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HARVEY: Your bath is
drawn, Mrs. Kelly.

And I've popped a Dom '56 from
Mr. Kelly's private stock.

Your beluga is beside the tub.

Thank you, Harvey.

Will there be anything
else before I leave?

- [giggle]
- Honey, honey, no.

Yes.

I've got a meeting in an hour.

Great.

A quickie.

Nothing rumpled above your
cummerbund, I promise.

A little bubbly first, Madame?

[giggle] I would fire
my real butler for that.

Mm.

That's good champagne.

You did get that from
Roland's stock, didn't you?

[giggle] He would die.

I'll replace it.

Don't bother.

There'll be a lot more than
his high class champagne

missing when he gets back.

Like maybe his wife.

Harvey, don't joke around
about stuff like that.

I'm not kidding, angel.

This little guy is our
ticket out of here.

Enough dirt on a
certain Palm Beach

biggie to make him pay
dearly for my silence.

That's why I'm going to
this meeting tonight.

Harvey, what are
you talking about?

Who is this biggie?
- No, no, no.

It's a surprise.

I'll tell you when I get back.

We'll celebrate big.

You're talking about
blackmail, aren't you?

I'm talking
about us flying out

tomorrow and writing our "Dear
Johns" on the way to Paris.

Well.

Well.

Just be careful, OK.

I love you.

Oh, me too.

We've got seven minutes
to spare, Madame.

We don't have any
moments to spare, Harvey.

We're going to use all of them.

All right.

Just a quickie.

But then I'm history.

[ticking]

[theme music]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

RITA LEE LANCE (VOICEOVER):
When a high point

in your social life is trying
a new kind of frozen pizza,

a night out can be
a very big deal.

And the next morning is not the
time for an early wake-up call,

especially not from the
guy that you see regularly.

Strictly on business that is,
almost always ugly business.

Chris.

Oh, Rita, you look
like h-- are you sick?

I put in for this day off
a week ago, one lousy day.

I'm s-- I forgot.

Look.

Why didn't you say
something when I called?

Yeah.

Well, it hurt to talk,
Sam, and it still does.

Uh, big night.

Who was the guy?

[sigh] Why don't you tell me?

What?

Oh, uh, guy's name
is Harvey Lane.

No wallet.

Found his business
card in the car.

He was shot once
right in the pump.

You know, Sam, I want you to
go home and get some sleep,

all right.

I'll solo.

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

You wouldn't-- you
wouldn't have called me

at 6:00 AM any day
of the week just

for a routine robbery-homicide.

Now, would you, Sam?
Hm?

No.
I wouldn't.

Why would this guy be at the
beach by himself in a tux, huh?

And time of death was
roughly between 6,

10 o'clock last night.

No way.

This place stays busy
at least till midnight.

And this-- this guy was
not shot in a crowd.

You got it.

So what do you think?

You up for coming to
his office with me?

Check it out?

Sure.

Just take it easy on
the turns, all right.

We'll stop off and get
a chili dog somewhere.

Ah.

It looks like Harvey
does all right.

CHRIS LORENZO: Yeah.

Hustler for the idle rich.

How's your headache?

Sam.

What?

I can move my tongue
without it hurting.

I think I'll live.
- [chuckle]

Take a look at this.

CHRIS LORENZO: Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Nice.

A lot nicer than his wife.
- Wait a minute.

What makes you so sure
that that's not his wife?

Husband, wife.

Mistress.

RITA LEE LANCE: Oh.

Let's check her photograph ID.

Huh.

Solonge.

It is so nice,
seeing you both again.

And anything I can do for
you, Detective Lorenzo,

it will be my great
pleasure to supply.

What's going on here?

I'm propositioning you.

No, no, no.

You misunderstand.

No.

This, this, this, this.

Oh, you, Rita.

You are so pretty.

No, no.

Solonge, I'm talking
about this-- this--

Oh, this is a magazine
commercial, perfume.

CHRIS LORENZO: Oh.

It's very nice.

You like?

It's a very big shoot for me.

I love big shoots.

CHRIS LORENZO: I'll bet you do.

Solonge, you always
dress like this for work?

For some jobs I
do not dress at all.

I'm very talented.

