All language subtitles for Under Suspicion (1991) 1080p BluRay x264-[YTS LT]

So where do you think
you're going?

Just for a breath
of fresh air.

Tony...

He won't be back
for hours.

Tony!

[HONKING]

[WOMAN LAUGHING]

[DOOR BANGING]

[MOANING]

[WHISPERING]:
Tony! Tony!

You don't want
to do it.

Waiting for your turn,
weren't you, copper?

Weren't you!

You're both dead now.

Tony!

Colin, don't!
Colin!

* The first Noel
The angel did say *

* Was to certain poor shepherds
In fields as they lay *

* In fields where they lay
Keeping their sheep *

* On a cold winter's night
That was so deep *

* Noel, Noel *

* Noel, Noel *

* Born is the king
Of Israel... *

Are you Mr. Aaron?

Yeah, that's right.
Come on.

I don't suppose--

Well, I don't suppose
I'll be very good at this.

Well, nobody is.

The important thing is
to get in the photograph.

Ever been
to Brighton before?

Brighton, no.

I've had to change
the hotel.

Change the hotel?
Why? What's happened?

Well, it's just
the other place got raided

a couple
of nights ago--

Raided?

It's all right.
It's all right.

I got us booked
at the Radley Hotel.

It's a much
better place.

It's going to cost
a little bit more,

that's all.

We'll go up to my office first,

and I'll tell you
how it all works.

Don't look so worried.
It'll be fine.

Is everything
all right?

Nothing seems
to have been taken.

What do you do
for a living,

if you don't mind
my asking?

Do? I'm a lawyer,
a barrister.

Ah...barrister.

Yeah, I thought it was
something like that.

You see her
down there?

Well, that's
your woman.

I can't walk
into a hotel with her.

Yeah, you see, I was
totally misinformed

about the type of
gentleman you were, sir.

No. No, I... can't.
I just can't.

Mm-hmm...

Perhaps-- Perhaps I could
talk to my wife.

Your wife?

Yeah, she's an actress.

I mean, she's never done
anything like this before.

Do you think she might?

I mean, I-- if it's--
I could pay more, I mean.

Uh, good evening,
my name is--

I have a double
room booked.

What name, sir?

Uh, er, Franklin.

It's a double room.

I booked it
about two days ago.

If you'd like
to sign in here, sir.

[BELL RINGING]

Thank you very much.

[KNOCKING]

You developed a sudden interest
in hotel architecture?

Hey, Frank.

Hope you're not doing
any illegal divorce work.

I'm tailing a suspect here.

There's a lot of coppers love
to see you put away, you know?

Yeah, wouldn't you think
there are better things to do?

You on your
own tonight?

Why don't you come
round for dinner?

I'm okay, Frank.

Hey, it's Christmas,
you miserable sod.

Come round.

Would you like a drink, sir?

A drink?
Um, no... not for me.

Would you like something?

The usual... darling.

Champagne.

Oh, champagne...

Uh, champagne.

You can smile a bit.

Order a prawn cocktail

and pretend you're trying
to impress me.

Impress you... right.

I'm not very keen
on champagne,

that's all.

Denny! The man
I wanted to see.

Give us
the car keys.

Why? Didn't Bob bring
the money round to you--

Look, don't start,
just give us the keys. Now.

Ah, for--

Look, it's good faith,
isn't it?

Yeah, yeah.

We had a deal,
and I've seen nothing.

I know. I know.
Bob promised me 200 quid.

He said he'd bring 20 quid
round to your house--

Yeah, but you're months
behind with the payments.

I know. I'm sorry.

Look. Look, we agreed
terms, didn't we?

Yeah... Yeah.

Well, don't make me
feel bad about it.

All right, all right,
Denny, listen to me.

If the money's
not on your desk

9:00 tomorrow morning,

keep the car forever.

9:00.

Well...

So what do we--
what do I do now?

I'll go into
the bathroom and change.

Knock on the door
when you're ready.

Knock on the door
when I'm... ready.

[CLOCK CHIMES MIDNIGHT]

There you are.

Excuse me, dear,

could you open
46 for me, please?

I forgot my key.

Thank you.

[WHISPERING]
You're a witness.

You two should be
ashamed of yourselves.

Uh, excuse me?

Excuse me, miss?

Remember what you saw.

How much did you get?

$25.

Show me.

I had some debts
to pay back.

So you've paid
the rent, did you?

You lying bastard.

How much do
we owe now?

Give it a rest,
will you?

Well, I didn't marry you
to live in a bloody office.

Hey, hey.
Close the door.

Whose is this?

What?

You've been with someone else,
haven't you?

Oh, Christ,
stop it. No.

You liar.

A client must have dropped it.

You're so damned suspicious.

Because you never change.

You're the one wanted
to get married, sweetheart,

not me.

Now, close
the bloody door.

Get out of there.

Mr. Dangerous.

Where did you
get this from?

A friend of mine
brought it back from Italy.

Come on,
give me it.

He said it belonged
to Mussolini.

Aw!

Come on.

Is it loaded?

Yeah, sure.

Of course it's loaded.

Bang!

Don't worry
about going to court,

that's easy.

We just need
the photograph

and the night porter
or a chambermaid

to act as a witness.

I mean, they might
send someone to the hotel

to check out
that you were seen,

but they'll be
no problems.

I sincerely hope not.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey, that's my car,
you bastard!

