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[music playing]

I love your workouts.

I always get such deep stretch.

Beats a ballet bar
any day, doesn't it?

Let's get back to rehearsal.

I wouldn't want our spouses
getting all in a panic.

To hell with them.

[groans]

Don't go.

I need another stretch.

Come on, Priscilla,
I'm serious.

We start rehearsal for the
new ballet in half an hour.

I know.

I'll be there.

I just need a quick pick me
up at the bar downstairs.

Yeah, well, then you'd better
get some gum or something

because if Gene's smells scotch
on your breath one more time,

he's going to explode.

And I don't think I'm up for
another one of the scenes

between you two today.

Well then you
better wash your hands

and clean your teeth
because you've got the smell

of the big P all over you.

Oh really?

P for Priscilla.

[moans]

I'll see you at rehearsal.

And don't be late.

Why we live on alcohol
and cigarettes, darlings.

That's how we stay so thin.

Oh, thank you very
much you sweet man.

You're both just so gorgeous.

I'm having a difficult
time deciding--

You sodding bitch!

[screaming]

Help!

She's trying to kill me.

I told you to keep away from
my husband, you filthy slut!

[screams]

[theme music]

[vocalizing]

CHRIS: Rita, check this out.

I would've known ballet
was like wrestling,

I would have gotten season
tickets a long time ago.

Star ballerinas, Camila
Kincaid and Priscilla Meadows

were definitely not rehearsing
"Swan Lake" in the bar

at the Fritz hotel yesterday.

Whoo!

What would make two
sisters fight like that?

You know?

What else?

It says here that
one of the girls

accused the other of
dancing a little too

close to her husband.

I love this stuff.

[sucking on nail]

Of course, you know,
when people fight,

it's not always hilarious.

Sometimes it can be devastating.

Downright heartbreaking.

Rita?

Rita?

What?

Oh, this is scary.

Usually when you
avoid eye contact

it means that things
are really good

or that they're really bad.

Do you have to
be so observant?

Sorry.

Goes with the job.

You and Eric have a fight?

No.

It's just he hasn't worked
since he came to Palm Beach.

So?

That's not all.

He's spending a lot of money.

He's gone through
his entire advance

and he hasn't written
a single word.

Are you sure that's
all that's bothering you?

Well, yeah.
I mean, yeah.

What else would be bugging me?

I just figured for you
to be this concerned,

it would have to be some deeper.

You're right.

I'm overreacting.

Yeah, maybe you are.

I mean, Eric's a big guy.

He can make his own decisions.

Your excessive worrying
is not going to help him.

I am not worrying excessively.

Then why are we having a
discussion about something

doesn't concern you?

You're right.

It's his life, his money, and
it is none of my business.

[music playing]

(WHISPERING)
Seven, eight, nine.

Now let this contraction
come from the groin.

Come up like this.

Mmm, heat.

Feel the heat.

Come on.

Let the head.

Don't forget the head.

Gene, this is crazy.

You've been here for
six months rehearsing.

How much longer is
this going to take?

I'm sorry, Kathryn.

But the creative process doesn't
always work on a schedule.

A dog in heat would go into
a coma watching you two.

You're married.

Give it to me.

Sex.

I want sex.

KATHRYN: We should have
been a ballet by now.

Yes and it won't
be much longer.

This dance is coming along
quite nicely actually.

But we do need to get
the set designer paid so

that we can see some drawings.

Gene, I'm not pouring any
more money into this company

until you give me a
date for the premiere.

Steven even said
the New York City--

Steven has never
run a company.

The only thing Steven
has done is dance

pretty and admire himself.

And when he's not doing that,
he's chasing girls so that they

can admire him as well.

But he will sell tickets if
he ever has anything to perform.

Balance, Camilla.

Pull up for heaven's sake.

And that's another thing.

This latest scene with the girls
doesn't enhance our reputation

with the community.

I'm sorry but that's
out of my hands.

Priscilla is your wife, Gene.

Can't you control her?

I wouldn't dream of it.

The fighting makes
them dance better.

The twins need the competition.

And I need a date
for the premiere.

Steven!