You like French cuisine?

I cater your next party.

Actually, that sounds great,
but we just need some names

to go along with these faces.

Oh.

One of George's galas.

George Bingham.

Bad lover.

Good citizen.

I donate art sculpture to his
annual charity art auction.

May I sculpt you
both in the nude?

Solonge.
Take a pill.

More names if you would.

[sigh] Harvey and Anne
Lane and mon ami Carla.

Carla and Roland Kelly.

"Ca-lay," now is that like
the French town, Calais?

No, no, no.

No, it's-- K-E-L-L-Y.

Kelly?

Kelley.

I uh-- I sleep with
Roland occasionally.

Hey and Carla don't get along?

SOLONGE: Oh no.

Did my ancester
Marie Antoinette get

along with the guillotine, hm?

No.

Carla is middle class.

Roland's Palm Beach society
does not accept her,

so things are very, very bad.
Poor baby.

Here.

Oh yeah.

That feels great.

[sigh] You're really good.

You don't know how good.

I give you both full body
treatments tonight, oui?

Uh.

- We're going to be tied up.
- Yeah.

Yeah.
- Fine.

If it turns you on.

Chains?

CARLA KELLY: Yeah.

A friend called and told me.

It's really awful.

Roland and I were very
fond of Harve and Anne.

Is your husband
home, Mrs. Kelly?

No.

He's in Europe.

Why?

Why do you want to talk to him?

Why do you even want to
talk to me for that matter?

We were just acquaintances.

Is that right?

What the hell do you want?

Harvey's murder was made
to look like a robbery.

You have any idea why?

You know why.

The Royal Palms are
esteemed upper crust.

You know, they
don't like scandal.

So why don't you just write it
off to some of your little riff

raff doings, OK?

Why are you even here
checking it out, huh?

Is just for show, is that it?

Sounds like your Royal Palm
buddies talk to you, not us.

Those snobs don't talk to
me, but I know their power.

So did Harve.

And he wouldn't
stop fighting them.

So if you had been killed,
then he definitely would

be trying to help us, right?

Look.

It wasn't just a fling, OK.

We wanted to leave over a year
ago, but Harve wanted money.

Anne owned him.

He didn't have a
dime to his name.

Their maid said that
she's in St. Croix.

Yeah.

What do you want
to bet she doesn't

even make the funeral, huh?

She's got a place
there, you know.

She has a place.

I tried to tell Harve
that money didn't matter,

but you know he just--

so uh, he had dirt
on some big name, OK.

Dirt.

That's all I know.

He had a little
desk, and he went

to George Bingham's last night
to try and hit on somebody big.

This Bingham, he's
a big fundraiser?

Yeah.

He's a creep.

Tries to feel me
up all the time.

He's got a filthy mouth, and
all this Sister Theresa stuff.

Mother Theresa.

Whatever.

He's still a creep.

OK.

I don't know if he
could do that to Harve,

but if you're really going
to go after whoever did it,

I'd really like to help.

Because I think I really
do owe it to Harve.

LT. HUDSON: I don't think so.
Looks risky.

Leads are thin.

Politically it
could be a disaster.

Lieutenant, we've gone
undercover with less.

All right.

The crime scene was faked, the
victim's office was tossed.

And plus, we've got
Carla Kelly's story.

Are you sure you
aren't made yet?

No.

The only person that
knows us is Carla and uh--

- Solonge.
- Solonge.

Solonge?
Wait a minute.

Solonge who?
Or what?

Look.
This could be good.

This could be it.

- She could be our way in.
- Yeah.

Wait a minute.

Would somebody please
tell me who Solonge is?

Solonge.

She is a photographer.

She's practically a celebrity.

She is a regular
in the social swim.

And I have a feeling that
she will cooperate with us.

Mhm.

You have a feeling?

I have a big feeling.

OK.

OK.

Going to have to
set some things out.

You need a credit history,
family background,

and I want you two
to go easy on this.

Society crime is a
delicate item here.

This society crime is
a murder, Lieutenant.

Just remember
this is Palm Beach.

You do this, you
have to stay cool.

After all, you're
going to be a very

wealthy well-bred young couple.

Well, I guess that's why
our check-in was delayed.

