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I'm getting pretty hungry.
I hope we catch some fish soon.

Me too.

-Okay, help me wind.
-Wind back?

-Can you turn this one?
-I'm trying to do it.

Slowly.

Slowly, slowly, slowly.

-I am doing it slowly.
-Okay, you got it.

Matty, look.

You see that? See that big boat out there?

She is the prettiest boat
on Whidbey Island.

That's the Morning Star.

Someday when you're big enough,
I'm gonna teach you how to sail .

It's the best thing there is, sailing.

-Better than fishing?
-Yup.

But you know what, kiddo?

-I don't think I want you to grow up.
-Why?

What if you grow up
and marry some beautiful girl?

-Who's gonna go sailing with me then?
-Dad.

Not a chance.

-Enjoy.
-Thank you so much.

Centlemen.

Nick. We need to talk.

Always happy to talk to you, Rudy.
Hey, Warren.

Did you get that notice
from First Seattle today?

Yeah. Yeah, as a matter of fact, l did.

Cood. Then you know.

We've got a real problem.

First Seattle is not a problem, Rudy.

These martinis are a problem.

-Do you mind?
-Not at all .

Where were we? All right, First Seattle.

Mommy?

Hey, kiddo.

-How's it going?
-Hand off.

You sack of potatoes.

Have you been carrying him around
the whole party?

Yeah.

We're never gonna marry you off, Angie.

Yes.

Picasso.

Blue Period.

The artist's name is Kandinsky.

Wassily Kandinsky.

He was Cerman, of Russian extraction,
1 866 to 1 044.

And by the way,
Picasso's Blue Period was figurative,

and ended in 1 004.

And these watercolors are abstract,
done in 1 011 .

Picasso.

Everyone pipe down.
I'm about to give a speech.

Thank you for coming.

I always say the sign of a good party

is when I'm having a better time
than anyone else,

but now is the time
when you're expected to ante up

for drinking all my liquor,
and eating all my food,

and spilling tomato sauce
on my couch, Bobby Long.

What, you didn't think I saw you?

-He's insufferable.
-I know it.

We are here to raise a vast sum of money
for the Small Frye school , all right?

So while you are reaching
for your checkbooks,

it gives me great pleasure
to introduce Mrs. Rebecca Tingely,

our totally ravishing
and completely adorable headmistress.

Mr. Parsons, thank you.

First of all , I'd like to start

by introducing a few members
of my valuable staff to you today.

Oh, Cod.

I give you our dedicated teacher
and Head of Admissions,

Miss Angela Creen.

Me!

What are you thinking about?

Was I always as rude as I am now?

Absolutely.

Hi .

Come have a seat.

Angela, do you think
we ought to break the news to her?

I suppose it's better she hears it
from us than from someone else.

She's not gonna be happy about it.

What's up, guys?

Close your eyes. Close them.

Okay. Now stand up.

Keep them closed.

Now, Libby, what is your favorite thing?

-Me?
-Not even close.

All right, open.

I heard Sean Cittman
was looking to sell it.

I made him an offer,

and he agreed to let us
take her out for the weekend.

And if you like it, it's yours.

If I like it?

Honey, we can't afford that.

When have I ever let that
get in my way? Come on.

What about Matty?

I'll take care of him.
We'll have a great time.

You hate to sail .

I can learn.

Cenerally, wine like this
needs time to breathe,

but I don't know,
I don't think we should. . . wait.

I don't see land.

So where is it?

Alaska's over that way,
Japan is straight ahead,

and Australia's somewhere to the lert.

Where would you like to go?

Bed.

That can be arranged.

We should do this more orten.

What do you mean? Buy expensive sailboats?

If this is what happens,
I'll buy you another one tomorrow.

No, go away, just the two of us,
with nobody else around.

I'll drink to that.

Nick?

Nick?

Oh, my Cod. Nick?

Nick?

Nick?

Oh, my Cod.

Nick?

Nick! Nick!

Nick! Oh, my Cod.

Oh, my Cod. Oh, my Cod.

Nick?

Morning Star, this is thc Coast Cuard!

Put thc knifc down, ma'am, and stcp away.

I don't. . . I don't know...

I don't know where my husband is!

...an around-thc-clock scarch
for local busincssman, Nick parsons,

who disappcarcd in thcsc watcrs
off Whidbcy lsland.

All right, tie it off.

-Hey, Cutter.
-Hey, Tom. What have you got for me?

-Anything?
-No.

Cutter, please don't let them give up.
He's very strong.

-Libby. Libby.
-He's a very strong man.

The rart and life preservers
are all on board.

These guys,
they tracked the wind, currents...

There's nothing.

The water temperature overnight
was 51 degrees.

That's cold. That's really cold.

Cutter, I can't breathe.

Just put your head down.
Put your head down.

Yeah, that's it. That's it.
Deep breaths. Big breaths.

Easy.

Mommy, look!

Hi , kiddo.

Hey, Bobby.

Hey, Libby.

Well , Cutter, he...

He asked me to come by
and talk to you, you know. Just...

Not as an attorney, just as a friend.

The inquest was held this morning
and they reviewed all the evidence

and Nick...

well , he's officially been declared dead.

Now, Libby, they...

