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PARTY GOER: See,
the thing is, he

didn't want to be here tonight.

Oh, come on.

Sit around listen to
a guy who's alive,

talking like a guy who's
dead, giving us advice on what

to do till we get where he is.

Myron!

Frere Dunn says all you have
to do is have an open mind.

Yeah.

When one of these guys says
open mind, what he really means

is open wallet.

Marty would like
to get started,

and Frere Dunn is
ready in the solarium.

Oh, Thank you very
much sweetheart.

Oh Myron.

Myron, isn't this exciting?

Oh, yeah.

I'd sooner inhale
steel filings--

rusty steel filings-- then
let this phony into my pocket.

Sweetheart, no one has
asked you for a dime.

A dime he can have.

It's the folding stuff
I'm worried about.

Please help me.

Let's go.

Well, we're all friends here,
so please forgive me, but I

have to brag for a moment.

As of this day, our column--

Star Science by
Montgomery Banks--

now appears in 3,200 daily
and weekly publications, here

and in seven foreign countries.

[applause]

Thanks, in part, to my
assistant Coco Cunningham.

[applause]

I'm going to do you, baby.

I'm going to do you so good,
I'm going to wish I was you.

Oh, well.

What now?

Oh.

Take your time, honey.

We've got a whole hour.

Just make me crazy.

What if your husband comes in?

Oh, there's no chance.

He's got a fresh crop
of suckers in the house.

He'd never leave that,
even to see this.

Too bad.

He'd really get off on it.

If you haven't
already met our guest

you're in for a real treat.

Frere Dunn is a
hypno-psych therapist

with incredible gifts.

For him it's a gift,
for us it's going to cost.

Shah!

His work is about potential.

It's about reaching out.

What you can see and touch is
not necessarily all there is.

[applause]

I'm not a channeler.

I don't claim a particular
spirit speaks through me.

I just kind of open myself up
to those on the other side,

and whoever is passing by,
and that's who you get.

I don't know how it works.

I've been doing it
since I was a kid.

I just hope it does some good.

(SOUTHERN ACCENT)
It's nice to be here.

Palm Beach.

[inaudible]

It's Elvis.

Good deal, momma.

Momma?

Stop!

Elvis, listen, I had
a dream about you.

I had the same dream,
only I woke up screaming.

It's a joke.

Oh.

Listen, I dreamed that I was
your opening act in Las Vegas.

It must've been a tough room.

No, it was terrific.

I always wanted
to work Las Vegas.

Then practice, baby.

Practice.

Sure.

Easy for you to say.

You're already dead.

That's not joke.

You got to work at it.

It's the only way to
get to Carnegie Hall,

unless you take 7th
up to 57th street.

Oh, Elvis!

You still are the King.

What are you talking about?

I'm the King.

Don't you remember.

I am the King.

You must be Mad Myron,
the mattress King.

Am I right, buby?

Hey, this guy's for real.

[laughter]

Oh, we are very
good together baby.

[clock ticking]

[theme music]

[singer vocalizing]

You're telling me he
spent the night in jail?

Mm-hmm.

Suspicion of grand larceny.

Man!

Are you sure it was
Donnie "Dogs" DiBarto?

Yeah.

I mean how many Dominic
Clemenza DiBartos do you know?

I only know one, and
that was Donnie "Dogs".

You know, funny thing is, he
claimed a New Jersey address.

DiBarto grew up in New Jersey?

Mm-hmm.

He was snoozing in the
sleeper of a semi pulled

over on the side of the
road between the turnpike

and interstate.
- He slept in the truck?

Mm-hmm.

Loaded with big screen TVs.

He couldn't prove
ownership, so the state

cops brought him here until
they had time to check it out.

Donny "Dogs" DiBarto slept
in the sleeper of a semi?

I love that.

A little d clas I'll admit.

What do you think?

You think you had it made
up with satin sheets?

Donny.

I'm Sergeant Lance.
This is Sergeant Lorenzo.

And you?

Dominic DiBarto.

Dominic Clemenzo DiBarto.

That's right.

That's wrong.

Look, I know Dominic DiBarto.

Dominic DiBarto is kind
of a friend of mine.

And you're no Dominic DiBarto.

Hey, that's funny.

You know that?

That Nixon thing.

That's funny.

You're a very funny lady.