She's a ballerina not
a sack of potatoes.

You put her down lightly.

Lift her up not out.

STEVEN: I am trying.

I'm just not used to heaving
around this amount of tonnage.

PRISCILLA: Excuse me?

I haven't gained a
pound in three months.

Well it certainly
doesn't feel like it.

Why don't you just
hit off the ice cream.

I don't feel like spending the
rest of my career in a truss.

All right, that's enough.

Camilla, change your shoes.

We'll do the trio.

Toss the little tart really
hard on the first lift.

Oh, you didn't.

You said she
was getting heavy.

I thought I'd help you out.

[music playing]

What the hell is
wrong with you today?

I twisted my ankle.

Steven get me an ice pack.

Ow.

Haven't gained a pound, huh?

Why, sweetie, even
your feet are fat.

That's why you're popping
out of your shoes.

I don't believe you.

I could have broken my ankle.
- All right.

Do protect me.
She's going t hit me again.

- You bitch!
- Calm down.

What did I do?

You're crazy.

Go ice your ankle.

That was a very silly
stunt, Priscilla.

She might have really been hurt.

Yeah, well sod her.

She hit me first.

[music playing]

Camilla, are you all right?

Oh!

Oh my god.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Camilla, it's OK.

Oh my god, darling.
[camilla crying]

Oh, it's all right.
The maid will clean it up.

Ssh.

Don't you worry
about anything, dear.

It's all right.

Everything is going
to be all right.

[music playing]

So anyway, I finally figured
out a way to start the book.

I mean, I could kick myself.

Here I am, I'm writing
about crimes of passion,

your field of expertise.

I haven't even used
you as a resource.

Well, that sounds like fun.

I would love to help.

So I sat up all
night last night

and thought up a whole
list of questions.

Uh-huh.
Well, good.

Fire away.
- No, not now.

This-- this weekend.
We'll do it this weekend.

I booked us a flight and
a room in St. Thomas.

St. Thomas?

Eric, we don't need
to go away to work.

Your place is fine.

No, no, we do
need to get away.

We need to go someplace where
they'll be no distractions.

Yeah, but St. Thomas
is a distraction, Eric.

That is the point of the place.

I'll be good.

I promise, we'll work
the whole weekend.

Hey!

Hey, get away from my car.

What are you doing with my car?

Away from my car.

[grunts]

RITA: Police officer!

Hold it.

OK, OK.

Take it easy.

It's not what you think.

ERIC: Oh yeah right.

What are you with
the Salvation Army?

No, Sal's Towing.

This is a legal repossession.

I got the papers and everything.

ERIC: What?

TOW TRUCK DRIVER:
There hasn't been

a payment made on this
lease for over four months.

ERIC: What is this?

[music playing]

My accountant paid all of my
bills when I was in New York.

I guess I'm out of practice.

No problem.

Listen, Chris is
going to be here

any minute to give us a ride.

It's no big deal really.

I'll have it all
straightened out by tomorrow.

I was getting kind of
sick of that car anyway.

Way too flashy.

Eric, why didn't you--

why didn't you tell me that
you were having money problems?

I'm not.

Well, this is not a problem.

I'm still flush.

The car's just a mix up.

Is that what you think?

That you think I can't
pay my bills, Rita?

Give me more credit
than that, huh?

[music playing]

You cheating bastard.

How could you do this to me?

Priscilla, relax.

It-- it was only a meeting.

Kathryn and I are just friends.

Oh, don't even bother.

It's bad enough that
you sleep with your wife

but now you're having
it on with that old cow?

Hey, hey.

Keep it down.

Keep it down.

I would never cheat on you.

That's bullocks.

Hey, come to daddy.

Come here.

Come to daddy.

It's OK.

Come on.

[whimpering]

Nobody does this to me.

I'll kill you for this--

I swear I will kill you!

Oh, no, you won't.

On stage and in bed, I'm the
best partner you've ever had,

and you know it.

[moans]

[gasps]

[grunts]

You just go to hell.

[huffs]

[grunts, yawns]

[ominous music]

[menacing music]

[groans]

[police radio chattering]

CHRIS: Oh, no.