They needed time to emboss this.
- No.

They needed time
to check us out.

Probably need more than
cash to get into this place.

You need a pedigree.

Well, you have to admit
that, we have definitely

pulled worst duty than this.

We never played
husband and wife before.

No.

We haven't.

Kinda strange.

[knocking]

Solonge.

CHRIS LORENZO: Oui oui.

Come in.

Very nice.

Very nice.

Very nice.

Yes, you look very
nice too, Solonge.

Are we in?

I try so hard to be close
to you, Rita, both of you.

But we never seem to make it.

I don't know why I'm
trying so hard to help you.

Could be that little incident
that we pulled you out of.

I think the DA called it
corrupting public morals.

Yes.

The four men, the
open convertible.

You remember that?

That was performance art.

Ah.

It was a good performance.

Not to mention the snake.

The SPCA found out about that,
they'd be all over your case.

It didn't seem to mind.

Yes.

George Bingham knows
that Jack and Sheila

Wellman of the Scarsdale
Wellmans are here.

Good.

So he knows that we're here.

Are we in?

[knocking]

It's so busy here.

Oh.

[clears throat] Yes?

Oh, thank you.

The Wellmans.

That's us.

[clears throat] Oh, we have
been invited to a private party.

Could you tell Mr. Bingham
that we'll be there?

That'd be great.

What?

Oh yeah.

Yes.

A dollar?

I didn't have a five.

[chatter]

[camera clicks]

To the Wellmans.

ALL: Here, here.

Here, George.

Move in a little.

A memento of the moment.

Three of my favorites.

George, and Sheila, and Jack.

Oui.

Jack, George wouldn't
tell you this himself,

but this little dinner party
for you, it was all his idea.

Well then, to George.
ALL: To George.

To George.

I'd always heard
that young Jackson

Wellman III was a recluse.

Well, Muff changed all that.

Right, Muff?

[laugh] Yes.

Actually, Jacky and I
were thinking about taking

a stroll on the beach later.

We heard there was a murder.

Is it safe?

If you want ocean, we
can arrange a yacht for you

tomorrow.

Well, better yet, Jack, I've
got a 40-foot Yardley sloop.

And it's fast.

Ooh, a fast girl.

WOMAN: Sheila, how do you
keep your fabulous figure?

Oh.

No, actually, I just woke
up with an upset stomach

this morning.

Rita.

You've only been
married a month.

Well, Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick.

[laugh]

If you all will
excuse me for a moment.

Thanks.

Thank you, George.

And there was a blurb in
Forbes about your marriage.

It said the Wellman family
fortune could quite possibly

retire the national debt.

[laugh] Well, I--

I haven't heard father say
anything about paying it yet.

Thank you very much.

[laughter]

Carla, what are
you doing here?

Hi.
Nice party, huh.

Nothing but the best
for George, I suppose.

Listen.

I came to tell you guys that
I got to leave town tonight.

It's a family thing.

So sorry no more help on my end.

Wait.

Do you have any idea
why Bingham would

give us this dinner party?

I guess to see if young Jack
has any real money of his own,

huh?

These bashes of George's cost
about 50 grand a plate, so.

Listen.

I really gotta go.

Good luck.

All right.

Thanks.

So tomorrow night,
huh, 50 a plate donation.

Well, you know, after this
bash that George threw

this evening I was thinking more
along the lines of 500 a plate.

Well, a toast.

To our first million
dollar donor of the season.

ALL: Here, here.

[laugh]

[loud slap]

Come home a few days early,
and what do I find, huh?

You slut.

How many people know?

Nobody knows.

All my friends?

Oh yeah.

You just had to prove that
they were right about you, huh?

- Please stop.
- Oh, you love it rough.

You do.

Was-- was dead old Harve rough?

Huh?

Come on, Precious.
I want details.

You're hurting me.

Was he rough?

Fine!

You want details?

I'll give you details.

But this one I don't
think you're ready for.

[beeping]

Oh yeah.
Piece of cake.

Now, let's drop in
on dear old George.

Look.

I still don't think
this is a good idea.

It's just a little
game of follow the cash.

And right now, it's all
heading in Bingham's direction.

[sigh]

This little charity gala
event that he's planning.