But I'm in the thing for jokes,
if you don't mind my saying.

You may know somebody
with my name,

but that don't mean I ain't me.

You know, your rap sheet
said that you're from Jersey.

Who could tell?

So?

I'm from New Jersey.

Dominic DiBarto from New Jersey.

Where's my truck?

Where's my merchandise?

You know, I'm in a few winks.

Next thing, I'm talking to cops.

I'm looking at locked doors.

Your truck is all locked up in
the impound yard, Mr. DiBarto.

It's safe.

Yeah?

Well, it better be.

There's a lot of
crooks out there.

I'm not surprised my TVs
aren't already in some kind

of cop flea market.

Hey, look at what
fell off a the truck.

What's your name?

Sergeant, Detective Lance.

You're very attractive lady,
Detective Sergeant Lance.

Is there a first name with that?

What do you do?

I would guess vice.

You'd do very good
as a vice cop.

Am I right?

Vice?

Homicide.

Whoa.

Now I know we got our
connections crossed.

No way should I be getting the
third degree from some homicide

cops, here.

Oh, oh, I get it now.

I'm going to have every dick
in the place coming in here

for a deal on a big screen.

I'm very disappointed
in you, Detective

Sergeant Lance from homicide.

I thought you was looking in
to see if I'm comfortable.

No Mr. DiBarto.

We just thought you might be
the DiBarto that we know--

Donnie "Dogs".

That is very funny name.

I got four consultations
from last night's session Coco.

Thanks for your help.

Hey, friends help
friends bubalah.

I loved your Elvis.

I swear, I don't
remember a word.

Oh, no way.

You're conning me.

I'm telling you the truth.

And I'll tell you
something else,

you should be getting a
byline from Star Signs,

and a piece of the action.

You're sweet.

Hey, it's true.

Monty had less than
100 clients before you

went to work for him, and
they were mostly almanacs.

And what did he said last night?

There are 3,200?

I'll tell you
something, Cotton.

If it wasn't for Monty, I'd
still be doing greeting cards.

He's the one who sold
all those columns.

But you're the one
with the talent darling,

and you know it.

Without you, Monty'd still
be doing Burma-Shave signs.

Doing what?

Youth, wasted on the young.

Thanks, Alice.

Oh, what is Donnie "Dogs" up to?

I figure it's
the guy in holding

who is up to something--
the fake DiBarto.

Let's think about
this for a second.

Now, Donnie "Dogs",
he takes a kid,

he puts him out
there with ID that

says he's Donnie "Dogs", right?

He puts him in a truck
loaded with merchandise

that looks fishy.

Now, he knows that the
state or the local cops

are going to pull him over.

And the state
cops take the bait.

Only they bring
him here, instead

of to the county lockup, where
nobody knows Donny like we do.

He's making an alibi.

Uh-huh, but for what?

Nancy, would you do me a
favor and double-check that.

[PEOPLE CONVERSING IN
BACKGROUND]

Oh Nancy, do me a favor.

Make sure Mrs. Randall is
confirmed for tomorrow, OK?

Got a confidential meeting
at 3:00, at the Pops.

With whom?

Confidential.

Keep this thing closed, please.

You've got my life in there.

Coco, listen.

I want to branch out.

You mean other
than your 3 o'clock?

A five-minute radio
spot, syndicated.

Take letters like
a radio shrink.

A woman writes in with a
problem, we do her chart.

But we work her up like a case--

her options and
what we should do.

Oh, I love the smell of
liability in the morning.

Smells like lawsuits.

All right, all right, fine.

So we make it vague enough
so we're not on the hook.

But has to sound
like solid advice.

Well, why stop at radio?

Why not TV?

You know, I thought of that.

Maybe that is the way to go.

I gotta get dressed.

Your 3 o'clock, it's
not come as you are?

OK?

I'll talk to you a little later.

You must get tired of that.

Nah.

She pays to belong
to the club and I

guess she figures
she owns a piece

of it, including the manager.

Well, you are very gracious.

Well, I won't have
to be much longer.

You're leaving the club?

I've got something
else lined up.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

I'll see you later.

Like I've been telling
everybody here all night

and all day, contact
my people in Jersey,

they will autheticize my
ownership of the merchandise.

Whoa.

So you're on your way?

You could persuade
me to stay a few days.

I don't think so.

Hey, be nice.