No, no.

Definitely not kosher.

You can go ahead
and take her on out.

CHRIS: Hey Sam.

This guy was one
hell of an athlete.

- This is Steven Kincaid.
- Yeah, I know--

I got his name.

No, I mean the Steven Kincaid.

He's-- he's a major star.

Yeah?

What universe?

No, I'm serious--
he's one of the top

ballet dancers in America.

Oh.

You mean, he's one of those
guys runs around in tights?

Go figure.

Huh.

[sighs]

Well.

Judging from the
wound in his back,

I'm gonna say it
was a large knife.

One of these, perhaps?

Yeah-- I nominate the
one that is missing.

Yeah.

Got the uniforms
out in the yard

searching for it right now.

All right.

Uh, I'll go talk to
Mrs. Waldren, then.

OK.

Final curtain.

Sweet dreams, buddy.

Please be careful with those
buds-- they're very delicate.

Thank you.

I'm sorry-- this
is a terrible loss.

Steven Kincaid was the most
beautiful dancer I'd ever seen.

Yes-- I'm very
sorry, Miss Waldren.

Six months of work
just went down the drain.

The whole company.

They-- they lived and worked
here for the last six months.

Is that-- um, is
that a bit unusual?

I love the ballet,
Sergeant Lance.

I have since I was a child.

Unfortunately, I have
no talent for it.

My funding and
housing this company

allows me to live in that world.

It's my greatest joy.

Did you, um--

do you ever have security
on the exterior wall?

No.

[sighs] We never felt
the need before now.

If you'll excuse me, they're
about to butcher my roses.

Please-- hey you, stop.

You-- you can't dig there.

So which one of the twins
was Steven married to?

Camilla.

I'm married to Priscilla.

Didn't know you
guys got married.

Oh, yes, Sergeant.

Sometimes we even marry women.

Yeah, touch .

Sorry about that.
I just--

Assumed.
Yeah.

That's all right--

I'm used to it.

Where were you when
the alarm went off?

I was sleeping.

I worked in the studio
until about 10:00,

and the butler brought me a
sandwich, and then I crashed.

[gurney rattling]

All right.

About 10:00.

[sighs]

I just can't
believe this happened.

I was working on a
piece for Steven.

Oh, it was going to be amazing.

It's such a--

I know this is
a difficult time,

but do you know what
the twins were fighting

about at the Fritz Hotel?

Was that about Steven?

I don't know.

I wasn't there.

Well, from my understanding,
Camilla was upset

with her sister-- your wife--

for having an
affair with Steven.

That upsets you
just a little bit?

Not in the least.

I don't care who
she sleeps with,

as long as she dances well.

OK.

Oh, I know what
you're thinking.

No, I don't think you do.

(STAMMERS) I know
he loved me too.

Even though he was unfaithful.

[scoffs]

Steven said sex
came with the job.

So he was having
an affair with her.

No, I wouldn't call it that.

[chuckles] You see,
my sister sleeps

with all her dance partners.

Really?

All of them, huh?

All of the straight ones.

Even some of the nancy boys,
she claims she's converted them.

She's a pig.

When was the last
time you saw Steven?

Last night, around 3:00.

He sneaked out of bed.

He always thought I was
sleeping, but I never was.

So he went to
go see Priscilla?

I don't know.

Probably.

She is voracious.

CHRIS: And it didn't
bother you to sleep

with your sister's husband?

Why should it?

I'm a dancer.

Sex is just another
form of dance.

Too bad she didn't
feel that way.

Oh, rubbish.

She didn't care.

Huh.

So she was using your forehead
to crack peanuts in the bar.

[sighs]

Camilla's always been
prone to fits of violence.

She's the unstable one.

When's the last
time you saw Steven?

Ow.

Oh, I'm getting a cramp.

Could you help me, please?

What do you want me to do?

Oh, my leg-- it's cramping.

I can't get it off the bar.

If you lift it, perhaps?
- Yeah.

Oh, quickly.
Oh!

Oh.
[sighs]

[chris laughs]
That's much better.

Thank you.