Yeah.

Solonge said there's an
annual auction of donated art.

He gets it for free, and
he sells it for cash.

Yeah.

Plus the fact this is where
Harvey Lane was heading

the night he was murdered.
- Wait a minute.

Do you think that's
motive enough for murder?

Charity fraud?

Yeah.

If it's a scam it
could be big bucks.

Yeah.

Real big bucks when someone
offers in 10 times the money

they asked for.
- All right.

He said 50 a plate.

I mean in my world, you
don't presume zeros.

Well, that serves
you right when you

didn't discuss it with Muffin.

[gunshot]

All right stay right here.

OK.

GEORGE BINGHAM: You
stay there too, Jack.

CHRIS LORENZO: I am so
embarrassed about this.

You know, it's these
damn rental cars.

I mean this-- this never would
have happened in the Ferrari.

RITA LEE LANCE: See we were on
our way back from the beach,

and it just quit.

So we had to find a
phone and call for help.

There's no phone in your car?

No, of course, there's
a phone in our car.

But this is a rental
car, and in rental cars

they don't have phones.

Figure that.

We're-- we're embarrassed.

I-- [laugh] I am
not believing this.

Yes.

Incredible that
you just happened

to wander up to my house.

Funny thing.

We were talking about
that earlier-- stunning,

actually stunning that-- that--

right, Muff?
- Really.

It's-- it's embarrassing.

I-- So I uh--

I guess if the matter
is all cleared up now--

POLICEMAN: Well, it
seems like there was

a big misunderstanding here.

Eh, Mr. Bingham?

Yes, of course.

Best to forget the whole thing.

Sorry to have
troubled you officers.

No trouble at all.

Have a good night.

You'll spend the
night of course.

Uh.
No.

No, we-- we--
- George, look.

We don't want to
be any more bother.

All right.
We'll just call a cab.

Not at this hour.

And it's no bother.
- No.

Really.
We don't mind.

We couldn't.
- But you must.

I have plenty of room.

You might find you even like
it better than the Beacon.

Really I insist.

Well--

Uh.

- George, if you insist.
- Sure.

Good then.

It's settled.

Excuse me.

I'll see to your room.

- Perfect set up, Sam.
- Yeah.

A little too perfect.

You know what?

I think he wants us to stick
around so he can check us out.

Yeah.

But he can't do that tonight,
so I will watch on his door

and you can search.
- All right.

Let's wait a couple hours.

Make sure he's down.

OK.

Your room will
be ready shortly.

This is Claudette.

Good evening.

She'll assist you
with any of your needs.

Sleepwear, Claudette.

And hurry.

You know, George.

You have been so
superb about all this.

I mean first the dinner and
now understanding about this.

How can I repay you?

You already have,
very generously.

Oh, the pledge.

The pledge, darling.

You know what.

Why don't we go ahead
take care of that now?

Muff, what did we say?
- It was--

- A mil?
- A mil.

I think.
Yes.

Good round number.

All right.

Who do I make this out to?

Most donors
prefer a bank draft.

Checks are rarely used here.

You got it.

I'll call the bank first
thing in the morning,

and I'll have them send it to?

We can take care of
that in the morning.

Brandy?

- Oh, thank you.
- Thank you.

Darling.

You must be feeling
better, Sheila.

Yes.

You said you broke down on
the way home from the beach.

Yes actually we
took a midnight

stroll in our scruffies.

Didn't we, darling?

[sexy growl]

And maybe a skinny dip.

Did you have sex in the water?

[laugh] George, you
are such a kidder.

No.

You know, I saw
"Jaws" five times.

I don't fool around
in a dark ocean.

No.

Then you must be very aroused.

I'll make sure your bed's ready.

Thank you.

Hi, handsome.

You look pretty
stupid yourself.

What?

Why don't you come
right over here with me.

I've got something for you.

What?

You're making me so hot.

(WHISPERING) There's a
camera on the ceiling.

I think he's watching us.

What?

Just move.

Oh, Muff.

You make me so hot.

- Oh, Jack.
- You animal.

Oh.

Oh.

That feels so good.

Watch where you put your hands.

You are so--

Oh yes.

Oh, Muff.

