Original subtitles

Hurricane LUCY ripped across Puerto Rico last October 12th,

causing even greater devastation than Hurricane GEORGE 2 years ago.

This time the damage was considerable.

This time the damage was estimated at 1.8 billion dollars.

This time the...

This time the damage...

This time the damage was estimated...

Ah, Jesus!

Chantal?

Chantal?

Chantal?

Shouldn't you get that?

Hello? - Henry? Victor Benezet here.

How are you? - Quite well, under the circumstances.

That's good. Henry, I'm sorry to call you like this, but I need you to come in.

It's the Charity Ball tonight. - It's just a few questions, Henry.

I know you were distressed yesterday, but we do need a proper report.

I'm giving the toast tonight. - And I'm looking forward to it, old boy.

Can we do it tomorrow? It's a fundraiser. - Only 10 minutes. See you at the station.

But...

Ah.

Arias? - Yes?

Hey, how are you doing?

Tell me your speech will be short. Dinner will be served after it only.

Well, if you're hungry, write a check because I can go on all night.

Don't bait Henry. He'll starve us. He loves being the center of attention.

Hey. Excuse us, will you? - Yes, go ahead, don't worry.

Shit!

Get out of the way.

I have a position for a good handyman. In case you ever tire

of these long policeman's hours.

Ah, nothing works around here.

I do appreciate your coming in on such short notice, Henry.

You look marvellous. Just Grand.

You get younger every day. - Thank you, Victor.

You met Detective Owens. - Yesterday at the house, yes.

Happy San Sebastian to you. Same to you, Mr. Hearst.

I'll burn us some coffee.

Nonfat milk if you have it...

I don't think he heard me, actually. He reminds me a lot of you.

Only listens when it suits him. - Oh! That's unfair, Henry.

Not only am I a good listener, but I keep it all in here.

Perhaps under the circumstances, I should be calling you "Captain".

Oh no, no need for that formality. Sorry, I know you're due across the street.

I just need to clarify some of the details from your report.

Your Superintendent is one of the Charity's biggest supporters.

I know! So if you'll help us put an end to some of these nagging questions, why,

we'll have you on your way. - I thought you'd be at the party already.

You do know how to have fun, don't you? - Ah, tuxedo's all ready to go.

I must say, Henry, you seem in high spirits,

what with all this on your doorstep. - How should I behave?

How's Chantal? - Waiting.

A noble quality in that young woman.

Something mine didn't seem to want to do.

I was sad to hear that. We always thought you made a charming couple.

Charming perhaps, but dull apparently.

You see the children much? - Both of my daughters are living

with their mother, back in New York City. - It must be hard

during the holidays and all.

We should get on with it, Henry.

No milk? - I'm sorry.

No thanks. - Well, you're into charity.

Why not fundraising a cappuccino machine? So all the low-lifes come through here

can enjoy a solid cup of coffee. - I was just going to ask Mr. Hearst

about the dog. - Oh yeah, right. The mystery dog.

Actually we should name it "ghost dog". - Could we start again?

I come in here like you ask, and Mr. Congeniality here

is taking a hostile manner with me.

It's this case, Henry. It has everyone on edge.

But it's just this...

business is strange going by what's in the record.

But, let's see. Here, January 6th,

yesterday afternoon. You say you were out

jogging with a dog? - Yes. Man's best friend.

Ah. Belonging to a neighbour of yours named Ricardi? Did you ever own one?

When I was a boy, family had Great Danes.

But, you don't own one now? - Chantal prefers cats.

So do you, do you have a cat?

Too unsanitary. Chantal would want a cat but only if it could be sanitized.

What do you mean? Cats are always lickin' themselves. I dumped a girlfriend

once because of her damn cat! That thing had me up all night slurpin' away.

A dog is a lot more sanitary, but at least when they're sleeping, they sleep.

Thank you for that, Detective. - Anyway, the messiest is the canary.

She refused that, too.

But for once I stuck to my guns, I can be quite firm if I need to be.

What was his name again? - Tango.

Tango. Do you write that just like Tango?

How else would you write it, like Waltz or Fox Trot?

When you were questioned,

you said, I discovered the girl.

What we're not clear about here is what the dog was doing.

So? - Logically you could expect

that the dog would've found the girl. - Well, I suppose it did.

But you say, you say you found her.

Well, me, the dog. We were together. We found the body.

What difference does it make, I called the police.

Unless perhaps you think that the dog called and disguised its voice.

Mr. Hearst, two young girls have been found strangled

within the past 16 days.

It is my job to find the murderer.

You were a principle witness at the crime scene and I have to make sure

that the facts of your statements agree with the other facts of the case.

Mr. Hearst appears less distressed today. - I'm a guest here. I'll be treated

with respect, Sergeant Oapy. - Owens. That's Detective Owens.

Please, please, please? - O-W-E...

Let's all, let's all relax.

Everyone has somewhere else they'd like to be.

Now, Henry, if you don't mind, please!

Tell us one more time how you came upon the girl.

I jogged up the Ricardi's like I always do. I grabbed the dog.

Better run him a little faster, Henry! He's getting a belly as round as yours!

Fuckin' old greezer! Come on, boy, let's go!

The dog... He was definitely with you?

What dialect do you need this in? Yes, the dog was with me.

The dog was with me! Got it?

You're saying, Tango. He was there. - Oh, good, you're catching on.

Tango's all right. Keeps me company on my runs.

We take the path by my house like always.

