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[phone line trilling]

- [receiver clicks] - Hello?

Hello.

My name is Paul Goldman,

and I'm the husband of Audrey Munson.

Your name came up on a phone log

of someone she called in April of 2006.

Would you mind telling me

what your relationship is with my wife?

[line disconnects] [dial tone droning]

My lawyer subpoenaed Audrey's cell phone records.

For you.

I'll look through them.

I felt determination to find out

as much information as I could,

so I started calling a few of these numbers.

Hello.

Hello. Hello.

My name is Paul Goldman.

Paul Goldman.

And I'm the husband of Audrey Munson.

That started it all.

That started the discoveries of her secret double life.

Your name came up on a phone log that--

Someone my wife called in April of 2006.

Calls to hundreds and hundreds of men,

but one time and one time only--

Would you mind telling me what your relationship is--

Your relationship is with my wife?

The relationship is with you and my wife?

You know, half of them would just hang up right away.

[line disconnects] Hmm.

[sighs]

The next week, my lawyer called me

and told me to come down to his office

and pick up Audrey's bank statements.

[softly] Ah!

Hi.

[indistinct chatter]

And action.

- So I've, uh, subpoenaed Audrey's bank statements

from September 2005 to present.

You find anything interesting, call me.

- I will. - Okay.

- Oh, by the way, before I forget,

I'm thinking about getting a psychic reading in a few days.

Before you say anything, she is amazing.

Her name is Terri Jay.

And I'm hoping that she'll help me

gain some insight as to what's really going on.

[orchestral music fades]

[dramatic orchestral music]

* *

- I have to tell you about an incident a few years prior

to Audrey.

In my house, Johnny and I,

and it's raining cats and dogs outside.

[echoing thunderclap]

I go downstairs, the front door's open,

and our dog is gone.

"Where's Kingy, Johnny?" "Oh, Kingy left."

[chuckling] "Kingy left?"

Johnny was very young at this time.

So I ran out in the rain, looked for the dog.

No sign of the dog at all.

I put up posters all over the place and it didn't help...

so I did a search on the internet

for a pet psychic.

So I found one that looked interesting.

Her name was Terri Jay.

So I give her a call and we set up a reading

and she said that some woman was driving home,

saw the dog, opened her door,

and the dog jumped right in and she took it with her.

And, uh, that was that.

So when all this crap started to happen,

I thought I'd call Terri Jay again

because I also saw that she was a regular psychic

and see if she has anything to say

about this whole situation.

[soft upbeat music]

I'm Terri Jay.

I'm a medium, intuitive, and pet psychic.

I don't like the word "psychic."

Psychic means not of the physical sciences,

and I know my work is based in physics.

All I'm doing is picking up on vibrations and frequencies

that other people miss.

I've helped people and their pets to heal their lives

through the messages I receive.

I'm just an ordinary Nevada cowgirl

with extraordinary abilities.

Shopping drives me nuts because I'll see something,

I'll go, "No, I can get that cheaper."

And I do.

If I just make eye contact with somebody,

I know everything about 'em.

I can spot a pedophile at 50 paces.

[shudders]

* *

[knock at door]

- There she is! - Hey! Paul!

- How are you? - You look great!

- Thank you! So do you! - I'm fine. [chuckles]

Jeez!

- I had to tell him that somebody had his dog

and wasn't gonna give it back.

That made me sad.

But that was better than

the dog being eaten by alligators.

- Oh, the odds on that are pretty slim.

- What's the name of the dog? - King--Kingy.

And he would've been how old?

Oof, he would've been...

- Like 16? - He'd be at least 16 now.

No, he's passed.

He's passed.

I love Paul.

He's an amazing, amazing person.

I mean, he's taken this...

shit that's fallen on his head

and just really turned it into Shineola.

- I enjoyed talking with Terri Jay,

and I felt a kind of connection with her.

It's really interesting.

I had a friend who was a big history buff

and she said, "For my birthday,

I would like to talk to all these historical characters."

And I said, "Sure, why not?"

So I just tuned into 'em and I got all kinds of stuff.

