf isn't dead.

What are you talking about?

Jack killed Bianca and her grandfather, but he's very much alive, and he is out

there somewhere with your money. And if you hire me, I'll find them both.

All of us alive.

On what do you base that?

On what they found in the wreckage.

Ironically, Nora has Jack's only known surviving next of kin, so he sent it to

her.

Jack's finger, which means he didn't die in the boat. So it proves Nora's

innocence. Your sight, lovey.

An absolute saint.

What about your ring finger?

But the wedding ring's still on it, so they really have something to identify.

Maybe in his own weird-ass way, he really was in love with her after all.

Left his finger in order to save her.

Though I swear to God, I love you.

I do.

Maybe it's just his arrogance and he wanted to have the last laugh.

What do you mean?

Like Nora said, both God and the devil are very real. Only sometimes the devil

wins, and then he gives you the finger to prove it.

Son of a bitch.

It's a jack set, and he cut it off.

Your old-fashioned plan was just a whisper of bitterness.

Thank you.

We'll be right back.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

that I'll forget you Some things you wish you didn't know

Tomorrow

and you can't ignore it the way you're so entwined with

mine when love is gone you can't restore it

you learn to grieve it

Tomorrow there'll be someone new sleeping in...

I foolishly used to see I wouldn't say that I regret

you I'm sure you'd say the same of me

I loved you longer than I should have

There was no room for no one else And

all the dreams I thought we could have Became love lies we told

ourselves.