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"Hurricane Lucy ripped across
Puerto Rico last October 12,

"causing even greater
devastation than Hurricane
George two years ago.

"This time the damage
was considerable.

"This time the damage was...
estimated at $1.8 billion."

"This time..."

"This time the damage..."

"This time the damage
is estimated..."

Ah, Jesus.

Chantal!

Chantal.

Chantal?

* Walk with me

* We'll go dreamin'

* Walk with me

Shouldn't you get that?

- Hello.
- Henry?

Victor Benezet here.
How are you?

Oh, as well as
can be expected,
under the circumstances.

That's good. Henry, I'm
sorry to call you like this,
but I need you to come in.

There's a charity
ball tonight.

It's just a few
questions, Henry,

I understand
why you were
distressed yesterday,

but we do need
to make a proper report.

I'm giving
the toast tonight.

And I'm looking
forward to it, old boy.

Can't we do
this tomorrow, Victor?

It's a fund-raiser.

This'll only take ten minutes.
See you at the station then.

But...

Ah.

Arias?

Yes?

Ah.

Bien.

Henry, Chantal.

Hey, how you doing?

Ah, tell me your speech
won't be insufferably long.

They won't serve dinner
until you're finished, Henry.

Well, if you're hungry,
write a check,

- because I can
go on all night.

Don't bait Henry.
He'll starve us.

Henry loves being
the center of attention.
Don't you?

-Excuse us, will you?
-Yes, go ahead.
Don't worry.

Get out of the way.

I have a position
for a good handyman...

...in case you ever
tire of these long
policeman's hours.

Ah.

Nothing works
around here.

I do appreciate
your coming in on
such short notice, Henry.

You look marvelous,

just...grand.

You get younger
every day.

Thank you, Victor.

You've met
Detective Owens.

Yesterday at the house.

Happy St. Sebastian
to you.

Same to you, Mr. Hearst.

I'll burn us some coffee.

Nonfat milk,
if you have it, uh...

I don't think he
heard me, actually.

He reminds
me a lot of you,

only listens
when it suits him.

That's unfair, Henry.

Not only am I a good listener,
but I keep it all in here.

Anyway, we should have
this cleared up in no time.

Perhaps, under
the circumstances,

I should be
calling you "Captain".

Oh, no.
No need for that formality.

I apologize about
the timing, Henry.

I know you're due
across the street.

We just need to clarify
some of the details
from your report.

Your superintendent
is one of the charity's
biggest supporters.

Oh, I know, I know.

So, if you will help us
put an end to some
of these nagging questions,

why, we'll have you
on your way.

I would have thought you'd
be at the party already.

You know how to have fun,
don't you, Victor?

Ah. Tuxedo's
all ready to go.

I must say,
Henry, you...

You seem in high spirits,

what with all this
on your doorstep.

How should I behave?

Mm.

How's Chantal?

Waiting.

A noble quality
in that young woman.

Something mine didn't
seem to want to do.

I was sad to hear that.

We always
thought you made
a charming couple.

Charming, perhaps,
but...dull, apparently.

You see
the children much?

Both of my daughters are
living with their mother
back in New York City.

Must be hard during
the holidays and all.

We should get
on with it, Henry.

-No milk?
-Out. Sorry.

No, thanks.

Well, you're into charity.

Why don't you
fund-raise us up
a cappuccino machine,

so all the lowlifes
who come through here can
enjoy a solid cup of coffee?

I was just going to ask
Mr. Hearst about the dog.

Oh, yeah, right, right.
"The mystery dog."

Actually, I like "Ghost Dog".
That's got a nice ring to it.

Could we start again? Um...

I come in here
like you ask,

and Mr. Congeniality
here is taking
a hostile manner with me.

It's this case, Henry.

It has everyone on edge.

But it's just...

This business is strange,

going by
what's in the record.

But let's...

Let's see.

Here. Uh, January sixth,
yesterday afternoon.

You say you were
out jogging with a dog...

Yes. Man's best friend.

...belonging to a neighbor
of yours named Ricardi.

Did you ever own one?

When I was a boy,
the family had Great Danes.

But you don't own one now?

Chantal prefers cats.

So, do...
Do you have a cat?

Too unsanitary.

Chantal would want a cat,

but only if
it could be sanitized.

What do you mean?

Cats are always
licking themselves.

I dumped a girlfriend once
because of her damn cat.

That thing had me up
all night, slurpin' away.

A dog, yeah,
is a lot more unsanitary,

but at least
when they're sleepin',
they sleep.

Thank you for that,
Detective.

Anyway,
the messiest is a canary.

She refused that too.

But for once,
I stuck to my guns.

I...can be quite firm
if I need to be.

What was
his name again?

Tango.

Tango?

Do you write
that just like, uh, "Tango"?

How else would you write it?
Like "waltz" or "fox-trot"?

When you
were questioned,

you said,
"I discovered the girl."

What we're not
clear about here
is what the dog was doing.

So?

Logically, you would
expect that the dog
would have found the girl.

Well, I suppose it did.

But you say...

You say you found her.

Well, me, the dog,
we were together.

We found the body.

What difference does it make?
I called the police.

Unless, perhaps, you think
that the dog called
and disguised its voice.

Mr. Hearst,

two young girls have
been found strangled
within the past 16 days.

It is my job
to find the murderer.

You're a principal witness
to the crime scene.

Now, I have to
make sure the facts
of your statements agree

with the other facts
of the case.

Mr. Hearst doesn't appear
to be as distressed today.

I'm a guest here.

I'll be treated with
respect, Sergeant "Opie".

Owens.

-That's Detective Owens.
-Please. Please.

-Please. Please!
-O-W...

Let's all...

Let's all relax.

Everyone has somewhere
else they'd like to be.

Now, Henry,
if you don't mind, please,

tell us one more time
how you came upon the girl.

I jogged up to Ricardi's
like I always do.

I grabbed the dog.

- Better run him
a little faster, Henry.

He's getting a belly
as round as yours.

Fuckin' old geezer.

Come on, boy.
Let's go, let's go!

This dog...

...he was definitely with you?

What dialect do you
need this in?

Yes, the dog was with me.

The dog was with me.