I'm really a sweet
guy, you know.

We just got off bad because
you got some local [inaudible]

who's got the same name as me.

We got off bad because
you're into a scam

with Donnie "Dogs" DiBarto.

That's all busted because now
we know that you're not him.

What?
What, I talk to you, he answers?

Who's the ventriloquist,
who's the dummy?

Don't tell me, make me guess.

[growl and bark]

Uh, Rita?

Uh--

Dominic.

Hiya, pop.

Meet my son Dominic
Clemenza DiBarto.

Junior.

Oh, man.

I didn't think the world was big
enough for two Donnie "Dogs".

Did you get this thing with
the TVs straightened out?

Whoa, hold on a second.

How do you know about that?

Detective Lorenzo, how do
ducks know when to fly south?

How does the salmon know
when to swim upstream?

OK.
All right.

So this was your
deal to begin with.

I should have figured that.

Ha, this is
Dominic's business.

I know nothing of it.

I just made inquiries.

I got proof I own
the merchandise.

You got proof like
with Gambola Limited?

What is this
Dominic, a bust out?

You buy this stuff on credit
through the front door.

You sell it out the
back door for cash.

So the place goes
bankrupt, then you move on.

That's what this is.

It's enough for everybody
else, but not for you, right?

I'm doing everything you say.

It's still not enough.
You say go over there.

I go over there.
Go over here.

I go over here.

You say get proof.

I get proof.

Whatever you say is
what I do, and you're

still busting my chops.

Thank you, Mr. DiBarto.

Why don't you have a nice life.

Take your chops and leave
while they're still intact.

Wait, wait, wait,
you and I, we're

having a conversation here.

Let's go, Dominic.

I'll call you, OK.

You in the book?

I'll call you.

[moaning]

You must be the best
lover in the world.

Mmm!

[grunts]

All right, thanks.
Ready?

Yep.

- OK.
- Hey.

Hey.

What's up?

Got a dead body in
one of those condos

down by the waterway.

Want to ride along with us?

See where the real
work gets done?

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
have you've forgotten

where you're supposed to be?

Ah--

Yeah, that's right.

Court.

In exactly 30 minutes.

I was deposed.

Look, a live witnesses is
much better than a deposition.

Assistant DA Fuller
needs you in court now.

How long is this
trial supposed to last.

One or two days, maybe 10.

Who knows?

Sorry, partner.

Yeah.

Well, I'll try to hold the fort
together while you're gone.

Have fun.

- Bye.
- Come on.

We got some work to do.

This is a bunt.

They had a glass of wine.

They had a roll in the rack,
and then he killed her.

Yeah, we got no
complaining neighbors,

we got no forced entry,
nothing was broken,

and we got no murder weapon.

Who do you think did it, doc?

This lady have a butler?

I hate this crap, you know.

She wasn't even 30 years old.

Fixed lividity, cloudy
corneas, almost full rigor.

Fully, 10 hours ago.

Maybe more.

What do you make of the
tissue trauma to the face?

Fingers, like a hand was
clamped over her mouth and nose

to keep her quiet.

Blade went in just below
the xyphoid process

and straight up to the heart.

She was scared crazy.

Adrenaline was pumping,
her heart was pounding.

I know when I get in there,
it's going to look like she

was stabbed by an egg beater.

And I bet all he did was stick
the knife in there and hold it.

Oh, so you said "he".

Why "he".

Bet the farm.

This guy was strong.

From behind?

Yeah, I think so.

And he was right-handed.

What are the chances of
pulling a print off her face.

Bad place for prints.

All right, so given
the circumstances--

eight to 10 hours--

where's the best place?

Prints on skin?

Very fragile.

12 hours at the most.

But dry, smooth skin.

Inside of the arm, the breast.
- Hold on a second.

Officer, come over
here would you?

All right.

So there are no bruises
on the inside of her arms

like they would be if
she put up a fight.

All right.

That mirror in there
is much too big.

He didn't sneak up behind her.

Maybe he felt her up
a little bit, first.

You know, a little excitement,
a little wheeze in his heart.

He reaches down, boom.

Check her right breast.

OK, I'll try.

And we have had 18
wonderful years of marriage.

18 out of 25 is not bad.

[laughter]

Oh, will you stop that.

No, no.

She's right, Frere Dunn.

We have a wonderful marriage.