Suddenly Tango wasn't there. Tango, come on, boy! Hey!

I called to him, but, he wouldn't come. I could hear him,

he as growling, barking, acting peculiar.

That's when I turned back. I kept calling him. Tango!

Tango, come on boy. The dog wouldn't come...

You couldn't see the girl at this point? - Obviously not from the path.

But I could see Tango in there, moving around.

So you ventured off into the grove?

That's when I saw her.

At first thought she was asleep.

She was almost... I wanna say...

angelic...

the way she just lay there. Her eyes...

they were dark brown.

They were still open. - Sue Ellen Huddy.

She was 3 days shy of her 13th birthday. How did you discern she was dead?

I touched her. I mean I put my head...

on her chest.

There was no heartbeat...

And that was that. - The dog found the body?

That's correct. - Mr. Ricardi states firmly

that you did not run the dog yesterday. He admits that on most days you do,

but not yesterday. - Well, he just doesn't remember right.

That may be, but in that case, your neighbor Ms. Lazo doesn't remember either.

And Mr. Irwin also suffers memory loss, you are the only one

who remembers correctly, who am I to believe?

Them, naturally. - Come on, you're taking this personally!

I'm just trying to find the truth. - You know, you enjoy hounding me.

How is that, Henry? - You forget, I know all your tricks.

A murder by some thug, that's average. But a pillar of the legal community,

it's more than just a witness, ah, then it's banner headlines, television.

I'm helping your push to become our next Police Superintendent, right? Confess.

See... I got ya.

Let's say you're right. Everything you say.

I bagged a prominent attorney. Hang his pelt on the trophy wall

of my new luxurious offices.

What about your neighbors, then? Are they all out to get you, too?

How would I know? - Why would they be?

Maybe because I'm very rich. Because I have a big house

and a glamorous wife. I have these things

Maybe I don't deserve them. My looks are entirely ordinary and I'm no genius.

Mediocre people tolerate success that come to someone exceptional

like a movie star or an athlete. But when it comes to one of their own,

ah, then it strikes them as being an injustice.

Wouldn't you agree?

I think we're getting little far a field.

Interesting thing is, there were no dog prints found at the murder scene.

And we know that without the dog, you never would've seen the body.

In other words, your ghost dog story reeks!

There were dead leaves everywhere. How do you make dog prints in dead leaves?

I don't know. Tell me. You're a tax attorney,

good at making up fantasies. That's what they pay you for, right?

The dog was there! Geez.

Hold it. Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Yesterday, damn!

They're all correct about Tango.

I didn't pick him up at Ricardi's, I met him out on the path.

Geez, you really had me goin' there for a second.

Good, he's good.

He gets out sometimes, and he runs around the gardens.

Half the time Ricardi doesn't even know he's missing until I bring him back.

But I remember now that I called him.

Come on. Come on, boy. Come on.

He just went off with you. - Yeah, Tango's my buddy.

Aren't ya, boy? Go on, run! - Perhaps you can understand, Henry,

how our ears prick up every time your story changes.

Yes, and I certainly hope this one works, because I'm banking on this lame dog story

to get me off the hook. - Crap!

Owens! You're outta line!

Good boy. Speaking of dogs, you keep yours on a leash,

you don't need a lawsuit. Listen to me, this is getting ridiculous, Victor.

You told me 10 minutes! Now look at this! - I'm afraid it's gonna take longer.

Civic duty and being a good citizen is just a myth! I don't remember...

You don't seem to remember very much. - Who said the police insures public safety

everywhere except inside a police station? - You called before anyone knew

Sue Ellen was missing. - Well does that make me the murderer?

It says right here, "I ran home and called the police." My God, Henry!

There must've been phones closer! - I wasn't thinking, I just ran home.

Yes, thinking, "I better wash up first." - I don't like your tone!

And frankly, I'm beginning to find yours more and more interesting.

What are you recording? - Do you see why you're still here?

Maybe you should call a lawyer down here. - I am a fuckin' lawyer!

This is January 7th, 8:06 p.m., San Juan Police Headquarters,

I'm Captain Benezet. In my office with me: Detective Owens and Mr. Henry Hearst.

Do we have your permission to tape this interview, Henry?

Why not? I have nothing to hide. - Thank you. Now then, your name, age,

profession and marital status. - Oh, come on.

Name, age, profession and marital status, Henry, please.

You just said my name. Oh, fine, whatever.

Henry Buchanan Hearst. I'm 57. - Your house on the Old San Juan Hill

is called ILARO and you're an attorney? - Yes.

Senior partner with Hearst, Dean & Dumet. - You ever surf the Net, you know,

check out the chat rooms and the websites? - I don't know about chat rooms, but sure.

What does this have to do with anything? - Any other hobbies?

Computers are not my hobby, photography is. I have my own dark room.

I enjoy chronicling the island's history. - And you're married.

Yes. 10 years now. - And no children.

Yes. And no children.

Why not? - Chantal can't have children.

Oh, she can't or she won't? - She has a fertility problem. So, what?

You ever hear of adopting? You walk somebody else's dog.

Oh, that's true tact. That's very elegant.

Do you think that's elegant?

This is what I think: I remembered...

that you couldn't afford law school. I remember you waiting on tables.

We'd swagger in, drunk, trotting along some hot looking doll,

spending money you know we didn't earn.

I think the matter at hand is payback, that's what I think!

When Detective Owens arrived at your house at 6:54 p.m. Yesterday,

he noted you were not wearing jogging clothes.