Got it?

You're sayin' Tango.
He was there.

Oh, good.
You're catching on.

Tango's all right.

Keeps me company
on my runs.

We take the path
by my house, like always.

Suddenly, Tango wasn't there.

Tango! Come on, boy. Hey!

I called to him, but, um,
he wouldn't come.

I could hear him,
he was growling, barking,

acting peculiar.

That's when I turned back.
I kept calling.

Tango! Tango,
come on, boy.

The dog wouldn't come.

And you couldn't
see the girl at this point?

Obviously,
not from the path,

but I could see Tango
in there, moving around.

So you ventured off
into the grove.

That's when I saw her.

At first,
I thought she was asleep.

She was almost...
I...

I wanna say...

...angelic.

The way she just lay there.

Her eyes,
they were dark brown.

They were still open.

Sue Ellen Huddy.

She was three days shy
of her 13th birthday.

How did you discern
she was dead?

I touched her.

I mean, I...

I put my head on her chest.

There was no heartbeat.

And that was that.

The dog found the body.

That's correct.

Mr. Ricardi states firmly
that you did not
run the dog yesterday.

He admits that
on most days you do,

but not yesterday.

Well, he just doesn't
remember right.

Well, that may be,
but in that case,

your neighbor, Ms., uh,

Ms. Lazzo doesn't
remember either.

And another neighbor,
Mr. Irwin, also
suffers memory loss.

Now, in the whole area
you're the only one
who remembers correctly.

Who am I to believe?

Them, naturally.

Oh, come on, Henry.
You're taking this personally.

I'm just trying
to find the truth.

You know,
you enjoy hounding me.

How is that, Henry?

You forget, Victor.
I know all your tricks.

A murder by some thug
or nutcase, that's average.

But when it's a pillar
of the legal community,

that's more than a witness...

Ah, then it's
banner headlines, television.

It'd help in your push
to become our next
police superintendent.

Am I right?

Come on, Victor.

Confess.

You see?

I got you.

Let's say you're right,
everything you say.

I bag a prominent attorney,

hang his pelt
on the trophy wall

of my new,
luxurious offices.

What about
your neighbors then?

Are you saying
that they're all out
to get you too?

-How would I know?
-Why would they be?

Maybe because I'm very rich,

because I have a big house
and a glamorous wife.

I have these things,

and it happens
I don't deserve them.

My looks are
entirely ordinary,
and I'm no genius.

Mediocre people
tolerate a success

when it comes to
someone exceptional like
a movie star or an athlete.

But when it comes to
one of their own, ah,

then it strikes them
as being an injustice.

Wouldn't you agree?

I think we're getting
a little far afield.

Interesting thing is, Henry,

there were no dog prints
found at the murder scene,

and we know that
without the dog you never
would've seen the body.

In other words,
your Ghost Dog story reeks.

There were dead
leaves everywhere.

How do you make
dog prints in dead leaves,

Detective Opie?

I don't know.

Tell me.

You're a tax attorney,
good at makin' up fantasies.

That's what
they pay you for, right?

The dog was there.

Jesus.

Hold it. Hold on.

Yesterday. Damn.

They're all correct
about Tango.

Um, I didn't
pick him up at Ricardi's.

I met him
out on the path.

Geez.

Really had me
goin' there for a sec.

Good. That's good.

Um, he gets out sometimes,

and he runs
around the gardens,

and half the time Ricardi
doesn't even know he's missing

until I bring him back.

I remember.
I remember now that, uh,

I called him.

- Tango, come on, boy.
Come on. Come on, boy.

Come on, attaboy.
Come on.

He just went off with you?

Yeah. Tango's my buddy.
Aren't you?

- Good boy. Go on.
Go on! Run.

Perhaps
you'll understand, Henry,

how our ears prick up
every time your story changes.

Yes, and I certainly
hope this one works,

because I'm banking
on this lame dog story
to get me off the hook.

Crap!

How much longer
do I gotta put up...

Owens!

You're outta line.

Good boy.

Speaking of dogs,
you keep yours on a leash.

You don't need a lawsuit.

Now, you listen to me, Victor.

This is getting ridiculous.

When you called me,
you told me it was
gonna be ten minutes.

Now look at this.

I'm afraid it's gonna
take a little longer.

I can see now
the notion of civic duty

and being a good citizen
is just a myth.

I don't remember who said...

You don't seem to
remember very much, Henry.

I don't remember who said
that the police will ensure
the public safety everywhere

except inside
a police station.

You called before anyone
knew Sue Ellen was missing.

Well, does that
make me the murderer?

It says right here,

"I ran home
and called the police."

My God, Henry,

there must have been
several places closer.

I wasn't thinking.
I just ran home.

Or maybe you thought,
"I better wash up first."

I don't like your tone.

And, frankly, Henry,
I'm beginning to find yours
more and more interesting.

What are you recording?

Do you have any idea
why you're still here?

Maybe you should call
a lawyer down here.

I am a fucking lawyer!

This is January the seventh,
8:06 p.m.

San Juan Police Headquarters.
I'm Captain Benezet.

Here in my office with me
is Detective Owens.

We're talking
to Mr. Henry Hearst.

Do we have your permission to
tape this interview, Henry?

Why not?

I have nothing to hide.

Thank you.

Now, then, your name, age,
profession and marital status.

Oh, come on.

Name, age, profession and
marital status, Henry, please.

You just said my name.
Oh, fine, whatever.

Hearst. Henry Buchanan Hearst.

I'm 57.

Your house is called Ilaro
up on Old San Juan Hill,

and you're an attorney?

Yes, senior partner
with Hearst, Dean
and Dumet right here in town.

You must have
a lot of fancy computers
up there in that office.

Do you ever surf the net?

You know, check out
the chat rooms and web sites?

I don't know about
chat rooms, but sure.

What does this
have to do with anything?

Any other hobbies?

Computers are not my hobby.
Photography is.

I have my own darkroom.

I enjoy chronicling
the island's history.

And you're married.

Yes.

Ten years now.

And no children.

Yes, and no children.

Why not?

Chantal won't...
Chantal can't have children.

What? She...
She can't or she won't?

