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Oh, you're gonna try
to pin this on me?

- All I know is I didn't do it.
- Well, neither did I.

- Do you know the lady who lives here?
- Mrs. Yost!

When was the last
time you saw her?

Two days ago.

She was taking a trip up
north to visit her sister.

And I'm sure Rita's been
cheating on him this whole time.

Any idea who with?

But once I find out,

I'll make Rita and
her gigolo very sorry.

I did not kill Carlo.

I'm gonna take your case.

But we have to think
about our future

- and the baby.
- Baby?!

- Oh, boy.
- I plan to nominate you again.

If you still want to be
a part of our silly club.

I do.

I'm gonna be all by
myself in this cold,

- empty house.
- I sure wouldn't want you to be lonely.

Why a man is dead and
his wife is in jail for murder...

All so you could get
into a garden club.

We're about to be grandparents.

Let's just put all this
unpleasantness behind us.

I just decided to stay in
town a couple more days. Promising

business opportunity has
just presented itself.

Rita Castillo had always
thought of herself as a woman

who would do
anything to survive.

And she had the rap
sheet to prove it.

She'd stolen money.

She'd sold her body.

She even helped to kill a man.

But she was now in jail

for a crime she didn't commit.

And no one believed
a woman like her

could be innocent.

They're calling
me a black widow?

That's one of the
nicer headlines.

Is this your way of telling
me you won't take my case?

With publicity like this?

You bet I'll take it.
And I'll win it, too.

Good, because I did
not kill my husband.

And that's the truth.

Murder trials aren't
about the truth.

They're about stories. And
the D.A.'S got a juicy one.

Rich guy ends up dead.

His cheating wife is caught
with poison in her purse.

Mm. You got a better one?

I was framed.

Is that the best you can do?

It's what happened.

Someone put that
syringe in my bag.

But who? And don't say his
daughter... she's got an alibi.

Who else was home that night?

Just my cousin, Isabel.

Who also happens
to work as my maid.

Hello.

There's our killer.

- What?
- Yeah, this is good. This is good.

She, uh, she framed you
because she hates your guts.

What? Please. Isabel loves me.

No, no, no, no, she used to,

but, uh, she's gotten jealous

of your looks, your money...

You had everything.
She had bupkis.

She wanted you to suffer.

And you really think
a jury would buy that?

Well, it's worth a shot.

Here. I need you to answer
these questions for me.

If we're gonna pin this
on Isabel, I'm gonna need

every bit of dirt on
her that you can shovel.

This is just a strategy to
get me out of jail, right?

Of course.

But if people believe this,

isn't there a chance
Isabel could be arrested

for Carlo's murder?

That's a good question.

I got a better one.

Do you want to spend the
rest of your life in prison?

Yes, Rita Castillo
had always thought of herself

as a woman who would
do anything to survive.

She was now about to find out

if that was true.

Alma Fillcot walked
into her garden that day

hoping to prune her roses.

But before she began,

Alma decided to have a chat

with an old friend.

Mrs. Yost.

How are you this fine morning?

Still dead?

Pity.

If you were here, you'd
see how good I'm looking.

It's not because of
any mascara or rouge.

No, ma'am.

I have learned firsthand

that crushing one's enemies
is the best cosmetic.

What do you say to that?

Alma?

Oh! Grace.

- You scared me.
- Oh.

Sorry.

I was going to
call, but I thought,

"No, I want to see her
face when I tell her."

Tell me what?

I spoke to the girls last night.

We all agreed.

Rita is out of the Garden
Club and you're in.

Ah! Oh.

- I'm so happy.
- Oh, me too.

Will there be a
luncheon like before?

- This Friday.
- Oh.

Oh, but I won't be able to come.
I have a wedding out of town.

You have to be at
my first meeting.

I'm only in because of you.

I wish I could.

Are you free tonight?

The ladies could come
here, just for an hour.

- Well, I suppose a little celebration is in order.