They've determined
it was a wrongful death, and you...

Oh, Jesus, you...

You're being formally charged
with his murder.

I'm here to advise you.

Make no statements
whatsoever to the sheriff.

I'm sorry, Libby.

Cutter!

Not in front of my kid, okay?

I'm sorry, Libby.
The judge denied us bail .

Can Angie keep looking arter Matty?

Cood. Okay.

Let's take a look at this,
see what we can do.

Bobby, here's what I think happened.

I had some wine, okay?

And I fell asleep.
It must have been the sun.

And maybe Nick was trying to cut
a snagged line or something,

because the knife

from the galley was on deck.

And maybe the boat pitched or something,

and he cut himself.

And he tried to come downstairs.

He tried to come below to wake me up.

I quit these things when I met Nick.

It'll be all right. I promise you.

So why don't we take a look
at this First Cuarantee Life?

Now, you both bought
life insurance policies from the company

around four months ago.

And you are the beneficiary.

I'm his wife.

Libby, you know this policy
is worth two million?

Nick wanted to make sure that if anything
ever happened to him, we'd be okay.

I'm just afraid the jury may feel
there's a big difference

between "okay" and $2 million.

They may see it as a motive.

-Is that what they're saying out there?
-No, no one is saying that.

I don't think we have
to be concerned about...

That I killed Nick for money?

I mean, I know we had some problems,
and Nick worried,

-but we were okay.
-Libby.

Two of his investors
were suing him for embelement.

First Seattle issued a lien
on all of his real estate properties,

your personal possessions.

Now, Nick's death means
all these little problems disappear

behind a corporate shield,

leaving you with $2 million.

Do you think I killed him?

That's the first rule of being a lawyer.

What we think doesn't matter.

It matters to me.

No. Of course.
I don't think you killed him.

Petty Officer Young,
what was the condition

of the Morning Star's marine band radio
when you had a chance to inspect it?

The handset cord had been cut.

And as you initially
approached the sail boat,

what did you see?

Mrs. Parsons was holding a knife.

I show you state's exhibit number four.

Mayday. Mayday.

This is thc Morning Star.

Statc your cmcrgcncy, Morning Star.

L'vc bccn stabbcd.

L'm blccding. . . Oh, Jcsus.

My namc's Nicholas parsons.

Statc your position.

I don't know, man.

Thrcc milcs northwcst
of Whidbcy lsland, l gucss.

Oh, Cod! Oh, Cod!

Mrs. Parsons, you've heard the testimony
presented to this court,

and your explanation is

that somebody must have come
aboard the Morning Star.

That's right.

Well , let's consider
all the possibilities.

Maybe a band of pirates.

Or aliens.

Did aliens murder your husband?

No. Aliens weren't beneficiaries
in your husband's life insurance policy.

Objection. Your Honor, the prosecutor...

Overruled.

I told you what happened.

Yes, you did.
You told us that you were asleep.

Yes.

Maybe you were sleepwalking
when you stabbed your husband to death.

Objection. Please. Is Miss Halliwell
questioning the witness,

or making a closing argument?

Withdrawn.

I didn't kill my husband.

I love my husband.

Bobby, I did not kill my husband!

You have to believe me.

I'm sorry, Libby.

It's not your fault, Bobby.

I want to ask you something, Angie.

I'd like you to adopt my son.

No, Lib, I can't do that. Not to you.

I've thought it through.

I barely survived my parents' house.
I'm not gonna put him there.

Money won't be a problem

because there's the $2 million
from the life insurance,

and it's going into a trust fund
in his name.

It isn't about money.

I know.

Matty loves you.

We can't let him become
a ward of the state.

Thank you.

Hey, kiddo. Come see me.

You're gonna go stay
with Angie for a while.

-Okay, kiddo?
-Okay.

And you're gonna have lots of fun,

and I know you're gonna be
a good boy, right?

Yes, Mommy.

And as soon as all this is over,
we'll be together again.

That's a promise, kiddo, okay?

I love you.

I love you too.

-Who's this?
-Rich bitch from Whidbey Island.

She ain't gonna make it.

What do you think. A year?

Five cartons says
she offs herself inside of six months.

-Deal .
-Cet away from me.

Hey, take it easy.
We're you new best friends.

Heard you did your husband.
Probably deserved it.

Mine did.

I know what a pain it is to get here.

-I taught him how to say the ABCs.
-Is that true?

-Sing it, Matty. Co!
-Yes.

-Did you learn the alphabet, sweetie?
-Yeah.

Can you tell me?

A, B, C, D, E, C

H, l, J, K, L, M, N, O, p

Q, R, S, U, V

W, X, Y and Z

Now l know my ABCs

Ncxt timc won't you sing with mc ?

Cive it up. Come on.

Cet off the phone, bitch. Jesus.

You're low on cigarettes.

If you want to make any friends,
I advise you buy another pack fast.

On account of your personality,
it ain't the best I've ever seen.

Hear you're trying to reach your friend,
the one with your boy.

Yeah, I can't find them. They disappeared.

Oh, hon.

If you could disappear that easy,

believe you me,
I wouldn't be here right now.

Me either.

Think. Use your head.

There's gotta be a way to track them down.

Small Fryc School, front officc.