Come on.

You're a real
dish, aren't you?

Oh, look.
Let--

[chuckles]

(STRAINED) Let go.

Uh-- look, seriously.

I got-- I got work to do.

So have I.

Let go of me.

Would you just relax?

Why don't you let
Auntie Priscilla show

you how to do the pas de deux?

[pointed throat clearing]

What's going on here?

Hi.

Hi.

Glad to see you.

[clears throat]

Yeah, that was assault
on a police officer.

You could've arrested
her, you know.

Be the butt of
every joke till I die.

No thank you.
[chuckles]

So what'd you find out from
Priscilla, other than the fact

that she can crush a soda
can between her legs?

[strained laugh]

She was at home
alone all night.

She didn't hear a thing.
- Really?

Yeah.

Camilla told me she loved
her husband very much,

and she wanted to make
the marriage work.

You know, she actually
seemed very normal

compared to her sister.

Well, I'll tell
you something--

what passes for normal in
that house get you a padded

cell anywhere else on Earth.

Oh, it was amazing, Cap.

She had these
skinny little legs,

but she wrapped them around
me, and they were strong enough

to squish me like a bug.

[sighs]

Sometimes I miss
being out in the field.

["shave and a haircut" knock]

RITA: So, you bring
the captain up to date?

CHRIS: Yeah.

I'm just-- I'm just filling
him in on some of the evidence.

Uh-huh.

Did he-- uh, tell you
about Priscilla the Python?

Uh, (STAMMERS) I think
I might have mentioned it.

Yes.

Uh-huh.

So, what you got, Rita?

Well, the girls seem to blame
each other for the murder,

but neither one has really
come out and accused the other.

So--

I think either one of
them could have done it.

These girls are out of control.

RITA: Let's not be
so quick to judge.

These girls lost their
parents when they were 15.

They've lived on
their own ever since,

living on ballet scholarships.

Hm.

You said they were from England?
- Yeah.

The girls moved to the States
about three years ago to join

the New York City Ballet.

They'd been there
until Kathryn Waldren

brought them to Palm Beach.

Nobody at the
estate heard anything.

They were all asleep.

It looks like a break-in,
but it doesn't add up.

You know the
interesting thing, Cap?

The victim was raiding the
fridge when he was murdered.

He was still holding on to
his food when we found him.

So he breaks into
the kitchen, right?

Now this guy, he didn't hear
the alarm or the breaking glass.

Makes no sense.

Wait a minute.

You-- you mean this
guy kept chowing down,

with his nose in
the fridge, until he

was stabbed from behind?

Bingo.

RITA: Mm-hmm.

Yeah, yeah.

You know, there's also
flower beds with soft dirt

on the outside of the wall--

there are no signs, no
footprints or anything,

that the intruder
tried to get back out.

Huh.

You're right.

This feels like an inside job.

What about the murder weapon?

CHRIS: We got a team over at
the mansion looking right now.

That's a huge place, though.

It's gonna take a couple
of days, at least.

[slow music]

RITA: I was a singing
telegram girl--

[laughing]
--for the whole week.

Most people were nice
about it, but some people

cringed and covered their ears.

It was humiliating.

What about you?
What was--

- No!
- --your worst undercover?

Go ahead, picture it.

Ah, male stripper.

Hands down.

[laughter]

Come on, guys.
Guys, guys.

Come on-- you're falling behind.

Bartender!

Ugh Nobody can keep up
with you tonight, Eric.

Well, you better
start drinking then.

RITA: Actually I think
I'm-- uh, I'm done.

Come on, it won't hurt you.

Might loosen up that
little tight spot of yours.

I'm driving, remember?

Mm.

Oh, come on, guys--

relax.

All right? (STAMMERS)
I'll take you both home.

Don't you think you oughta
slow down a little bit?

[chuckles]
- No.

Thanks for asking, Mom.

[clears throat]

Let's go.

Yeah.

Uh.

Eddie, we have the check
when you get a chance?

[grunts]

Look, you want to go home?

You go right ahead.

Look, here's how you do it.

You just walk out on those
pretty little legs of yours,

and you just put one foot
in front of the other,

and you just keep doing it.

