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(dramatic music)

- Charles.

- What is it, Darla?

- I think I heard something outside.

- I'm asleep.

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- [Darla] What are you doing, Charles?

- I'm going to see who's out there.

- Be careful.

- Don't have to.

I got this.

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Get out of there, lady.

Come on up here where I can see you.

Let's have a chat, why don't you?

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Okay, now, you mind telling me who you're

digging this grave for?

- Why you, honey.

(upbeat music)

♫ I got my eye on you ♫

♫ And a motive too ♫

♫ Fooling around ♫

♫ Getting bright on the shoes ♫

(upbeat music)

♫ I've set my sights on you ♫

♫ Falling out of by two ♫

♫ So don't look around ♫

♫ I've got nothing to lose ♫

(upbeat music)

(gunshot)

- Whenever you find a rich man,

you are bound to find a gold digger

waiting to take him for everything he's got.

Well tonight, somewhere in these Hollywood hills,

this gold digger really was using a shovel.

It's been said the taste of evil smells like honeysuckle.

I wouldn't argue with that.

But tonight, there is a distinct smell in the air

and it smells like murder.

(engine starting)

- Yeah so just do what I tell you to do.

That's the right price.

- [Voiceover] Mr. McKendrick, your wife is here to see you.

- Tell her I'll be right with her.

I've got to go, my wife is here.

- Good afternoon, Mrs. McKendrick.

Looking stunning as always, I see.

- So kind.

Hope Charles isn't giving you too much of a workout.

Too many late nights, so to speak.

- No, ma'am.

I'll see you again soon.

- I don't like that woman.

But I'm sure Lily is good at taking dictation.

- What can I do for you, Darla?

- I just thought you might want to grab lunch

before you head out on your trip.

- I wish I could but I'm just so damn busy today.

Rain check?

- Sure, rain check.

- [Charles] What's wrong?

- It's my neck, it's killing me.

Must be stress.

(laughing)

- And what stress could you possibly have?

- Have a lovely trip, Charles.

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- Love, you.

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- Buenos dias, senora McKendrick.

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How are you today?

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(doorbell ringing)

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- Hello.

I'm Beth.

- Darla McKendrick.

- I'm sorry.

- That's okay.

Can I help you with that?

- No, it's okay, I got it.

So where would you like me to set up?

- Why don't you just follow me upstairs?

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- How do you like your pressure?

- Hard, I always like it hard.

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My neck and back have been killing me all week.

I'm in knots.

- Stress?

- You could say that.

Whatever you're doing, don't stop.

(laughing)

- Oh.

What kind of stress are we talking about?

Seems like you've got it made here,

if you don't mind me saying.

- [Darla] I don't, just the usual stress.

- [Beth] The usual is trying to keep the lights on.

Doesn't really seem like that's a problem for you.

- No you're right.

My husband is very rich.

Not that I'll ever see a dime of it.

- But you love him.

- I thought I did.

Now I don't know.

He says he's off on a business trip.

For all I know, he's having his last tenure

in Pomona, screwing his secretary.

Did anyone give you permission to stop, Beth?

- Sorry.

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- No need for the modesty towel.

I've lost two things in the last few years.

One of them is my self-respect,

the other is my modesty.

- Well it seems like you still find the time to work out.

(laughing)

You're not like a lot of these other women I visit.

- [Darla] I know.

I see them at all the charity functions,

fundraisers all the time.

They start out as trophy wives and end up just like cows.

But instead of grazing on grass, they munch of faux gras.

- [Beth] Forgive me for being presumptuous

but you don't sound like you're very happy.

- [Darla] I'm not, Beth.

I'm not happy at all.

But how can I leave him?

Give up my career, my ambitions for him.

I would have nothing and be totally alone.

Bet you didn't think this would turn into a therapy session.

(laughing)

How about you, have you got yourself a fella?

- I wouldn't call him that, exactly.

- FWB then?

- FWB?

- Friends with benefits.

- Yeah, sort of that.

Howard's harmless.

Not too bad to wile away the time with,

if you know what I mean.

But he's not what I really want.

