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[music playing]

[cheering]

The winners.

Yeah.

I need a stretcher.

And I'm hungry.

Woo.

Now, take in mind, these
hamburgers are homemade.

Thank you.

Did you make them?

Uh-huh.

So Tina, when do I
get to meet the new guy?

I thought he was supposed
to be here today.

I don't know.

He must have gotten
hung up some place.

I'm starving.

I am so hungry.

I know.
Try these fries.

They're excellent.

Uh-huh.
- Good stuff?

Mm.

Hi, babe.

We were just talking about you.

Yeah.

I saw what you were just.

Let's go, Tina.

Now.

Um.

These are my friends
Rita and Chris.

This is Leo.
- Hey, Leo.

Nice to meet.
- Yeah.

You too.
- Hi.

- Let me get you a beer.
- We're leaving.

OK.

Yeah.

Real nice to meet you too, pal.

What's up with him?

He's just been really stressed
out lately with his work.

I mean, you guys know how it is.

Anyway, um, I gotta go.
OK.

I'll see you tomorrow.

I don't know
what's wrong with me.

I see you with another guy.

He's not another guy.

He's a cop.

We work together, Leo.

You-- you humiliated me in
front of all my friends.

Ah.

Don't be like that, huh?

Don't.

OK.

You giving me
orders now, Tina?

Hm?

Come on, baby.

You belong to me.

You are my property.

I own you, baby.

I don't want to
play this game.

We are the game, Tina.

It's part of us.

Now, say it.

You're hurting me.

Say it.

Say it.

You--

Say it.

You are my--

Yeah.

My--

Tell me, baby.

Oh god please.

[ticking]

[theme music]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

The minute the judge allowed
the testimony by Baker,

I knew we had this guy nailed.

You and Chris did good
work this time, Rita.

- Thanks, George.
- Hey, Tina.

What happened to your eye?

Rita.

Donovan.

Now, listen.

I'm going to catch
up with you, George.

Get me Chinese chicken salad
if the lettuce isn't too brown.

The lettuce is always brown.

Second choice?

- Tina.
- Rita, look.

I'm kind of jammed today.

Maybe we can talk later.

You cannot tell me that you
ran into a door or fell down.

We both have been cops too long.

It's really no big deal.
OK.

Wrong.

A guy punches you out,
that is a very big deal.

Look.

He just lost his temper.

He's really not that way.

He beat you up, Tina.

Now, there's no excuse for that.

Look.

You don't understand.

So just leave it alone.

All right.

I know what I'm doing.

Rita, is Tina OK?

Yeah.

She's got a boyfriend that
uses her for a punching bag.

She's just fine.

She's a cop, and she takes
a beating from that clown?

I don't understand that.

I don't think she does either.

[air horn blowing]

[sniffling]

[tires screech]

- Get in the car, Tina.
- Get away from me.

It's over, Leo.

Get in the car, Tina.

Are you gonna kill me, Tina?

Get back in the car.

Try.

Just pull the trigger.

I'll do it.

Do it now.

Can you?

[sob]

You can't leave me, Tina.

I can't let you leave me.

[shout]

[car starts]

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Chris, what's up?

What time is it?

[exhales] I was having
such a nightmare.

Yeah.

I wish this were a nightmare.

I'm in Ocean Park.

Tina Maxwell's been murdered.

What?

[exhales] You OK?

He stole her life,
that son of a bitch.

She's never going
to get married.

She'll never have kids.

She loved him, and this
is what he did to her.

Look, Rita, let's go
get some coffee, OK?

We're all finished up here.
- No.

I want to know.

Is this what love is?

Is this what it does to you?

We'll get him.

It's not going
to bring life back.

How many of these
have we seen, Chris?

How many more are
there going to be?

It's not going to stop.

It won't stop.

I told you what happened.

I said I'll sign a statement.

I'm tired.

Yeah.

And Tina Maxwell is
dead, and you killed her.

It was an accident.

Your friend liked rough sex.

The rougher the better.

This time things
got out of hand.

People don't die
making love, Leo.

You know what I think?

I think you had a fight
at your apartment.