She's got quotes from Abraham Lincoln

that nobody's ever heard before.

- On her wall. - Oh, wow.

- They were so profound, she put 'em on her all.

So it's pretty fun to be able to do that.

Oh, I could, yeah.

[inhales and exhales deeply]

He's back. Ooh, my goodness!

Ooh, I get goosebumps! He's--ooh, he's back.

- Certainly not as our present president.

- Oh, my God, he's--

Barack Obama is-- he is reincarnation.

Ooh! [inhales through teeth]

Ooh.

That was weird.

So anyway,

I call up Terri Jay

and she tunes in to Audrey.

[indistinct chatter]

These are all transcripts.

These are all direct--

- Okay. Hi.

Hi, Paul.

- I'm Paul. - I'm Dee.

- Actually, I'm Terri Jay. - Yes!

- You're Terri Jay. - How are you?

- Good, good. - Good.

[energetic orchestral music]

I just have a lot of respect for you

and that you got this done.

She needs a horse shirt.

[chuckles]

- Or a Western shirt. - And action.

- You said you wanted to learn more about your wife.

Why don't you start by telling me her full name?

- Audrey Elizabeth Ellen Munson.

- [soft dramatic music] - Hmm.

Well, I feel her energy.

Boy, she is low and slimy.

I'm gonna have to take a shower after tuning into her.

- [chuckling] Oh, this is so weird.

- She had a child with her second husband

justto get child support.

- Terri, I never told you she had been married before.

- [chuckling] You didn't have to.

[gasps softly]

- I am also sensing that this is bigger than we think.

- Bigger? So what do I do?

Oh, you fight back.

She tried to destroy you, you destroy her.

Paul, Audrey needs to be in prison.

Off the street.

Her sole desire is to take advantage,

to--[clears throat] [echoing bassy thump]

Inflict financial damage on anyone she can find.

This prostitution ring is big.

[sighs] And you are the only one that can stop it.

[dramatic musical crescendo]

- [exhales forcefully] [crew chattering indistinctly]

[breathes rhythmically]

Okay. Mark.

I don't do that.

Mm-mm.

He just didn't understand

how this person that he'd fell in love with

was not at all what she seemed.

- Terri's readings had removed all doubt from me,

especially after the sensational fourth reading.

[perforated paper rips]

I still have a hard time reconciling all this.

I mean, what if I'm wrong?

Okay, you want proof.

- He asked me for incontrovertible proof

of her heinousness,

and I just grounded really good,

which is a technique that I use.

Okay.

[exhales softly]

[shouts]

She's done porn!

[gasps]

- Take her photo to an adult video store

and ask the clerks if they know her.

No way!

Wow, okay.

My wife has done porn. That's nice.

- She did the movies under an alias.

[sighs]

It's an A-word.

[suspenseful music]

She uses her first name.

* *

Almond! Audrey Almond.

Terri Jay, wow!

- I said that. I said all that.

I got all that.

And now, somebody else is saying it.

It's, like, déjà blue.

So I took a photo of Audrey

to the local X-rated video store.

[bell rings]

I can honestly say

that I was probably among the very small percentage of men

investigating the possibility of his wife being a porn star.

I was immediately confronted with rows of videos,

terrifying instruments, and even some apparel.

I cleared my voice to signal my need for assistance.

[clears throat]

How can I help you?

- Do you recognize this woman from any movies?

* *

Oh, yeah.

That's Audrey Almond.

[echoing bassy thump]

Well, that was quite amazing.

Do you remember any titles of any of her movies?

No, sorry.

I don't remember titles, just faces.

But that is definitely Audrey Almond.

Over there by the blue display case.

All right, I'll check it out.

Yet another hit for psychic Terri Jay.

- That was great. So, um...

so did she direct you to her videos in the store?

- Yeah. I believe so.

- You found her video in the store?

- No, no. It wasn't there.

But I kept on lookin'.

- And did you--and you found?

Nothing.

- You never found any evidence that she was performing

under the name that Terri gave you?

No.

No.

So how...

what do you--what do you think happened here?

- She said Audrey Almond? - Yeah.