I showered. - Before you called?

No, of course not! I called as soon as I came home.

911, what is your emergency? - I wanna report...

a dead body.

The officers also noted that your wife had not yet been told about the girl.

She was in the bedroom.

It says here you called from the bedroom. You had to lie down,

you were distraught. - We'd had an argument.

When you got home? - No, earlier.

Stop it, please. It's not your business! - Oh, dammit, Henry!

Chantal was in the bedroom, she was not. The dog was with you, the dog was not.

Tell me one thing that adds up so we can all go and have a good time!

It's pity, that you've never been to our home, then you'd understand.

But I was. I was there.

Downstairs there's that... - Upstairs it gets instructive.

There's nothing real special about it. - Mr. Hearst didn't say special.

He said instructive. - Thank you.

Well, let's see, upstairs. There's a long hallway, right?

Sixty feet. - Possibly.

Definitely. - I count 5 rooms up here.

The extra bedrooms were for the children, which were never used.

The guest bedroom was redecorated, for my wife.

Our old room is now mine.

And in-between...

A hallway.

Sixty feet long.

You have separate bedrooms.

My lovely Chantal's affliction is the green-eyed monster.

They say that jealousy is all the fun you think somebody else is having.

Chantal can be unbearable, I promise you.

She has reason to be?

Regardless of what you think of me, I do love my wife, Victor.

I've always loved her.

The only thing I ever wanted was to be happy with Chantal, and have children.

But the pitter-patter of little feet was not to be.

Imagine her with her clothes on. - Certainly would like to.

It certainly pays to advertise. - Ben! Thomas, I've caught you in the act.

Married men should be more subtile. - Where's Henry?

He'll be right along. Had a business matter to tidy up.

Thought I saw him walking into the police station as we drove up to the valet.

He'll be right along.

What do we discuss now? We've pretty much exhausted canaries, dogs.

Let's talk about the first murder, if you don't mind. Down in La Perla.

Happened not too long ago, just over 2 weeks.

A little girl's body was found, Paulina Valera. 12 years old.

Calm down. - Poor island girl.

Mother was a street hooker, living in a motel not too far away.

We think it started somewhere on the street. Paulina was lured or she ran.

Either way, the killer left her body in the dump.

Yeah?

Tell him I'll be right out.

When I get back, I want you to tell me what you were doing in La Perla

the night Paulina Valera was killed.

Superintendent? - I'm waiting to introduce

good citizen Henry Hearst.

In, let's see, 29 minutes.

An I'm told he's still in there?

That's right. - Do you realize how important

this fundraising event is? Yes, we have 2 dead girls.

But we also have countless children whose homes were blown away in a hurricane.

We haven open sewers. We have a cholera epidemic.

Sir, I realize that... - You obviously do not!

How will the sponsors react if Henry is accused?

I imagine, extremely grateful that their children are safe.

Just have him across the street by 9 o'clock, ok?

What time you got? - Time to go.

Your pulse is racing, Henry. - I'm due to give my speech!

I know. 2 patrol officers wrote down the license plate number of your Range Rover,

which was parked in the vicinity of the crime scene. Your expensive vehicle

attracted attention. Officers thought it might be stolen, called it in.

That puts you in the area, Henry.

Any time you're ready. I'm just hoping this is as good as "ghost dog".

You know where you were 3 weeks ago? - Well I was right here serving coffee

to standup citizens like yourself.

I was at my sister-in-law's. I had knocked back a few at the club.

Then I had the sudden inspiration to drop off some Christmas gifts for the kids.

Name and address, Henry. - I don't know the exact address,

but I know where it is. It's Maria and Paco Rodriguez.

They should be in the book.

Chantal's older sister.

Ho, ho, ho! Ho, ho, ho!

Hi. Great kids.

How are you? - Fine.

Maria's done a fabulous job with them, she...

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

Why didn't Chantal go with you? It's her sister.

It's complicated.

Paco. Merry Christmas.

Henry, I need to know more about this.

No, you don't.

I talked to her. She gave up a little bit of dirt.

It was the first time that either Henry or Chantal had stopped by in a long time.

She didn't sound too friendly. Why'd you pick that night to thaw the ice?

It has nothing to do with anything. - Where'd you go next?

Went home. - Police reported your car at 2:18 a.m.

You see, Henry, this is what we here at the police, we call:

A Window of Opportunity.

I was driving drunk. I was just driving terrible.

Feliz Navidad! Cabron!

I most definitely needed to walk off the liquor.

La Perla is not a good idea for a man wearing Armani.

It was a beautiful night.

The place doesn't scare me. - Well, it should.

So... Where did you go?

I found a bench.

I sat down.

Found a bench. Sat down and fell asleep.

I fell asleep. Sat down and fell asleep.

Found a bench. Woke up, I don't know when.

Felt better. I went home.

What's gonna stop me from shovin' my fist down his throat?

The police would rather I drove drunk? - All right, Henry.

Let's revisit this bench later.

First I want you to answer, why Chantal didn't accompany you that night.

It's between the sisters. - Paco Rodriquez is a hot local artist.

Busted him once smokin' grass. - Who doesn't on this island?

You smoke a little grass, Henry? - Do you? God knows it would certainly help

with your sunny disposition! - I'm thinkin' you don't fancy

Chantal hangin' out with a handsome, successful, younger man. Do ya?

Is this necessary? - How old was Chantal when you married?

20, right? - You're 67, right?