Oh yes.

[giggle]

[phone ringing]

Hello.

ROLAND KELLY (ON PHONE):
George, it's Roland.

Yes.

ROLAND KELLY (ON
PHONE): We got trouble.

I need to see you.

Um.

Yes.

I understand.

I'll take care of it.
ROLAND KELLY (ON PHONE): Great.

Be sure that you do.

A little to late
for a social call.

I'm going to-- uh, I'm
going to check it out.

[car starts]

Do you think it's safe?

A lot safer than
staying up here.

Yeah.

Uh.

Turn around.

Why?

Turn around.

What?

I'm going to put my pants on.

So turn around.

Pillow bag.

Pillow.
Pillow bag.

OK.

Hey.

Hi.

Did you find anything?

No.

Not yet.

Looks like Mr. Charity doesn't
do much business at home.

Look at this.

This guy must roll tape
on all of his guests.

He's a real sicko.

Must have his own
cataloging system.

All the tapes have numbers.

But there's no ID.

CHRIS LORENZO: Disk has got
to be around here somewhere.

I bet he's got cameras
everywhere in this house.

(WHISPERING) Three
and a half inch disk.

(WHISPERING) Great.
Put it in.

Let's see what we get.

We might get lucky.

Let's see what's on
it and get out of here.

This guy could be
home any minute.

RITA LEE LANCE: Yeah.

Well he may be
gone for the night.

He may have gotten so
aroused watching us

that he went out and
got a girl for himself.

- Rita.
- No.

I know, Chris.

We shouldn't talk about it now.

This is not a good
time to talk--

Forget it.
We're not alone.

You know, fine.

I will call a cab.

Well, fine.

You go ahead and call a cab.
- Mr. Wellman.

Sorry to wake you.

Had to use the phone.
- Oh.

There's one in your
room by the bed.

I understand that.

But it wouldn't dial out.

Oh.

I'll go take a look for you.

Thank you.

Ugh.

OK.
We got to get out of here.

You know, I knew I never
should have married you.

My mother was absolutely right.

And if this is the
way it's going to be,

well, no thank you.

I heard the stories about
you and your Aunt Nancy.

I never thought they were true.

You may be able to get away
with something like that

with an old lady,
but I am not going

to let you touch me like that.

You're disgusting.
- Sorry about this, George.

RITA LEE LANCE: You're a pig!
- Nag!

George, um--

I'm sorry.

This is really rude.

I think it's best
if we leave now.

The cab is on the way.

RITA LEE LANCE: Good!

Yes.
Yes.

I understand I think.

But may I say I enjoyed having
you while you were here.

Thank you.

I will finish with
you at the hotel.

Nag.

What?

We got to talk.

No.

We do not have to talk about it.

Come on, Rita.

We got to talk about that
kiss, about what happened.

[phone ringing]

Oh no.

Hello.

Chris, where
have you guys been?

Lieutenant, look.

It's 4:00 AM.

Yeah.

Tell me about it.

Look here.

When's the last time
you saw Carla Kelly?

CHRIS LORENZO: Uh.

What.

Rita saw her earlier tonight,
but she had to leave town.

LT. HUDSON (ON PHONE): Yeah.

Well, I'm afraid she didn't.

She just killed her husband.

Just thought you'd want to know.

Well, we had a fight.

Roland and I had some
really bad fights.

We had-- we had some doozies.

You told me that
you were leaving town.

Yeah.
I was leaving town.

I was really scared.

Roland called me from
Berlin and said that he

knew about me and Harve.

Except he was probably
not in Berlin at all.

He was probably just calling
me from Miami, you know.

Why would he do that?

Just to get me
to do what I did.

Just try and scare me
enough so that I would try

and split before he got home.

He had a real fun sense of
humor that way, you know.

But I didn't make it in
time, and um, he caught me.

And that's what
started the fight?

Yeah.

Well, it wasn't really
a fight, you know.

He was just sort of
beating the crap out of me.

And, um, after a few hours
I decided, hey, you know,

what the hell?

I just decided to
spill my guts to him.

I told him everything about
me and Harve and everything.

What does everything mean?

Oh, um, I fudged a little bit.