She has a fertility problem.
What difference does it make?

You ever hear of adopting?
You walk somebody else's dog.

Oh, that's true tact.
That's very elegant.

Do you think that's elegant?

This is what I think.

I remember that
you couldn't
afford law school.

I remember you
waiting on tables.

We'd swagger in,

drunk, trotting along
some hot-looking dolls,

spending money
you know we didn't earn.

I think the matter
at hand is payback.

That's what I think.

When Detective Owens
arrived at your house
at 6:54 P.M. yesterday,

he noted that you were
not wearing jogging clothes.

I showered.

Before you called?

No, of course not.

- I called as soon
as I came home.

9-1-1.
What is your emergency?

I want to report...

...a dead body.

Officers also noted
that your wife had not yet
been told about the girl.

She was in the bedroom.

It says here you called
from the bedroom.

You had to lie down.
You were distraught.

We'd had an argument.

When you got home?

No, earlier.

Please don't go
into this now, Victor.

It's none of your business!

Well, damn it, Henry!

Chantal was in the bedroom,
she was not.

The dog was with you,
the dog was not.

Why can't you tell me
one thing that adds up

so we can all
go across the street
and have a good time?

It's a pity, Victor,
that you've never
been in our home.

Then you'd understand.

But I was.

I was there.

Downstairs,
there's that, uh...

Upstairs it gets instructive.

Well, there's nothin'
real special about it.

Mr. Hearst
didn't say "special".

He said "instructive".

Thank you.

Well, let's see.

Upstairs.

There's a hallway, right?
There's a long hallway.

- 60 feet.
- Possibly.

Definitely.

I count five rooms up here.

The extra bedrooms
were for the children
which were never used.

The guest bedroom
was redecorated for my wife.

Our old room is now mine.

In between...

...the hallway,

sixty feet long.

You have separate bedrooms.

My lovely Chantal's affliction
is the green-eyed monster.

They say jealousy
is all the fun you think
somebody else is having.

Chantal can be...

...unbearable, I promise you.

She have reason to be?

Victor, regardless
of what you think of me,

I do love my wife.

I've always loved her.

The only thing I ever wanted
was to be happy with
Chantal and have children.

But the pitter-patter
of little feet was not to be.

- Check those out.
- I certainly would like to.

Certainly
pays to advertise.

Ben, Thomas,
I've caught you in the act.

Married men
should be more subtle.

Where's Henry?

He'll be right along.

He had a business
matter to tidy up.

I thought I saw him walking
into the police station

as we drove up to the valet.

He'll be right along.

Well, what'll we discuss now?

We've pretty much exhausted
canaries and dogs.

Let's talk
about the first murder,

if you don't mind,
down in La Perla.

It happened not too long ago,
just over two weeks.

- A little girl's
body was found.

- Paulina Valera,
twelve years old.

Poor island girl.

Mother was a street hooker,

living in a motel
not too far away.

We think it started
somewhere in the streets.

Paulina was lured or ran,

either way,

the killer left
her body in the dump.

Yeah?

Tell him I'll be right out.

When I get back, Henry,

I want you to tell me
what you were
doing in La Perla

the night Paulina Valera
was killed.

Superintendent.

I am waiting to introduce
good citizen Henry Hearst...

...in, let's see, 29 minutes,

and I'm told
he's still in there.

That's right.

Victor, do you realize
how important this event is?

Yes, we have two dead girls,

but we also have countless
children whose homes were
blown away in the hurricane.

Look, we have open sewers.

We have a cholera epidemic.

Sir, I realize that...

You obviously do not.

How will the sponsors
react if Henry is accused?

I imagine extremely grateful
that their children are safe.

Just have him across
the street by 9:00, okay?

What time you got?

Time to go.

Your pulse is racing, Henry.

-I'm due to give my speech.
-Speech?

Yes, I know. I've been told.

Two patrol officers wrote down
the license plate number
of your Range Rover

which was parked
in the vicinity
of the crime scene.

Your expensive vehicle
attracted attention.

Officers thought it might
be stolen, called it in.

That puts you
in the area, Henry.

Anytime you're ready.

Me, I'm just hopin' this is
as good as "Ghost Dog".

You know where
you were three weeks ago,
Sergeant Opie?

Oh, I was right here,
servin' coffee to stand-up
citizens like yourself.

I was at my sister-in-law's.

I'd knocked back
a few at the club,

and then I had this sudden
inspiration to drop off some
Christmas gifts for the kids.

Name
and address, Henry.

I don't know
the exact address,

but I know where it is.

It's Maria and Paco Rodriguez.

They should be in the book.

Chantal's older sister.

Ho, ho, ho! Ho, ho, ho!

-Great kids.
-Hi.

- How are you?
- Fine.

Maria's done a fabulous
job with them. She...

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Why didn't
Chantal go with you?

It's her sister.

It's complicated.

Paco, merry Christmas.

Henry, I need
to know more about this.

No, you don't.

I talked to her.

She gave up
a little bit of dirt.

She says that
it's the first time

that either Henry or Chantal
had stopped by in a long time.

She didn't sound too friendly.

Why'd you pick that night
to thaw the ice?

It has nothing
to do with anything.

Where'd you go next?

I went home.

Police reported your car
at 2:18 A.M., Henry.

You see, Henry, this is
what we here at the police,

we call it
a window of opportunity.

I was driving drunk.

I was just driving terribly.

I most definitely
needed to walk off the liquor.

La Perla's not a good idea
for a man wearing Armani.

It was
a beautiful night.

This place doesn't scare me.

Well, it should.

So, where did you go?

I found a bench,

sat down.

I found a bench, sat down...

...and fell asleep.

Sat down,
fell asleep.

Found a bench. Woke up...

I don't know when, uh...

Felt better.

I went home.

What's gonna stop me
from shovin' my fist
down his throat?

Well, the police would rather
that I drove home drunk?

All right, Henry.

Let's revisit this...

...bench later.

First, I want
an answer to my question

as to why Chantal didn't
accompany you that night.

It's between the sisters.

I met Paco Rodriguez.

He's a hot local artist.

Busted him once,
smoking grass.

Who doesn't on this island?

You smoke
a little grass, Henry?