- Isn't there any chance you could've said it first?

- Of course it's a possibility, yeah.

- Do you think she could've been, like, messing with you?

Maybe.

Maybe she was.

- That would be different. - Mm.

You wanna try one with that?

- Great. - Okay.

- [dramatic orchestral music] - How can I help you?

- Do you recognize this woman from any movies?

Her name, supposedly, is Audrey Almond.

[chuckles softly]

Oh, yeah.

That's definitely Audrey Almond.

[echoing bassy thump]

- Do you remember any titles of the movies that she was in?

Nope, sorry.

But that's definitely Audrey Almond.

Okay, thanks.

[chuckles softly]

The story is true.

The events are true.

- But not all. - But not all of them.

97%.

Approximately.

And none are made up that have any bearing

to criminal events by Audrey Munson.

And what happened to me.

Every single thing of that is true.

In order to confirm my suspicions

about Audrey and Royce,

I hired private investigator Joyce Foster.

- My name is Jenn Mulhearn and I'm a private investigator.

I prefer my face be obscured

'cause I still do a lot of undercover work.

- Her job was to follow Audrey and see where it led.

From the outward appearance

of the surveillance that we conducted,

she was a stay-at-home mom.

She took her kids to school,

she picked the kids up,

she went to the pool

with her children.

It was sort of the nuances

of the investigation that sort of made you question.

Joyce followed Audrey

going into driveways

and then coming out

the other side,

going down side streets

at night and turning

her lights off.

- That's not normal behavior for a stay-at-home mom

that has nothing to hide.

She followed Audrey

for days and days

on several occasions

until she ended up at Sansprit Park.

[suspenseful music]

My private eye followed Audrey Munson to this park

on one Friday afternoon.

When she got to the park, she was joined

by two of her girls.

They met at that bench.

The next 2 1/2 hours,

they were doing their paperwork.

Who needs to do paperwork for 2 1/2 hours?

A person that has a lot of paperwork to do.

This tells us that this ring

is bigger than we all think,

something that Terri Jay had said earlier.

This is not a little prostitution ring.

[laughter]

- Audrey, how did the pictures turn out?

Oh, they turned out great.

I'm really hoping they're going to bring in some more business.

You know what?

Let's ask Jesus for some help with that.

Okay, let's close our eyes.

[exhales deeply]

One of the girls,

out of the blue,

started putting her hand

on the other girl's shoulder

and lifted her other hand to God

and they started praying

to Jesus.

It appeared to be

a prayer group.

- We thank You for the gifts of man and money

that You have bestowed upon us,

we thank You for your continued protection from the cops,

and finally, we ask that you increase our business

so that we may spend more of our days and our nights

fucking men in service to You.

- Hookers praying to Jesus for more tricks.

Amen.

together: A--

- There's no audio with the private eyes' video.

- It's illegal in the state of Florida to obtain audio.

- So all I had was the video... - Okay.

- And so I had to make up all the lines.

- [indistinct] [all chuckle]

"Look at this one, girls.

The bottom is cut right around the pussy..."

- It's cut right around the pussy,

so you wouldn't even have to take it off.

That'd save time.

And what do we say about time, girls?

both: Fast as you can, slam the man.

- "Fast as you can, slam the man."

That's gonna be on so many t-shirts.

- It just came to me. - Yeah, it's good.

- [laughs] It's gonna have t-shirts made.

- Yeah. - Nice.

[Paul laughs]

Revolve it a little more

and make the "fast" start a little lower.

"'Cause my next trick is waiting outside."

- What do you think? - I love it.

[suspenseful music]

* *

[mechanical whirring]

This is one of the most embarrassing scenes for me,

but enlightening scenes for the audience

because this is their introduction to Royce Rocco.

When I wrote the screenplay, parts of it were easy

because I already had the dialogue from "Duplicity."

The dialogue in "Duplicity" is verbatim

right from real life.

However,

there are some other scenes that I had to invent.

I had to make some scenes with Audrey and Royce.

Ah, what shall we say about Royce Rocco?

Did you ever meet him?

- Of course not. No.

- Hi, I'm Paul. - Hey.