Get out!

Tony,
get out the car.

Come on! Get out!

I won his car in a poker game,
you know?

What a loser.

* ...To spend Christmas
On Christmas Island *

* How'd you like
To hang your stocking *

* On a great big coconut tree? *

Time to go to work.

* How'd you like to stay up late
Like the islanders do? *

* Wait for Santa to sail in

* With your presents
In a canoe... *

That's it
at the far end,

over there.

So keep near me.

Remember,
you're a witness.

You two should be
ashamed of yourselves.

[SCREAMS]

Okay, just take
everybody's names,

keep the guests
in their rooms for the moment,

just make sure nobody leaves.

Are you all right?

Get some coffee.

I need to talk to you.

Were you in the bar
all evening?

Did you see anything?

Oh, God.

I can't believe
this has happened.

I just saw her--

What are you doing?

Well, you touched
the door handle,

didn't you?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I forgot.

Well, you're fine.

I guess you can
do your own.

No. Do it
for me, Frank.

My hands are
shaking too much.

Did you book
the room for them?

Yeah.

Why did you put them
on the top floor?

I don't know.

If you wanted them
to be noticed,

you'd stick them in the middle
of the first floor--

I don't know, Frank, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

It's all right. Don't worry.
You stay where I can find you.

You stay where I can find you.
I want whoever did this.

No! No!

It's just a photograph.

That's all it is.

Oh, Jesus.

What kind of casket
do you want, sir?

Uh, casket.

Uh...

I-- I haven't--
I haven't got much money.

You'd better make it
the cheapest.

[ENGINE STARTING]

Why so formal, Frank?

Can we do this
in my office?

I've got a lot
of pressure on me.

It's got to
all be done right.

You know
Dave Waterston,

he's been
working with me.

I was Colin's partner.

You remember Colin, Tony?

Yes. I remember Colin.

We're not here
to discuss that.

Look, Frank,
I've already--

There's no need to go
into all that again.

We got your statement.

You know who was killed
along with your wife, Tony?

His name was, uh,
Paduin, Padouin.

He was
an Italian salesman.

I don't know much
else about him.

You obviously
haven't read the newspapers.

His real name
was Carlo Stasio,

famous painter, rich.

I mean, really rich.

How did you meet him?

I-- I didn't,
until that day.

His, uh, his solicitor
came into the office

about a month ago.

He said that
they wanted to...

remain discreet.

In fact, he said
that Padouin--

that Stasio
wanted to use a false name

on the hotel registry.

I said that was all right
as long as there were witnesses,

you know,
to identify him in court.

Now, why would a millionaire
go to a dogshit little agency

like yours?

Maybe he wanted
anonymity,

seeing who he was.

I mean, no big agency's going
to arrange adulteries anyway,

are they?

They're against the law.

They certainly are, Tony.

We're not going to be able
to cover that up.

I know.

You said you were
in the hotel bar all night.

From about
10:00, yeah.

Never left your seat.

So?

The barmaid said you went out
for about ten minutes

just before
you went upstairs.

Jesus, I went
to the toilet, right?

No, no, no, no.

You went upstairs
and did her,

didn't you?

They found your prints
all over the bed.

Oh, fuck off.
Is that the best you can do?

You owe people
a lot of money.

So what?
I owe money.

That's not
a crime, is it?

It's an incentive
to commit crime.

I'll pretend
you didn't say that.

Pretend what
you like.

You're not getting away
with murder again.

All right, eh.
All right!

Come on.

Dave, shut up!

Leave him alone.

Well, ask him, Frank.

Ask me what?

Do you possess a gun?

What?

No...

What, do you think
I killed my wife,

and then I killed
a complete stranger as well?

Does that make sense?

Even to a fucking
monkey brain

like you, Waterston?

Nobody thinks
anything like that.

If there's nothing else,
Frank, can I go?

There is
one more thing.

Have you talked
to anyone in the station

about the autopsy?

Whoever killed them

also cut off Stasio's thumb
as a souvenir.

Oh, Tony...

Happy Christmas.

What are you doing here?

Same as you.

So what's the news?

Oh, nothing.

Someone saw
a smart red car

outside the back
of the hotel.

That's about it.

Stasio's wife.

Who's that?

I have no idea.

Interesting.

Just remember who's
doing the investigation,

all right?
Absolutely.

I'm serious.

I can't have
you around me.

[CHURCH BELLS TOLLING]

Mrs. Stasio,
I'm Frank Vance,

the Detective in charge
of the investigation.

I'd like to offer
my condolences,

and say that if there's anything
you'd like me to do--

I'll tell you
what you can do.

You can go
to my house--

my house--

and throw that
bitch, Angeline,

out of it.

Right.

When might it be convenient
to talk to you, Mrs. Stasio...

[SEAGULLS CAWING]

Speak.

I have a floral tribute
to deliver.

Drive down to
the front entrance

and I'll collect it.

Drive down, she says.

Thank you.

I'll take that.

I need to give it to the lady
of the house herself.

I'm sorry. She's not at home
to visitors at the moment.

She is at home.
I saw her come in.

Sorry.

Wait, please.

Could you give her this, please?

Thank you.

I can't help you, I'm afraid.

I haven't asked you
anything yet.

Uh...

Tony. Tony Aaron.

Angeline White.

I kind of expected
to see his wife.

This is a family home,
isn't it?

She doesn't live here anymore.