Before you know
it, you'll be gone.

That's what I'm gonna do.

Sounds like a good idea.

That's just the booze
talking-- he's drunk.

You know that, right?

I've never seen
him like this before.

Right.

You go ahead, and I'll make
sure he gets home safe.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Eric, buddy.

Wanna tell me what's going on?

Well, she's your partner.

I don't have to tell
you how rigid she is.

Now, enough of that.

Mm.
You're right.

You're right, you're right.

That's enough talking--
some more drinking.

Hey, you!
My man, my man.

We'll have another one.

I'm afraid I can't, man.

How about I get you a cab?

[chuckles]

Well not unless you
got a drink called a cab.

Which case, I'll
be sure and try--

Hey!
Hey, Eric!

Let him go!

Let him go, all right?

Ah, all right-- that's it.

I'm taking you home.

Eddie, put that on my tab.

You got it.

Hands off me.

Whoa.

Take it easy.
Take it easy, Eric.

All right?

This is a bar full of cops.

Not a good place to
pick a fight, OK?

[chuckles]

I'm gonna take you home now.

Oh, well, you're right.

You're right, you're right.

Let's go.

Come on.

I'm just gonna
let you take me--

home.
[wood clatters, glass shatters]

[grim music]

[woman gasps]

CHRIS: Hey.

What happened to you?

Eric happened to me.

Last night after you left.

You all right?

Yeah, it was nothing a
trip to the emergency room

and a beautiful
nurse couldn't cure.

He's, um-- he's been
drinking a lot lately.

I've never seen him that bad.

I would do anything
for you, you know that.

I smoothed things over
with the bartender.

He's not going to
press any charges.

And I'm willing to chalk
this up to a stupid mistake,

give him a chance to
straighten things out.

That's all this
guy gets from me.

I understand.
I-- I'm really sorry.

Rita.

Chris.

In my office.

All right, you two.

I want to know what's going on.

Nothing, Cap.

Save it, Lorenzo.

Did you honestly think
I wasn't gonna find out?

Come on.

You had your little
brawl in a cop bar!

It wasn't Chris's
fault, Captain.

I know that.

Eric owes you big time, because
if it was me, he'd be in jail.

Come on, Cap--
it was no big deal.

Big enough for me to
take an interest in.

You better tell
your Mr. Russell he

got to clean up his act fast.

I'll do it.

Ah.

Rita.

Yeah?

I got to tell you--

I'm worried about you.

Well, there's no need
for you to be, Cap.

When your personal life
sends Chris to the hospital--

Look, I appreciate
your concern,

but it's my problem, not yours.

I can handle it, all right?

[dance music]

Oh.

Turn your hips out, Camilla.

Watch your sister--
she knows how.

Done it for everyone,
haven't you, dear?

Shove it, Gene.

Oh, your butt is hanging
there like an old cow's tits.

Squeeze it tight!
- I'm trying.

Well, try harder, dear.

Ugh.

This is a sensual duet, not
an athletic competition!

(STAMMERS) I
can't do this today.

It's too soon.

[sighing]

All right, take five.

Oh, this is rubbish!

All she has to do is a little
bit of whining and crying,

and you start kissing her bum.

Oh, Priscilla, I'm flattered.

I didn't think you cared
whose bum I kissed anymore.

I should have the solo dance!

I'm a much better dancer
than this little tart anyway.

Shut up, Priscilla.

I'm not a robot like you.

I lost my husband.

You just lost an amusement!

Well, that's not what
we're talking about, is it?

We're talking about who
is the better dancer.

Really?

Well, Steven said
dancing with you

was like holding a wet fish!

But oh, how he loved to
play hide the barracuda.

Oh, you-- you thought you
could take him away from me,

didn't you?
But you couldn't--

Camilla, stop this!

You killed him, you bitch!

Stop it!

She's homicidal!

All right, all right.

I can't work
with her anymore--

I can't feel safe!

Get out of here.

Go to your room and stay there
until I come and get you.

Go!

Are you all right?

[sobs]
- It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.
- Oh, come on--

You can't be serious!