How are you?

- Nice to meet you. - Pleasure.

- You're playing Royce, who is Audrey's pimp.

The inspiration for Royce Rocco was all the pimps and hoodlums

and bums that I had met

in movies growing up.

- I don't think you fucking know who you're talking to.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

You don't know who you're fucking talking to.

I made Royce Rocco violent.

I'll take you out myself.

I'll slit your fucking throat ear-to-ear.

Disgusting.

- You wanna put me out of business?

Stop buying my product.

- Just, you know, a stereotypical pimp.

- And this guy, Goldman, is a real moron.

[indistinct chatter on TV]

- All right. Very quiet, please.

Who's reading with me?

- Me! - Oh, you are.

- Yeah! [indistinct chatter]

From Audrey's phone logs, she made three calls to Royce

on our wedding night after I'd fallen asleep.

* *

So I had to use my imagination

and write a scene.

* *

[line trilling]

Ah.

- Number three just fell asleep.

Well, how was it?

- It's the same as all the others.

You know me. I'm just a fucking machine.

Except with you, of course.

- That's the plan. Slam the man.

- The line here--

"Fast as you can, slam the man"?

Yeah.

- That's like the motto of the group.

Okay.

Fast as you can, slam the man!

- "If this limp dick can get me pregnant,

who knows how much I can get out of him?"

- If this limp dick can get me pregnant,

who knows how much I can get out of him?

- "How long you gonna stay married to this turkey?"

- How long you gonna stay married to this turkey?

- "Give him three months to get addicted to Audrey candy..."

- And I'll kick his ass in court.

- Do you wanna put in somewhere, like, um...

[whispers] About the fake orgasms...

with Goldshit different than how she is with Royce?

- Yeah, let's see-- let's see how it goes

because I think, like, the--

that's--I mean--

I definitely think that's on mind.

So let's see.

- "When Audrey and I were married

"and living here together,

She would always say how much she loved having a laptop."

I realized one day

that a laptop that had been sitting in my living room

for over a year had possible evidence on it.

"I had to find out."

So I went to the newspaper, the classified section,

and I looked under "computer geek"

and I see this guy Sam is advertising his services.

I call him up and Sam comes over the next day

with his equipment.

- There's that laptop. - Go do your thing.

"Sam was serious, eager,

and extremely knowledgeable about computers."

You're in.

[keyboard clicking]

The big, major thing that we found on there were emails.

Lots of emails.

- Great, great. But wait.

In the book, how do you say you got to her emails?

You f-- I thought you say it was--

I may have left that vague.

- I'm trying to remember. - I'm trying to remember, too.

There were emails on that computer.

- Do you didn't hack-hack-- you didn't hack--

- There were emails on that computer.

They were on this computer, so they're mine.

Period, end of story, that's the end of it.

As far as I'm concerned.

Hacking is illegal.

On the other hand, perhaps it's a gray area

because I was her husband at the time.

The audience is never gonna ask how he's got the emails,

so don't worry about it.

- But we read them in the trial scene.

- Nobody's gonna--right. And nobody's gonna ask.

- No one in the millions of people watching,

no one is gonna say, "How did you get those emails"?

- No, they're just gonna assume that it was from here.

"Then you surrender to the fact

"that you have met the love of your life,

your soulmate, your life partner."

Who's that one from?

- That one is from Audrey to Royce, obviously.

[soft piano music]

- When you read these, what was going on?

- I realized that I was not number one in her heart.

- No, no, no. Come on. Listen to me.

Don't fuck--no, don't-- that's a bullshit answer.

Like, what was that like?

What happened? How did you feel?

I was destroyed.

I was destroyed. This was my wife.

What can I say?

* *

"I'll always love you and will wait a lifetime for you."

From Audrey to Royce.

[swelling dramatic music]

* *

That one looks like

it was written the date of our marriage.

All right, what else have we got here?

* *

No.

[somber piano chord]

- Jason. - Yeah?

- Change this. - Change it?

Yes, yes.

We're going off-script. It's gonna be great.

At the end of this when you talk to the audience, right...

Okay.