- [Darla] What do you really want?

- I want you, to turn over.

(laughing)

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- Like I said, modesty isn't one of my few virtues.

(laughing)

Oh that's nice.

I could feel that all the way in my head.

Think you just cleared my sinuses.

- Good.

That's what's supposed to happen,

if a masseuse knows what they're doing.

(laughing)

- [Darla] Well, honey, you definitely know

what you're doing.

(laughing)

Most don't.

- It's a question of trust.

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Do you trust me?

- Yes.

- Okay because I don't usually do this

but you seem like you could really use it.

- What, foot reflexology?

(laughing)

- Not exactly.

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(laughing)

Love your stomach.

Just for the record, your chest isn't that bad either.

(laughing)

- You don't think you're done, do you?

- Yeah, kind of.

Why, what did you have in mind, Mrs. McKenndrick?

- I think it's time you called me Darla.

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- [Beth] I can't tell you how much this last week

has meant to me, Darla.

I never thought I could feel this way about anyone.

I really do care for you.

- I care for you.

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- It's too bad it all has to end tomorrow.

- [Darla] What in the world are you talking about?

- Isn't your husband coming home?

- [Darla] I know but--

- But what?

I don't think he would be too happy

to find out that his wife was having

an affair with her masseuse.

Her female masseuse.

- Actually he might not mind that part.

But that's besides the point.

I can't even bear the thought of him touching me.

Not anymore.

- [Beth] Then divorce him.

Divorce him and we can be together.

- Are you crazy?

What am I supposed to do?

If I divorce him, I get nothing.

I would be penniless.

I told you, even if something happens,

he gets hit by a bus, struck by lightning,

there's provisions in the will that I won't

see a penny, it all goes to his daughter

from his first marriage, he hates me.

- At least we would be together.

- So what?

Once Cinderella's carriage turns into a pumpkin,

it's still a pumpkin.

Without Prince Charming, she's just a loser step-sister.

She's nothing.

(sighing)

You know I care about you, but I can't pass this all up.

I doubt you could either.

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- [Beth] Maybe we don't have to.

- [Darla] What are you talking about?

- I'm just saying, maybe we don't have to.

- [Darla] I don't think I like where you're

going with this, Beth.

I told you, even if--

- All I'm saying is what if something happened

to your husband?

- [Darla] Something?

- Something like murder.

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- [Howard] Get up.

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- Are you sure he can be trusted?

If not, it's life or worse for all of us.

He'll light us up like a Christmas tree.

We can't take any risks now.

- Yeah, I can trust him.

What the hell are you doing, Howard?

- Just introducing myself to the little lady.

- Stop fucking around.

He's a lummox, stupid as the day is long.

But he loves me, and he's got it where it counts.

- Where's that, Beth?

Well then, we better get this over with.

- Sorry about this, love.

- Wait a second.

- What?

You're not having second thoughts, are you?

- Hardly.

Fuck me, Howard.

- What?

- I just want to touch you right now,

I just want to put my hands all over you.

- Don't talk like that.

You're making me wet.

I thought it would be more convincing if

it looks like I was raped.

Plus, I want to make sure, really sure,

it's over between you two, like you said.

- This waiting I can't stand.

I just want us to be together.

- We will.

Just a few more days.

- [Beth] You are one crazy chick, I'll give you that.

I didn't know you had it in you, babe.

- The hell with that.

I'm not fucking you.

We just met.

- Oh it's over between us

Go on, show her, Howard.

- Show her what?

Oh my God, you're both crazy.

I'm not having sex with her.

- Shut up and fuck her, for Christ's sake.

It's the one thing you do well.

- Just make sure that--

- Howard.

- Just make sure that Howard can be trusted

to do everything we ask him to.

- And hurry up, the maid will be here in a few hours.

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- The perfect murder is only perfect until it isn't.

- Okay so I'll see you tomorrow.

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- I love you.

- Love you too.

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- Fuck me.

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- Your dirty little body.

Yeah.

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Oh yeah, you like it rough, don't you?

You fucking horny sheila, yeah.