Excellent. Uh,
shall we say 6:00?

I will rally the troops.

- Oh!

Bye.

Did you hear that, Mrs. Yost?

I'm in the Garden Club.

The club you said would
never have me as a member.

Have fun turning in your grave.

Good morning, baby.

Oh, Scooter. How
handsome you look.

And another smooch for
my snazzy new robe.

Well, I gladly take the kiss,
but the robe is not from me.

Come on. It just magically
appeared at the foot of my bed?

Is the robe to your liking, sir?

Yeah.

But if it's from you I'm
paying in handshakes.

This is Otto, my
butler from Texas.

He's agreed to work for me here.

Oh, a real butler, huh?

With a name like Otto, maybe you
should have been a chauffeur.

I bet you hear that one a lot.

Thankfully, no.

Don't tease Otto.

He's German. It'll end badly.

So, what do you
want to do today...

Uh, have a swim, catch a movie?

I can't. I'm busy going
through Rita's records.

I need to prove she
had a lover here in LA.

Who cares if she
had a boyfriend?

The district attorney.

He says evidence of an affair

will help convict
her of Papa's murder.

Haven't you been
through enough all ready

without doing the
D.A.'s job for him?

You need to relax.

I-I say skip the trial.

Get out of town.

We'll go to Rome or
somewhere in Europe.

Mm. Nothing would please me more

than to take a
little trip with you.

But don't worry,
this won't take long.

You'll be packing your
bags before you know it.

Bertram.

There you are.

I have wonderful news.

It's official.

I've been accepted
into the Garden Club.

Mm.

The ladies are coming
over this evening

to help me celebrate.

I'm going up to the attic
to get my punch bowl.

If you don't mind, I could
use your help with the cups.

Bertram.

I've been thinking about Rita,

and her little cat.
: Aw.

She loves him so much.

Of course she loves him.

They're the same species.

She may be tried for
a crime we committed.

Don't you care at all?

Let's say that I do.

Do you want me to confess?

Would you be happier if
we both went to jail?

At least we'd deserve it.

Oh, what a thing to say.

Actions have consequences.

Well, you weren't keen to face
any when you were filling up

graveyards with your
previous victims.

My fondest dream is
finally coming true.

If you can't share in my joy,

at least try not to ruin it.

- Rocco,

do you see how pretty
Mom's garden is?

Oh, right.

It's just one big toilet to you.

When does he get here?
Could be soon.

Might have to wait a while.

Hey.

Don't I know you?

Sure.

- You're Vern's girl, right?
- Yeah.

Dee. Uh, Detective Rohbin?

Yeah. What are you doing here?

I live here.

Why are you here?

You know the owner
of that house?

Mrs. Yost? Sure.

We're meeting her
nephew in a few minutes.

He's helping us investigate
her disappearance.

Disappearance?

No, she's just away on a trip.

She asked my mom to look after
her dog while she's gone.

I'm sorry to tell you, Dee.

Her car was found submerged
in a lake up north.

What?

Yeah.

We suspect foul play.

I'm sorry.

What did you just say?

I said I got proof
Rita didn't kill Carlo.

- What is it?
- Not so fast.

You tell Rita it's
gonna cost her 20 Gs.

I need to be compensated

for the way she treated
me all these years.

I'm not telling her nothing

until I see what you
got with my own eyes.

You already had your chance.

My advice?

Pay more attention next
time you aim your Kodak.

- What?
- You got a week to come up with the money.

This is where I'm staying.

Isabel.

Tell me what you have.

Not yet.

I've waited a long time
for my ship to come in,

and I'm not gonna
miss it this time.

- Mom.
- Hmm?

When Mrs. Yost asked
you to look after Rocco,

where did she say she was going?

Uh, she said she was paying a
surprise visit to her sister.

Why?

Apparently, she never got there.

The police say she's missing.

Oh, yes.

You know, uh, they did
mention that.