Hello, this is Angela Creen calling.

Angic, it's Jcnnifcr.

-It's good to hcar from you.
-Yes, hi . How are you?

Yes, it's nice to hear your voice.

Listen, I haven't gotten
a severance check in a while,

and I was hoping I could verify with you

that you have my correct
mailing address and phone number.

Surc, l'll chcck. Can you hold on a scc?

Yes, of course. Thank you.

Ycah, l havc it right hcrc.
Tcll mc if this is right.

3321 Mason Strcct, San Francisco, 04105.

Thc phonc numbcr is 415...

-Hello?
-Angic ? Angic.

Libby? I've tried to call you
a thousand times.

-Is Matty okay? Where is he?
-Ycah, hc's finc.

Everything is fine.

What are you doing in San Francisco?

Put him on thc phonc.

Hey, why are you acting this way?

Because you disappeared,
and I haven't seen my son in a month!

I was just about to call you.

Oh, bullshit!

How can you move and not tell me, Angie?

We were coming to see you next week.

Just put Matty on the phone.

Matty? It's Mommy. Come say hi .

Come here. Here.

Hi , Mommy.

Hello, sweetie pie.

How are you, Matty?

I think about you all the time, honey.
I miss you so much.

Are you doing okay, kiddo?

I love you.

Listen, Matty.
I know that this has been really hard,

but Angie is gonna bring you up
to see me next week, okay?

Yes, Mommy.

Daddy!

Nick?

It's Libby.

Nick?

He was in San Francisco last night.

I have a phone number,
but it's already been disconnected.

No, I don't. . .
I don't have a forwarding address.

He's gone.

Well , don't you have investigators?

Doesn't your company
want to get its $2 million back?

Why aren't you listening to me?
I am innocent.

Yeah, you are! Sure, you are!

We're all innocent!

Hey, I hear you!

You stacked too high.

Yeah, bring both those carts over here.

Put some elbow grease
behind that stirring.

Nobody wants to eat any burned tapioca.

Does it smell like it's burning?

I swear you got shit for brains, girl .

You're in prison. Do you get that?

Nobody wants to listen
to anybody in prison,

so you can just forget
about reopening your case,

or a jailhouse appeal , you got that?

They take years
and they're 05 percent unsuccessful .

So if you want my advice...

-No.
-Well , you're gonna get it.

-You do your time.
-So, what are you now, a lawyer?

Once upon a time.

But they tend to disbar murderers.

And here's your Christmas present.
You ready?

Pay attention, 'cause this is the best
goddamn advice you ever gonna get.

You ever hear of something
called double jeopardy?

Firth Amendment to the Constitution?

No? Well , double jeopardy provides

that no person may be tried
for the same crime twice.

You got that?

Keep stirring.

The state says
you already killed your husband.

They can't convict you of it
a second time.

That means that when you leave here,

you track him down,
and when you find him, you can kill him.

That's right.

You can walk right up to him
in Times Square,

put a gun to his head
and pull the fucking trigger,

and there's nothing
anybody can do about it.

Kind of makes you feel warm
and tingly all over, don't it?

That's right. Keep stirring.

I gotta hand it to you, honey.
It's just sheer hate driving you on.

Honey, the only way
you're gonna look like that

is if I staple the picture
to your forehead.

Just trust me, okay?

Matty's eighth birthday, honey.

Look at this.

You know, Evelyn,
I read that even if a child

is separated from its mother
the day it's born,

it never forgets her voice.

Think that's true?

Course I do.

I feel like I've grown
these past six years.

"Crown"? Honey, they don't want to hear

that you've turned
into some kind of tree, okay?

So you just repeat arter me.

"If I could trade places
with my husband, I would."

"If I could trade places
with my husband, I would."

That's good. Now throw in
a lot of that born-again-Jesus stuff.

-They like that.
-No, listen, listen, listen.

I want you to start with this.

"I'm not sitting in front of you today
to make excuses."

I'm not sitting in front of you today
to try to make any excuses.

I killed my husband.

I've had to live with that every day
for the past six years.

But I swear to you
that I'm a changed person.

Why should we believe you?

I don't think I can ask you to believe me.

All I can really do is believe in myself,

and know that if I were given a chance,
I could do something good with my life.

Make up for the wrong I did.

That was cool . Oh, Mommy!

-Yeah!
-Hey, hey. Talk to me.

Oh, man, did you see that?

...six years telling each other stories

about all the shit
that's been done to you.

A lot of shit's been done to you.
I know that.

But let's imagine that all those people
that did that shit showed up here.

-The man's across the hall .
-Thanks.

Let's imagine that they all
showed up here and apologized.

Would that change the situation
you're in right now?

-Thcrc's thc windup, and thc pitch. . .
-Come in.

Ball two.

I'm Elizabeth Parsons.

What do you have in that box?

Elizabeth Parsons.

The state of Washington
has granted you a conditional parole.

For the next three years, you will observe
all the rules of this facility,

which means no fighting, no fornicating,
no drinking, no drugs.

No exceptions, no excuses.

-Do you understand that?
-Yes.

This is your Social Security card.

You will find gainful
and sustained employment.

You are not to carry a firearm
or a weapon of any kind,

especially a knife.

Curfew is at 8:30.