She went for a walk.

You followed her, and
you strangled her.

I followed her to talk it out.

But things got intense.

We had sex, rough.

She wanted to push
it to the limit.

She pulled her gun.

You killed her, you bastard.

- Hey, get your hands off of me.
- You son of a bitch!

- Get your hands off of me!
- Let him go.

Get your hands off of me.

Sit down.
Come on.

Come on.

Can't you see what
he is doing in there?

He's making himself a
manslaughter defense.

He's going to cut a deal.
- Cool it, Rita.

All right.

Now, we don't say
another word to him

until his lawyer gets
here, or he walks

on violations of his rights.

You get that?

But he-- he--

I know what he did.

So let's not mess it up
by going crazy on him.

OK.

[sigh]

SCOTTY: Hell of a thing
losing an officer.

They'll pop for the funeral.

Hardly softens the blow.

I know you and Tina
were close, Rita.

We were Vice together
under your command, Scotty.

Tina thought the
world of you, sir.

So do I, even though you
did take the easy way out

and retire.

Well, I had a 50
years plus on the job.

You get tired.

You're not even at
double digits yet.

Am I right?

Yeah.

You look tired, sweetheart.

I've been having these
dreams, nightmares actually.

First, they just
happened once in a while,

and now I'm having
them all the time.

It's the same dream
over and over and over.

Yeah.

That happened to me.

Just once.

Girl's name was Jasmine.

I still carry that one around.

I think I read
about that case.

You must have been a
rookie detective back then.

She was a-- she was
a singer, wasn't she?

Right.

They said her voice was magic.

I never heard it.

She was dead the
first time I saw her.

She was beautiful even then.

It was brutal.

But the killer had
fixed up her body.

Put fresh makeup on her.

Kinda displayed
her so she'd look

nice whenever she was found.

It was gentle, caring.

I always figured the killer
was in love with her.

Sounds like you know
who it was, Scotty.

Well, my money was always on
her husband, Warren Hayworth.

He was one tough guy.

I never could get to him.

Hey, Scotty.

He's got to be
talking about Jasmine.

It's the only time he
sits still for this long.

Guilty, kid.

You know me too well.
- See.

Most people they
carry a snapshot

of their wife and kids.

Scotty's got a snap of Jasmine.

Guilty again.

She was the most
important case I ever had,

and I never solved it.

I guess I kinda
fell for her too.

Isn't that nuts?

Falling for a dead girl.

[chuckle] Hell.

I still got a cardboard box
that big full of evidence

from the case.

I'd like to take a
look at that box, Scotty.

She's really beautiful, Scotty.

That she was, sweetheart.

That she was.

What do you got?

All the evidence
from Jasmine's murder.

I guess Scotty put it on
my desk early this morning.

He left me a note.

"Rita, here's Jasmine.

I did all I could.

Gone fishing.

Scotty."

I guess he knew
I was interested.

- Yeah.
- George.

Hey, George.

Make me smile, George.

Tell me you are going for
murder one on Leo Davis.

GEORGE DONOVAN: I wish I could.

Uh, plea bargaining?

No.

His sleazeball attorney won't
deal, so we're going to court.

But the charge is manslaughter.

Look.

He'll do time.
- Yeah.

He'll do time.

What?

Maybe two or five years.

That should make Tina's
family feel so much better.

We should be so
proud of ourselves.

Rita, it's not George's fault.

You know what?

It took Scotty 50 years
to burn out on this job.

Well, I'm not going
to do it that long.

I cannot do this one more day.

[panting]

[banging]

[air whooshing]

RITA (VOICEOVER): The woman who
kept Detective Scotty O'Donnell

awake for 50 years had found
her way into my dreams, Jasmine.

Her murder was one of the
most sensational crimes

that ever rocked Palm
Beach, and her killer

had never been caught.

Now, it seemed the mantle had
been passed from Scotty to me.

This was the mansion
that Jasmine's

husband, Warren Hayworth
built for her, a monument

to her beauty.

Jasmine's
granddaughter inherited

the house and her beauty.

Miss Hayworth.

Hi.