You spoke to the police?

When?

Uh, a detective
stopped by, weeks ago,

asking all sorts of questions.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, I was busy getting
ready to host a party.

It just slipped my mind.

Well, the cops are starting to
think Mrs. Yost was murdered.

Why?

Did they find her body?

No.

But they found
her car in a lake.

Oh.

Well...

Sounds to me like they are
jumping to conclusions.

Now, how does this look?

How can you be so calm?

Well, we don't know
what's happened.

Besides, I'm in too
good a mood to fret.

I've finally been accepted
into the Garden Club.

Some of the ladies are
coming by this evening

to help me celebrate.

Oh.

- Congratulations.
- Hmm.

Well, it's not just a
victory for me, Deirdre.

Once I'm settled
and I have some sway

with the membership committee,
I'll get you in as well.

- Mom, I'm-I'm getting married.
- Hmm.

I have a baby on the way.

I'm not gonna have
time for a silly club.

Remember...

Babies grow up

and men work late.

Before you know it, your
life will seem very drab.

And you'll yearn for
glamorous friends

to give your days
a bit of color.

Just don't wait too
long to find them.

The years fly by.

And the next thing you know,
you'll be cold in your grave.

Like poor Mrs. Yost.

Assuming she's dead.

Which I'm sure she's not.

All right, and for Grace.

- Mm. Delicious.

Oh, yum. Yum. Yum.

- All right...
- Wonderful.

Ladies, a toast.

To our club's newest member...

- Oh.
- Alma Fillcot.

- Cheers!
- To Alma.

Thank you all so much.

Oh, don't thank us.

Thank Rita and her
handy hypodermic.

Now, now. Rita is innocent
till proven guilty.

Is she sweet until
proven bitchy?

- 'Cause I want to serve on that jury.
Oh, Joan.

Alma, perhaps you'd
like to say a few words?

Oh, no. I-I couldn't
possibly. I...

- Oh, you must.
- Oh, please.

- Yeah. You must.
- I suppose if tradition demands it. I...

- Yes. - Speech, speech.
- Oh, wonderful.

- Speech. Speech.
- Yes. Speech.

These are trying
times for us all.

Our Garden Club's rosy
reputation has been pierced

by thorns of scandal.

But when I look out

at all your smiling faces, my

- Oh,
for goodness' sake.

Ladies.

Please excuse me.

Mrs. Fillcot?

I'm Isabel.

I used to work
for Rita Castillo.

It's urgent that I speak
to you. May I come in?

If you're looking for a new
job, you've come at a bad time.

I'm hosting the
Garden Club ladies.

- Then it's a good time.
- Oh, uh, um...

I-I... I can't let
you bother my guests.

I'm not here about a job.

What's this?

This was taken at Rita's house
the night Carlo was killed.

That's Catherine.

That's Scooter.

And that's

you.

Now can I come in?

- Joan.

I'll be with you in
a moment, ladies.

I just have to attend
to a domestic issue.

Yes...

Where did you get that?

Rita got a guy to get a
photo of Catherine having sex

so she could blackmail her.

Now I'll use it
to blackmail you.

Isn't life funny?

I don't know why you're so smug.

That photo proves nothing.

It proves you were there.

You killed Carlo

and put the needle
in Rita's purse.

And now you'll have to
pay me to keep quiet.

Everything you
just said is a lie.

But how much money
are we talking?

$20,000.

- 20,000?!
- In cash.

Bring it to this
hotel tomorrow night

or I'll go to the cops.

This was supposed to
be my lovely night.

And you've spoiled it.

Yeah, I'm awful.

Picking on a nice lady

just 'cause she killed a
man and framed my boss.

Uh, please go out the back way.

Lady...

Talk to me like I'm
the help one more time

and I'll destroy you
just for the hell of it.

Oh.

Scooter.

Come upstairs. I need you.

What's going on?

I'm searching the house.
I need to find something

that will prove that
Rita had a lover.