This is my cell phone number.
Do not lose it.

If you think there's a chance
you will be even five minutes late,

you will call me,
I will have you picked up.

Do you understand that? Cood.

Any violation of these conditions

and your "get out of jail free" card
will be revoked by me,

and you will return to prison

to serve the remainder of your sentence
and maybe then some.

Look right here.

-Is this a problem for you?
-No.

Yes, it is.
Do you want to tell me about him?

No.

No.

I'm gonna have trouble with you, Parsons.

No, sir. No, you're not.
I learned my lesson. I just...

I'm not interested
in your goddamn contrition.

I'm interested in your behavior.
Cet out of here and behave yourself.

You're in room eight on the second floor.

No, you're never
gonna get anywhere like that.

Here.

Nice shampoo.

Now, what are you looking for?

A friend I haven't seen
for a couple of years.

Someone said I should try the Internet.

-This a boyfriend?
-Cirl .

Okay. Well , in that case, I'll help you.

-Does your friend have e-mail?
-I have no idea.

Okay, come on. Let's do some surfing.

-So, what's your friend's name?
-Angela Creen.

Zip code?

How about a Social Security number?

That way we could run a credit report,
and it'll give us her address.

Nope.

She was a school teacher.

Done deal .

And, voilá.

Now, maybe when this thing
has finished its searching,

we could go to this neat little bar I know

and, you know, have a little drink.

-What do you say?
-Yeah.

I just have to check in
with my parole officer first.

-You've been to jail?
-Actually, prison.

Jail is a different thing.

So, what did you do,
not pay your parking tickets?

Oh, no. I was convicted
of murdering my husband.

You're kidding, right?

No, I'm not.

"Sliced and diced," the paper called it.
Can you believe that?

You're not kidding.

No. I said I wasn't.

But it would be nice to have a drink.
I haven't been out in a long time.

Look, I just remembered
I have this appointment with the...

See you.

See you. Sorry.

Book. See you.

Oh, my Cod.

So he takes me out for dinner,
and he feeds me escargot.

-Do you know what those are? Snails.
-Yeah.

Snails, yuck.

But anyway,
the moment I go to bed with him,

the big asshole dumps me.

Jeez, man.

Oh, for Christ's sake,
you nitpicking fuck!

Ruby, do not insult me
by raising your voice.

I'm standing right here,
and I can hear you just fine.

Okay. All right. I'm sorry.

I don't like it
when you call me dirty names.

Please, Mr. Lehman.
Don't do this to me, man.

Okay? I didn't do nothing.

-Where were you this arternoon, Ruby?
-I was at my job.

You were down on Pike Street

wearing lime green hot pants
and fish net stockings.

I was on my way to work, man!

-At McDonald's? In those clothes?
-Yes, that's right.

You haven't been to work in a week!
Cet your stuff.

Look, I'm sorry, man. I won't do it again.

I will never do that shit again.
I promise that.

You blew off your parole,
you're going back. It's that simple.

You fuck.

You fucking cocksucker!

-You got a dirty mouth, Ruby!
-I want one chance!

I just want one chance!

Cod damn you, motherfucker!

You son of a bitch. You mean fucker.

You send me back there, it'll kill me,
you mean son of a bitch!

-Come on.
-Fuck you! Fucking asshole!

Show's over. Co to sleep!

You think I'm a mean son of a bitch?

I think you could have
given her a second chance.

There are no second chances
in this house, baby.

This is the last chance house.
You try to understand that.

-Yeah.
-Yeah, we got it.

What the hell is wrong with that guy?

What I heard, the man used to be
some college whatchamacallit.

-Law teacher or something?
-Yeah, that's right. That's right.

You're kidding.

How does a law professor
end up some place like this?

-'Cause life's a bitch.
-Bitch my ass.

He got a DU I and totaled his car.

I heard he totaled his wife
and his daughter in that accident.

Cirl , you're talking shit.
Nobody got killed.

But by the time his wife
got done with him,

I bet he wished she was dead.

Took everything he had. Including the kid.

Hasn't seen his girl in years.

Libby, it's wrong of you to be here.
It's very wrong.

Rebecca, I'm sorry to bother you,
but you're my only hope.

Sharon? No, you put that down, please.

Libby, I'm sorry. I can't.

I want to find my son.

Matty's had six years with Angie.

I mean, think about it, Libby. Six years.

Oh, Benjamin, that's a great sand castle.

If you come back into his life right now,

it's just gonna cause
more disruption and pain.

Just think about it, Libby, please?
Think about it.

I just want to see him, Rebecca.

Can you give me an address for Angie
so I can see him?

Look, I'm sorry. I really am sorry.

Lauren? Come on.
Cet down, please. That's it.

Where's Parsons?

I don't know. Not here.

Probably just a raccoon.

Check upstairs.

Cutter! Up here!

Shit!

I got her.

There she is.

Shit!

Jesus Christ, Libby.
What are you doing here?

Did you have a nice day at the beach?

You piss me off, Parsons.

Angela Creen. That's the woman
that's got your kid, right?

Can we not talk, please, Lehman?

Okay. All right.

-So why'd she skip town?
-She just skipped town.

Yeah, with your husband, who isn't dead
'cause you didn't kill him?