And then I told him that
Harvey had some dirt on him

that I was going to rock
Palm Beach with, you know.

Boy, he really like that.

That really ticked him off.

Anyway, then he um--

he went to his office.

And then I took
some sleeping pills.

And I went to bed.

What time was that?

I don't know.

I can't remember.

I just woke up, and I thought
I heard something, you know.

And uh-- this alarm system
was going really loud.

And you know, I'd taken all
these pills and everything.

And it was crazy.

And then I--

I came downstairs, and I--

I was just standing there.

And I had this gun in my hand.

And I, you know, saw Roland
there lying on the floor.

And he was shot.

And was dead.

Did you do it, Carla?

Did you shoot him?

Uh.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I guess I did.

Yeah.

I hate to do this.

You're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used

against you in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed to you.

CHRIS LORENZO: I
don't understand.

CARLA KELLY: I didn't
kill him all right.

The shot woke me up.

I went downstairs.

I picked up the gun before I
was even thinking about it.

And then, you know,
the cops came,

and I figured,
hey, what the hell?

Why disappoint the
Royal Palms, you know?

Carla Kelly, adulteress
and murderess.

Hell, it'd make their year.

You told us last
night that you

killed him after he beat you.

Yeah.

That's because I knew
I'd been set up, OK.

I also know I
couldn't beat this.

My lawyer says I got a really
good self-defense case.

That's what I'm going to do.

Plead guilty, but self-defense.

Look, I know that I
said I would, you know,

try and get him for
Harvey and all that stuff,

but, uh, I can't do it.

All right.

I quit.

They win.

Carla, we think
that Bingham may

have committed both murders.

All right.

You keep a guilty plea you
ruin our chances for a tie-in.

You said that Harvey
showed you a disk.

You remember if it
had a label on it?

No.

We found one at Bingham's
marked Granger Trust.

It turns out it's a big
charity outfit in Atlanta.

You think that's a
connection with Harvey's dirt.

CHRIS LORENZO: It could be.

It's asking for an entry
code, and we haven't

been able to crack it yet.

Look.

Do you remember-- did It
have a symbol, any names?

Sam, I'm um--
I'm going to go to the bullpen.

I'll see you there.
- Yeah.

OK.

All right.

Look, um, you guys are
really nice people, you know.

Why don't you just back off
before you get creamed too, OK?

I'm telling you.

These people are ruthless.

All right.

They don't like scandal.

Don't you get it?

Listen, Carla.

For what it's worth,
I know what it's

like to be an outsider here.

These people act
like they don't see

you, like they don't hear you.

They make you feel
like you don't matter.

But don't you let them get you
to start thinking like they do.

All right.

You fight them, Carla.

You fight these bastards,
and you make them see you.

You make them hear you.

You're coming to a crossroads.

Make a good choice.

Rita, Rita, Rita.

Unbelievable.

Look.

Look at that.

All right.
Any luck?

Not luck, Sam.

Brilliant reasoning.

The entry code was
D-I-R-T. That's all Harve

ever called it on the disk.

Enough to indict Bingham on
a fraud charge if nothing else.

Look at this.

60% to 70% all of these charges
are administrative costs.

$90 mil a year.

Jeez.

I mean it may take us some time
to check out the sub-charities,

but it's a safe bet that all the
administrative costs went right

into George Bingham's pocket.

Otherwise, it would
not be called--

BOTH: D-I-R-T.

Yes.

You're amazing, Sam.

I think you were really
wrong though about the fact

that, you know, we'd have enough
to link him to murder though.

Don't you?
- What?

What?
No.

This is Harve's disk.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

And it's great
evidence down the line,

but we'll never get
a murder indictment

short of a confession.

Not as big as he is.
- Fine.

He's big.

I got it.

All right.

Come on, Muff.

We got some partying to do.

Hey.

Be careful.

You know he's been
checking on you.

The Wellman family is in on
this, so they covered for you.

But that doesn't mean
he isn't watching.

Yeah.

Well, he's already watched us.

Come on, Chris.

Smashing.

Smashing.

Know what?
- What?

Maybe you should
come on to him.

Ugh.

If that's our only choice.

I think it's a little risky
with him not trusting us.

Yeah.