But you've got to work at it.

You see, we make the time.

Yes.

Dinner out.

A little dancing.

A little romance.

We do that twice a week.

She goes Tuesdays,
I go Thursdays.

[laughter]

He kills me!

18 years, he still kills me!

Oh, Frere Dunn.

Does everybody call
you Frere Dunn?

What kind of name is "Frere"?

Sounds like something you
see in a skin magazine.

Hey, Harvey, come
here, look at this.

Her frere's hanging out.

[laughter]

Are you nervous
about this, Myron.

Oh, beyond belief.

Yeah.

He was in his car, and
he was turning around.

He wanted to go home.

Yeah.

Oh, don't worry, sweetie.

I'll be here when you wake up.

Call me lucky.

All right, Myron,
just relax a little bit.

Take a deep breath.

I'll count back from
five, and when I do,

you'll be sound asleep.

Five, four, three, two, one.

All right, Sylvia.

This is going to take about an
hour, if you want to go lunch.

Sylvia?

Sylvia?

Yo, Cotton!

Or should I say, Frere Dunn?

Frere, what is that?

Is that French for "fake"?

Nothing fake about it.

Strictly legitimate.

Uh-huh.

And, uh, what is
strictly legitimate?

Psychotropic analysis.

You got a license for
this psychotropic analysis?

None needed.

Just a business
license, and that I got.

Hmm.

You, uh, you actually
hypnotize people?

Yeah something I
developed in the army.

I could actually
put myself under.

Gave myself hives, high fever.

Kept me out of doing push-ups
and have to go on hikes.

What do you do for these
people who hypnotize?

Oh, they do it to themselves.

It's a major attitude
adjustment for most of them.

Look, Cotton,
there's something

I got to talk to you about.
Let's go inside.

Oh, no.

I'm late.

I'm on my way.

You know young girl
named Coco Cunningham?

Yeah, we're good friends.

What happened?

Somebody broke
into her apartment

attacked her last night.

I'm afraid she's dead, buddy.

Coco?

Look, I still need
somebody to come

down and make a positive ID.

You up to it?

Yeah, yeah I guess.

There must be some
mistake, though.

This-- this can't be Coco.

This can't be.

[knocking]

Man, she looked awful.

She'd have hated that.

Yeah, I know
it's rough, Cotton.

Is there anything else
you can tell me about her?

She worked for Monty Banks.

Wait, Montgomery
Banks, the astrologer?

The great one himself.

You don't sound too fond.

I knew Banks when
he ran a string

of high-colonic operations down
in the chicken district, Miami.

Now, he's more popular
than the President.

Hold on a second.

Are we talking about the
same Montgomery Banks?

You bet.

You look at those
degrees on his wall,

they all came by mail from
the University of Bango Bango,

or some other such place.

You're kidding me!

Hey, what did Miss
Cunningham do for him?

Everything, and he
treated her like dirt.

And now that she's gone,
you just wait to see,

his high-flying days
are over for good.

All right, thanks, C.

Oh!

I forgot.

I left something kind of up
in the air back at the office.

Unfinished.

I'll see you later.

OK.

So that's all we've
come up with, so far.

If you could run it through,
I'd really appreciate it.

Just some numbers--

Cotton?

Ah, thanks, Mike.

OK, folks.

I'm going to count
back from five.

And when I do, you'll
be awake and refreshed.

Five, four, three, two, one.

So, let's get started.

You've been away, folks.

Look at the time.

You're lucky I don't
charge by the hour.

Look at this.

This is so much, I don't
know where to start.

Myron, you heard those
stories about King Solomon?

Rita, how you doing?

Did you like the flowers?

- They are spectacular.
- What am I hearing?

I'm hearing something.

It was too much.

I should have done some smaller.

Not so big.

I knew it, you know?

It's like one of those
things you just know.

I did it wrong.

It should've been smaller.

No, no, no.
They're beautiful.

But I--

What?

I can't accept them, Dominic.

I am a police officer,
and we can't accept gifts.

Police, shmalice.

Those are from a friend.

You can't what?

You can't accept
flowers from a friend?

I know you can.

You're a person.

A very nice person.

And I'm a very nice person, too.

Tell you what?

We'll have dinner,
You get to know me.

Dominic, I can't.

DOMINIC: (ON PHONE)
You can't what?

You can't have dinner?