I'm sorry
you've wasted a journey.

Don't you want to find out
who killed him?

Do you know?

Not yet.

Then why don't we leave that
to the police?

Good day, Mr. Aaron.

It's not a good day.

Not for either of us.

Don't you get frightened
here on your own

in a big house like this?

Only when people like you
say things like that.

A Detective Inspector
Vance has arrived.

Um, it might be better
if he doesn't see me.

Do you have
a back entrance?

We don't usually have a need
for a back entrance.

If there's nothing else,

then I'll
dismiss the--

The wages
are in envelopes in the hall.

What does Stasio
need the oxygen for?

Was he ill?

He thought he was ill.

There was
nothing wrong with him.

Goodbye.

Where's all his
paintings, then?

What are you
doing here?

Would you please ask this man
to leave, Detective,

and not come back again?

Get out,
like the lady says.

I warned you, didn't I?
Keep out of this.

Was she his mistress?

He was doing all right
for an old man.

Maybe I should
take up painting.

I'm giving her
24-hour protection

for the next
couple of days.

I'll tell my men
to arrest you

if you show up here
again, all right?

You never offered me
24-hour protection.

Oh, come on, Frank.
It's obvious.

It's got to be
Selina, the wife.

She gets dumped
for a younger woman,

thrown out of her home.

She feels bitter.

She doesn't want Stasio

to go through with
divorcing her,

so she kills him.

Absolutely.

There's only one drawback--
she didn't do it.

How do you know?

She was at a party
in London, all night,

at least 20 witnesses.

She didn't do it.

And what about Angeline,
where was she?

Come on, Frank,
I know you asked.

I didn't have time to.

She says she was
with the family solicitor.

At midnight?

[SEAGULLS CAWING]

I don't
want you with me.

Come on, Frank.

Ton, don't make me have
an argument about it.

Would it be all right
if I take the car?

No, it ain't all right.

Go on.

I understand
you represented Stasio,

Mr. Roscoe.

Yes, that's correct.

Why did you pick Tony's--

Mr. Aaron's agency
to fake the adultery?

Look, I'm not saying--

It's all right.

I'm not interested
in any of that.

Why Mr. Aaron?

Well, he'd, uh...

done some work for me
a couple of times before...

matrimonial, similar work.

I didn't really know him.

I see.

What was Stasio like
as a client?

Very difficult.

He was forever
changing his mind.

But he paid well.

Is that a question?

Why did you
meet Angeline

the night
that he was murdered?

That is a question.

Mr. Stasio had instructed me
to invite her here

to explain about the...
adultery

when it was already
too late to stop it.

She didn't know?

Why didn't he tell her?

You'd have to ask her.

What time
did she leave?

Very late. About 10:00.

What did you do then?

I went home.

Mr. Aaron?

Mr. Aaron!

It's your own fault. I told you
not to come back here.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean
to frighten you.

You didn't frighten me.
I frightened you.

It's a bit late
to be making pastry, isn't it?

I think
you'll be fine.

You can leave now.

I don't want to leave.

If I blow this,

the two cops out front
will come running in here.

I think
you should give that to me.

I seem to be in more danger
of sudden violence than you do.

[THUNDER CLAPPING]

Is this you?

It has
the curious effect

of making strangers
think they know me.

Where did you meet Stasio?

At an exhibition
in Miami.

I admired
his paintings.

He asked me
to model for him.

And here you are.

I was an art student.

I decided to
give up painting

when I saw
what he could do

with his eyes shut.

An artist's work leaps in value
after his death,

isn't that true?

Always.

You must be sitting
on a gold mine.

Well, do you think
I killed him

to make money?

I was just
thinking out loud.

I could take this painting
to any gallery in the world

and get $20,000 for it,
probably more.

If you take it out,
you can keep it.

What are you
trying to prove?

It's a serious offer.

I wanted to show you

you care more about money
than I do.

Yeah, well,

you've got more of it
to not care about.

It's signed.

Yeah?

All these paintings are signed.

I thought famous painters
didn't sign their work

until it was sold,

to stop people
stealing them.

People
can steal paintings.

People can forge signatures,

so Stasio did something
really clever--

he put his thumb print
after his name.

Only the ones on the wall
have his thumb print on them.

The rest are worthless.

Pretty smart, huh?

Yeah, pretty smart.

Now you've had the tour.

You hated him, didn't you?

Why do you say that?

He was an amazing man.

He was the most powerful man
I ever met,

but he was... so obsessive,

and he became...
obsessed with me.

He threw Selina out.

He said he'd divorce her
and marry me,

even though I kept telling him
I was going back to America.

I didn't mean to stay with him.

Things just...
got out of hand...

and then, he wouldn't let me go.

He said
he'd kill himself

if I left.

Maybe that's what happened.

Maybe he shot your wife
and then... shot himself.

Yeah, sure,

and then what did he do
with the gun?

Son?

What am I supposed
to be looking at?

You weren't there, Frank.

Look carefully.

Tony had this
shooting competition.

Souvenir?

A souvenir, from the war.

Why did you lie to me?

for it, and I'm in enough shit

as it is, all right?
No, it is not all right.

Get it.

I'd forgotten all about it.

Don't make a big deal.

It was here.

I swear
it was here.

It's gone.

I know it was in there.

It's been taken.

Hazel was playing with it
last week.

She must have put it somewhere.