I'm Sergeant Lance,
Palm Beach Police.

Could I talk to you for
a minute about Jasmine

and Warren Hayworth?

You're a little late.

They're both dead.
- Yes.

I know.

It's about her death.

Jasmine's murder's
ancient history.

Before I was born.

[annoyed sigh]

I don't understand why you're
forcing your way in here

to annoy me about something that
happened such a long time ago.

You must have lots of
time on your hands.

I guess it would be a
lot more annoying to answer

these questions downtown,
wouldn't it, Miss Hayworth?

All right.

But I don't appreciate
being harassed in this way,

and your superiors
will hear about it.

Why all the attitude,
Miss Hayworth?

Doesn't it bother you
that your grandmother's

killer was never found?

Why should it?

I never even knew her.

Did your grandfather
or your father

ever talk to you about Jasmine?

I do remember when I was a
kid, a cop used to come around

and talk to my father about it.

But he hasn't been
around in years.

My father said he
was after the reward.

I guess by now he's dead too.

No.

He's still around.

That's Detective O'Donnell.

What reward?

My grandfather put a $1
million reward in trust

for the person who
solved Jasmine's murder.

And that was when a
million was real money.

Obviously, it's
never been claimed.

Edgar, I want something
cold to drink.

I read that there
was a big scandal

involving Jasmine's death.

CATHERINE HAYWORTH:
It was nothing really.

Jasmine was a singer,
and she was getting it

on with her accompanist.

That's all.

Well, people here
have always done that.

Slept with whomever they want.

I'm getting married
myself in a few days,

but it's certainly not
going to affect my sex life.

SOLONGE: Rita.

Baby, I miss you so much.

[kissy sounds]

You know my caterer?

But of course.

We are girlfriends.

She is the first officer, I--

No.

It's all right, Solonge.

She knows that I am a cop.

Oh, I am so relieved.

I think this is another one of
those under the cover things

you do.

Just don't harass this sweet
woman before the wedding.

I have such goodies
in store for her.

Good.

Rita, you-- oh
man, where you been?

Ugh.

I have been up to my
neck in this stuff.

It's fascinating.

I can see exactly why
Scotty got hooked now.

It's amazing.

Do you have any idea
how worried I've been?

I just got back from your place.

I went over there
after you wouldn't

return my calls or my pages.
- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I lost track of time.

I was going to
call you, but I was

up all night with this stuff.

She was in my dreams.

Jasmine.
Ha.

Look at this.

This is her right here.

This is Jasmine.

This is Victor Lozano, the
piano player at the club.

Look at the connection
between the two of them.

You can see it in their eyes.

It's amazing.

What they had was
not casual, no.

And it wasn't lust.

It was-- it was
much more than that.

It was the kind of stuff that
most people just dream about.

You uh-- you been taking your
caffeine intravenously again?

Lance, my office.
Just Lance.

What's up, Lieutenant?

Close the door, Rita.

I just left the Chief's office.

He called me in because he
just had a call from Catherine

Hayworth's attorneys inquiring
as to why one of my officers

is bothering their
client about a crime that

happened 50 years ago.

It's a homicide, Lieutenant.

Homicide cases do not close
until they are solved.

You think you have
to tell me that?

I didn't have an answer
for the Chief's question,

because I had no idea
what you were doing.

And I felt foolish.

I don't like feeling foolish.

[sigh]

I didn't brief you.

I should have
followed procedure,

and it won't happen again.

Is that it?
- No.

That is not it.

You were absent
without authorization

for most of the day.

Lorenzo had no idea
where you were.

You missed a court date
following Donovan up.

You are way out of
line here, lady.

I'm sorry.

[sigh] No offense, Rita.

But you need some rest.

You're a little ragged
around the edges.

Take 10 days, sick time.

Get some rest and recharge.

Well, I am fine, Lieutenant.

Really-- look.

I just haven't been
sleeping that well.

That is not a request.

During that time I you're to
see Dr. Neff for evaluations.

And that is not
a request either.

You have an appointment at
3 o'clock, this afternoon.

I have never wanted to
be anything but a cop.