I'm 57! Goddamnit, 57! - Ok!

This is a fucking outrage! You know that! You have no right

to pry into my private affairs with these soap opera insinuations!

Look at you! You're doin' a bang-up job policing the island. Drugs everywhere!

Crime is rampant! Superintendent, my butt! You'll be lucky you still have a job!

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry. I... This is really...

rather unbearable for me.

I don't suppose that Detective Owens can get me a cold drink?

If you would. Detective. - My pleasure.

All right, Henry. What's going on here?

Do you have anything a little stronger stashed away around here?

Ok, Victor. What's it gonna take to get me out of here? We both know

that I can march in an army of attorneys. - I'm intrigued they're not here already.

Cause you're hiding something. Something you don't want to get outside this room.

Ok. Now it's just you and me.

Tell me about Chantal.

You tell me about Kate, and Consuelo! If having a difficult marriage

makes me a murder. You'd be Son of Sam.

Hm. Touché.

Kate and I... married too young.

She grew to want somebody better.

A man with a real job. Money to buy things.

She came to know that other men were only too happy to buy for her.

And Consuelo? Consuelo just hates me being a cop.

You stuck with your guns. You can't tell me

being a cop isn't exciting. And you obviously enjoy harassing people.

Folks are not running up to me at cocktail soirees saying, "Gee, a Tax Attorney! Wow!

What a cool job! Wish I could do that!"

I wouldn't mind what you got, Henry.

It used to be enough.

Chantal's green monster extends to her sister's marriage.

You see, Maria married for other more tried and true reasons.

Despite her mother's objections. - Married a man closest to her own age?

A man of modest means? Dashing young artist?

Beautiful women. They are a breed unto themselves. Wouldn't you agree?

A beautiful woman moves through life unchallenged. Men giving them everything

that they want. First their daddys, then their boyfriends, then husbands.

I'll drink to that. - For some women,

beauty is their only talent. But there's always somebody more beautiful.

Somebody younger. Chantal's mother taught her that.

Why are you doing this to me, Victor? I certainly hope you've gotten

your petty thrill pulling back the curtain. But there's nothing more to see!

I'll tell you what I see, Henry.

I see the bodies of 2 young girls. Murdered. The man who did that

is going to answer to me. - You make me sick, Victor!

Why do you keep saying, "The man who did it. The one responsible. The killer?"

Why don't you put a name to this phantom, Henry Hearst, Attorney at Law!

You're so convinced that I'm guilty. Construing my marriage to be dysfunctional

just makes it easier for you to sell me down the river!

I'm being convinced. But not all the way. That's why you're still here.

Why I'm still here. Because I chose to be! Because you asked me if I would "drop by"!

Because you fed me this line of crap about a couple of questions.

But now I'm leaving! I've told my story to exhaust you.

I've got a ballroom full of people waiting for me over there to give toast at exactly

12 minutes! And I've suffered enough insult and accusations for any friend to bare!

You're not going anywhere, Henry! - You wanna sick this knuckle dragger on me?

In that case be very careful because you only have so many possibilities.

Remember, I know something about the law! I'm gonna walk right out that door

unless you book me here and now! - How about I detain you on suspicion?

Are you serious?

Read him his rights. - Step inside. You have the right

to remain silent. Anything you say... - On what charge?

Taking a nap on a bench? Walking a dog without permission?

2 counts first degree murder special circumstances!

2 counts rape upon the person of Sue-Ellen Huddy and Paulina Valera.

I raped 'em as well, huh? - Lf you cannot afford an attorney,

the court will appoint one for you. Now, do you understand these rights?

Can I see you outside a minute, please.

He's 100 fuckin' percent guilty! He knows exactly where we're takin' him!

You made sure of that. Thank you. Now what if lawyers up?

He opens his wallet, in trots some hardball mouthpiece... that's it, we lose him.

We already had him! "I was sleeping on a park bench." I mean, my ass!

Why are you butter-ballin' him? Why don't you let me drop the hammer on that guy!

I have to walk across the street. You go back in there and you sit with him.

And you keep your mouth shut. Ok?

I saw Victor's eyes.

And your nostrils seem to have a new flair to them.

As in, "Your butt got chewed for blowing the pooch."

Our notorious captain would loved to have ambushed me with that tidbit,

at only the most devastating moment.

Yeah...

You ok with that? - What?

Oh, I didn't know, diet or regular.

Bet they're fast, huh? - Excuse me?

Well, the little girls. I bet they run really fast when you're chasing them.

You'll be runnin' quick too when I file my lawsuit.

You tell me to let a man whom I think, in all probability killed 2 young girls,

walk out of the station? - For 10 minutes, Victor!

Has he confessed? - Of course not.

You have proof enough to arrest him? - 'Ve caught him in a number of lies.

You'll need more than a few lies. And until you have them...

I don't want him retained officially.

Victor, don't tell me you already... - 5 minutes ago.

Well, I thought he might take off. - He has to make his toast!

Bring him here. No uniformed officer.

No restraint of any kind. See to it... Captain!

Well, this is nice. A little alone time.

You know, I like you. Can you believe it?

Two girls, strangled and raped, and yet you maintain a sense of humor about it.

Raped and strangled.

What? - You said, strangled and raped.

I wouldn't know especially but things should be put in their proper order.

Don't you agree, Detective? - Do you call to them?

What do I know? Could it be the poor kids,

they lured you off into the woods. They seduced you.

It happens. - You sound obsessed!