[clears throat]

BOTH: The Wellmans.

[haughty laugh]

[knock]

Come on in.

- Hi.
- Carla, hi.

What are you--

I'm out on bail.

I changed my plea.

What changed your mind?

Your partner, sort of.

I know.

I know.

And I'll probably change my mind
again, maybe, but I don't know.

I just had time to think
about what you said,

and Harvey and everything.

[phone ringing]

Excuse me.

Hello.

The dirt checks out.

Granger Trust was
one big dirty wash.

Bingham gets all the
administrative fees.

I'm shocked.

[laugh] Want to
hear a real shock?

Roland Kelly was a
Granger Trust director.

Pocketed $5 million,
annually of course.

Think we got the
dirt on Bingham.

Thanks, Lieutenant.
All right.

Thanks.

Well, I think we
have a job for you.

You said that Bingham was
always coming on to you, that he

had the hots for you, right?

Yeah.

I mean I don't know if I'm
special or anything to him.

One way to find out.

Could be dangerous,
but it's your shot

at being seen and being heard.
- What do you say?

Yeah.

Let's do it.

Good.

[chatter]

CHRIS LORENZO: I can't wait
to see the party faces on all

these people when they find
out that George has been

scamming them all these years.

Mm.

I just hope all the money ends
up where it's supposed to.

Make a lot of hungry
kids very happy.

Mhm.

George.

Smashing party,
really outstanding.

RITA LEE LANCE: Yes, George.

All the money that you
raise through charities,

it must just make you feel--

No.

It's really you,
and Jack, and all

these generous people who really
deserve most of the credit.

Well.

Solonge.

SOLONGE: Ah, oui.

Get a party photo
of the newlyweds.

Oh.

So in love these two.

I see it in your eyes, your
passion burns for her, oui.

You don't understand.
See, I want to talk to George.

My invitation just must've got
lost in the mail, you know.

They always do.
They always do.

They always do.

Darling, you're going home.

You're drunk.

I said I want
to talk to George.

Excuse me.

CARLA KELLY: You're not the
only one who [inaudible]

George Bingham.

Sure.

Right on schedule.

Here we go.

Mhm.

GEORGE BINGHAM: Carla.
- Hi, George.

I'll handle this, Barry.

Come on.

You need to sleep this one off.

I'll have Claudette
show you to a room.

No, no, no.

I want you to.

Please, Georgie.

You show me to your best room.

OK.
Come on.

Treat me like a
first class guest.

My apologies.

I'll see you in a moment.

Bye.

You're so sweet.

Thank you for letting me in.

They're headed towards
the master bedroom.

I got it, Rita.

Room's aren't IDed,
but I'm looking.

One super video system, George.

Beth, come on over here.

Have a look at this.

Well.

Barry.

Bravo, George.

Yeah.

Come on, George.

How many bedrooms can you have?

Yeah, George.

Come on, Carla.

Not now.

You're drunk.

I got him.

I'm here on business, George.

Yeah.

You see, Roland cut me out of
his will, as I'm sure you know.

So basically, I'm left
to fend for myself.

But I'm pretty easy.

What do you say, Georgie,
couple million a year?

Harvey told me he had a
safety disk in his office,

and it didn't turn up.

So I guess you took it.

But guess what, Georgie?

I got one too.

GEORGE BINGHAM: You choose a
strange time to discuss this.

CARLA KELLY: Actually, I
think it's the perfect time.

You either agree to
my offer right now,

or I'll just go out
there and tell all.

Now, Rita.

I'm changing your
business plans.

There are no more
people to put on it.

I'm telling you.

He must have gotten
out of town somehow.

So the surrounding
towns have been notified?

Look, Rita.

We've got a statewide
APB, Coast Guard alert.

We've covered all the bases.

How could he have
gotten out of town?

He didn't drive
away from the house.

I'm telling you.
He didn't do anything.

The guy just disappeared.

Are you sure there's
nowhere on his estate

he could be hiding?

No.

We've covered every inch twice.

What about the
people at the party?

No help?

That's all they
are is party people.

They looked at us
like we were crazy.

Yeah.

Everybody loves George.

You mean they did.

Are you kidding?