I can't go out
with you, period.

Why not?

Because of pop?

Because I'm related to this guy
you refer to as Donny "Dogs".

Look, Dominic.

I have a very busy schedule.

I have very little time
for a private life,

and absolutely none
for a social life.

Ah, this hurts.

I never thought this
would happen to me.

It really hurts.

I really appreciate
the flowers.

They're very nice, OK?

Thanks.

What happened?

Did she trash you?

You kidding me?

It's going perfect.

[laughter]

Coco kept track
of the business

details, the deadlines,
all that little stuff.

Please.

Please.

I was busy researching, writing,
editing-- the creative end.

What can you tell me
about her personal life?

Well, I guess she
didn't have one.

I feel guilty about that now.

But she was always on the
job, because she loved it.

She thrived on it.

What about her
family, Mr. Banks?

Did she have anybody
she confided in?

An older sister in Ohio, and
I don't know any of her friends.

It's a hell of a note, isn't it?

Should have taken
more of an interest.

No, been more of
a friend, myself.

Can you run me through her
personal activities yesterday?

We worked at the
swim club by the pool.

We often did that.

And I had an
appointment at 3:00,

and she was still
there when I left.

OK.

Listen, if anything
else occurs to you,

will you give me a call?

Absolutely.

Detective?

Mm-hmm?

Coco had a black leather
organizer, a notebook--

had initials on the front.

It had a lot of information
and personal things, details--

confidential.

Could I get that?

You know, we've been
through her personal effects.

I don't remember seeing
anything like that.

Any idea where it
might have been?

No, she always
had it with her.

And I don't know because I
was never in her apartment.

Don't worry about it.
I'm sure it'll turn up.

If there's anything else that I
can do, please don't hesitate.

Yeah, actually, do you have a
picture of Coco we can borrow.

Yeah, will this one do?

Absolutely.

She worked for Mr.
Banks, one of the members.

Only well I knew
enough to say hello.

Right.

Was Miss Cunningham
here yesterday?

Yeah, she was in the lobby.

She talking with anybody?

Just Banks.

I was only here a few
minutes, so maybe you

should ask some of the
people that are here now.

They were probably
here yesterday.

I'm sorry I can't help.

It's all right.

Dominic, what
are you doing here?

Hey, now don't be mad.

Who told you this is my car?

Nobody told me.

I got my ways, you know that.

You talked to my
partner, didn't you?

Only long enough to tell
me you skipped dinner.

Come on, let's go eat.

My cousin Zeno's got a
place 10 minutes from here.

He's a great cook,
a very light touch.

You'll love the veal.
- Dominic--

You got to eat, right?

No, I don't.

I'm not hungry.

I am tired.

I'm going home.

Look, I don't mean to hurt
your feelings, Dominic.

But you have to go away, and
I don't want you to come back.

And no more flowers, OK?

You're a funny guy, and I'm
sure you're a really nice man,

but I am not interested.

I'm sorry.
- That's OK.

I hear you.

I understand.

I'm a little hard
to get to know.

But that's all right.

It takes a little time, is all.

Dominic--

Look, I'm-- I'm keeping you.

Go ahead.

Get out of here.

I'll call you.

What's up, doc?

Only thing the sweepers
turned up was a hair sample.

No root.
Caucasian.

That's it.

- What about sperm samples?
- They were good.

We're going to get a DNA
profile, but it'll take time.

And did you get any
prints off the skin?

Oh yeah, you were right.

Three prints on
the right breast.

They were breaking
down, so the lab is

going to try to enhance them.

Later today, maybe tomorrow.

All right.

(WHISTLES).

Yeah.

All right, Chuck, thanks.

Tell you what, Noriko,
this might be quicker.

We've got a six-point
match off that wine glass

had the fingerprints on it.

Montgomery Banks.

Now all I need is
a murder weapon.

What am I looking for?

Thin blade.

45 inches, maybe 5 and 1/2.

I'd bet on a switchblade.

Thanks, doc.

I resent the hell out of this.

I understand that, Mr. Banks.

You've been given
the search warrant.

You want to call your
lawyer, feel free.

Sergeant Lorenzo?

Yeah?

These were hidden in
the pool house, Sergeant.

Under some sofa cushions.

Looks like dried blood
on the knife blade.

Yes, it does.

I don't know
anything about this.