You like this sort of thing!

I'm just curious. I'm curious how you operate.

Now. These little girls, I bet they run like rabbits, don't they?

Come on, tell me about it.

What do you do?

You touch 'em? You touch 'em like that? What? Did that hurt?

You hurt 'em, don't ya? The little girls?

Do you kiss them? - Cut it out!

What's your name, Sweetheart? Paulina?

That's a pretty name.

Sexy, yeah. Are you here all by yourself?

Hi. - Hm, I am, too.

Your top, that's a tight little blouse you got on there. You're a hot little cutie.

I just want to put my... Where you goin', you little girl?

Henry!

Henry!

Back! Get back in the office! - Just get your hands off me!

Get off of me! Keep your hands off me!

Your...

You son of a bitch! - It's the Captain. Line three.

He, what? Never mind, Owens. Never mind! Just bring him here.

Bring him here now! He has a speech to make.

When you fix your rug, I gotta run you over.

Haven't you done that already?

Would you please get your hands off me! Please!

Henry, what happened? - Meet my new tailor and hair styling?

The Marquis De-fucking-Sade! Look at this! This is nothing less than

assault and battery! I have witnesses! - Witnesses?

You knocked me down the stairs! - You attempted to escape!

Bullshit! What are you talking about! - Come on, Henry.

Ok. Right now, Henry, a lot of people are depending on you.

Shut up, Owens. Just shut up! - He tried to escape. That's not what...

Peter... Do you mind?

Ruthanne, you're looking lovely as usual. - Henry, is everything ok?

Yes, fine.

Thank you very much.

It's all right. Isabella, Paula.

Wait! Just pray that I'm guilty of killing those girls.

Because if I am, then your boys worked over a monster be brushed under the carpet.

But if I'm not, then the monster changes sides.

Henry, just give us that money smile, huh?

Shit.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Happy San Sabastian.

I'm proud to introduce a man who, along with his lovely wife, Chantal,

has championed many charity causes in Puerto Rico. And in the wake

of Hurricane LUCY, we need him more than ever. Henry, give over here

and empty these people's pockets.

Where's his fuckin' hair?

I had the damn thing upside down. Um... thank you very much

for coming tonight. - Hank! Where you been!

Got a lot of catchin' up to do! - I'm right behind you.

When nature sends it's worst against us,

it's as if one of God's checks bounced. Let's pray your checks don't.

Because that's why we're here.

They say no amount of learning can cure stupidity.

You're certainly a candidate for... - He'd a crack you'd a come back to...

He didn't! You're off this investigation. - What?

Don't detective. Learn the grammar of silence

while you still hold that rank. Now you go back to the station. Go home!

Put on a silly hat! Do whatever morons do!

The rain forest doesn't grow back without our help.

The island is a family. One that has been torn apart.

We'll need to be there for each other. Especially for our children.

For there is no greater gift than a child's smile.

I want him back. Now. Tonight. Not tomorrow.

Victor, don't underestimate the resolve of Henry Hearst and his law firm

to raise your severed head on a pole and wave it for the whole damn island to see.

We'll see whose head gets waved on that pole.

Well. That's your decision then. Isn't it?

In closing, I'd like to ask you to look into your hearts.

Realize what truly matters in life and find the love to help our family.

Perhaps catastrophe is the natural human environment.

We find ourselves attacked by unforeseen forces come to harm us.

Even though we are innocent of any wrongdoing.

But it is human nature to overcome. If we work together.

So please, help me, help the children. Thank you.

As if I wasn't embarrassed enough! You jerked me out of there without

my even being able to chat with my friends or have dinner. I'm hungry, damn it!

Do you like chocolate? There's a whole machine full of it in the hallway.

And I know you got money! - You can't treat me like this, Victor!

Of course I can! You'll eat, Henry! Food is the least of your problems!

But I'll do the best I can to see that you get three squares a day.

Come with me.

Would you like a private chat with her?

No.

This is Detective Castillo. He's gonna set up a video camera in here

while I have a little chat with Chantal. - Why must you question her?

Detective Castillo will get you some food.

I should tell you... - Do it outside.

Ok. - I need to know what's happening, Victor.

Just give me a sec while I close the door. - She came in. It wasn't up to me.

Is Henry here? Can I see him?

I need to see him.

He doesn't want to talk to you.

If he's innocent, why is this taking so long?

I never said he was innocent.

Tell me about your life together as a couple.

You could start with the separate bedrooms.

He talked about that? - Hm.

And what else? - Your sister.

Don't you offer to light a lady's cigarette?

Tell me about the night he...

visited your sister's home.

What night would that be? - December 19th. Sunday night,

about 9 o'clock in the evening. I find it curious that didn't accompany him.

I wasn't aware Henry had visited my sister.

Now why wouldn't he tell you? Obviously, Henry talked to us about your marriage.

How you wish you'd married a younger man. Someone closer to your own age. Like Paco.

You're saying Henry's jealous of my sister's husband?

Are you having an affair with Paco? - Am I on trial now?

No.

Can you tell me what time he got home that night?

There was a night. Could be it.

I remember the front door.

It's old, very heavy. It tends to slam.

Did you look at the clock?

You must have been worried.

This wasn't the first time.

Henry?

Hello, Henry?

Hello?

Take me to that room.

Henry?

Why don't you answer?

And didn't you pursue it? Or didn't you care to ask where he was?

We don't ask those sort of questions anymore.