Do you?

God knows
it would certainly help
with your sunny disposition.

I'm thinkin' you don't
fancy Chantal
hangin' out with a...

...handsome, successful,
younger man, do you?

Is this necessary?

How old was Chantal
when you married her?

Twenty, right, Henry?

You're what? 67, right?

I'm 57!

God damn it, 57!

Okay.
This is a fucking outrage,
you know that?

You've no right to pry into
my private affairs with these
soap opera insinuations.

Look at you, Victor,

doing a bang-up job
policing the island.

Oh, drugs everywhere.
Crime is rampant.

Superintendent, my butt.

You'll be lucky
to still have a job.

I'm sorry.

I... I'm really sorry.

This is really
rather unbearable for me.

I don't suppose that
Detective Owens could
get me a cold drink.

If you would, Detective.

My pleasure.

All right, Henry,
what's going on here?

Do you have anything...

...a little stronger
stashed away around here?

Okay, Victor,

what's it gonna take
to get me out of here?

We both know that I could
march in an army of attorneys.

I'm intrigued they're
not here already, Henry,

'cause you're
hiding something,

something you don't want
to get outside this room.

Okay.

Now it's just you and me.

Tell me about Chantal.

You tell me
about Kate and Consuelo.

If having a difficult marriage
makes me a murderer,

you'd be Son of Sam.

Mm.

Touche.

Kate and I...

...married too young.

She grew to want
somebody better,

a man with a real job,

money to buy things she came
to know that other men were
only too happy to buy for her.

And Consuelo...

Consuelo just hates
me being a cop.

You stuck with your guns.

You can't tell me
being a cop isn't exciting,

and you obviously enjoy
harassing people.

You don't see folks
running up to me
at cocktail soiree saying,

"Gee whiz, a tax attorney!

"Wow! What a cool job.
Wish I could do that."

Wouldn't mind
what you got, Henry.

Used to be enough.

Chantal's green
monster extends
to her sister's marriage.

You see,
Maria married for other,
more tried and true reasons,

despite her
mother's objections.

Married a man closer
to her own age,

a man of modest means,

dashing young artist.

Beautiful women.

They are a breed
unto themselves,
wouldn't you agree?

A beautiful woman moves
through life unchallenged,

men giving them
everything that they want.

First their daddies,
then their boyfriends,
then husbands.

I'll drink to that.

For some women,
beauty is their only talent.

But there's always
somebody more beautiful,

somebody younger.

Chantal's mother
taught her that.

Why are you doing this
to me, Victor?

I certainly hope you've
gotten your petty thrill
pulling back the curtain,

but there's
nothing more to see.

I'll tell you
what I see, Henry.

I see the bodies
of two young girls, murdered.

The man who did that
is going to answer to me.

You make me sick, Victor!

Why do you keep saying,
"The man who did it,

"the one responsible,
the killer?"

Why don't you put a name
to this phantom...

Henry Hearst, attorney-at-law,

if you're so convinced
that I'm guilty?

Construing my marriage
to be dysfunctional...

...just makes it
easier for you to
sell me down the river.

I'm being convinced,
Henry, but not all the way.

That's why you're still here.

I'm still here
because I choose to be,

because you asked me
if I would "drop by",

because you fed me
this line of crap
about a couple of questions.

But now...

Now I'm leaving.

I've told my story
to exhaustion.

I've got a ballroom
full of people

waiting for me over there
to give my toast
in exactly 12 minutes,

and I've suffered enough
insults and accusations

for any friend to bear.

You're not going
anywhere, Henry.

Ah!

What, are you gonna sic
this knuckle-dragger on me?

In that case be careful,
be very careful,

because you only have
so many possibilities.

You remember, I know
something about the law.

I'm going to walk
right out that door unless
you book me here and now.

How 'bout I detain you
on suspicion?

Are you serious?

Read him his rights.

Step inside.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against...

On what charge?

Taking a nap on a bench?

Walking a dog
without permission?

Two counts first-degree
murder, special circumstances.

Two counts rape...

...upon the persons
of Sue Ellen Huddy
and Paulina Valera.

I raped them as well, huh?

If you cannot
afford an attorney,

the court will
appoint one for you.

Now, do you understand
these rights that have
been explained to you?

See you outside
a minute, please?

He's one hundred
fucking percent guilty!

He knows exactly
where we're taking him.

Yeah, you made
sure of that, thank you.

Now, what if he lawyers up?

He opens his wallet,
in trots some
hardball mouthpiece.

That's it. We lose him.

We already had him.

"I was, uh, sleeping
on a park bench."

I mean, my ass!

You're playing it soft.

Why are you
butter-balling him?

Why don't you let me
go in there and let me
drop the hammer on that guy?

I've got to walk
across the street.

You go back in there,
and you sit with him,

and you keep your mouth shut.

Okay? Shut!

I saw Victor's eyes.

And your nostrils
seem to have a...

...new flair to them,

as in,

your butt got chewed
for blowing the pooch.

Our notorious captain
would love to have
ambushed me with that tidbit

at only the most
devastating moment.

Yeah.

- You okay with that?
- What?

Oh, I didn't know,
diet or regular.

Bet they're fast, huh?

Excuse me?

Little girls,
I bet they run really fast

when you're
chasin' 'em.

You'll be running quick, too,
when I file my lawsuit.

You're telling me
to let a man whom
I think in all probability

killed two young girls,
walk out of the station?

For ten minutes, Victor.

Has he confessed?

Of course not.

Mmm. You have proof
enough to arrest him?

Oh, well, I've caught him
in a number of lies.

You'll need
more than a few lies,

and, until you have them,

I don't want him
retained officially.

Victor, don't tell me
you already...

Five minutes ago.

-Ah.
-Well, I thought
he might take off.

He has to make his toast!

Bring him here.

No uniformed officer,

no restraint of any kind.

See to it, Captain.

Well, this is nice.

A little alone time.

You know,
I like you, Henry.

Can you believe it?

A couple of girls
strangled, raped,

and yet you maintain
a sense of humor about it.

Raped and strangled.

What?

You said
"strangled and raped."

I wouldn't know especially,

but these things should be
put in their proper order.