But you looked after breakfast.

You said you didn't
find anything.

I remembered something.

Papa was convinced that
Rita had a hiding place

where she kept things from him.

I'm gonna find it, even if I
have to take this house apart.

Let me just fix myself a drink,

and I'll be right
up to help you.

Don't take too long.

Madame, could this be something?

Oh, that's Rita's account book.

I've already been through that.

According to this,

she was renting some
apartment in Chinatown.

Yes, I've been there once.

I tried to catch her red-handed
but the apartment was empty.

She must have moved
her lover out.

Would you go downstairs and
see what's keeping Scooter?

Of course.

Mr. Scooter.

Miss Catherine is wondering

when you might
join her upstairs.

Going right now.

I was just enjoying the fire.

Oh. Izzy, we can't take
the silver candlesticks.

They belonged to Harry's mother.

This is what he gets
for slapping you around.

We'll hock 'em once
we get to El Paso.

Now, come on.

Here, you take that.

- I'll take the small one.
Okay.

What's this?

Harry.

I thought you were at work.

You going somewhere?

Mama called.

She's very sick.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

It's serious.

I left you a note.

See...

I think you're
trying to leave me.

She's in a hospital. I swear.

I'm so sick of all your lies!

- Ow!
- Let her go!

- Shut up!
- Please!

Please don't hurt her!

I'll stay.

If that's what you want.

What did I say I'd do to
you if this happened again?

Hmm?

What did I say?!

You ugly bitch.

Is he dead?

He called me ugly. Who cares?

Come on.

$20,000?

That's what Isabel said.

And she wants it
by tomorrow night.

We'll obviously have to pay it.

I'll go to the
bank in the morning

and empty our savings account.

We barely have 10,000.

Then I'll have to get a
second mortgage or something.

Do you think she'd
give us more time?

I think she'd prefer
not to negotiate.

This is all your fault.

I told you, actions
have consequences.

And now here we are,
swimming in the foul swamp

that you have dug for us.

You know...

We could handle the situation

permanently.

No!

Well, if actions
have consequences,

shouldn't that
apply to Isabel too?

For the love of God, just stop.

If we pay her,

she'll just come
back again and again,

until the well runs dry.

Do you love me?

At all?

What? Of course I do.

Then, for once, stop arguing and
do what your husband demands...

No, no... implores you to do.

And if you can't...

Well, perhaps, this
isn't a marriage at all.

Where are you going?

I'm going to sleep
in the guest room.

I'll return to our bed when
you're a little less lethal.

Hi. Are you Mrs. Yost's nephew?

Yeah, I'm Irving. Who are you?

Dee Fillcot. I live next door.

I wanted you to know

my parents have
been looking after

your aunt's dog
while she's away.

The cops think she's dead.

Oh.

Did they find her body?

Not yet, but she was
definitely robbed.

The cops say whoever robbed her

probably killed her.

Robbed? Are you sure?

Yeah, they took a bunch
of stuff from the house.

A cut-glass vase, an
antique brass pitcher,

and a fancy French painting
worth lots of money.

French painting.

There may be other
stuff missing, too.

I'm still doing inventory.

So, if you don't mind.

Yeah. Yeah, go ahead.

Is Miss Castillo here?

I'm a P.I. investigating
her father's death.

I am sorry.

She is not at home.

That's okay. I'll wait.

- She may be some time, Mr., uh...
Loomis

is his name.

Scooter.

Well, look at you.

You can go now, Otto.

Don't worry, my old pal
won't be staying long.

What are you doing here?

Working for Rita.

She says she's being framed.

Let's talk in here.

I don't trust Adolph, Jr.

I'd love to help Rita.

I never went
upstairs that night.

I don't know what
happened to Carlo.

Yeah. You were down here
screwing her daughter-in-law.

Just so you know, I'm
living with Catherine now.

And we've developed sincere
feelings for each other.

That a new watch?