You know, since I was
a little girl that's--

that's always been my dream.

But um-- lately I--

I don't know.

I-- I feel like I don't
know myself anymore.

The dreams are endless.

I feel like I am under water,
and I can't reach the surface.

All these dead
people and they are

calling my name to help them.

But I can't help them,
because it is too late.

I was afraid to go to sleep
last night, because I thought I

would see Tina or my dad again.

But it was Jasmine.

She was calling my name, and
she was begging for my help.

I found my daddy in the bathtub.

[sniffle] He had all
of his clothes on.

I-- I remember how
creepy that made

me feel that he had all of
his clothes on in the bathtub.

He shot himself.

[sobbing]

I remember trying to scream,
and nothing would come out.

CHRIS LORENZO: Solving a
50-year-old murder case

is not a hobby.
It's a job.

Besides, if the lieutenant
knew about it, he'd be upset.

Not if we solve it.

CHRIS LORENZO: Would you
be reasonable one time?

Just take a vacation.

Relax.

You said "we."

You said "we."

Mhm.
Look.

This is very important
to me, Chris.

I don't know why, but it is.

I have to do this.

If you don't want to
help me, that's cool.

I just thought that maybe--

No.
I don't want to help you.

All right.
It's crazy.

It's nuts.

It's--

Come on.

So what do you think?

Am I going crazy?

Certainly feels that way.

You're exhausted from
trying not to feel.

Your mind shorts out your
feelings trying to protect you.

You can't stand to feel
scared, because you're

helpless when you're scared.

You can't handle that
fear, so you shut it down

by losing yourself in your job.

You use the work
to give yourself

a sense of control, of power.

A cop is control.

But then, your friend
Tina got killed.

Now, the fear rises
up out of nowhere

and starts to choke
you, so you're trying

to lose yourself in Jasmine.

So what about the dreams?

I mean I was having those
before I knew about Jasmine

or before Tina died.

You've been scared
your whole life.

The dreams are about
that, about a loss

of control, of helplessness.

The same kind of
helplessness and fear

you felt when your
father killed himself.

You never want to feel
that helpless again.

It terrifies you.

[chuckle]

[exhales] So what now?

You wave a magic wand
and I'm fixed, or what?

You're not broken.

Just be willing to feel
the feelings, Rita.

Don't logicize them or
stuff them, no matter how

uncomfortable they make you.

Because if you don't let
yourself feel the bad stuff,

pretty soon you won't be
able to feel the good stuff.

You'll just be numb.

That's a cold,
lonely place to be.

Maria.

- Mr. Lozano?
- Yes.

Hi.

I'm Detective Lance.

I spoke with you on the phone.

Oh, yes.

Pleasure to meet you.

Victor Lozano.

By the way, you
were not specific as

to why you wanted to see me.

I would like to speak
with you for a few minutes

about Jasmine Hayworth.

Jasmine.

Of course.

Why don't we go
sit in the garden?

We can talk there.

OK.

My wife will be fine.

Jasmine has been gone for
so long, and yet to me,

it doesn't seem
that long at all.

I could see that
the two of you

shared something very special.

I could see that
in the pictures.

Yes.

Mr. Lozano, I
thought that if anybody

could shed some light on
what happened to Jasmine

it would be you.

You're very good.

You're very observant about
other people's emotions.

But otherwise, you're
wrong, because I

don't know who killed her.

And if I did, I
certainly would have

spoken out a long time ago.

Tell me about her.

Jasmine.

Oh.

She was a magnificent woman.

Beautiful, so loving.

God, I've missed her every
day that she's been gone.

Think about losing the most
important person in your life

and not being able
to share that loss.

And the pain.

Hm.

Can you think of anybody who
might have wanted her dead?

Her husband.

They had a very bad marriage.

She secretly had
filed for divorce.

And he was angry
when she told him?

No.

Jasmine did not tell Hayworth.

Martin Weston did.

He was the family
lawyer, their watchdog.

And you're absolutely right.

Hayworth was very angry.

He was also intensely jealous.

You know that he once told her
that he'd rather see her dead

than have her be happy
with another man?