Don't you agree, Detective?

Do you call to them?

What do I know?

Could be the poor kids
lured you off into the woods,

seduced you.

It happens.

You sound obsessed.

You like this sort of thing.

I'm just curious.

I'm curious how ya' operate.

Now,

these little girls,

I bet they run like rabbits,
don't they?

Come on.

Tell me about it.

What do you do?

Uh, touch 'em?
Touch 'em like that?

What? Did that hurt?

You hurt 'em, don't you?
The little girls?

-Do you kiss them?
-Cut it out!

What's your name, sweetheart?

Paulina?

That's a pretty name.

It's sexy, yeah.

Are you...
Are you here all by yourself?

Hi.

I am too.

Cute top.

That's a tight little blouse
you've got on there.

God, you're a hot
little cutie.

I just wanna rub my...

Where are
you going, little girl?

Henry!

Hearst!

Back!

Back in the office...

Just get your hands off...
Get your hands off me!

Get your hands off me!

You...

Huh?

You son of a bitch!

It's the captain, line three.

He what?

Never mind, Owens. Never mind!

Just...bring him here.

Bring him here now!

He has a speech to make.

When you fix your rug,
I gotta run you over.

Haven't you done that already?

Would you please
get your hands off me?

Please!

My God, Henry, what happened?

Have you met my
new tailor and hairstylist,

the Marquis de fucking Sade?

Look at this.

This is nothing less
than assault and battery,

and I have witnesses.

Witnesses to what?

To what? You knocked me
down the stairs, that's what!

-You attempted to escape!
-That's bullshit!

You were under arrest!

Come on, come on. That's good.

-See what he's doing?
-Just cut the crap!

Right now, Henry,

is a lot of people
depending on you.

Shut up, Owens.

- Oh, shut up, Julio,
for Christ's sake.
Wait right here.

Peter, do you mind?

Ruthanne, you're looking
lovely, as usual.

Henry, is everything okay?

Yes, fine.

Thank you very much.

It's all right.

Isabella, hola.

Wait, wait, wait.

Just pray that I'm guilty
of killing those girls.

Because if I am,
then your boys
worked over a monster.

It'll be brushed
under the carpet.

But If I'm not, then
the monster changes sides.

Henry, just give us
that money smile.

Shit.

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

Happy San Sebastian.

I am proud to introduce a man

who, along with his
lovely wife, Chantal Hearst,

has championed many charity
causes in Puerto Rico.

And, in the wake
of Hurricane Lucy,

we need him more than ever.

So, Henry,
get over here and empty
these people's pockets.

Where's his fucking hair?

I had the damn thing
upside down.

Uh...

Thank you very much
for coming tonight.

Hank! Where you been?

Got a lot of
catching up to do!

I'm right behind you.

When nature sends
its worst against us,

it's as if one of God's checks
has bounced.

Let's pray your checks don't.

Because that's why we're here.

When Hurricane Lucy
ripped across Puerto Rico...

They say no amount of learning
can cure stupidity.

Well, you're certainly
a candidate for the...

If he'd cracked...

But he didn't crack!

And you're off
this investigation.

-What?
-Don't, Detective.

Learn the grammar
of silence while
you still hold that rank.

Now, you go back
to the station.

Go home.

Put on a silly hat.

Do whatever morons do!

The rainforest grows back
without our help.

The island is a family,

one that has been torn apart.

We need to be there
for each other,

especially for our children.

For there's no greater gift
than a child's smile.

I want him back.

Now, tonight. Not tomorrow.

Victor, don't underestimate

the resolve of Henry Hearst
and his law firm

to raise your severed
head on a pole

and wave it for
the whole damn island to see.

We'll see whose head
gets waved on that pole.

Well, that's
your decision, then,

isn't it?

In closing,

I'd like to ask you
to look into your hearts,

realize what truly
matters in life,

and find the love
to help our family.

Perhaps catastrophe is
the natural human environment.

We find ourselves
attacked by unforeseen
forces come to harm us,

even though we are innocent
of any wrongdoing.

But it is human nature
to overcome,

if we work together.

So, please,
help me help the children.

Thank you.

You know, as if I wasn't
embarrassed enough,

you jerk me out of there,

without my even being able
to chat with my friends
and have dinner.

I'm hungry, damn it!

You like chocolate?

There's a whole machine
full of it in the hallway,

and I know you've got money.

You can't treat me
like this, Victor.

Of course I can!

You'll eat, Henry.

Food is the least
of your problems.

I'm gonna do the best I can
to see that you get
three squares a day.

Come with me.

Captain, will you
hold my husband all night?

Possibly.

And
how long could that be?

I have no idea.

Would you like
to have a private
chat with your wife?

No.

Detective Castillo
is going to set up
a video camera in here,

while I go in and have
a little chat with Chantal.

Why must you question her?

Detective Castillo
will get you some food.

I should tell you...

Do it outside.

Okay.

Victor, I need
to know what's happening.

Just give me a moment
while I close the door.

She came in. She was, to me...

Is Henry here?

Can I see him?

I need to see him.

He doesn't want
to talk to you.

If he's innocent,
why is this taking so long?

I never said he was innocent.

Tell me about your lives
together, as a couple.

You could start
with the separate bedrooms.

-He talked about that?
-Uh-huh.

And what else?

Your sister.

Don't you offer to light
a lady's cigarette?

Tell me about the night he...

...visited your sister's home.

What night would that be?

Mm, December 19, Sunday night,
about 9:00 in the evening.

I find it curious
that you chose
not to accompany him.

I wasn't aware Henry
had visited my sister.

Now, why wouldn't he tell you?

Obviously, Henry has talked
to us about your marriage.

How you wish you had
married a younger man,

someone closer to your
own age, like Paco.

You're saying Henry is jealous
of my sister's husband?

Are you having
an affair with Paco?

Am I on trial now?

No.

Can you tell me what time
he got home that night?

There was a night...

Could be it.

I remember the front door.

It's old, very heavy.

It tends to slam.

Did you look at the clock?

You must have been worried.

This wasn't the first time.

Henry?

Hello, Henry?

Hello?

Take me into that room.

Henry.

Why don't you answer me?