You're under
arrest, Mr. Banks.

Suspicion of murder in the
death of Coco Cunningham.

Where were you
between midnight

and 3:00 AM yesterday morning?

All right.

I was at home in bed,
asleep, with my wife.

Your wife asleep, too?

I assume so, Detective.

Then I guess she can't
corroborate your story,

can she?

I did not kill Coco.

Talk to me about the items
found in your pool house.

The murder weapon and Miss
Cunningham's notebook.

I swear to you, I have
no idea how they got there.

You swear to me you have
no idea how they got there,

just like you have
no idea how a wine

glass with your
fingerprints got into Miss

Cunningham's apartment.

What?

Let's talk about the knife.

I have never seen it before.

I have never touched it.

I don't know who it belongs
to, or who put it there.

What about the notebook?

I asked you about
that yesterday.

If I already had it, I wouldn't
have asked you about it,

now would I?

I look stupid to
you, Mr. Cunningham?

You were right
about that notebook.

A lot of information in there.

Like the last couple of
months, two or three times

a week, you and Pamela Short.

I've been doing your chart.

You've been doing her chart?

You've been doing her
at the Palms Motel,

that's what you've been doing.

We've been going through
that notebook page by page.

Everything we find
we add to the list.

You want to save me some time?

You want to tell
me what happened?

I wasn't there.

I'm going to level
with you, Mr. Banks.

We got more physical evidence.

Now, would you be
willing to give

our forensics people what they
need to make a DNA comparison?

Thank you, Arash.

Your food is superior.

Can I get a table
near a waiter?

Big C!

How you doing?

OK.

A little better, thanks.

I hear you got Monty locked up?

Yeah, that's right.

Well, I hate to tell you
how to do your job, but--

I got a feeling
that you're going

to tell me how to do my job.

Now, I've known Monty
Banks for a long time, Chris,

and he's just like every other
good swindler I've ever known.

Violence isn't part of his con.

Come on, Cotton.

I thought you hated this guy?

Well, I didn't like
the way he treated Coco.

She did all the work,
and he took the credit.

Don't you want to see
him pay some dues for that?

Oh, he'll pay some
dues, all right.

With Coco gone,
his career is dead.

But you see, the thing is,
he knew it as well as I did.

I see what you're
talking about.

He wouldn't have killed
his meal ticket, would he?

Hold on, let's say
hypothetically, all right?

What if Coco comes to
him and she says, look,

I'm going public.

I'm telling everybody that I
was the voice of Star Signs.

Yeah, a mark does that.

Not a grifter.

Monty would use his tongue
to get out of a jam.

Wouldn't use a knife.

There's always exceptions
to what we expect.

I just don't think he did it.

And I want whoever
did do it to suffer.

[phone rings]

Just the way I feel.

See you later.

All right, Cotton.

Yeah, Lorenzo.

Hello, this is your friendly
neighborhood pathologist.

Listen, forensics didn't
find any prints on the knife

and I got what I needed
from your man Banks.

He's on his way back to lockup.

No way he could've been the man
who had sex with your victim.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
hold on, Noriko.

Since when did the DNA
test become so quick?

I didn't need the DNA
lab for this comparison.

I could do it right here.

Can you say vasectomy?
- Vasectomy?

Yeah, I thought you could.

Your man Banks had one.

No way he could've left those
tracks on the victim's sheets.

Bridget.

I think I got
something in my eye.

I don't see
anything, Mr. DiBarto.

Look a little closer.

Oh!

You OK, Bridget?

I'm OK, Mr. DiBarto?

Are you OK, Mr. DiBarto?

Fine.

Fine.

Oh!

Hey, you heard of
sexual harassment?

All you got to do
is blink these days.

It was an accident.

I had something in my eye.

What you had was
Bridget in your eye.

Come on, pop.

I know the score.

Why else would you
surround yourself

with these little twisties if
they didn't make your blood

pressure stand up and smile.

Why are you here, Dominic?

I was planning
all along to drop

in, as soon as I finished my
business with the TVs in Miami.

With who in Miami?

Well, Uncle Vic.

What did I do?
Could you tell me?

Where did I go wrong?

Hey, you didn't go
wrong or right, pop.

I grew up with ma, remember?

Which is my point exactly.

The object of you
living with your mother

was to keep you from getting
involved in the business

that your Uncle
Vic and I are in.