This is the gun
you'd forgotten all about?

[LOW VOICES]

Good morning!

What are you doing?

May I ask...

where did you go
when you left the solicitor's

on the night of the murder?

Home.
What are you doing?

Straight home?

I may have driven around
for a while,

I was pretty upset.

You'll have to do
better than that.

I had few drinks.

I don't remember
exactly where I went.

What are you looking for?

Lots of things.

Like what?

Now, this is a search warrant.

I wonder,

would you mind

if we took a look
around the villa?

[DOOR BANGS]

Did you tell
the police something

to make them tear my car apart?

No.

No?

No.

You see, I...

I did go to the hotel
that night.

Mr. Roscoe told me
what Carlo was going to do,

and I wanted
to try and stop him.

I--
I wasn't going to marry him....

But I knew
he'd fly into a rage...

so I just sat in my car.

You sat in your car?
You didn't go inside?

I should have told the police,
but I was so frightened.

I mean, it looks bad,
doesn't it?

I think his wife killed him.

She was 50 miles away.

Oh.

Well, maybe she paid someone
to do it.

Go and talk to her.

Hey, listen, I'm doing
my investigations, not yours.

I'll pay you.

To find my wife's killer?

What kind of person
do you think I am?

Hello, girls.

Someone who needs money.

You could use it to move
into a nicer neighborhood.

My mother was a prostitute.

I like living here.

Oh.

Yes. Oh.

Did you know your father?

Oh, yes.
I knew all my fathers.

What time did
your husband get home

on the night
of the murder?

Well, you don't think
my husband was involved?

Good gracious, no. No.

I just want to clarify
in my mind

the sequence of events.

About midnight.

He works very
late these days.

I was just falling asleep
when I heard the car.

What are you doing
harassing my wife?

I'm sorry?

If you have any questions,

you come to the office
and ask them.

I have one question.

If you left the office
at 10:00,

why did it take you two hours
to drive three miles home?

Did you go to the hotel
with Angeline?

I don't have to talk to you.

Oh, you do...

sooner or later.

I'm Inspector Vance.

We met at
your husband's memorial.

But I've already
been talking

to Inspector Aaron.

Inspector?

I'm going to have
to sort him out.

Can I have a word?

He'd had affairs before.

We had
an understanding.

He swore that
they were nothing,

and that he'd
never leave me.

Until Angeline.

When he came back
from Miami, he'd changed.

He was completely
under her spell,

did anything she said.

She's a very
persuasive woman,

very clever.

Are you sure you're not just...
jealous?

Of course I'm jealous.

I've made myself ill
with jealousy.

That was his first American
exhibition in Miami.

I was an art dealer,
that's how we met.

Of course,
I had to give that all up

as soon as we were married.

No wife of his
was allowed to work.

I don't care he's dead.

I could lie,
but I don't care.

I stopped loving him
long before he...

threw me out.

Stop going around saying
you're a policeman.

In fact, stop going
around all together.

You're making me
look like an idiot,

arriving five minutes
after you all the time.

Frank, I can't help it
if I'm ahead of the game.

Do you think
she's involved?

No.

She's a very
bitter woman

who'd love
to get her hands

back into paintings,

but she's innocent.

It's Angeline.

Car was spotless,
so was the villa.

Frank, she's ice cool.

Like, today she come in here
and tried to hire me

to investigate the murders
that she committed.

I don't want you
seeing her again.

I know why they cut
his thumb off, you know.

It was to
authenticate the--

Paintings, yeah.
Well done, Detective.

You're not
the only one working.

Frank, look,

Stasio had homes
in America, in Italy.

Supposing there's
hundreds of paintings

lying all over the world,

all worthless without
the thumbprint.

Oh, Frank, she did it.

I know it.

Everyone thinks
I murdered them,

don't they?

No.

I saw a man
on the fire escape

that night when
I was in my car.

Oh, yeah?

What did he look like?

It was dark.
I couldn't really see.

Well, what height
was he?

And don't say
my height.

Couldn't tell.

Did you tell
the police?

Mm. They'll think
I made it up.

Were you happy
with Hazel?

I don't know.

I'm not an expert
in marriages.

When you were with her,

did you want to be
with other people?

Oh, yes.
All the time.

I love women.
I lose my head.

Do you think people
know what they're doing,

or do you think we're...

driven by things
we can't control.

People are capable
of anything.

A boat goes down in
the middle of the ocean,

and it's not
the women and children

who get out first,

it's the people
that are ready

to step on the others.

You're so like me.

Am I?

You don't really
like yourself, do you?

Things'd be different
if I was in America.

I'd be
a different person,

a new start.

I understand Selina.

She's more like me
than I care to admit.

Nobody likes being used
and then thrown away.

So why did you
stay with him?

Because I need people
to tell me that they love me,

and when they do,

I get frightened
and want to run away.

You're not answering
my question.

If he was so terrible,
why did--

[BRANCH SNAPS]

There's somebody
out there.

Let's go back
to the house.

Are you joking?

Is everything else locked up?

I feel safe
as long as you're here.

Well... I can't stay here.

You don't have anywhere
to go, do you?

Look...
I just can't get involved.

Why don't you go down
to the cellar and...

choose a wine?

It's late.

I know nothing
about wine.

Then choose a bottle
with a pretty label.

Oh, very funny.

Angeline?

Angeline...

I don't think you're supposed
to serve Bordeaux like that.