You didn't pursue it?

Or didn't you care to ask
where he was?

We don't ask those sort
of questions anymore,

but I'm sure
you're going to tell me.

We have reason to believe
he was in La Perla,

where a young girl
named Paulina Valera
was raped and murdered,

then left on a garbage dump.

Chantal, I need to know
whose name the house is in.

The house was a gift.

Then may I have
your permission
to search the house?

You may not.

You said you were hungry.

What'd she say?

- You all set, Castillo?
- Yes, sir.

Start recording.

I was talking to you.

Oh, that's right.
Victor only listens
when it suits Victor.

Oh, I listen, Henry.

I was listening
when you told me you left
your sister-in-law's

and drove to La Perla,

that you went for a walk
and fell asleep on a bench.

Now, I'd like to hear
something that vaguely
resembles the truth.

That is the truth.

Chantal says you got home
at 3:30 A.M.

I told you, I went for a walk,
I was drunk.

I may have had another drink.

Did you happen onto
Via Del Mar Boulevard?

Mira, Papi.

Do you want
to party with me, huh?

What do you want?

- See any hookers?
- Let's go.

No.

- You didn't talk
to any hookers?
Oh, no.

Spend time with one, perhaps?

Absolutely not.

You're lying, Henry.

Your carotid artery
is pumping like crazy.

And your eyes, they turned
down and to the left.

That's what liars do.
It's a fact.

Our bodies give us away.

Do you know
what these do, Henry?

They keep me awake.

Haven't been sleeping much.

Ever since you found
Sue Ellen Huddy's
body yesterday,

I've been working
straight through.

And I've got so much
to share with you, Henry.

For instance,

I accompanied
those two officers

who phoned in
the license number
from your Range Rover.

We went back to La Perla.

They showed me exactly
where you parked.

We conducted some interviews.

Imagine my surprise
when several prostitutes
recognized your photograph,

said you'd been coming
around for months now.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Victor,
she's in the next room.

I'm talking about
street hookers.

Needle-users, crackheads,
not high-class call girls.

Curb crawlers, for God's sake.

My God!

That old carotid artery is
pumping like gangbusters.

God damn you.

Chantal can't hear you.

Not with the door closed.

Unless I turn the speaker on.

Please! Please.

Please.

She was...

She was blonde,

obviously peroxide,
being Hispanic.

She was...

She would truly
have been beautiful
without all that makeup.

Mira, Papi.

I never knew her name.

Do you miss me, huh?

Yes, you do

I left my
sister-in-law's house

to have sex in an alley
with a prostitute.

I'll be a good little girl
for you.

Little girl.

* Girl for you *

Then I finished myself off
drinking any damn thing

that I wanted
at the Sunshine Cafe.

Whiskey.

What do you think, that I...

That I spend my life
banging on my wife's...

My wife's door?

No, no,
I find a substitute.

Someone just the opposite
from Chantal.

A prostitute is
a woman who will
give you a great deal

for relatively little money.

Well, as an alibi,
I don't know, Henry.

A lot of women in Puerto Rico
dye their hair blonde,

especially in that profession.

But I'll tell you
what I do know.

One of 'em admitted
she'd been with you last week.

Her name was Reina.

You know this man?

No.

Yes.

She was young,

much younger than the others.

And she says...

...that's why you like her.

But this
must be an old picture.

- Why?
- The guy's bald now.

-Bald?
-Mmm-hmm.

You remove your hairpiece
down there as well,
don't you, Henry?

Seems nobody remembers you
with the rug.

Trying not to be recognized
is smart.

If you pick 'em up
in your car,

somebody might
catch a license plate.

"This one likes it quick"

From behind.

He pumps me hard.

At least he comes fast.

Then goes.

Like he doesn't
want to be here.

But I like it fast.

It gets me back...

"To my corner."

But a week ago is no alibi,
is it, Henry?

Why, Henry?

Why here like this?

In the dirt?

Think of the high-class
escorts that you can buy.

Suites at the Ritz,
Dom Perignon,
and you choose this?

Don't tell her.
Will you not, Victor?

Please.

I imagine Chantal would be
thrilled to learn you were
merely with a prostitute.

Instead of what
you were really doing.

Rapists leave bodily fluids,

semen, DNA.

Your tests
will prove that...
That it wasn't me.

Do you use condoms
with your prostitutes, Henry?

-Of course.
-What kind?

I don't know.

Trojans.
Whatever they have.

The killer used condoms.

Chemical lubricants were found
in the victims.

See, he's smart,
just like you.

Knows all about our lab tests.

Both victims were raped
from behind.

Both victims were strangled
from behind.

Thumb and fingerprints
on the victims' necks
confirm this.

- Hi.
Are you
here all by yourself?

Then you put
their clothes back on.

Dirt and leaves
inside the garments
confirm this as well.

That's a real pretty blouse
you have on there.

Then you posed them,
each on their side.

Little heads resting
on cupped hands.

Then you combed their hair.

The lack of debris
suggests this.

Then we have reason to believe
you took their photograph.

Stop it!

Photography is your hobby,
isn't it, Henry?

Well, isn't it?

Stop it! Just stop it!

What's wrong?
Are you all right?

I'm fine.

You want some water?

No, I'm perfectly fine.
I've never been better.

I'm just tired!

You're not exactly
fresh as a daisy yourself.

Do you surf, Henry?

The internet.

This is a statement
from your web-browser
provider.

Your E-mail address
is hhearst@elpuerto.com.

You sometimes use
an on-line alias.

"Hardbody Hank?"

Very catchy.

-God, does this ever end?
-A simple yes or no, Henry.

Okay. Yes.

Yes.

It seems that
Hardbody Hank has visited
several pornography sites,

one of which is called
"Barely Legal."

Features young ladies
posed as schoolgirls.

That web site features women,
not children!

Oh, Christ.

Every time I check my e-mail,
there's a new message
from some electronic bimbo

luring me to her site.

So I checked it out
a few times!
What's the big deal?

And the prostitutes.

What does that prove?
That I'm lonely?

That I don't get it
at home?

That my wife makes me sleep
down the hall?

And all this makes me
a pedophile?

A rapist?
A killer of children?