Excuse me, pop.

It was to keep me from being
around you and Uncle Vic.

It had nothing to
do with business.

Dominic!

Ma told me that.

She also told me she was wrong.

I thought you'd have a
better chance at life living

with her and her people.

She thought so too, I guess.

Until a couple of years ago.

She said she finally realized
I was a true DiBarto and not

a prop Irishman.

I mean, imagine that?

A prop Irishman.

Hey, show a little
respect, huh, Dominic?

She said, you're
just like your pop.

You are him, and he's
you, and that is that.

You should go get to know him.

What?

Took you two years to get here?

I wanted to arrive, pop.

You know what I'm saying.

Some success.

Money in the pockets.

I wanted you to be proud of me.

I am proud of you, Dominic.

Welcome to my house.

Keep your hands off the help.

George, we got
to let Banks go.

Why?

Because we found a wineglass
with his fingerprints

on it in the murdered
girl's apartment.

That's pretty sloppy for a guy
who took the time to wipe off

the murder weapon, Right and
then once he wipes it off,

he's going to hide that
weapon in his own house?

Doesn't make any sense.

Couple this-- he wasn't the
guy that had sex with her right

before she was murdered.

She could have been
in bed with one guy,

he left, somebody else came
in and committed the crime.

Yeah, it's possible.

But what really sticks out
for me is this wine glass.

I mean, think about--

this glass didn't
match any other glass.

It was expensive.

It had a gold rim
around the top of it.

It didn't belong there.

I think it was planted.

We also got this.

Check this out.

Now, in the addresses
and phone numbers right

here, there's a page missing.

Right?

Now, the entry over here
doesn't match what's

down here, which is the Ds.

And that name right there--

Cotton Dunn-- I recognize that.

Look, making the
case is your job.

But I agree with you.

It's not there yet.

I think we should
cut Mr. Banks loose.

You've got to get out of here.

Your marriage with him is over.

Why don't you see that?

He's on his way home, Bobby.

They've released him.

Now leave.

Well, if it's not
jail for killing Coco,

it'll be something else.

I'll see to it.

He's out of your life.

Why don't you do it, Lacey?

Just tell him.

What the hell are
you talking about?

I'm talking about us.

[laughter]

What us?

We were a little
jump on the side,

and that's where it stays.

We were good together,
isn't that what you said?

It's like the
Olympics, darling.

Bobby the Dolphin was
great at the events--

bronze medal and all.

But when the games are
over, it's time to move on.

This isn't a game.

You know, personally, I would
have voted for a silver medal,

because I love your
form in freestyle.

But it's finished.

But think about how
was with us, baby.

You can't be with him anymore.

Isn't that what you said.

I'm the best there is.

Oh, there's nothing
more boring than a lover

hung up on fidelity, Bobby.

Grow up and get out.

You can't treat me this way.

I didn't what we both wanted.

You can't blame me just
cause the cops screwed it up.

I want you tonight.

You're coming to my
place or I'm coming here.

So what, pop?

What are we doing?

You got me decked
out like [inaudible]..

What are you doing?
I'm going to sing?

I'm going to dance?

We got unfinished business.

Your Business with Uncle Vic.

Uncle Vic is in Miami.

Yes, and you soon will be.

Are you kicking me out?

Sending you to
school is more like it.

With Uncle Vic?

The guy's gotta be 80 years old.

And I'm dressed
like Nathan Detroit.

Come on, pop.

Uncle Vic is a wise man.

And you, Dominic, have a lot to
learn about life and reality.

I watched you with my
friend, Sergeant Lance.

A good reason why I
don't want to leave.

She's hot for me, pop.

You wouldn't know rejection
if it bit you on the lip.

Less is more.

You'll learn from Uncle Vic.

Like, how to dress maybe?

It's what Uncle Vic expects.

If he greets you with an
approving eye, life in Miami

is going to be much easier.

I gotta go, pop?

I got business
to take care of.

There's your truck.

My associate Jackie "Shoes" will
go along with you for the ride,

to keep you company.

In case I change
my mind, right?

I'm going to finishing school
with Jackie "the Torch",

for driving.

Hey, Jakie.

How you doing?

I'll call you from Miami, pop.

I gave this to
Coco three years ago,

when she started
working for Monty.

How come your name's
not in there, Cotton?

Huh!