I'm going home.

Go on then.

Why did you
stay with him?

What?

Stasio,

If he was so awful,

why did you
stay with him, hm?

I can't believe you,

cross-examining me
while we're making love.

You know
who I am, Tony?

Ah... Ah.

Nobody.

But I've met Picasso,
Brock, Matisse,

I've been to Mexico,
Paris, the South Seas,

and places
people only dream about.

When I die,
I'll still exist.

People will stare at me

in galleries
all over the world.

We're nothing,
you and me.

We'll only
get out of the gutter

on someone else's back.

Everybody can be special.

You and me, we burn
to be what we're not.

We have to be special,

and we'll do
anything for it.

Wouldn't you
do anything for it?

Oh, yes. Yes.

Frank, wait. Wait.
I can't do this.

You be the killer.

Okay...

Right...

Okay, I come in
through the door.

I kill them both,
shoot them.

I, uh, cut off his thumb here...

Then leave.

No.

Why didn't they try
and get up out of bed?

Why'd they just sit there?

Why'd they let you
pick up a pillow?

Okay, okay.

They're not frightened...

because they know me.

That's right.

One of them knows me.

And the killer never came in
through that door.

Look at the direction
of the blood on the wall.

They're both turned
towards the bathroom.

You're being very slow.

Bathroom's
got a balcony.

A sash with
a sliding lock.

The easiest window
in the world to open.

[SEAGULLS CAWING]

There's
no fire escape.

I wouldn't want
to chance this

as an escape route,

especially at night.

Why are you assuming

that the killer
left the hotel

after the murders?

He went over the roof.

Shit.

This window
leads to the kitchen.

It's closed in the evenings
in winter.

From here,
no one can see you

if you walk back downstairs
into the lobby.

It's good, Frank.

There's only one thing
that worries me about this--

where's the gun?

Everyone in the hotel
was searched,

checked the rooms,

rubbish tips, everything,

no gun.

Walk back, will you?

Go through it again.

What did they do with the gun?

Wait a minute!

Where do those lead?

Yeah, heat's the water
for the whole hotel.

I stoke it up at night,

and then again
first thing in the morning.

How often is it
turned off?

Never. It's designed
so that the ashes

drop through
to a tray below.

What are you
looking for?

There's something
at the back there,

you see?

You reckon
you could reach that?

What make
was your gun?

Oh, Frank--

What make
was your gun?

Beretta.

I have to
arrest you.

I have to.

Somebody's setting me up,
here, Frank.

Look, I didn't
tell you this,

but a few days ago,
I came back,

and the office door
had been forced open.

Now, I didn't
see anything--

Don't even start.

But it's true.

If I give this
to Waterston,

This is enough
to convict you.

It's Angeline,
she did it.

She was outside
the hotel that night.

I know she did it.

Why, what was
her motive?

Frank,
she hated him--

Tony, I am holding
your fucking gun.

Look, you've got to keep this
to yourself for a few days.

No, no.
Two days. We can nail her.

24 hours.

What if anyone
finds out

I'm holding
back evidence?

Frank, what's more
important to you,

our old friendship
or police procedure?

Don't you useour friendship--
Why not? Why not?

What else
have I got left?

You were the only one
who stuck by me, Frank,

the only one.

Stick by me now.

I could get
in a lot of trouble.

No details
about the will

have yet
been made public...

Mrs. Stasio, well,
you know each other, obviously.

Shall we begin?

The will is a document
of considerable length,

and the deceased names

a number
of art foundations and libraries

who are to receive
his diaries and sketch books

and other effects,

but I'll concentrate first

on the main division
of the estate

and the paintings,

which is considerably
more straightforward.

"To my dearest
Angeline,

"I leave everything
I possess,

to be disposed of
as she wishes."

It's outrageous!

That's it?

But I...

That's it?
She gets all the paintings?

There is
no reference to you

in the will,
Mrs. Stasio.

But I was with him
when he wrote his will, I--

When was this written?

When was it written?

December the 21st, 1959.

The day he died.

He changes his will
so that she gets everything,

and that same day,
he's murdered.

You bitch.

You couldn't wait.

As soon as
he'd signed everything,

you got rid of him,
didn't you?

I told you, Frank,
I told you.

She got his name
on the paper-- bang.

That will is
completely legal.

She's going to walk away
with everything.

There's something
about Roscoe

I don't buy.

Maybe they're
in it together.

I'm going to tail him.

What?

Frank, what does she have
to do to convince you?

Look, it's got nothing
to do with bloody Roscoe,

it's Angeline, and I can
nail her, she trusts me.

Don't you go up there again.
You leave her to me.

Look, I'm just going to
talk to her, that's all.

I just want
to talk to you.

What are you doing?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You were looking
for something,

weren't you?

You think
I murdered them?

No.

Get out of here.
Go on, get out.

Look, I'm sorry.
I had to be sure.

Stay away from me.

Angeline,
I can't stay away from you.

Everyone thinks
I murdered him to get his money.

I don't care
about the money,

and I don't want
the paintings.

Look, I know
you didn't do it.

You don't know.
I do.

How can you know?
How can you say that

after I find you searching
through everything?

How can I trust you?

Because we have
to trust each other.

We have to trust
each other.

We have to.

We have to...

Come with me.

I want to show
you somewhere.

[GARAGE DOOR BANGS OPEN]

[WOMEN TALKING]

Can I have a word?