But I'm sure you're going to tell me. - We have reason to believe

he was in La Perla where a young girl, Paulina Valera, was raped and murdered

and left on a garbage dump.

Chantal, I need to know whose name the house is in.

The house was a gift. - Then many I have your permission

to search the house?

You may not.

You said you were hungry! - What'd she say?

We all set, Castillo? - Yes, sir.

Start recording. - I was talking to you.

Oh, that's right, Victor only listens when it suits Victor.

I was listening when you told me you left your sister-in-law and drove to La Perla,

took a walk and fell asleep on a bench. Now, I'd like to hear something

that is true. - That is the truth!

Chantal says you got home at 3:30 a.m. - I told you, I went for a walk.

I was drunk. I... I may have had another drink.

Did you happen onto Via del Mar Boulevard?

Mira, Papi.

Do you want to party with me? What do you want? I want you so much.

See any hookers? - No.

You didn't talk to any hookers? - Oh no.

Spend time with one? - Absolutely not!

You're lying, Henry! Your carotid artery is pumping like crazy.

And your eyes, they're turned down and to the left. That's what liars do.

In fact, our bodies give us away.

You know what these do, Henry?

They keep me awake.

I haven't been sleeping much. Every since you found

Sue-Ellen Huddy's body yesterday, I've been working straight through.

And I've got so much to share with you, Henry. For instance,

I accompanied those 2 officers who phoned the license numbers of your Range Rover.

They showed me where you parked in La Perla. Imagine my surprise

when several prostitutes recognized your photograph and said

you'd been coming around for months now.

She's in the next room! Jesus Christ! - I'm talking' about street hookers.

Needle users. Cracks heads. No high class call girls.

Curb crawlers, for God's sake!

My God! Your carotid artery is pumping like gangbusters.

Goddamn you!

Chantal can't hear ya. Not with the door closed.

Unless I turn the speaker on. - Please! Please!

Please...

She was a... She was blonde.

Obviously peroxide being Hispanic.

She would have truly been beautiful without all that makeup.

Mira, Papi. - I never knew her name.

Did you miss me? Yes, you do.

I left my sister-in-law's house to have sex in an alley with a prostitute.

Necesitas.

I'll be your good little girl.

Then I, I finished myself off drinkin' any goodamn thing

that I wanted at Sunshine Café.

Una cervesa!

Well, what do you think? That I spend my life

bangin' on my wife's... my wife's door?

No, I find a substitute.

Someone just the opposite from Chantal. A prostitute is a woman

who will give you a great deal for relatively little money.

As an alibi... I don't know, Henry.

A lot of women here die their hair blonde. Especially in that profession.

I'll tell you what I do know. One of 'em admitted she'd been with you last week.

Her name was Reina.

You know this man?

No.

Yes.

She was young. Much younger than the others.

And she says that's why you like her.

But this must be an old picture.

Why? - The guy's bald now.

Bald? - Hm.

You remove your hairpiece down there as well, don't you, Henry?

Seems nobody remembers you with the rug. Trying not to be recognized is smart.

Pick 'em up in your car and somebody might catch a license plate.

This one likes it quick. - From behind.

He pumps me hard. At least he comes fast.

Then goes. Like he doesn't want to be here.

But I like it fast. Gets me back...

to my corner. But a week ago is no alibi,

is it?

Why, Henry?

Why here like this?

In the dirt!

You could by high-class escorts, suites at the RITZ, Dom Perignon,

and you choose this? - You won't tell her, will you, Victor?

Please. - I imagine she'll be thrilled to learn

that you were merely with a prostitute. Instead of what you were really doing.

Rapists leave bodily fluids.

Semen...

DNA... Your tests will prove that it wasn't me.

Do you use condoms with your prostitutes, Henry?

Of course. - What kind?

I don't know!

Trojans, whatever they have.

The killer used condoms. Chemical lubricants were found

in the victims. See, he's smart, just like you.

Knows all about our lab tests. Both victims were raped from behind

and strangled from behind. Thumb- and fingerprints on their necks confirmed this.

Hi. - Are you here all by yourself?

Then you put their clothes back on. Dirt and leaves inside confirmed this.

A real pretty blouse that you... - Then you posed them.

Each on their side, little heads...

resting on cupped hands. And you combed their hair!

The lack of debris suggests this. And we have reason to believe you took photos!

Stop! - Photography is your hobby, isn't it?

Well, isn't it! - Stop it! Just stop it!

What's wrong? You all right? - I'm fine.

You want some water? - No. I'm perfectly fine.

I mean, I've never been better. I'm just tired!

You're not exactly as fresh as a daisy yourself.

Do you surf, Henry? The internet?

It's a statement from your web browser provider.

Your e-mail address is Hhearst@Lpuerto.com.

You sometimes use an on-line alias. Hardbody Hank.

Very catchy. - God, does this ever end?

A simple yes or no, Henry.

Ok, yes. - Yes.

It seems that Hardbody Hank has visited several pornography sites.

One of which is called "Barely Legal". Young ladies are posing as school girls.

That website features women not children. Oh, Christ!

Every time I check my e-mail there's a new message from some electronic bimbo

luring me to her site. So I checked it out a few times!

What's the big deal? And the prostitutes! What does that prove?

That I'm lonely? That I don't get it at home?

That my wife makes me sleep down the hall?

And all this makes me a pedophile! A rapist! A killer of children!

Why in God's name would I do such a thing? - I don't know, Henry.