But after I say,

"I'm gonna bring down the whole damn ring,"

then you yell out, "Buzz! Texts are coming in."

- You're getting texts from the audience watching at home...

Yes, yes!

- While you're acting it? - Yes, yes!

Very cool.

- Maybe we'll do one on-script--

- No, no, no, no. This is the script now.

Don't worry. It'll be great.

[softly] Don't worry.

- Okay. - [normally] Okay?

[dramatic orchestral music]

So she makes calls to men.

And she calls her boyfriend, Royce, a lot.

That doesn't make her a hooker.

Alan, she's the madam.

And probably a working prostitute in the ring as well.

- We need proof, Paul. Proof.

- You want proof? - Yeah.

Check this out.

This was her latest voicemail.

[tape player clicks open]

* *

[cassette clacking]

* *

[answering machine beeps]

[answering machine beeps] [tape player clicks]

- All the moms out there watching now,

you just heard that.

Is this the voicemail of a stay-at-home mom?

Text me and let me know what you think.

- I'd still like to see some hard evidence.

- She took me for a patsy, a sucker.

[swelling dramatic music]

I'm gonna get you the hard evidence that you want,

and I'm gonna bring down the whole damn ring.

Buzz.

Oh, wait a minute.

Hmm.

[flip phone clicks closed]

The results are in!

Thank you everybody for your participation.

[swelling dramatic music]

She's the madam.

- We need proof, Paul. Proof.

Great.

So I immediately call the private eye.

I would venture to say

he was one of the most exhausting clients I've had.

But also one of the nicest.

- I'm Gary McDaniel, private investigator,

Palm Beach County, Florida.

He became obsessed with, "What is she?"

I knew what she was,

but we really needed hard evidence.

Well, Joyce Foster, the private eye that I hired,

was on the case.

On this particular night,

we had three investigators

because she had become

sort of hard to follow,

and it's also harder

to follow people at night.

- She ended up at this nightclub behind me.

* *

[thumping dramatic music]

There, Audrey met with Royce

and a bunch of other sleazy characters

and they all were at a big table

and the liquor was flowing.

[laughter]

- Mr. Royce Rocco, how you doin'?

- Hey, business is booming, my friend!

Business is booming!

What can I do you for?

- I had to create the dialogue in the Noche.

- I'm looking for pussy tonight.

- Pussy? Well, you came to the right place!

How much is she?

With one exception.

At one point,

we heard the gentleman who we were told was her pimp

speaking with one of the gentlemen.

- With my private eye, Joyce Foster,

standing three feet away...

And we heard him say...

- Uh, you offer her 250 and see if she'll take it.

- "Offer her $250 and see if she'll take it."

- "Offer her 250 and see if she'll take it."

[dramatic orchestral music]

- And the two of them left together.

* *

So that seemed a little, uh...

suspicious.

We were after hard evidence,

and we lucked out that evening.

- The next thing I had to do was go to the cops.

I called them up,

I set up an appointment to meet them the next day,

then I called up Bob Thompson, Audrey's second husband.

I called Spencer County Police Department yesterday.

I set up an appointment

to meet with one of their agents tomorrow.

[dramatic suspenseful music]

No, you don't want to go there.

- No, no. I wouldn't do that if I were you, Paul.

- I go, "Why not?" He says...

- Royce knows the Spencer County captain.

How do you know that?

About a year ago,

Audrey was over turning Tommy to me on Thursday evenings

like she was supposed to,

so I reached out to the Spencer County cops,

had them do a welfare check.

Meaning, you know,

they went out to Audrey's trailer

to make sure that Tommy was all right.

And was he?

- Next day, I get a call

from the captain of Spencer County PD.

He told me, "Stop harassing Audrey Munson!"

She must've called Royce

and had him contact one of his buddies on the inside.

- [gasps softly] Glad you told me that, Bob.

No way am I gonna go

to that fucking, uh, police department tomorrow.

I wouldn't go, I wouldn't go.

- Okay, uh, so I cancelled my appointment.

And I called internal affairs.

I have some significant information

on a large prostitution ring operating in Spencer County.