Go away, we're busy.

Police.

Oh, no.

Have I got things wrong.

What's going on?

I think you better wait
in the kitchen, sonny.

You're in a lot of trouble.

I'm sure I don't need to remind
you of the law, do I?

Can I, uh...

Can I get dressed?

No.

We had a bit of trouble
selling this place...

and I kept the key
that Hazel gave me.

I come here quite often.

No, the lights
don't work.

A club owner
lived here.

He was planning
a robbery.

We just had to
watch the place.

It wasn't dangerous.

Two other policemen
were watching his club.

I got to know
his wife, Hazel.

Kept coming in
to see her, every night.

Frank warned
me to stop,

but I wouldn't.

I couldn't stop myself.

Then one night,

another policeman,
Colin, got...

into trouble
because of me.

I got him killed.

Sometimes-- Sometimes,
I think of my life

as the same bad thing
played over and over again--

This isn't the same,
you're innocent.

You have nothing
to be frightened of.

But I'm not innocent.
I've never been innocent.

What about this man
who killed Colin?

Maybe he's trying
to get revenge.

I don't think so.

They hanged him last year.

People always think
they're better than me...

and they are.

We're just the same.

No, we're not the same.

Buy a plane ticket
back to America.

Why?

Because really bad things
are going to happen.

"Be lucky."

Frank gave it to me
when I graduated police college.

Well, a truck
ran over it.

It's never been
the same since.

What's wrong?

You all right?

Angeline?

Angeline...

Angeline!

Oh, Christ.

You're a sick bastard.

What were you doing here?
Screwing her like last night?

You're in it together,
aren't you?

Yeah, sure.

I want a confession.

All right, I confess.

You witness that, Paul?

No, this isn't right,
we don't--

No, no.

Oh, come on, then, beat me up.

Yeah. Let's do this one
for Colin, shall we?

What do you want me to say?
I'll tell you anything.

I can't go to prison.

I can't go to prison...

You planned it all
with Angeline,

didn't you?

You told her

the moment Stasio
changed his will--

Yeah, I told her,
but I swear

I didn't have any idea
what was going to happen.

But you know who murdered him,
don't you?

Yeah, it was Angeline,
wasn't it?

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

I don't want any calls!
Look--

Tony? Where?

All right.
Wait there.

Just wait there.

Right, listen,

Go to your office now,

get the old will,

get the files on the
Stasio family, all the letters.

I want the notes
on all the meetings,

I want everything,
all right?

Don't you cheat me.

Everything.

I'll join you there
in 20 minutes.

[FIREWORKS EXPLODING]

Sorry.
I'm sorry, Frank.

What the hell happened?

Ah...

Oh, I walked into a door.

It kicked the shit
out of me.

What's so funny?

I've cracked it.

Roscoe is ready
to tell us everything.

Ten, nine, eight,
seven, six...

Hey, Tony,

enjoy the last
of the old decade.

Happy New Year, Roscoe.

No!

[SINGING "AULD LANG SYNE"
OUTSIDE]

Frank, come on,
let's call somebody,

for God's sake.

There's a note.

He's left a note.

Hey...

Just help me turn him over,
will you?

Come on.

Oh, God.

What's that?
Pick it up.

What's it say?

Come on, what's it say?

Tony?

What is your current profession?

I'm a private detective.

And what does the majority
of your work consist of?

It varies.

Well, I understand
you have a speciality.

Well, I do a lot
of matrimonial work.

You falsify adulteries

to enable people
to get divorces.

I like to think
I help unhappy people

to put their lives
back together.

You make it sound
like a charity.

Of course, it isn't a charity,
is it, Mr. Aaron?

You make money out of
other people's misery.

What, like barristers, you mean?

As I understand it,

You would
make your wife

go to bed
with these men,

and then you'd
go to court

and testify to witnessing
their adultery,

is that more or less
what you did?

More or less.

And how many,
approximately,

of these...

dirty weekends did you arrange?

I don't know, a dozen, maybe?

Yes, well,
let's not argue

with that figure
for the moment, a dozen.

So on at least
a dozen occasions,

you went to court... and lied.

And you lied
and you lied again--

Well--

It doesn't inspire
much confidence

in you telling
the truth now,

does it, Mr. Aaron?

Why did you leave
the police force?

Well...

Well, a friend--

a friend of mine
was killed, and, um...

And what, Mr. Aaron?

I couldn't take the pressure,
I had to leave.

Isn't it the case
that you were told to resign

in return for formal charges
being dropped against you?

That's enough,
Mr. Jenkins.

The jury will ignore
that last remark.

Mr. Aaron...

Why did you marry your wife?

What do you mean?
That's a stupid question.

Well, stupid or not,
why did you marry your wife?

The same reason everybody does,
because I loved her.

I don't believe
that's the truth.

Tony bought a car off me
a couple of years ago,

and we got to be friends.

He was seeing this married woman
at the time, you know.

This was
Hazel Powers?

Yeah, that's right.

Then a copper
was killed by Powers,

and he was... tried and hung.

Anyway, Tony and I
were drinking one night,

and he said he was going
to marry Hazel, you know.

I couldn't believe it,

because
all he'd ever said before

was she was just a good...

Yes?

Good in bed.

I never thought

he really cared
about her.

I said this to him,
and he just laughed.

He said, "Have you
seen her house?

Do you know how much
money she's got?"