Why in God's name
would I do such a thing?

I don't know, Henry.

Not yet.

But let's talk about
this glamorous young wife

who keeps poor Henry
shivering out in the hall.

-You know what Chantal says?
-She's lying!

Whatever she said,
I never touched Camille!

Who's Camille?

All right, Mrs. Hearst,
let's talk about your
separate bedrooms.

Henry says it was his choice.
He moved out.

-He's wrong.
-He's wrong,
or he's lying?

Let's not quibble
over words.

Oh, but words can be
very amusing.

Words like
"conjugal duty," for instance,
which, Henry claims,

you have not been performing
with the same willing
good spirits.

Well, to be honest, he says
you're not performing at all.

He has been revealing things,
hasn't he?

I'd like to hear your side.

The most interesting things,
those, I'm sure,
he kept to himself.

Well, not Camille, I'm afraid.

That is the reason you sent
him down the hall

with his toothbrush
and washcloth, isn't it?

Hmm?

He's out there.

Afraid,

hoping for a miracle.

That, one day,
things will turn out
all right,

as long as nobody
speaks of them.

He's right too.

To what? Hope?

To be afraid.

Christmas Day,

two years ago.

We always used to
spend Christmas
with Maria and Paco.

Of course, this was before.

Yeah, that's what
I understand.

I couldn't wait
to see my niece.

Camille.

-There are children
who are special.
-Ho, ho, ho!

Hey!

Who have an extra share
of magic, a grace and purity.

-Camille was one of them.
-Hi.

Henry and I were
extremely fond of her.

-Hey!
-Hey! How are you?

They seem very close.

Don't they?

-Henry! You too!
-You look great!

We were all
having a good time.

The way a family should be
at Christmas.

But then, Henry got drunk.

Red, anybody?

No, thanks.

You've already poured it out.

-I suppose I have.
-He started making remarks...

Please excuse my husband.

...about me and Paco.

Mmm. Excuse the husband,
you know.

Something that Paco seems
to be very adept at.

It was embarrassing.

Henry!

I was angry.

This the first time?

- No.
Is it
some kind of secret

that, uh, Paco finds
my Chantal enchanting?

Henry, don't.

So what did you do?

Don't what?

I told him to shut up.

Just don't.

After dinner,

Maria and I
opened our presents.

Thank you.
Books for me.

Nice.

That she wanted to read,
and jewelry for her

that I wanted to wear.

Why I got up when I did,

I don't know.

Unless you call intuition
a reason.

But he wasn't there.

Something led me
toward the bedrooms.

I don't get it.

Come here.

They were there.

Let me see.

-In her room.
-Ah, yes.

Nice. Thank you.

He was talking.

She was listening.
I couldn't tell you
what he was saying,

but the way he
talked to her,

was the way
you'd talk to a woman.

I remember how she smiled,
the look in her eyes.

He had no right
to make her smile that way.

And you continued
to stay together,

each at your own
separate ends of the hall.

And you never had sex since?

You're putting on quite
a show for Henry.

Aren't you?

Right now,
he can't hear you.

Once a woman decides
that it's not important,

even when I would try
to get things back to normal,

that image was always
with me.

And since you can't
have children...

Of course I can.

Would you mind telling me
how old you were
when you and Henry met?

I think I was about 11
when we came over
from Europe.

Henry became
my father's attorney here.

They sailed together.
He was always around.

In our families,
you could always find

some friend
of your father's with
a boat in St. Thomas

or a penthouse in Manhattan,

and that man was Henry.

Now, your father,

he died when you were, what?

Fourteen.

And Henry became
your surrogate father?

He paid for my college.

And that's when
you became lovers.

I wasn't interested
in boys my own age.

Spring break, I couldn't wait.

We did it
on Henry's yacht,

then in hotels, in cars,

on beaches, everywhere.

He was different with me.
He was tender.

We had a time,
Henry and I.

I can imagine.

So, can you imagine his anger

at not being able to
make love to you now?

I've seen it.

You've seen it?

Has Henry raped you?

Chantal!

Chantal!

Chantal!

No.

Rape is an act of anger.

It's about control,
not about sex.

Henry's a very angry man.

Do you think he's guilty?

Do you?

That night he visited
your sister's home.

Did you notice
any scratches on him?
Signs of struggle?

I can't remember.

I need to get my hands
on the clothes he was
wearing that night.

Chantal, please.

Give me permission
to search your house.

No.

Mrs. Hearst,

because you saw your husband
talking to your niece
on Christmas Eve,

you've thrown him out of
your bedroom and haven't slept
with him in two years.

Now, don't you think
that's a little bit harsh?

Stop trying to bait me.

What do you call a beautiful
young woman who is jealous
of her 13-year-old niece?

Honest.

Honest.

I don't know
who's more fucked up,
you or him?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

But don't you want to know
you've been right about him?

Don't you?

Don't make a mess.

-Castillo.
-Sir?

Take a squad of men.
Escort Mrs. Hearst
back to her house.

Yes, sir.

-Castillo, search the house.
-Yes, sir.

Say it. Go on, say it.

She tells you about Camille,
everything falls into place.

There's no need to even ask
my side of the story.

I'm Jack the Ripper,
Jekyll and Hyde,
the big bad wolf.

I remind you, Henry.

I've heard your
story all night,
and you've been lying.

-Detective?
-You got a problem, huh?

All right.

Let's go!

Sit down, Henry.

Going man to man now,
are we?

Shall I roll up my sleeves?

Christmas, two years ago,
you and Camille.

Let me see.

I don't get it.

- It was nothing,
absolutely nothing.

Camille dragged me
into her room to show off

a Christmas gift
from her mother.

She was high on a sugar rush
from pumpkin pie.

This'll look good on you.

Couldn't keep still.

Smile!

So, Chantal overreacted?

Chantal never
let you touch her
after that.

You know, there are...

There are many things
that separate couples.

Infidelity, money,

a long illness.

I'm separated from
my wife by a hallway,
a 60-foot hallway.

In fact, it's a desert,
that hallway.

And at the very end,
there's a door.

And when it's locked,
you can knock all you want,

but that door won't open.