Are you kidding?

She used to tease
me all the time

about how much room it took
up, cause I moved all the time.

Some of my numbers have
to be in there somewhere.

How about that.

It's gone.

You know, Cotton.

You got any idea who else's
name was on that page?

Bobby Dunham would've
been on that page.

Dunham?

He told me they
weren't acquainted.

He said he knew her just as
somebody who worked for Banks.

Oh, they were
acquainted all right.

They've been lovers for
the past couple months.

Coco thought she was
on the way to marriage.

You didn't approve.

No, I didn't.

She's was a sweet, naive
kid, and look at Dunham.

He's smooth, got looks.

I thought he'd hurt her.

Ah, come Cotton.

Why didn't you talk
to her about that?

I mean, you're supposed
to talk about things

like that with people
you consider family.

She didn't know I knew.

No one was supposed to know.

He gave her some
cock-and-bull story

about how it was
better for his job

that nobody knew about them.

She told me about
it through hypnosis.

See, I think she was
going to tell me anyway.

That's why I came spilling out.

You ran a scam on somebody
you love like family?

She wanted to look
back in the past lives.

Second grade, fell off a swing.

Hated wearing braces.

Wasn't invited to
the school prom.

Then we came back to Palm Beach,
and I started getting nosy.

Gotta understand, I tried to
plant the idea in her head

that she should
have a social life.

But then I knew.

And if she found
out that I knew,

she wouldn't trust me anymore.

I understand the predicament.

No, the predicament
came a little later,

when I found out that Dunham
was having a long-term

affair with Lacey Banks.

I didn't know what to do,
so I didn't do anything.

Hey, everybody does
what they have to do.

Come on, Cotton.

Don't beat yourself
up about it, man.

All right.

It'll be OK.

My lawyer says cooperate.

I say you've got a
nerve to be here again.

We think you were the object
of a conspiracy, Mr. Banks--

an attempt to implicate you in
the death of Miss Cunningham.

A frame.

A frame.

It was a room full
of Monty wannabes.

I knew most of them.

You know, uh, this was the
night before Coco's death,

right?

Yes, she arranged
the whole thing.

It was a room full
of Monty's faithful.

A few new ones.

Was Bobby Dunham here?

I see you've
done your homework.

Yes, he was here.

That's the manager
of the swim club.

We have nothing in common.

Works for the club.

Did you know that he was
involved with Miss Cunningham?

No.

DETECTIVE LORENZO: Was
he here that night?

No.

You mean to say
to me that you think

that Bobby Dunham tried
to get rid of Monty

so that he could have me?

This is too bizarre.

What if he did?

What if your husband did
drop out of the picture?

Monty is worth a lot
of money, Sergeant.

But I'm worth a lot more.

I said, what
did forensics say?

We showed Coco's photograph
to five separate people

of the swim club.

And forensics came up with
five clean sets of prints.

So?

Well, they ran a comparison
with the enhanced print that

was pulled off Coco's body.

Did you get a match?

We got a match.

Yes!

Check this out,
because of the short time

prints were
retrievable off skin,

had to be right around
the time of death.

Five possibilities, and
one of them is Bobby Dunham?

You got it.

Oh, ho!

Smells like probable
cause to me.

You get the warrant!

You get the bad guy!

Oh, I'll get the bad guy.

Hold it, Bobby!

Hey!

Ah!

You're under arrest.

The surf is definitely
not up, dude.

The tide is out,
and the pool is dry.

[whistling]

So--

Yes?

Did you read your horoscope
and star signs today?

No, I did not.

Not today or any day.

Well, you know what?

You should.

I'm telling you, you my
friend are in for good news.

Really?

Something like found money,
fulfilling my love life,

or unexpected happiness?

Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.

Uh-huh.

So what about the
one about that?

Is it the same prediction?

Sure.

Sure.

And the one after?

Yeah.

They all say the
same thing, Chris.

Hold on a second.

Are you telling me that
you believe the stars have

nothing to do with our lives.

No influence whatsoever?

You're telling me that?

No, I am saying that I don't
believe that Monty Banks has

any idea what he's talking
about regarding stars

or anything else.

He's a phony, and
he's a charlatan,

and he feeds on gullible
people's hopes and dreams.

That's too bad, because
it says right here,

I should buy my partner
lunch for a week.

I could be wrong.

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