He didn't leave much doubt
about why he was marrying her.

Did you see Mr. Aaron
subsequent to the marriage.

After they got married,

Tony found out
this guy, Powers,

had huge debts.

He was virtually
bankrupt.

His club was sold,
his house was put on the market,

and Hazel didn't end up
with anything at all.

He was really mad
when he found out.

He said he'd made
the biggest mistake of his life.

Mr. Aaron,
were you aware

that your wife had
an insurance policy

through the access
trades union

of which
she was a member?

No.

Well, I wasn't

until I went through
her things after--

Do you recall
the conditions of the policy?

I just read it
through once.

You stood to gain
a thousand pounds

in the event
of her death.

Look, it's a standard
insurance policy--

Thank you, Mr. Aaron,
that's all for now.

I can say
with complete confidence

that this is the gun
that killed them both.

We asked him twice
if he owned a gun.

He denied it both times.

Is this your gun?

I said, is this your gun,
Mr. Aaron?

It looks like my gun.

How did it come to be
in the boiler room of the hotel?

It was stolen from me.

I had a break-in in my office.

Really? And when did you
report it stolen?

I didn't know anything
was missing at the time.

I didn't realize
until after the murders.

And were there any witnesses
to this alleged break-in?

Yes, the client I was helping.
He was with me.

Who is this man?

He's a barrister.

Oh, and, uh,
we'll get a chance to talk

to this
barrister, will we?

He doesn't want
to appear in court.
Really?

Well, that'll be the first
barrister I've ever known

to be shy of appearing in court.

So really,
what you're telling us

is that no one
can substantiate

this alleged break-in?

Yes, this barrister can.

Yes, well...

Why did you have a gun?

I mean,
did you, uh...

did you use it
to threaten people?

Really, My Lord, I must object.

I'm just trying
to understand.

I mean, why did you have a gun?

I don't know,
I just kept it, that's all.

And when did you apply
for a license for the gun?

I didn't have a license for it.

We've got to get
that barrister to talk.

He won't.
I've tried.

The beretta was fired
three times in all

from a distance
of less than four feet,

using one of
the bedroom pillows

to muffle the noise.

Stasio was hit twice...

Give this to Frank.

The first bullet penetrated
his chest and his heart,

and in all probability,
he was already dead

when the second shot
was fired.

You've made yourself
hard to meet.

Look, I'm afraid

you're wasting
your time, Detective.

I've already told you
I have nothing to--

Is he telling the truth
about the break-in?

Look, I can't help you,
I'm afraid.

My reputation is--

Sod your reputation.

Is he telling
the truth?

I have nothing to say.
Now, please leave me alone.

Is there room for me?

Look, I'd like
to remind you

who I am, Detective.

I'm not going
to be bullied--

I'm not giving you a choice.
This is a man's life,

or do you want me to
tell your fancy friends

what kind of person you are?

This your coat?

I had paid Mr. Aaron to arrange

for myself and a woman
to be photographed together

to help me...
obtain a divorce.

He met me at Brighton station,

and then we went back
to his office

to sign some papers.

I immediately noticed
something was wrong,

the door had been forced open.

Mr. Aaron checked
in his desk and around,

but couldn't see anything
missing at the time,

and we continued with...

with our business.

But there were
definite signs of a break-in?

Yes. Yes, there were.

You're part
of the prosecution.

I'm still
not certain--

You're part of
the prosecution, Frank!

You can't go
looking for evidence

for the bloody defense.

I'm not sure anymore.

You've got the gun.
What more do you want?

You know he did it,

you just don't want
to believe it.

Waterston knows something.

What's he got up his sleeve?

I mean, there's the gun, yes.

Even the suicide note.

They're damning,
but they're circumstantial.

Nothing directly connects you.

There are
no eyewitnesses,

so he's got to have
something more.

But there isn't anything more.

I went to the hotel that night
to wait for Carlo.

I was going to drive him home
after the, uh...

the photograph.

I was there for about half
an hour when I saw something.

What did you see?

I saw someone

climb over the roof
of the hotel,

they stopped for a moment,

and then they climbed
into a window.

That's the kitchen window,

that's the third
floor window

at the front
of the hotel.

Yes.

Did you see who it was?

It was definitely a man,
from their clothes,

but it was dark.

I couldn't see
them very well.

So you have no idea
who it might have been?

I know exactly who it was.

You say it was dark,
how can you be so sure?

Before they went back
inside the hotel,

they stopped
to light a cigarette.

Did you see their face
in the light?

At that distance?

No, but...

they had a lighter,
and it didn't work properly,

so they tapped it
against their hand,

and then
they shook it twice,

and then tried to light it.

It was...

such an individual way
of lighting a cigarette.

I forgot all about it,

until I saw Tony Aaron

do exactly the same thing
with his lighter.

Liar! She's a liar!
She's making it up!

Sit down, Mr. Aaron.

What did she buy,
the woman who was just in here?

An aeroplane ticket for America.

Why do you want to know?

One-way ticket?

Yes.

You have seen the evidence.

The solicitor's letter,
the gun.

You've seen the shocking
photographs of the dead.

Now, you must be thinking...

what kind of a person
could commit this atrocity.

A man thrown out
of the police force,

who, by his
own confession,

now makes his living
by fraud and deception.

A man who has perjured himself
regularly in court

for the past two years.