Really, Gene.

You can't expect me to
keep shelling out money

when there's absolutely
nothing to show for it.

Well, we can't have a
premiere without a name.

If you don't give me the
money for another star,

this company is finished.

Fine.

Set a date for the premiere.

I will sign the check
for a new dancer.

(STAMMERS) Excuse me--
would you please be careful?

These are very rare plants.

I will be so glad
when this is over.

They promised me that this
would be over by tomorrow!

Would you forget
about the damn garden?

This is important!

I can't set a date until
I hire a new dancer,

and I can't do that until
you give me the money.

Don't you dare take
that tone with me.

Without me, you'd
still be choreographing

dance workshops in Soho.

You're right.

I'm sorry, Kathryn.

We've both worked too hard to
let this company evaporate.

Please.

Give me a cashier's check, and
I will get you Edward Lafarge.

He's very unhappy at ABT, and
he's willing to meet with me.

Lafarge will never
leave New York.

For $250,000, he would.

Fine.

I'm announcing the premiere six
weeks from the day Lafourche

arrives in Palm Beach.

Oh, you're jamming me,
but all right-- all right.

I can do that.

How's your eye?

My eye is fine.

How you doing?
- OK.

All right.

Eric has been calling nonstop.

He's filled up my answering
machine tape with messages.

So you haven't
talked to him yet?

No.

I'm still mad.

Are you gonna talk to him?

No.

I don't know.

Well, coming from
the guy that he popped,

I think you should talk to him.

Yeah, I guess.

I just-- I never
expected this from him.

Yeah.

You know what?

Sometimes guys, they get scared,
they get drunk, act like jerks.

But then they come
groveling to their women,

and you gotta let this
guy go full cycle.

Why?

Because you don't want to
miss out on the groveling.

That is the fun part.

Ah.

I see.

[huffs]

Cheer up, OK?

Yeah.

Look, I followed your advice.

I ran a check on Steven
Kincaid's credit cards--

he had three charges at
the Wave Ridge Motel.

The last one he had was the
day before he was murdered.

So we should go check it out.

Already did.

Oh.

Uh-- if he always took
Priscilla to the Fritz Hotel,

why would he take it to a dive?

It wasn't Priscilla.

How do you know?

I got a description
from the desk clerk--

this person was a
little bit older

and one hell of a lot richer.

Kathryn Waldren.

Ah.

Surprise, surprise.

[instrumental music]

[sighs]

I'm running late.
Can't this wait?

Well, it shouldn't
take long, ma'am.

It's about your visits
to the Wave Ridge Motel.

[sighs]

Well.

Well, I don't know what to say.

Ms. Waldren, why didn't you
tell us about your relationship

with Steven Kincaid?

Because it was
private, and I couldn't.

Why is that?

Because I was embarrassed.

And I didn't need
any more trouble.

A new conflict would have
delayed the premiere even more.

Especially if
Camilla found out

you were sleeping
with her husband.

I-- suppose that could
have been a problem, yes.

That didn't concern you?

Not really.

Camilla was used to
Steven's infidelities.

I was more concerned about Gene.

Why would he have cared?

I've been very unhappy
with his lack of progress.

Steven was pushing
me to make a change,

and Gene was threatened
by Steven as it was.

Do you think Gene would
have done something about it?

You mean hurt Steven?

Oh no.

No, not at all.

I was afraid that if he
found out about our affair,

he would quit.

I know I ride Gene hard, but the
truth is, he's very talented.

He could get a job with
any number of companies.

Where is Gene now?

It's his day off.

He's out today.
- Mm.

Listen-- when you see him,
why don't you tell him that we

would like to talk to him?

Appreciate your time, ma'am.

My pleasure.

Hm.

So what do you think--

would you kill to keep your job?
- Eh, no.

Not my job-- don't
pay well enough.

Yeah.

I think Gene has been paying
himself some fringe benefits

that Kathryn doesn't know about.

You smell good today.

Oh, thank you.

[interposing voices]

[suspenseful music]

[knocks echoing]

Yeah!

[knocks echoing]

Coming.