Look, I'm busy.

So, if there's nothing else...

One question.

Now, is there a chance

that anyone else was in
this house that night?

As far as I know, it was just

me, Catherine, Rita and Isabel.

And you, outside, taking photos.

And I gave those
photos to Isabel.

Then she came back
wanting money.

She hinted that one of my photos

could prove that
Rita's innocent.

I'm thinking that maybe
I got somebody on film,

somebody we don't know about.

When I was here with Catherine,
on the sofa that night,

I thought I heard something.

Like a door closing.

Maybe someone else was here.

Thanks, Scooter.

That's what I needed to hear.

Glad to help.

Hey, Scooter.

You ever think
about Dee Fillcot?

Sure. Now and then.

Do me a favor.

Forget about her.

Mr. Loomis?

I was curious.

Since you are an old
friend of Mr. Scooter,

I assume you have been
to his old apartment?

Yeah. Why do you ask?

He wants me to retrieve a
few items he left behind.

I am embarrassed to say

that I cannot read
his handwriting.

Is the address, uh, um, eight...

He lived at 812 Rosewood.

In the middle of Chinatown.

812 Rosewood. That is it.

Thank you.

Morning.

I had a brilliant
idea last night.

I'm not talking to you.

Why?

Because you're a horrible woman.

I've come up with a way
for us to pay off Isabel

that leaves her breathing
and won't cost us a cent.

Really?

Not so horrible now, am I?

Yes, yes. What's your idea?

We'll sell Mrs. Yost's things.

Most of them are antiques.

They must be worth
thousands of dollars.

Alma, that's theft.

You want to commit one
crime to cover up another.

Bertram,

for someone who's
murdered dozens of people,

you can be a real
stick in the mud.

Morning, Dee.

What do you know
about Mrs. Yost?

I beg your pardon?

Her nephew gave me a list of
items missing from her home.

Every one of them is
in our living room.

I want an explanation.

Well...

It was your mother's
idea. She made me do it.

Darling

there's a simple explanation,

if you'll just calm
down for a moment.

I'm calm. Let's hear it.

Do you remember when the
Garden Club ladies came over?

I felt that our home could use
a little bit of sprucing up.

And since Mrs. Yost
was away on a trip

and we were looking
after her dog,

I thought that she wouldn't mind
if we borrowed a few trinkets.

See?

No big deal.

The police think whoever
stole from Mrs. Yost

may have killed her.

Well, then they're not
very good at their jobs.

Shall I make pancakes?

Wait.

If you only borrowed the
trinkets for a party,

why didn't you return
them afterwards?

She's got you there.

- So help me God...
- It doesn't matter.

Because as soon as
her nephew leaves,

I'm putting everything back.

And I don't want any
guff from you two.

Well...

I'll go to the bank, shall I?

Start emptying our
savings account.

Wait.

Perhaps if we just
kidnap Isabel.

Horrible.

It's a surprise.
I can't tell you.

Surprise? It's not my birthday.

What is this?

- I bought you a new dress.
- Oh.

Where did you get
the money for this?

Never mind. Just hurry.

Carlo Castillo is
gonna be here soon.

Carlo?

He never asks for
anyone but Gloria.

Gloria got fired.

Last time Carlo was here
his watch went missing.

Why would she steal his watch?

I heard he was starting
to get sweet on her.

I swiped his watch.

Then I pawned it to
pay for this dress.

Isabel.

What could
you be thinking?

Carlo ain't just
rich, he's lonely.

He likes his whores, but what
he really wants is a lady.

You know how to class it up.

I bet he'll get sweet
on you in no time.

Buy you gifts.

Give you big tips.

- He might even take you away from all this.
- Oh.

Well?

What do you think?

That should do the trick.

You take such good care of me.

Always and forever, kid.

Always and forever.

Excuse me, sir.

Do you live in this building?

I'm the landlord.

What do you want?

Some information.