You know, the
investigating detective

always suspected Hayworth,
but he couldn't prove it.

Well, let's face it.

Money is a powerful
tool, Detective Lance.

Weston was Hayworth's ally.

I mean he had to
keep the silence.

Is Martin Weston still alive?

No.

He's not.

However, the practice of
law is like bad genetics.

It passes from father
to son to grandson.

The Martin Weston office
is still open for business.

ALEX WESTON: He was a small man.

He was about 5' 6" or so.

Tough old buzzard, break
your back if you crossed him.

But commit murder, not the
Warren Hayworth I knew about.

What if we were talking
about an unfaithful wife?

Oh, especially not her.

Old Hayworth was a cold man,
but Jasmine was the one thing

in his life that he loved.

Mr. Weston, did your
father or grandfather

ever mention how
Hayworth reacted

when Jasmine filed for divorce?

Divorce?

She never filed for divorce.

Are you sure?

My grandfather was
Hayworth's lawyer.

He knew everything that
went on in that marriage.

Maybe she had another
lawyer file the papers.

Detective Lance, it just
wouldn't have happened.

Jasmine died a long time ago.

Why stir this all up now?

Everything
contradicts everything,

and everybody has
a different story.

Well, everybody's relying on
what they heard from somebody

else, except Lozano.

And he's getting
up there in age.

Maybe his mind's slipping.

No.

He's sharp, and he's very
specific about his details.

Well, maybe he's lying.

I mean he's the only one
that was alive back then.

So he's the only one who's
got something to gain or lose.

Look out!

[tires squeal]

CHRIS LORENZO: Think about this.
You're fatigued.

Your emotions are
raw from what you

have to deal with on the job.

You're in a vulnerable state.

What if all this stuff is
some kind of spiritual thing.

I mean, what?

You're getting vibrations
from all the stuff?

Vibrations were not driving
that van tonight, Chris.

The answer has got to
be in here somewhere.

It's something that I have
missed, or that Scotty missed.

What about motive?

What about motive?

Lozano was the
only one that could

have a reason to want you dead.

Maybe he killed Jasmine, and
he wants you off the case.

This seems all wrong.

What if it had nothing
to do with love?

- Yeah.
- Nothing to do with murder.

OK.

So what else is there?

BOTH: Money.

So maybe it's in
the Hayworth will.

Maybe that's where
the answer is.

What are you doing?

I'm saving you from yourself.
All right.

You got to get some sleep.
You can look at this tomorrow.

Sleep is fine.

Hmph.

It's the stupid dreams
that I'm worried about.

Look.

I really appreciate you
hanging in there with me.

You're getting
me all misty eyed.

[scoffs]

OK.

I will be in here in case the
cat with the van comes back.

You go and get some sleep.

OK.

All right.

I'll just--

See you.

Good night.
- Good night.

You got a blanket?

RITA LEE LANCE: [whimpering]

Daddy.

JASMINE: Help me, Rita.

Help me, Rita.

Help me, Rita.

Help me, Rita.

Rita.

Rita!

[whimpering]

Shh.

I was having a
nightmare about Jasmine.

[ragged breaths]

I was in her coffin.

It's OK.

It's OK.

[sob]

- Good morning, George.
- Lorenzo.

Did Rita come in today?
- No.

She's taking a couple
weeks personal time.

Is she OK?

I mean you did talk her
out of quitting, right?

Well, we haven't
actually talked about it,

but I wouldn't clean
out her locker just yet.

Who's the-- who's
the lucky girl that

kept you up late last night?

Oh, come on, George.

You expect me to kiss and tell?

All right.

All right.

It was girls, Donovan.

Identical twins.

Inga and Kirsten.

Statuesque would not
do these girls justice.

I mean they were--

you know what though?

I felt kind of like a
piece of lunch meat.

That ever happened to you?

No.

Yeah.

Me either.

Kidding.

Ha!

You got a mean
streak in you, Lorenzo.

A really nasty, mean streak.

Wow.

This is old.

What are we looking for?

[sigh] I'm trying
to find something

that everybody else missed.

I'm trying to find
out who killed her.