I know it's early, but I
didn't know what else to do--

you didn't return my calls.

Look, this is
not a good time--

No, wait.
Wait, wait.

Wait.

[solemn music]

I know you're angry-- just
hear me out, all right?

Just let me see what I want
to say, and then I'll go.

I-- I know these
can't really begin

to make up for my behavior, but
I didn't know what else to do,

so I--

here.

I appreciate the effort.

ERIC: I'm so sorry
for what I did.

I-- There's no excuse for it.

No, there wasn't.

You humiliated me in
front of my friends.

I know it hurt you.

It's just-- this
writer's block thing.

It-- [chuckles] it's
really kicked my behind,

but I know I've got it licked--

I know I do.

I already apologized
to Chris. (STAMMERS)

I think I squared
everything with him.

Good.

So can we be all right again?

I don't know.

Rita.

You're the most important
person in the world to me.

I love you.

I--

How can I be sure
this won't happen again?

It won't.

It won't-- I promise.

I-- just let me make
things all right.

You got drunk, you physically
assaulted my partner.

I can't have that
in my life, Eric.

I mean, I need
more than your word

that you're not going to
let this happen again.

What, do you think I'm lying?

I just said it wouldn't.

No.

I hear you, but I--

I think you're making
promises that you can't keep.

What are you talking about?

Look, I've been
thinking a lot about this,

and I'm not willing to try
this again unless you get help.

I want you to go
to an AA meeting.

[scoffing laugh]

It's over now.

I don't have a drinking problem.

I've been struggling through
the worst patch of doubt

and fear I've ever
had in my life,

and you think I need a program?

Yes.

This isn't easy for
me either, Eric.

I love you, but I cannot
be in a relationship

with somebody that I have to
make excuses for all the time.

Come on-- you don't
think that Chris ever got

loaded and then picked a fight?

No, it's not just
about the drinking,

Eric-- it's about the compulsive
spending, and the anger, Eric.

Oh, I don't believe this!

I came here apologizing and
begging for forgiveness,

and now you're saying-- no,
no, that's not good enough.

I got to put my life on display
in a room full of drunks?

Well, I don't need that!

[somber music]

Well then, I can't do this.

[grunts]

[sighs]

All right.

All right.

You win.

My work, money, none of it means
anything if I don't have you.

[huffs] And what
the hell-- it's only

a few hours out of my life.

Won't kill me.

Rita.

They found the kitchen knife.

Really?

Where?

Compost heap.

Well-- I'm glad I wasn't
on the research team.

So what about Forensics?

Well, they found blood that
matched the victim's, and they

got a nice fresh set of prints.

Gene's?

Nope.

Camilla's?

I know.

She wouldn't have
been my guess either.

Huh.

I guess if a woman
is angry enough,

she's capable of anything.

[huffs]

[solemn music]

Come on, Priscilla--

I've been waiting for
over half an hour.

We need to rehearse.

You don't need me.

You're the bloody
star, aren't you.

You know, Pris, I'm
really tired of fighting.

Well, Gene leaves tonight.

We do need to work.

Oh, all right.

If we must.

Camilla Kincaid, you're
under arrest for the murder

of Steven Kincaid.

CAMILLA: What?

(STAMMERS) I had
nothing to do with it!

PRISCILLA: You're daft!

She didn't do it-- she's
not capable of doing it!

Kathryn!
Do something!

What is going on here?

We found the murder weapon.

Had Camilla's
prints all over it.

Let's go.

Kathryn, I had
nothing to do with it--

I swear!

I-- I'd never hurt Steven,
you got to help me!

Do something, please--

I don't believe this!

[sobs]

I thought you hated her.

I do not!

I love her.

She's my sister!

She's my twin sister.

[shushing]

Then how did your fingerprints
get on the knife, Camilla?

I've told you, it must have
happened when I cut myself

a piece of cake, that's all.

I didn't do it.
Why should I?

Come on, Camilla-- he
treated you like dirt.

He was sleeping
with your sister.

You gonna tell us that you
had no reason to kill him?

No, I didn't.

Yeah, sure, he was cruel
at times, but I loved him.