I'm telling you half these
people think that Carla

probably kidnapped him.

But that's another possibility.

Maybe one of them
is hiding him out.

Come on, Chris.

That's not a
serious possibility.

Why not?
What?

Because the best people
don't do things like that.

No.

The man is hiding out
someplace around here.

You don't just wander around
with a woman at gunpoint.

What makes you think he
still has her with him?

Yeah.

That thought crossed my
mind like all night long.

Knowing what we
did about Bingham,

we never should have put
Carla on the front line.

We blew it.

[sigh]

I blew it.

Sam, come on.

We warned her that this was
going to be dangerous, right?

We get warned things
are dangerous, Sam.

All right.
We understand.

We're cops.
- Yeah, we are.

So come on.

Let's start acting like it.

You're right.

What?

Where-- where you going?

Go take another look
around ritzy town.

Maybe we get lucky.

If it were any
other part of town,

we'd have a search warrant for
every one of their damn houses.

Maybe I'm wrong.

Maybe the rich
are above the law.

Come on.
Don't start.

Hold a sec.

Do you realize that even if
we catch this son of a bitch,

we're still going to have
trouble making anything

stick other than charity fraud?

We never saw him
leave with Carla.

No.

But we have our testimony
that we set her up with him.

She's alive, Sam.
You're absolutely right.

They've got to be
somewhere here in town.

Come on.
Keep convincing me.

Well, she said she had
this disk called dirt, right?

He's not going to kill her
until he gets the disk,

but it's not going to happen,
because it doesn't exist.

[snapping]

Damn.

Let's go.
- What?

What?
What?

Look.

We got the Coast
Guard looking for her.

The whole state patrol
is out looking for her.

Where's the last place
that they're going to look?

You're very good.

You got to let me go, George.

People are going to
be looking for me.

And you too.

That could be a problem.

Yes, right.

You see.

I spent the night
at Larry Kenman's.

I brought you home.

Put you to bed, and
my car broke down.

So I just walked
over to Larry's.

It'll be sticky.

But I've got so much
incriminating footage

on people in this town I'm
sure I can find friends

who will verify the story.

You still haven't found
what you need most, George.

Don't force me
to hurt you, Carla.

I think I've been very nice--

so far.

Look, George.

If you kill me, then you're
never going to find the disk.

You never had a safety
disk, did you, Carla?

Come on now.

Dream on, George.

No.

We know it isn't
anywhere in this house.

But there really isn't
time to look elsewhere.

So I'm trusting my instincts.

I want you to write something.

Come on.

Maid must be on vacation.

(WHISPERING) Yeah.

Something to the effect that
you really did love Harvey,

but he was breaking with you.

So you killed him.

Oh, and yes.

Roland found out
about the affair.

He was going to toss you back
to where you'd come from.

So you shot him too.

Start writing.

Look, George, um--

I could marry you.

And then everything would be OK.

You'd be safe.

Right.

And you'd have me.

Just write, Carla.

Freeze!

[gasp]

Drop it!

I'll kill her.

[gunshot]

Spending a couple of nights
at the Beacon undercover,

now that should have been
the dream gig, right?

I gotta admit, there
was a couple of times

there that I started to
get a little bit nervous.

I was a little more
nervous about the undercover

work at the Bingham's.

Oh, Chris.
No.

Come on.

We got to talk about it.

Why do we got
to talk about it?

We got to get it
out in the open.

Put it in our pasts.

All right.

We're partners, and
partners shouldn't kiss.

Not like that they shouldn't.

[sighs] Wait a minute.

What is "like that"?

What does that mean?

Well, like for us, OK, we're
partners, friends, we should

kiss like say, [air kiss].

I mean, like-- like, say,
kissing a sister, Sam.

[air kiss]

[laugh] So what is your point?

Are you telling me that
you didn't feel anything?

Like?

Like, say electricity.

Electricity?

Wait-- wait a minute.

Are you-- are you asking
me if it was good for me?

Ha!

No, no, no, no, Sam.
I'm not.

No.
No.

No?

[scoffs]

Yes, I am.

It was intense for me.

I mean, you got nothing?

Afraid not, Sam.

[whistling]

[plop]

No.

You're kidding me.

[ticking]

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