Not yet. But let's talk about

this glamorous young wife who keeps poor Henry shivering out in the hall.

You know what Chantal says?

She's lying! Whatever she said I, I never touched Camille!

Who's Camille?

All right, Mrs. Hearst. Let's talk about the separate bedrooms.

Henry says it was his choice. He moved out. - He's wrong.

He's wrong or he's lying? - Let's not quibble over words.

Well, words can be very amusing. Words like: Conjugal duty, for instance.

Which he claims you've not been performing with the same willing good spirits.

Well, to be honest, he says you're not performing at all.

He has been revealing things. Hasn't he? - Well, I'd like to hear your side.

The most interesting things, those I'm sure, he kept to himself.

Well, not Camille, I'm afraid. That is the reason

you sent him down the hall with his toothbrush and washcloth, isn't it?

Hm?

He's out there.

Afraid. Hoping for a miracle.

That one day things will turn out all right.

As long as nobody speaks of them.

He's right.

To what? Hope?

To be afraid.

Christmas day 2 years ago.

We always used to spend Christmas with Maria and Paco.

Of course, this was before.

Yeah, that's what I understand.

I couldn't wait to see my niece.

Camille.

There are children who are special,

who have an extra share of magic,

a grace and purity.

Camille was one of them.

Henry and I were extremely fond of her.

They seem very close.

Don't they? - Henry!

You look great! - We were all having a good time.

The way a family should be at Christmas.

But then Henry got drunk. - No, thank you.

You've already poured it out. He started making remarks...

about me and Paco. Please excuse my husband.

Excuse the husband. Something that Paco seems to be very adept at.

It was embarrassing. I was angry. Henry!

Was this the first time?

No. - Is it some kind of secret

that Paco finds my Chantal enchanting? - Henry, don't!

So what did you do? - Don't what?

I told him to shut up.

Just don't!

After dinner, Maria and I opened our presents.

Books for me... thanks... she wanted to read.

And jewellery for her that I wanted to wear.

Why I got up when I did, I don't know.

Unless you call intuition a reason.

But he wasn't there.

Something led me toward the bedrooms.

I can't get it. - Come here.

They were there. In her room. - Let me see. Ah, yes.

That looks great, thank you! - He was talking. She was listening.

I couldn't tell you what he was saying but the way he talked to her...

was the way you talk to a woman. I remember...

how she smiled. The look in her eyes.

He had no right to make her smile that way.

And you continued to stay together. Each at your own

separate ends of the hall. And you never had sex since?

You're putting on quite a show for Henry. Aren't you?

Right now he can't hear you.

Once a woman decides that it's not important...

Even when I would try to get things back to normal,

that image was always with me. - And since you can't have children...

Of course I can!

Would you mind telling me how old you were when you and Henry met?

I think I was about 11. When we came over from Europe.

Henry became my father's attorney here.

They sailed together. He was always around.

In our families, you could always find some friend of your fathers

with a boat in Saint Thomas, or a penthouse in Manhattan.

And that man was Henry.

Now, your father... He died when you were what?

14.

And Henry became your surrogate father? - He paid for my college.

And that's when you became lovers? - I wasn't interested in boys my own age.

Spring break, I couldn't wait.

We did it on Henry's yacht. Then in hotels,

in cars, on beaches. Everywhere.

He was different with me. He was tender.

We had a time, Henry and I.

I can imagine. So can you imagine his anger

at not being able to make love to you now?

I've seen it. - You've seen it?

Has Henry raped you?

Chantal? Chantal? Chantal!

No. - Rape is an act of anger.

It's about control. How about sex? Henry's a very angry man.

Do you think he's killed?

Do you?

That night, he visited your sisters home. Did you notice

any scratches on him? Signs of struggle?

I can't remember. - I need to get my hands on the clothes

he was wearing that night. Please! Give me permission

to search your house.

No. - You saw your husband talking to Camille.

You've thrown him out of your bedroom and you haven't slept with him in 2 years.

Don't you think that's a little bit harsh?

Stop trying to bait me. - What do you call a beautiful young woman

who's jealous of her 13 year old niece! - Honest.

Honest. I don't know who's more fucked up, you or him.

Sorry.

I'm sorry. But don't you want to know

you've been right about him?

Don't you?

Don't make a mess.

Castillo? Take a squad of men. Escort Mrs. Hearst back to her house.

Yes, sir. - Castillo! Search the house.

Yes, sir.

Say it, go on, say it. She tells you about Camille,

everything falls into place. No need to even ask my side of the story.

I mean, I'm Jack the Ripper, Jekyll and Hype, the Big Bad Wolf.

I'll remind you. I've heard your story all night. And you've been lying.

Detective! - You got a problem?

Ok. - Let's go!

Sit down, Henry.

Going man to man now, are we? - Should I roll up my sleeves?

Christmas 2 years ago. You and Camille.

Let me see.

It was absolutely nothing.

Camille dragged me into her room to show off a Christmas gift from her mother.

She was high on the sugar rush from pumpkin pie.

Couldn't keep still.

So, Chantal overreacted?

Chantal never let you touch her after that.

Well, you know there are many things that separate couples.

Infidelity. Money. Long illness...

I'm separated from my wife by a hallway. A sixty-foot hallway.

In fact, it's a desert that hallway. And at the very end,

there's a door.

And when it's locked, you can knock all you want...

But that door won't open. - Why do you hold on?

Why not just get a divorce? - Just trade one nightmare for another.

Let's add it up. Half my money, the house.