It was beautiful.

He was the best dance
partner I'd ever had.

You just don't kill
someone like that.

Camilla, how much money
did Steven leave you?

I don't know.

Um-- he was to be paid a
large sum once he'd performed,

but otherwise we all
were getting $850 a week.

That's all?

Yeah, plus room and board.

That's quite good
actually-- normally we

would have to pay our own rent.

Did Ms. Waldren control
the company's finances?

No, she just wrote the checks.

Gene handles all the money.

Uh, Sergeant Lance.

Talk to you outside
for a minute?

[sighs] My stomach is
talking up a storm.

What about yours?
- Mm.

Is it saying that girl in
there might have been set up?

What was your
first and last clue?

Money?

The money.

[suspenseful music]

Ah.

Why are you packing all that?

You're only in New
York for a day.

Well, you never
know what clothes

you need this time of year.

I guess.

Gene, look, Camilla will
be coming home soon.

Yes, yes.

I'm sure it'll all be
cleared up very soon.

- I hope so.
- I really miss her.

KATHRYN: Gene, I have the check.

Would you come to
the study, please?

Coming.

Don't mess with that, dear.

I've got a plane to catch.

Mm.

Here you go-- a
check for $250,000

and I hope he's worth it.

Oh, ho, ho.

Trust me, Kathryn--
this is the best

investment you've ever made.

[fax beeping, people chattering]

Hey.

Hey, hey-- hey, listen to this.

I just got this
from Gene's bank.

In the last six months, he
deposited about $450,000

of Waldren Foundation checks
right into his account,

and then he transferred
them to an offshore bank.

[phone trilling]

Looks like he took out
$10 grand yesterday,

and then he closed the account.

I just ran a check
on his credit card.

He booked a flight to
the Cayman Islands today.

[grim music]
- You bastard.

Now, I should be back
by tomorrow evening--

PRISCILLA: I want
a bloody divorce!

What now?

Priscilla, what's wrong, honey?

Priscilla, this isn't
the time for another one

of your tantrums.

Oh, you'll make time
for this, I'm damn sure.

Sweetie, why don't
you just put that down

and we'll talk about it, OK?

What, this?

You want me to put this down?

No problem.

[gasps]

I didn't binge and
purge for six months

so that you could
rip off all the money

and piss off to some tropical
paradise, thank you very much!

Gene, how could you?

Oh, get real, Kathryn.

Do you think I could make
this kind of cash doing ballet

in this backwater for you?

Get down there.

My husband.

To think at one time I actually
used to sleep with you.

Oh, it wasn't easy
for me either, darling.

I used to shut my eyes and
imagine you were a real woman.

No.

[yell]

Ah, not now, dear.

I have a plane to catch.

Let's go.
Move it.

Oh!

[rock music]

Drop the gun-- do it now!

[chris shouts, grunts]

Oh, Gene, you wanna dance?

[grunting]

[pained grunting]

My first ballet.

I think it's called
The Nutcracker.

Priscilla!

I was so worried about you.

PRISCILLA: Oh, I
missed you so much.

CAMILLA: I missed you too.

PRISCILLA: I'm sorry
I was such a cow.

No, I'm the cow, not you.

So, what's next?

You gonna continue?

Absolutely.

Edward Lafarge is on
his way down today.

So six months from
now, you are all

invited to the premiere of the
Ballet Ensemble of Palm Beach.

Well, I look forward to that.

Thank you.

Let's go home.

Come on.

Rita, can I talk
to you for a sec?

Yeah.
Yeah.

[sighs]

I don't know how to
tell you this, but um--

What?

I just talked to
the desk sergeant.

Eric totaled his rental
car-- he crashed into a tree.

Is he--

He's fine.

He uh, he walked
away from it, but--

he was uh--

[sighs]

What?

He was DUI.

He blew twice the limit.

[somber music]

They got him in the
drunk tank right now.

I know I said I was
done with this guy,

but if you want me to
go down there and--

No, no.

What you gonna do?

Nothing.

[huffs]

[theme music]

[woman vocalizing]

[orchestral music]

[instrumental music]