-Bullshit.
-Okay, I killed my husband.

I chopped him up into little bits,

and I dumped him piece by piece
into the Pacific.

-Are you satisfied?
-No. No.

You were a hell of a lot closer
to your kid three days ago

than you are today.

All you had to do was wait three years.
That's all .

You fucking idiot.

You cannot know what it is like
to sit in prison for six years

and think of nothing else
in the world but your son.

Did I make the right choice?

You ask the wrong question, Lehman.
I didn't have a choice.

Fuck your curfew!

Who's that? Your daughter?

Is that a problem for you, Lehman?

I'm going up top.

Don't go anywhere.

I told you, no, sit down!

Oh, that's nice.

Janey, honey, read your book.

Shit!

Oh, my Cod!

I got him! Crab a hold for me.

The water's pretty cold out there today.

O2 ready.

Is he all right?

I guess he's all right.

Did you voluntarily give her the gun?

Come on, Karl . What do you think?
Hey! Hey.

Sorry. Were you drinking?

-No, I wasn't drinking.
-It's been known to happen.

Do you have any idea where she's gone?

-No.
-All right.

-Well , that's about all , then, isn't it?
-All what?

There'll be an investigation
into your actions today.

And I wouldn't hold my breath
about the prospect of keeping your job.

Karl , give me a break. Coddamn.

Thanks a lot.

Sent your father off to the VFW.

He'll be playing gin for hours.

Some things never change.

He's not as bad
as he used to be, you know.

I'm glad for you, Mama.

I always said
there was good money in tomatoes.

So you're in the market for a BMW?

-Yeah. Who isn't?
-Well , they're the best.

I decided it was finally time to trade up.

Right.

So why don't you check my credit
and see if I can finance this?

Creat. Let me have
your Social Security number,

and I'll get the ball rolling.

Twenty Oriole Terrace,
Evergreen, Colorado.

Is that your current address?

Twenty Oriole Terrace,
Evergreen, Colorado? Sure is.

Didn't you say your name was Angela Creen?

'Cause this says it's Angela Ryder.

Oh, no. I said Ryder. Angela Ryder.

What about the car?

Here. Fill this out and come back to me.

How's tricks, Orbe?

No way.

No way, no way.
I've been clean, Mr. Travis.

I know. I believe you. I do.

What I need is a search
on a lady named Angela Creen.

I've got her Social Security number here.
I'd like you to...

Please. You know I'm not allowed
to give out personal information.

I shouldn't ask you that. I'm sorry.

Speaking of giving out
personal information,

does your employer know you used to
perform the art of fellatio for a living,

you went to prison for it,

-and now you're out on parole?
-Okay. Okay. Shut up.

-You're required by law to tell him.
-All right. Okay.

You're looking good, Orbe.

I know.

Honey, can you get that?

Hi .

-Who is it, Sam?
-Some lady.

May I help you?

I'm looking for my friend, Angela Ryder.
I thought this was her address.

I've never heard of her.

But we've just moved in.

Maybe you should check
with the woman who lives next door.

She's been here 40 years.

Excuse me.

Dearie, whatever you're selling,
I've already got two of them.

I'm just looking for my friend,
Angela Ryder.

She used to live next door.

I'm sorry to be the one to tell you,

but Angie died in the accident.

It was three or four years ago.

It was one of those awful things.

The stove, the gas stove
in their house was leaking.

The explosion knocked out
some of my windows, and...

What about the boy?

Matty? He's such a dear child.

No, he and Simon
weren't there when it happened.

Poor Simon.

I've never seen anyone so grief-stricken.

I'm sure.

Help me out, kiddo.

It would really help if you could remember
what kind of car she was driving.

-Well , it was an old truck.
-Yeah?

It's...

I don't know what year
or make or anything.

Well , what color was it?

Kandinsky?
It's a bit out of our reach, I'm afraid.

I have a few Picasso
and Chagall lithographs.

No. It's Kandinsky
that I'm particularly interested in,

especially his Blue Rider period,
I love that.

Well , let's check Art Scan.

Kandinskys don't become
available too orten, I'm afraid.

Here's a lovely little Miró.

-It's quite reasonable.
-It really needs to be Kandinsky.

Kandinsky, yes.

Here is a lovely
1 022 Kandinsky lithograph.

-It's not quite the. . .
-The 1 011 is all that interests me.

1 011 .

Stop. There.

-Yes. Yes, that's it.
-What?

No. I'm afraid we've missed that.

It was sold to a museum in Munich
six months ago.

Do you think you could find who sold it?
Perhaps they have more.

Well , why, yes. Yes, let's see.

If you'll excuse me a moment.

Yes, sir. Can I help you?

Yes. My name is Travis Lehman.

I'm with the Washington State
Department of Corrections.

I was wondering if...

-Haven't seen anybody come in or out?
-No.

Actually, I'm looking for a young lady.

She seemed so refined.

I would really like to know
what that woman wanted in your gallery.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for Jonathan Devereaux.

Mr. Devereaux is out right now.
He'll be back tonight for the party.

Well , is Matty here?

I don't believe I know you, ma'am.

Maybe you'd like to leave a message.

It's certainly a pleasure
having you stay with us

here at the Monteleone, Mrs. Kritch.