I'd end up living over somebody's reconverted garage.

Oh, yeah, and then there's half my share of the law firm.

That's bullshit, Henry. It's vanity, pure and simple.

She puts you on everybody's A-list. You're Puerto Rico's glamour company.

Ah, Henry and Chantal Hearst. Oh, they're so in love.

We're just full of compliments tonight! - Well, that's why you stay married.

At our age finding a another woman like Chantal that's not so easy.

Not so easy if you're taking them back to your third-floor-walk-up

piece-of-shit 500 dollar a month studio apartment, is that what you mean?

We can't all afford to wine and dine the classiest, sophisticated ladies, can we?

Just who'd your wife find you with before she relocated in such a hurry?

Fuck you, Henry.

Whoops!

Tell me, Sue-Ellen Huddy.

Did you know her well, or just in passing?

Not well. Not at all. It's impossible for a man at my age

to know a 12 year old really well.

La bolsa... the bags. Throw me the bags.

Thanks.

Castillo! Hey!

The dark room.

There was no dog, Henry. There was only you.

We don't have any evidence of a struggle. But it had to be somebody

good with children. Or someone she knew.

Did you kick the ball around with her, Henry?

Did you laugh and play with her first?

Or did you just take her!

Was it as exciting as Paulina Valera?

Tell me, Henry! - Go to hell.

You dressed her again!

You posed her!

We'll find the brush, Henry. We'll find the brush you used.

We'll find the brush you used to get her hair just right.

And then what you came for.

Your trophy.

You met Chantal when she was 11.

You molded a pleasure model.

Is that what you think children are for? To pleasure you?

Victor, Victor!

You peel my onion down to the nub.

Are you trying to tell me that you don't like 'em young?

You're twice divorced. A single with a vengeance.

Who do you talk to in the martini bar? The best looking girl

you can get away with, that's who. And she's not 50. Probably mid-thirties.

Of course in their twenties, hey!

Now we're talkin'. Now how about teenage girls?

We loved them then. Why should anything change now?

What does he possibly see... in a girl that young?

What in the world do they talk about?

Hey, if I want to discuss the S&P 500, I'll call my broker.

Young girls don't talk. They laugh. They live. They're in the moment.

And every night is "thee" night.

And their bodies are hard and tight.

And smooth. The way skin is supposed to be...

And saying so...

doesn't make me a pervert!

Men can't say shit anymore. We're all brow-beaten

by youth obsessed old bitches, fresh from their chemical peels,

who still want us to open their doors, and pay their way.

Yes, Victor. I love young women.

At least I'm honest enough to say so.

One hundred fucking percent guilty! - Owens,

he found them, sir.

She come back with you? - Yeah.

Put her in there. - All right.

All right. But only if you promise to keep your mouth shut until I'm ready.

You're welcome.

You can sit right there.

Check the recorder. There should be enough tape, but I don't think we need much more.

Have a seat, Henry.

She's in there watching? - Hm.

What's he saying?

You're good at hiding behind things.

Sit down. Tell us one more time about your relationship with the second murder victim.

Sue-Ellen Huddy.

Your relationship with the second murder victim. Sue-Ellen Huddy,

you claimed you found by the jogging path.

She thinks that I did this? - I'll ask the question one more time.

What was your relationship to the murdered girl, Sue-Ellen Huddy?

There was none.

Nothing?

No, none.

I saw her by the house on occasion.

She lived in the neighborhood. I might of spoke to her,

once or twice.

If ever.

Greeting her.

Perhaps.

Here's what I believe, Henry.

You're bored.

You're unhappy. You have a history with very young girls.

You've been placed at the scene of the first murder.

Your attempt at an alibi was to kill a second young girl.

You're in love with someone who doesn't love you.

Just who you were.

You're very, very lonely.

I'll tell you what I believe. What I know.

What I have proof of.

Can you tell me who that is?

Sue-Ellen.

Sue-Ellen.

A portrait like that takes time, Henry.

And this little girl?

Chantal was nice enough to bring these out of your darkroom.

You make lovely photographs, Henry. - I can't believe...

that she would go to these lengths.

To make this kind of point.

It's almost farcical.

You killed Sue-Ellen Huddy.

Yes.

And Paulina Valera?

Yes.

Both of them?

Yes, both of them.

Raped and murdered them.

I'm the one. - Are you prepared to make a statement?

What else am I doing? - All right, let's...

Well, let's begin with the first victim. Little Paulina.

Take your time, Henry.

I...

I saw her on a doorstep.

Go on, Henry. I'll be right back.

You saw her on the doorstep?

I saw her on the doorstep and... She was all-alone.

She went off with you? - All right, what is it?

These were in his car. - And you had sex with her?

Yes. I raped her.

And then strangled her.

There in the dump?

No, in the alley. - Who is this?

We were too late. - Huh?

But we got him, sir. Park Central stakeout.

Caught him in the act.

He's downstairs. They are processing him now.

So, afterwards, you carried the body to the dump?

Sir? It's over.

Yeah, I dragged her... - And her clothes?

You'd already put them back on?

I redressed her.

And you posed her?

Yes, I...

I... yes.

I brushed her hair. I took her and...

I took her hands...

and cupped them under her cheek.

I opened her eyes.

Then I took her picture.

Uh... yes.

What are you doing?

You can go home, Henry.

What?

It's over.

They caught the killer.

What are you saying?

He's downstairs.

What?

Subtitles: VICOMEDIA 10/2001