A man who was
desperate for money,

and I suggest to you...

was prepared to do
anything to get it.

I-- I know things look bad,

and I'm no angel,
I've done things wrong,

but I didn't do this.

Somebody stole my gun
and tried to frame me.

That's what happened.

Why should I kill my wife?

I mean,
I could just divorce her.

I mean,
what they're saying--

They're saying I killed my wife
for a thousand pounds,

and then killed
this man as well,

so that people
wouldn't suspect me?

It's sick. It's--

I couldn't do anything
like that.

I don't deny I've lied.

I've done a lot of things
wrong in my life,

but not this.

God, not this.

[FOOTSTEPS ABOVE]

[CROWD NOISE]

Someone
in the jury's smiling.

It's going to be
all right.

Have you reached
a verdict

that is the verdict
of you all?

We have.

And to the charge
of murder,

do you find
the defendant guilty

or not guilty?

Guilty.

No...

No.

No. I'm innocent.

No. No.
Get off me.

Get off me.
No. No. No.

I'm innocent.
It wasn't me.

It wasn't me.

I'm innocent.

I'm innocent,
I tell you.

She's clean.
I followed her, everything.

I've turned in
my appeal.

Oh, Christ.

She did it, Frank,
she did it.

What can I do?
I can't do anything more.

Do you know
what I get in here?

I get these two pricks
watching me night and day.

Saying, "Do I want
a game of dominoes?"

Do I even want to play
a game of dominoes?

I'm being hung
in the morning, Frank,

So don't just sit there

and tell me you
can't do anything.

Search the house again.
We missed something.

I can't get another warrant
to search the same place--

When I was in Stasio's studio,

she found me,
and she went crazy.

Search the house again.

Eat your steak before
it gets cold, Tony.

Fuck, steak!

Frank, find something.

Search the house again.

Paul, it's me.

Call the airports.

If she turns up anywhere,

try getting customs
to hold onto her for a while.

Think of something.

Yeah, well, just fucking do it.

No, sir, no.

I can't answer
that question.

There's been
no word of a pardon.

I'm sorry, you'll have
to ask the press officer.

You'll have to ask
the press officer

about that as well.

All right, thank you.

Sorry, I can't help you.

It's time
to go, sir.

Yes.

[BUSY SIGNAL]

No, I'm afraid the governor

is unavailable for comment
at the moment.

No.

[BUSY SIGNAL]

I'm not going to make it.
I'm not going to make it!

No, no, hey, guys.
Wait. Wait, please.

I didn't do it.
I didn't do it!

I didn't do it.

Wait. I didn't do this.

I didn't do it.

Come on, lad, behave.

I swear to God, I didn't do it.
I'm innocent.

Oh, Jesus.
Oh, Jesus, God, I'm innocent.

I didn't do this.

Listen,
I swear I'm innocent.

I didn't do this.
I didn't do this.

I swear I didn't.

No. I don't want that. I don't
want it. Listen, I'm innocent.

Don't go away.
Please, stay.

Look, it wasn't me.

Hey!

Oi! Where you think
you're going?

Please. Please...

Please, I'm innocent.

I'm innocent!

[KEYS RATTLING]

What's wrong?

Don't want to go
or something?

Bye.

Good.

You leaving Brighton?

That sounded like
a command.

I didn't mean--

I know.

Well... there's still
a lot of people

you owe money to.

Yeah.

What? No, Frank.

Go on.

No.

Buy yourself a suit
and a shave.

I'm sorry I didn't believe you.

Life's too short.

Well, look, I'll see you around.

I don't think so.

It's not
visiting day.

Frank swung it for me.

I thought you'd like
some fresh air.

So where are you going?

Oh, America.

I was going there.

I didn't quite
make it, though.

So how much
did she pay you?

What?

Selina.

Please, don't start.

She's certainly got enough now.

You should at least get half,
all the risks you've taken.

You were bound to go to prison
for fixing the divorces.

That was good.

That threw people
off the scent.

You thought, "Six months
for double murder,

that can't be bad."

I didn't come here for this.

You...
searching through my things,

looking for evidence.

You remember?

Sure. I remember.

But you weren't searching
for evidence, were you?

You were planting it
for Frank to find.

You only got to know me
so you could set me up.

Goodbye, Angeline.

Then who killed them
if it wasn't you?

You did.

And you're still trying

to drag somebody down
with you, even now.

You killed him. That's
why you're doing life.

Think yourself lucky
you're not a man.

They would have hanged you
by now.

Oh, I'll think myself lucky.

Don't go.

I've got a boat to catch.

I miss you.

I miss you every day.

I'm-- I'm sorry
nothing turned out right.

Tony, you have to
tell me.

I'm going to go crazy in here
not knowing for sure.

Please... just tell me.

No one
will believe me,

no matter
what I say.

I've got to know.

Just tell me once...

Did you do it?

Did you?

Whisper.

Did you?

Did you do it?

Is he in?

I've only put
30 paintings on the market,

but I could sell the lot.

Everything.

I want to wait a while...

until the prices go up.

We're going
to be very rich.

You know, I might
make you an offer

for your Stasio one day.

You said she was
only after his money,

but she wasn't.

She just wanted to be somebody.

Who cares?

She's out of the way now.

You fell in love with her,
didn't you?

That's why
you waited so long

to plant the evidence.

No.

No, it was just business.

Come on, Tony.

You've got everything
you always wanted.