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- Now hit her, and make it convincing.

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- [Darla] Harder.

(laughing)

- Good boy.

Hey, now we tie her up.

(gasping)

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- [Man] And that's when they took your husband

and left you tied up in the bedroom?

- Yes.

It was so horrible.

They beat him viciously.

I could hear his screams as they carried him away.

- I'm sorry, Mrs. McKendrick.

I know this is very difficult for you.

But I just have one more question.

- Yes, of course.

Anything to help you find him.

- Why were the security cameras turned off that night?

- Why were the--

- [Man] Security cameras.

This is a big estate.

I see you have a very elaborate security system

and yet it was turned off.

(laughing)

- It's embarrassing.

- [Man] Well this won't go any further than this room,

I promise.

- Well my husband, he can get a little kinky sometimes.

He's paranoid about a tape of us getting out,

with YouTube and everything.

So he shuts the cameras off.

- Well that's very understandable.

(sighing)

- Can I have some tea, please?

- [Man] Of course.

Detective Conte, would you please get Mrs. McKendrick

some tea?

- What is it?

- It's a ransom note.

- Oh thank God.

That means Charles is still alive.

What do they want?

- [Man] 10 million.

I hate to ask, but do you have access

to that kind of money, Mrs. McKendrick?

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Move in, I repeat all units move in.

You're surrounded!

Come out with your hands up.

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Where's the money?

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The bitch played us.

You better run fast, sweetheart.

Because no matter how far you go,

you're not going to hide from me.

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- [Beth] Darla.

- [Darla] Beth.

- [Beth] You got the money?

- [Darla] Of course I do, where's Howard?

- [Beth] Around.

- Why don't you come out here so I can see you better?

- [Beth] You can see me just fine.

Where's the cash, lover?

- Around.

(laughing)

- [Beth] Sounds like we don't trust each other

too much anymore, why is that?

- I could think of 10 million reasons.

- [Beth] Darla.

- [Darla] So what do we do now?

- We get the money and go.

- That simple?

- [Beth] It can be.

- Somehow I don't think so.

- Okay then.

Let's try this again.

(laughing)

- So you're going to make this hard?

- You said that's the way you like it.

- I did, didn't I?

- One more time, Darla.

Where's the money?

Last chance, baby.

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(gunshot)

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- [Howard] Don't worry, Darla.

I'm not going to hurt you.

- Howard?

- Yeah, it's me.

That bitch was two-timing me, with your husband.

- How do you know?

- She told me that's where she got this whole idea.

Said that he was filthy rich and you were an easy mark.

Yeah, thought I was stupid.

I wonder how stupid she thinks I am now?

Oh come on out, Darla, I'm not going to hurt you.

Really, I'm not.

10 million is a lot of cash.

I'll be happy with a taste.

- Okay, Howard.

That's fair.

You got yourself a taste.

Is the gun really necessary?

- Oh.

Happy?

- Brilliant.

- What?

- Never mind.

- So where's the money?

- [Darla] Close.

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- Where's the money, Darla?

- It was here, I left it here.

You found it.

- No I didn't, why would I still be here

if I had the money?

- [Darla] What are you two trying to pull?

I believed you, Howard.

- I'm telling you the truth, I swear.

- [Darla] 10 million doesn't just get up

and walk away, without some help.

You're lying to me.

- No, look I swear, I don't have the money.

(gunshot)

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- [Darla] Where is it, Howard?

- I don't know.

- [Darla] It's not too late.

Could still call an ambulance.

- I told you, I don't know.

I don't know where it is.

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You don't believe me?

- That's the problem, Howard, I do.

(gunshot)

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(gunshot)

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(engine starting)

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- Poor Darla.

She thought she planned the perfect murder.

But greed makes suckers of all of us.

There is no easy way to make money in this economy.

Unless of course you're Elena Machado,

a hard-working cleaning woman who just

got a very, very big severance package.

I guess it's safe to say she won't be

coming to work on Monday.

(laughing)

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(singing in Spanish)

- [Voiceover] Kill, Lou-Boo, kill, good fish.