There. My suite has a view?

Your room has a lovely view
of the Mississippi , Mrs. Kritch.

-And I need a masseuse.
-I'll send Jerome right up.

Bruce?

1 420, Mrs. Kritch.

Hello.

I'm sorry. Are you lost?

No. Actually, I'm found.
I just had an hour with Jerome.

Jerome. I've heard that he is marvelous.

He's fabulous.

I haven't felt this good
since the day my husband died.

So I've got something for tonight,
but I think I need Armani .

Yes. Very good, Mrs...

-Kritch. Suite 1 420.
-Of course.

I'll be charging it to my room.

Now, Mrs. Kritch,

I would say that you are a size four?

-A two.
-Of course.

There's a guy waiting for you.

Did you catch that thing?

What did you use for bait?

I caught that big
bucketmouth son of a bitch

off an old Rebel lure my daddy lert me.

Course there's bu bombs, poppers, jigs,

all kinds of things work
back in these waters.

I'm Jim Mangold.

Travis Lehman,
Washington Department of Corrections.

What can I do for you?

-Who's this?
-That's somebody I'm looking for.

Pretty girl .

Yeah. She's very pretty
for a convicted murderer.

She jumped parole on me.

Mr. Lehman, I'd love
to be able to help you, sir.

No, I don't want you guys to go
to any trouble. I can handle matters.

I just came down
as a professional courtesy,

since she's in New Orleans

and she came here to kill
one of your prominent citizens.

And just how is she planning
on doing that?

I don't know. She'll probably use
the .38 Special she stole from me.

Roy Lee!

Cet these in the works now.

-She looks lovely.
-Invitation, please.

Enjoy your evening.

Cood evening. Thank you.

Invitations, please.
Yes, I need to see your invitation.

Enjoy your evening. Your invitation?

Cood evening.

What a remarkable wrap.

Where on earth did you find that?

The First Lady asked me the same thing
when we stayed at the White House,

and I wouldn't tell her either.

-Your invitation, sir?
-I got it right here.

Enjoy your evening.

-Cood evening, miss.
-Cood evening.

Mcntion work and you go bcrscrk

'causc you hatc to do a stitch

lfyou'rc so smart

how comc you ain't rich ?

You'rc out for a ridc
on thc road to famc

yct you wind up in a ditch

lfyou'rc so smart

how comc you ain't rich ?

Hcrshcy startcd with a chocolatc bar

Wriglcy with a stick of gum

plantcrs took his pcanuts
and travclcd far

Now tcll mc what's with you, chum?

L'vc bccn hcarin' all about
all your big idcas

Sincc you startcd
What's thc hitch ?

Ifyou'rc so smart

how comc you ain't rich ?

How comc you ain't rich ?

Cood evening, mcsdamcs and mcssicurs.

Cood evening!

We're delighted
you're with us this evening

on this very special occasion.

And, as is the custom in New Orleans,

since even before
the War of Northern Aggression,

we offer the ladies of this fair city

our first bachelor
to be placed on the auction block,

our host, Jonathan Devereaux.

Where is that man? Where is that man?

-Hey, Jonathan.
-Thank you, Louis.

You all having a good time?

Now then, ladies, what you see before you

is a moderately-presentable man
in his 30s,

given to unhealthy thoughts
and a dissipated lifestyle,

with, and this is what's gonna cost you
the really big money,

absolutely no redeeming moral virtue.

Five hundred.

Dear woman,
my cuff links cost more than that.

Do I hear a thousand?

-A thousand.
-Thank you.

Two thousand.

All right. Now, did I just hear the voice
of the charming Miss Monroe?

'Cause I was just starting to worry,

beginning to think you didn't care.

Twenty-five hundred.

Twenty-five hundred. We have a new bidder.

Twenty-five hundred.

Three thousand.

Five thousand.

Firty-five hundred.

We have 5,500. Will ...

Will the lady take us to six?

Ten thousand dollars.

Well , see, at last,
someone who knows my true value.

Now, Miss Monroe,
I believe the bid is to you at $1 0,500.

Well , you can have him, honey.

Believe me, he ain't worth that much.
I know from personal experience.

Yeah. Thank you, honey.

All right, going once.

Coing twice.

-Sold to the woman in the back.
-Sold!

Ten thousand dollars.

Now, would you like to come forward
to claim your prize, young lady?

Hello, Nick.

Well , aren't you gonna give me a kiss?

I think I've earned it.

And now...

I'll make this real easy for you, Nick.

I'll make you an offer you can't refuse.

You used to love a good deal , didn't you?

-Can we just take this some place private?
-I don't think so.

I remember what happened
the last time we were alone.

I don't believe we've met.
I'm Suzanne Monroe.

I'm Libby. I'm his wife.

Well , Jonathan!

A minute ago a bachelor,
and now you're married.

You don't waste any time.

You been in New Orleans long?

I'm just passing through town
to pick up my child.

-I'll be leaving very soon.
-How nice.

We're finally putting the past behind us

and moving on with our lives,
aren't we, Jonathan?

Sure.

I do have one question, though.

How long were Angie and you fucking
before you decided to get rid of me?

Would you excuse us, please?

Yeah, sure. Co ahead.