About a previous tenant...
Scooter Polarsky.

The pretty-boy actor?

That's him.

Would you happen to know

who was paying for his rent
while he was staying here?

I'd like to help you, lady.

But that's confidential.

Dee?

Irving, hi.

Didn't I see you drive
away a few minutes ago?

I forgot my wallet.

What's going on?

Oh, I was just

looking for Rocco.

Yeah. He keeps getting out.

Thanks again for
taking care of him.

No problem.

I just hope your aunt turns up.

He loves her so much.

Do you have any idea where
she was going when she left?

The cops seem to have
run into a dead end.

Didn't she go to see her sister?

No. My aunt only had one sister,

and Mom died two years ago.

Mrs. Yost's sister is dead?

Yeah. Why did you
think she wasn't?

I don't know.

So the police may
stop by tomorrow.

If you think of anything...

I'll make sure to tell them.

Hello?

Good. I'm glad I caught you.

Loomis, you got the money?

No, but I know what you got.

- And what's that?
- One of my photos.

It shows somebody in that
house the night of the murder.

Someone who's not Rita.

Till you know who it is,
you don't know nothing.

I want my cash.

I can go to Rita,
explain what you want.

But when she finds out you're
letting her rot in jail

- when you could prove she's innocent...
- Yeah,

it's gonna to hurt. But not any
more than the way she hurt me.

This is a lousy way to let
her know how you feel, Isabel.

You don't know.

The way she treated me,
after all I did for her.

What you're doing, it is not
right, and it's not justice.

So I am begging you.

If you ever truly loved Rita,

do right by her.

Okay.

I'll give you the photo.

Show it to the D.A. or whoever
can get her out of jail.

Thank you.

I can come over there right now.

No. I still need it.

Certain people got to
pay for what they did.

Come to my hotel, 10:00 p.m.

Rona, we're gonna need

some more of these
gauze bandages.

No, it's me.

Is now a bad time?

Not really.

Come in.

I, uh...

I've been doing some
thinking, and...

I see now that I've made
a total mess of our lives.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

So...

Have you been to the bank yet?

Yes, I emptied our accounts.

And I borrowed the rest
off an old school chum.

Mr. Gray is on line one for you.

Speak of the devil.

I'll take it in here.

Thank you, Rona.

Excuse me.

Georgie.

Hello, old boy.

Yes, yes, I got the check.

Yes, I'm a fool

to have gotten in such a jam.

It won't happen again.

Yes, I promise.

Georgie.

Thank you.

Bye-bye.

What did you say
the money was for?

Gambling debts.

Loan sharks threatening
to break my legs.

I couldn't think how else
to explain the urgency.

- That must have been humiliating.
- Yes.

Just a bit.

Alma...

I want you to know,

it means a great deal that
you came here and apologized.

I saw you yesterday, looking
at our wedding album.

Wondering where the woman
you married had gone.

I want you to know
that she's still here.

She still loves you.

Deeply.

That's good to know.

Now, if we can just get
over this one last hurdle.

We will.

I'm not worried.

- Well, I should go.
- Yes.

- Mwah.
- Bye.

Goodbye.

Calm down a
second. I can explain!

Why
should I believe you?

Every word out of
your mouth is a lie.

- You never cared for me. Admit it!

Hey, you almost hit me.

Just admit
it! Rita asked you

to seduce me just
to get that photo.

You're right.

That was the plan.

Rita asked me to
pretend I liked you.

But after a while,

I didn't have to pretend,
because you're amazing.

And I really began
to care for you.

Look at the actor,
telling his pretty lies.

Yes.

In the beginning, I
was playing a part.

But then I-I started to see that
you're everything Rita isn't.

You're warm a-and
kind and loving.

Rita could be

really mean.

That's because she's evil.

Well, that's a
little bit strong.

No.

She is.

She corrupted you.

She used you to
help her kill Papa.

You think?

That's why she asked
you to seduce me.