Why do you hold on?
Why not just get a divorce?

Oh!

Just trade one nightmare
for another. Let's add it up.

Half my money, the house.

I'd end up living over
somebody's reconverted garage.

Oh, yeah, and then there's
half my share of the law firm.

It's bullshit, Henry.

It's vanity,
pure and simple.

Being with her puts you
on everybody's A-list.

You're Puerto Rico's
glamour couple.

"Oh, Henry and Chantal Hearst.

"Ooh, they're so in love."

Just full of compliments
tonight, aren't we?

Well, that's why
you stay married.

At our age, finding
another woman like that
is not so easy.

Mmm. It's not so easy
if you're taking them back

to your third-floor walk-up
piece of shit $500-a-month
studio apartment.

Is that what you mean, Victor?

Well, we can't all afford
to wine and dine

the classy, sophisticated
ladies we meet in La Perla,
now, can we?

Just who'd your wife
find you with before she
relocated in such a hurry?

Fuck you, Henry.

Oops.

Tell me.

Sue Ellen Huddy.

Did you know her well
or just in passing?

Not well. Not at all.

It's impossible for a man
my age to know a
12-year-old really well.

To know a 12-year-old
really well.

Both bags.

Throw me them bags.
Thanks.

Castillo.

Matt.

The darkroom.

There was no dog, Henry.

There was only you.

We don't have any evidence
of a struggle,

so it had to be somebody
very good with children,

or someone she knew.

Did you kick the ball
around with her, Henry?

Did you laugh and play
with her first?

Or did you just take her?

Was it as exciting
as Paulina Valera?

Tell me, Henry!

Go to hell.

You dressed her again.

You posed her.

We'll find the brush, Henry.

We'll find the brush you used.

We'll find the brush
you used to get
her hair just right.

And then what you came for.

Your trophy.

You met Chantal
when she was eleven.

You molded a pleasure model.

Is that what you think
children are for?
To pleasure you?

Victor, Victor, Victor,

You peel my onion
down to the nub.

Are you trying to tell me
that you don't
like 'em young?

Huh?

Oh! You're twice divorced.

Single with a vengeance.

Who do you talk to
in the martini bar?

The best-looking girl
you can get away with,
that's who.

And she's not 50,
probably mid-30s.

Of course,
in her 20s, hey!

Now we're talkin'.

How about teenage girls?
We loved them then.

Why should anything
change now?

What does he possibly see
in a girl that young?

What in the world
do they talk about?

Hey, if I want to discuss
the S&P 500,
I'll call my broker.

Young girls don't talk.

They laugh, they live,
they're in the moment.

And every night is
the night.

And their bodies are
hard and tight and smooth.

The way skin is
supposed to be.

And saying so

doesn't make me a pervert.

Men can't say shit anymore.

We're all browbeaten
by youth-obsessed
old bitches,

fresh from their chemical
peels, still want us to open
their doors, pay their way.

Yes, Victor.

I love young women.

At least I'm honest enough
to say so.

One hundred
fucking percent guilty.

Owens. He found them, sir.

She come back with you?

-Yeah.
-Put her in there.

All right.

All right, but only
if you promise to keep your
mouth shut until I'm ready.

You're welcome.

You can have a seat
right there.

Check the recorder.
There should be enough tape,

though I don't think
we'll need much more.

Have a seat, Henry.

She's in there watching.

Mmm-hmm.

What's he saying?

You're good at hiding
behind things.

Sit down, Henry.

And tell us one more time
about your relationship
with the second murder victim,

Sue Ellen Huddy.

Your relationship
with the murder victim,
Sue Ellen Huddy.

The little girl you claim you
found by the jogging path.

She thinks that I did this.

I'll ask the question
one more time.

What was your relationship
to the murdered girl,
Sue Ellen Huddy?

There was none.

None?

No, none.

I saw her by the house
on occasion.

She lived in the neighborhood.

I might have spoke to her
once or twice.

Um, if ever.

A greeting, per...

Perhaps.

Here's what I believe, Henry.

You're bored.

You're unhappy.

You have a history
with very young girls.

You've been
placed at the scene
of the first murder.

Your attempt at a alibi
was to kill a second
young girl.

You're in love with someone
who doesn't love you,

just who you were.

You're very, very lonely.

I'll tell you what I believe,

what I know,

what I have proof of.

Can you tell me
who that is?

Sue Ellen.

Sue Ellen.

A portrait like that
takes time, Henry.

And this little girl?

Chantal was nice enough
to bring these out
of your darkroom.

You make lovely photographs,
Henry.

I can't believe that

she would go to these lengths

to make this kind of point.

It's almost farcical.

You killed Sue Ellen Huddy.

Yes.

And Paulina Valera?

Yes.

Both of them?

Yes, both of them.

Raped and murdered them.

-I'm the one.
-Are you prepared
to make a statement?

What else am I doing?

Well, let's, uh...

Let's begin with
the first victim,
little Paulina.

Take your time.

I, um...

Saw her, uh,
on the doorstep.

-Capitan.
-Si?

Okay.

Go on, Henry.
I'll be right back.

Okay.

You saw her on the doorstep.

I saw her on the doorstep
and, um,

- she was all alone.
- She went off with you?

All right, what is it?

These were in his car.

You had sex with her.

Yes, I raped her.

-And then?
-And then strangled her.

There in the dump?

-Um, no, no, in the...
-Who's this?

-In an alley.
-We were too late.

-Huh?
-Which alley, exactly?

But we got him, sir.

Park Central stakeout
caught him in the act.

- I don't know, um...
- He's downstairs.

They are processing him now.

So, afterwards,
you carried the body
to the dump.

Sir, it's over.

Yeah, I dragged it.

Her clothes?

You'd already put 'em
back on?

I redressed her.

And you posed her?

Yes, I po...

Yes, I brushed her hair.

Uh, I took her...

I took her hands
and cupped them

under her cheek.

I opened her eyes,

and then I took
her picture.

What are you doing?

You can go home, Henry.

What?

It's over.

They caught the killer.

What are you saying?

He's downstairs.

What?

* Walk with me

* We'll go dreamin'

* Walk with me

* We'll go dreamin'

* Walk with me