-Where is he, Nick?
-Libby. Libby...

You destroyed my life
and I will destroy yours,

unless you give me Matty.

-Listen.
-That's all I want.

Listen. Let me explain something to you.

You have to understand something.
We were going under.

We were gonna lose everything.

And if I'd had any guts,
I would have killed myself,

but I was trying to protect you.

That's why I got the life insurance.

So I would be out of the picture
and you and Matty would be okay.

And I just never believed
they would convict you.

They did, Nick.

And the thing with Angie happened later.

It was just. . . It was a nightmare.

And the worst part of it
was being away from you.

So is that why you killed her?

That was an accident.

Nice try, Nick. I'm not buying.

It's bullshit.

I will swear on the life of our son.

Don't you fucking dare.

You can keep your hotel ,
your fancy accent, and your new name.

-Just give me Matty.
-Look, I understand.

No. Now. Cive him to me now.

Libby, it's the middle of the night.
I can't just walk away.

-Do you think I'm stupid?
-No, I don't think you're stupid.

I won't let you slip away once again.

It's too far to Matty's school .
You've got to be patient.

I've been patient for six years.

-Do I hear 2,000? Ladies?
-I want my child.

Thank you. You're a beautiful woman.

I'll call you tomorrow, Nick.
No screwing around.

Coing twice.
Okay, 2,000 for the lady in red.

Excuse me.
Do you know where Mr. Devereaux is?

-He's at the bar, sir.
-Over here?

-Yes, sir.
-Thank you.

You ready to spend some money?

Who's gonna start us off here?
Who's gonna go?

I'm sorry. Thank you, Marcel .

-Can I offer you a drink?
-No, thanks.

Wait a second. Let me guess.
I take you for scotch and soda.

Well , I'll have a Diet Coke, please.

Well , all right,
but I bet you used to drink

and now you're on the wagon.

Ten dollars says I'm right.

You sure you've never seen
this woman before?

-No, I'm positive.
-Okay.

Let me get it straight, though.
She believes that I'm her husband.

-Oh, yeah.
-Whom she killed.

Yes, sir.

That's pretty far-fetched.

Far-fetched or not, she is in New Orleans,

she does have a gun,
she is looking for you.

Well , thank you.
I'll alert our security people.

You do that.

Cops have been passing these out.

No reward. Screw them.

You're gonna be posted
in every hotel in town.

So much for a good night's sleep.

Take this. Cet out of here.

Thanks a lot.

Let's go, Lehman. We spotted your girl .

Where'd she go, Dilbert?

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

-Hey!
-I'm sorry.

-What do you think you're doing?
-No. I'm very sorry, ma'am.

I thought you were somebody else.
It was a case of mistaken identity.

Have a good evening.

I take it that ain't her.

Mr. Lehman.

-Come in.
-Thank you.

-May I offer you a Cuban cigar?
-No, thanks.

Well , as you can see,
I'm alive and kicking.

Yeah.

So, what can I do for you this morning?

We spotted the Parsons woman
in the Quarter last night.

She got away.

I just came by to find out
if you'd heard from her.

Not a peep.

Do you have any idea
why she's fixated her lunacy on you?

Well , the world's full of crazy people,
am I right?

Yes, you are right.

Truer words were never spoken.

Those are nice pictures there.

Did your kids do them?

No.

Those pictures are by
a very great artist named Kandinsky.

But why do I think you already knew that?

Excuse me for a second.

Yes?

-This is a business call .
-Oh, I'm sorry.

I hope you'll excuse me.
You let yourself out that back door.

It leads down to the kitchen.

Yeah. Cet the chef to fix you
a fabulous New Orleans breakfast.

-Thanks.
-I recommend the Eggs St. Jacques.

Oh, boy. That sounds good.

-I have your card.
-Okay.

Morning, darling.
I hope you had a nice night.

I want you to bring Matty
to Lafayette Cemetery number three.

A cemetery?
That's an odd choice for a reunion.

It's a big tourist place, Nick.
Lot of people around.

You're a smart girl .
I can have him there by 4:00.

Where's Matty?

Relax. He was nervous.

So I just told him
he could go play inside.

There he is.

Matty? Come over here, son.

Oh, Matty.

-Okay, I'll get him for you.
-No! No.

That's something I want to do.

Matty?

Matty?

Hey, kiddo.

Hey, Matty!

Matty?

Matty, it's Mommy.

Mr. Lehman, you're gonna have
to learn to relax, son.

What have you got your panties
in such a twist about, anyhow?

You ever arrest anybody
you thought was innocent, Mangold?

Nope.

Course there's no information
on Jonathan Devereaux

that's over three years old.

Three years ago the guy didn't exist.

So he changed his name.

Lots of folks change their name, Lehman.

That don't make them a criminal .

Yeah, but I'm betting he changed it
from Simon Ryder,

and before that, it was Nick Parsons.

-But you can't prove it.
-No.

Hey! Is that long distance?

Bill me.

Lucy, hi . This is Travis. Listen.

I want you to get the DMV to fax me
a Washington driver's license photograph

of onc Nicholas parsons.

L'm at thc Ncw Orlcans policc Dcpartmcnt.

-You better talk to Mr. Carruthers.
-Travis!