To keep me distracted
while she poisoned him.

Are you sure?

Didn't she hate my papa?

I guess you could say that.

No.

You will say that, in court.

In court?

You will testify against Rita.

I don't know...

This is how you will
prove your love to me.

And I will take such good
care of you in return.

Oh, like that?

All right,
take your clothes off.

Hey, Cousin.

Look at you.

Isabel.

Oh, how I've missed you.

I'm so sorry it took so
long for me to send for you.

Who cares?

I'm here now.

Look at this place.

I'm finally gonna
be living in style.

: Yes. Well...

Let's sit over here.

Everything okay?

You seem anxious.

Well...

Living with Carlo is tricky.

He can be moody

and he drinks. A lot.

Well, Izzy is here
now to protect you,

like when we were little.

Except now, I don't think
we'll have to share a room.

: No.

Is that a gift for me?

Um...

Yes, but I need to explain it.

- Since when you got to explain a gift?
- It's just, Carlo

set certain conditions
for you to stay here.

What conditions?

You expect me to be your maid?

It's not what I want.

It was the only way
to get Carlo to agree,

and I need you here.

As a maid.

As a friend.

Carlo's old.

He won't live more than
another year or two,

and when he dies, we'll be rich.

I'll finally be able
to take care of you.

Oh, please say yes.

Please.

Once he's gone, we'll be free.

Okay?

Please.

- What's he doing here?
- You didn't think I'd come here

without my husband
to protect me?

Why do you need
protection from me?

I'm not dangerous.

Yes, and neither is my wife.

Here's your money.

Give us the photograph
and negative.

Not till I count it.

Come in.

It's a horrible
thing you're doing.

That's all the money
we have in the world.

I don't feel sorry for you.

My cousin's in jail 'cause
of what you two did.

Rita is your cousin?

Don't believe me?

Look for yourself.

Looks like it's all here.

Yes, of course it is. Just
give us what we came for.

About that, no can do.

- What?
- I don't mean to be difficult.

But if Rita does go to trial, I
got to be able to protect her.

The negative is ours.

We've just paid for it.

What can I say? Life ain't fair.

So true.

Aah!

- Alma!
- That hurt!

What have you done?

You heard her.

She was gonna turn us
in to protect Rita.

What was that? I
can't breathe...

Don't worry, I'm a doctor.

You're a vet.

What did you give her?

The same thing you gave Carlo.

I-I can never pronounce it.

That's why you came to
my office, isn't it?

Not to apologize but
to steal the drug.

You're gonna burn
in hell for this!

Alma, you lied to me.

You don't care about
our marriage at all.

Killing is stressful enough

without quarreling in
front of the victim.

You killed her.

To save us.

She died

in fear.

And pain.

No sedative.

No tenderness.

She was blackmailing us.

Go to the car. I want
to be alone with her.

Why?

To say goodbye properly.

- Bertram...
- Go to the car!

I don't understand.

I know you don't.

You never have.

- I'm sorry.

Did you find the negative?

Yes. Just drive.

Miss Duarte?

Miss Duarte?

Thank you for coming in
so early, Mr. Greeley.

As I said on the phone,

I have something very
important to discuss with you.

And, uh, I have
something to tell you.

Let me begin.

Isabel is my family.

I will not sacrifice
her to save myself.

Hold on, Rita...

My decision is
final, Mr. Greeley.

You'll have to think of another
way to get me out of here.

Shouldn't be too difficult.

After all, I am innocent.

Isabel killed
herself last night.

What?

And she left a note.

A confession, really.

She says she killed
your husband.

All right, Rocco. Hold on.

What's wrong, boy?

You bury a bone or something?

I'll help you.

Good. I got it.

Okay. I'm going
as fast as I can.

Oh!

Vern, it's me.

Listen, are you busy today?

'Cause, uh...

I want to get married.

I'm serious.

I want to elope.

I can't really explain it.

I just need to get
out of this house.

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