She was last seen
alive around 11:00 PM.

She was found dead the
next morning at 6:00 AM.

And the coroner guessed the
time of death around 2:00.

Not very exact
procedure back then, huh.

Let's just say that it was.

It was four hours between
the time she was killed

and the time that she was found.

OK.

There was no blood
where she was found.

Killed somewhere else.

Dumped at a dock by the port.
- No.

She wasn't dumped.

Whoever killed her,
they took the time.

They cleaned her
up a little bit.

They put some fresh makeup on.

(SING SONGY) Bizarre.

It's the stuff urban
legends are made of.

So what do you
make of those wounds?

Nothing peculiar
about the blade.

Kind of a slashing attack.

A couple of puncture wounds.

Maybe an attacker
who wasn't very big.

Why?

Shallow wounds.

Also, if the person were
small, they'd have a hard time

moving the body alone.

Maybe have to work
something out, which

would eat up the four hours.

Not to mention
that CoverGirl job.

Moving a dead body isn't easy.

So maybe we're
talking about a woman.

Or a small man.

And look at the location
of these wounds.

Primarily on the hands,
upper chest, arm.

Victim was in a
defensive posture.

So maybe she was trying
to protect her face.

Whoever killed her might have
been trying to disfigure her,

and they might have been
jealous of her beauty.

Or enraged because of it.

Either way, your basic
crime of passion.

These small cuts,
punctures, random.

Blood some, not very serious.

Not much more than
bad scratches.

Mostly on her back.

Could be-- just guessing--

some kind of S&M thing.

Why the interest, Rita?

Seems to me you have enough
to do with fresh murders

without digging up old ones.

[sigh] Yeah.

Yeah.

It's a long story, Noriko.

When I find out the ending,
I will let you know.

Thanks a lot.

Sure.

Any time.

[door opens]

[thud]

[glass shatters]

What's the matter, honey?

Rawr.

Can't get you interested?

Not up to it?

Look.

I've got something on my mind.

You're not going
to be this way

after we're married, are you?

What does it matter?

Don't you understand
sex is not the most

important thing in the world?

[sigh] Not in your world.

So what's it
all about, Alfred?

Hm?

[knock]

CHRIS LORENZO: Rita, open up.

It's me, Chris.

Look.

Look who I found
outside your door.

I dropped by to say hi.

See how you were.

I happened to look
across the street.

I see a pair of binoculars,
sticking out of a car.

And behind the binoculars.

BOTH: Solonge.

Hello.

Hello.

Does he know?

BOTH: Know what?

About your guest, earlier.

I followed Alex
Weston here, Rita.

He-- after all, he's
Catherine Hayworth's fianc .

He went around the building
to the back door maybe.

A discreet lover is so
hard to find these days.

He was discreet all right.

He was in and out of here
before I could see who it was.

So what were you doing
following him, Solonge?

Good question.

Well, um, if I say this,
it will stay with us.

Oui?

Sure.

I am catering the
Hayworth-Weston wedding,

as you know, and
it is the biggest

society event of the year.

And also I am providing
certain photographs

to a tabloid newspaper.

Unknown to Miss Hayworth
or Mr. Weston, I'm sure.

Of course.

Call me incognito paparazzo.

Call you out of work if he
finds out about it, Solonge.

So anyway, I
sell these pictures

to the supermarket rag.

And then I think.

What would they pay
for scandal, hm?

[giggle] And I
would love it too.

And then I see you, Rita,
talking to Catherine.

This beautiful homicide
detective, and I think maybe.

It was you following
me, wasn't it?

The palomino pant suit.

Mm.

You look so butch, Rita.

I love you in that.

Thank you, Solonge.

Anyway, I follow you.

I follow Alex Weston.

Did you find any scandal?

Um.

No.

I did not get it.

But you must not
say a word to Alex,

or he will fire
me just like that.

I thought you were
working for Catherine.

Oh, I am.

She has the money, but
he handles the business.

He clips the coupons.

Writes the checks.

All she has to worry
about is her libido.

Hm.

- Au revoir.
- Bye.

Binoculars, Solonge.