What I said was, "I wanna meet with head of internal affairs,

a long-term detective, and the head of vice."

And Captain Santos must know nothing of this meeting.

So I call up Terri Jay.

Please ask the universe to scream at you right now

if I'm not safe tomorrow.

Just go, Paul.

You're protected.

- Oh, my God. [sighs]

[dramatic music]

- I couldn't remember what the name of the movie was,

but I felt like I was in it.

* *

[phone ringing]

* *

- We're in the green Ford SUV, the one with darkened windows.

* *

- Oh, my God. What have I done?

Would there be some sort of retaliation?

Would my lifeless body,

or what was left of it, be found in the Everglades,

lunch for the gators?

My legs, apparently, didn't get the message,

because they were taking me to meet with the men

in the green SUV with the darkened windows.

[suspenseful music]

* *

I cleared my throat...

[clears throat]

And I got in.

- Mr. Goldman, Lieutenant Newman.

Detective Walker, Detective Rockland.

We got a call a few months ago

about some women meeting Fridays in the park

and Detective Walker went over there

and got their license plate numbers

and has begun preliminary investigation.

- Well, this might help your investigation a little bit.

So I presented the mountain of evidence that I uncovered.

[dramatic music]

* *

- You've done quite a job, Mr. Goldman.

I congratulate you on our persistence

and your research abilities.

We'll take this case.

Don't expect results overnight, but sometimes, the girls,

their pimps get sloppy and we get lucky.

We wish there were more people like you.

- I'm just a concerned citizen doing his civic duty.

Thank you.

* *

- You are feeling totally empowered now, right?

I would say so, yes.

You have the change in you...

from being a victim to feeling empowered.

[chuckling] Wow!

That is a story in itself, Paul.

Your transformation!

- I mean, I joke and call him a superhero now

because he kind of is, you know?

He's really taken lemons and instead of making lemonade,

he's made lemon frickin' meringue pie.

- I'm the warrior now. I'm not the wimp anymore.

If I was him,

I would've dug my hands into the mess

and found out what she was doing.

- I wanted to help the cops as much as possible.

Hats off for Paul,

because he turned out to be

a pretty resourceful and damn good investigator

and he found out a whole lot of information independently.

I'm sitting home one day watching TV.

I'm watching one of these "Hollywood Access" segments

on paparazzi.

Paparazzi were spotted

going through the celebrity's trash.

- And I'm watching this show and they're doing a segment

on paparazzi going through celebrities' trash.

Is that legal?

- It's legal, Paul, but probably really foolish.

- I'll be careful. Don't worry. Thanks.

Oh, nice.

I'm going to get Royce's garbage.

[tense music]

I was gonna go through Royce's trash

and see if I could get some evidence.

* *

My heart beating a million times a minute.

* *

- What were you thinking in this moment?

Pure fear.

* *

[energetic percussive music]

* *

[dog barking] [Paul yelping]

* *

[Paul yelps]

* *

[tires squealing]

[suspenseful orchestral music]

What's that, Dad?

- We're going on a treasure hunt, Johnny.

And I start going through it.

* *

What I found in Royce's trash was absolutely amazing.

* *

Crinkled-up fax.

"To whom is concerned,"

and, "I am inquiring about a visa request and passport."

And he's got a website that says,

"I can get passports in three to five days."

"Question: does Royce work for our government?"

Next to that was this United Airlines jacket.

And two plane stubs.

Hong Kong to West Palm Beach.

And next to that fax was this crinkled-up photo

of a young Asian girl.

Probably the photo that

Royce used for her passport.

And they bought her

some perfume

before they put her

on the plane.

[sighs]

Royce is a sex trafficker

importing girls from Southeast Asia

to join his ring.

End of story for Mr. Royce.

[dramatic musical sting]

[ominous music]

* *

- He was just becoming more and more frantic.

- He never stopped, he never stopped.

This case haunts me because

the story is less about

the subject of the investigation

and more about the client in the investigation.

[dramatic musical crescendo]

[Piero Umiliani's "La Vendetta"]

[dramatic '70s orchestral film score]

* *