His colon is twisted in a knot.

Cive me that.

I've had to cover
your office for you, Travis.

-Whcrc thc hcll arc you?
-Listen to me, Karl .

I think maybe this Parsons woman
has been telling the truth.

You'rc not a law profcssor
anymorc, Travis.

You're barely even a parole officer.

So stop playing Mission lmpossiblc and. . .

All l nccd

is a DMV driver's license photograph
of Nicholas Parsons.

-It's that simplc.
-You get back here today

because tomorrow, you're going
in front of the Commissioner.

Karl , I know I'm right.

You give me a chance, okay?

Now, I'm asking you politely.

You send me that goddamn picture!

Hey!

Hey!

It's not him.

See, Lehman, the thing is,
every now and again,

we all want to believe in something,

but we just keep forgetting
that 00.0 percent of the time,

life just flat don't work out.

I hadn't thought of that, Mangold.
Thanks. I feel a lot better now.

Any time, hoss. Any time.

Hold it. Hold it right here.

It's over, Libby.

Oh, Travis.

Messages.

Thank you.

Mr. Devereaux?

Mr. Lehman.

I'm sorry. This is really not a good time.

I understand.

A lot of people feel that way about me.
But I have good news.

Won't take long.

-Well?
-Well ...

Turns out I owe you
an apology, Mr. Devereaux.

Arter our last conversation
I started thinking

maybe that Parsons woman is telling
the truth about who you used to be.

So I asked the Washington State
Department of Motor Vehicles

to send me a driver's license photograph
of Nicholas Parsons.

And?

And this is what came up.

Well ...

We all make mistakes.
I mean, there's no harm done.

Then I thought about it some more,

and it occurred to me what a common name

Nicholas Parsons is.

You know, it turns out there were six.

And this...

was number three.

I never liked that picture.

So, Mr. Lehman,
you came here to make a deal ,

otherwise, I guess you would
have gone straight to the police, so...

question is, what's your price?

-A million dollars.

It's a nice round figure, right?

All right. But you're gonna have
to give me a couple of days.

No way. One million dollars, right now.

Mr. Lehman, it's nine o'clock at night.
I can't just...

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait.

I have $1 00,000 in the safe here.

And you can have that now.

I'll get you the rest tomorrow.

You got a deal .

We do have one other problem,
and that's Mrs. Parsons.

She could still make
a lot of trouble for us, even from prison,

and I really don't need that.

-Well , I think I've solved that problem.
-What do you mean?

Let's just say
the problem has been buried.

Really?

She's gone, I promise you.

You're not very good
at keeping promises, Nick.

You gonna do something?

What are you talking to me for?
She's the one with the gun.

They're tough in Louisiana, Libby.

You shoot me,
they'll give you the gas chamber.

No, they won't.

It's called double jeopardy.
I learned a few things in prison, Nick.

I could shoot you
in the middle of Mardi Cras

and they can't touch me.

As an ex-law professor,
I can assure you she is right.

Where's my son?

In St. Albans School in Ceorgia,
all right?

You have your son back.
You got what you want.

I haven't felt that good in six years.

I don't want to kill you, Nick.
I just want you to suffer like I suffered.

What she means, Nick, is,
you're going to prison...

for murder.

-Who did I supposedly murder?
-Me.

All you've got is an old fax photo.

Which supplies the motive.

Your wife, whom you had framed,
tracks you down,

and to keep her from exposing you,
you kill her.

You won't get away with it.

-Wcll, l think l'vc solvcd that problcm.
-What do you mcan ?

Lct'sjust say
thc problcm has bccn buricd.

-Rcally?
-Shc's gonc, l promisc you.

Taped confessions
are very persuasive in court, Nick,

and of course there is
the physical evidence

that we're gonna put
in the trunk of your car.

A shovel , hair, my fingerprints,
a little blood.

Don't forget the gasoline.

It'll look like you burned
and buried my body,

just like you say on the tape.

The prosecution rests.

You better get out of here.
Nobody wants a dead woman walking around

when the police are trying
to arrest a guy for her murder.

Wait a minute. I'll take that gun.

Well , Lehman, you gonna live?

I doubt it.

Miss Parsons, since you are
still legally his wife,

I expect you just inherited yourself
a right fine little hotel here.

Not interested.

I guess I'm gonna take off now.

No. No, you're not.

You're a parole violator.
You're in my custody.

You're going with me to Seattle,

where I will demand
a full pardon and a parade

and a little pink poodle on a key chain.

Come on, Ryan, pass it!

Come on, man, come on!

What are you waiting for?

Co on.

I don't know if I've ever been
so scared in my whole life.

I think a big part of me
never thought I'd really find him.

What if he doesn't recognize me?

-I mean, maybe arter all this time. . .
-Damn, woman!

Because of you,
I have lost a perfectly good used car,

and a not-so-good job.

If you don't go to this kid right now,

I'm gonna have you arrested for stupidity.

Co on.

Thanks, Lehman.

You saved my life.

You saved mine too.

-Coach Matthews. How you doing?
-Nice to meet you.

It'll be halrtime soon.

Halrtime!

Matty.

Matty.

Hi .

Do you know who I am?

They told me you were dead.

No, sweetheart.