Thank you very much.

Yeah.

Yeah.
No.

Thank you very much.

I appreciate it.

OK.
Oh, come on, Rita.

You promised.

If Lieutenant Hudson--
you look terrific.

Thank you.

I slept like a log last night.

I did not have any dreams.

I woke up feeling
sort of very peaceful

like the whole storm had passed.

I'm back.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Ah.

You know that's
outstanding, because I

just got off the phone with
a rental agency from Jupiter.

All right.

Now, they rented a gray van
to one Alex Weston the day

before yesterday.

I say it's time to
go ring him out.

OK.

I would like to stop
on the way though,

because I think
I figured out why

Alex Weston tried to kill me.

Is this supposed to
mean something to me?

I never read it.

I wouldn't know what
it said if I did.

Towards the end there
are several codicils.

You talk like Alex.

They're amendments,
additional provisions.

One of them funds
the reward trust.

There's a time
limit on the reward.

The time's almost up.

If Jasmine's murder isn't solved
in 50 years, the million bucks

and all its accumulated
interest goes back

into the Hayworth bank account.

So?
Fine.

I guess.

You can't be too
skinny or too rich.

What's your point?

The money is a life raft.

Alex has complete control
over the Hayworth fortune.

I think he was
embezzling, and he

planned on using the return of
the reward fund to cover it up.

Alex wouldn't have the nerve.

Can you prove this?
- No.

No.

But a bank account
is easy to arrange.

I'm sure your bank can do it.

And if I don't want to?

Well, that's up to
you, Miss Hayworth.

You can write the money off
as a gift if you would like,

but he is also
guilty of interfering

with a murder investigation.

CHRIS LORENZO: And don't
leave out attempted murder.

He tried to run my
partner down with a van.

[gunshot]

Where is he?

Top of the stairs
to the right.

All right.
Stay here.

Put the gun down, Mr. Weston.

CHRIS LORENZO: Nice
and slow, Alex.

Alex, you are so anal.

Stand up.

You gutless impotent.

Why did you do that?

Because you disgust me.

Everything you are,
everything you do.

Because you have money you think
you can do whatever you like,

and to hell with everyone else.

My family's been indentured
to the Hayworth money

for 60 years.

[chuckle] No more.

Gee.

Forget about the toasters.

You bag them, you tag them.

You're under
arrest, Mr. Weston.

You have the right
to remain silent.

You're going to make some
convict a great wife, Alex.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you could afford
one, one will be

appointed to you by the court.

RITA LEE LANCE: Yes.
I'm sure.

This is where
Jasmine was murdered.

You know the small scratches
and wounds on her face?

- Yeah.
- It was from the rose thorns.

Victor.

I've come for the
other glove, Victor.

How did you know?

I don't know.

I just had a feeling.

Oh god.

We were so young.

So much in love.

There we were, running
away to be together.

You know they had a
child, a young boy.

And Jasmine was
leaving him for me.

Against my wishes
she went back home.

She wanted to see her
son one last time.

And then her husband,
Hayworth, he was there.

He caught up with her.

He-- he beat her up
almost senseless.

So she called me at the club.

She told me that she wasn't
going to leave with me.

I don't know why she came here.

Because we were supposed
to meet back at the club.

She was so afraid, crying.

She was hysterical.

[sobbing]

[screaming]

VICTOR LOZANO: I don't
know how it happened.

I know it just did.

I came home late.

Jasmine was gone.

So was Maria.

Poor Maria, she lost all
sense of reality that day.

I don't think she knew
what she was doing.

I mean to this day I don't
think she knows what she did.

It was you who moved the
body, wasn't it, Victor?

Yeah.

That was the hardest thing
I've ever done in my life.

I wiped away the blood.

And I used a little makeup.

I didn't think she
should be seen like that,

remembered in such ugliness.

And then I said, I'm going
to keep one of the gloves.

I had to have something.

And now-- god, I feel so guilty.

I mean look what
I made Maria do.

Now, she's going to be punished
for something that I caused.

Victor, I don't think that's
going to happen, Victor.

I think justice was
done a long time ago.

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