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[ insects chirping ]

[ police radio chatter ]

[ distant dog barking ]

[ camera shutter clicks ]

[ thunder crashing ]

Medium size, dark clothes,

Caucasian-- is that all you saw?

Well, it was all over so fast.

Would you drop that in here, please, Mrs. Russell?

Do I get this back? It's my favorite carving knife.

As soon as you cut him, ma'am, it became evidence.

Well, if I could get it back by Friday--

I'm making a roast for the Santa Barbara Ladies' Club.

Well, we'll try, ma'am.

And my Ming statuette.

My husband paid 30,000 for it 12 years ago.

We've had a dozen art thefts in the past six months,

and so far we haven't recovered anything.

You're lucky you weren't hurt as bad as some of the others.

Well, at least

I stuck him a good one before he got away.

[ thunder crashing ]

[ jazz playing on recording ]

[ rain pattering ]

[ music continues playing ]

[ steam hissing ]

Woman: Come back here.

No, I can't.

I've got to finish this.

But I don't know why you haven't paid me for my last three pieces.

You get paid when I get paid, darling.

Yeah, I've heard that for the last couple of months.

Listen, Marion, I gotta pay my rent.

It's four days overdue.

Take your clothes off.

[ chuckles ]

We can talk about all this later.

I've really missed you, baby.

You said you'd have it for me on Tuesday.

Today is Friday. They're turning off my water on Monday.

Our first night together in a week,

and all you can talk about is money, Jonathan?

I'll give you everything I have in my purse-- 28 bucks.

I won't have any cash, but what the hell?

I just want what you owe me.

Oh, you know how the rich people are about paying their bills.

You don't like the way I handle your work,

get another dealer.

I'm supposed to be paid on sale. That's our agreement.

We could be so happy together--

so simple--

if you would just love me.

Oh, I love you, Jonathan.

Do you love me?

Tell me.

Tell me.

Tell me you love me.

I'll see you tomorrow, darling.

[ door opens and closes ]

Mr. Dunbar.

Hey, Mrs. Lee, Mr. Lee.

Mr. Dunbar, I get many, many compliments

about your art.

Mr. Lee: Only art I ever knew--

laundry truck in New York.

$4.25.

Just put that on my bill, okay?

Not okay. No more credit.

You owe more than $100.

Listen, a very rich woman owes me money.

When she pays me, I pay you.

Until then, I want you to keep this.

Ah. Ah.

[ speaking Chinese ]

One day that's gonna be worth a lot of money.

[ tires screech ]

[ tires screech ]

Hey, are you okay?

- Woman: Oh, my God. - Huh?

- What? - You're not bleeding. You're okay.

- I thought I just hit that guy. - Who?

That guy who just ran in front of my car.

I didn't see anybody.

Oh, my God, I hit somebody's van.

Don't worry about it.

I mean, it's been hit before. It's mine.

Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry. Look, I'll pay you for it.

It's no problem. It gives it some character.

I don't know what to say. I'm sorry. I'll give you my driver's license.

Listen, no. Let me move your car out of the street.

Why don't you get out of the rain and sit in the van? I live right there.

[ woman coughing ]

That rain.

Let me help you with that.

Is this yours? It's incredible.

- Here. - Oh.

- Are you okay? - I'm fine,

I think. [ shivers ]

You want something warm to drink?

- How about a beer? - Thought you'd never ask.

So you're a sculptor.

No, I just do body work.

Metal sculpture is basically

just advanced auto body shop.

I've seen this. It's that statue outside the UCSB library.

That's me.

I love it.

This is great.

Usually people that run into my van don't have any taste at all.

My mother was a painter--

mostly landscape, watercolors.

But she was really good.

- Who represents you? - Easton Galleries.

- Marion Easton? - You've heard of her?

I've been to a few of her openings.

The art she handles is a little bit

mainstream for me.

Well, she's only handled me

for two years.

She keeps promising me a show

as soon as I finish this and get a couple more pieces.

Thank you. You've been really nice about all of this.

I've got to go.

Uh, well, shouldn't we exchange numbers or--?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'll get you my card.

I'm a marine biologist.

Gina Bayworth. Uh...

Jonathan Dunbar.

Wait, listen. Uh, can I see you again?

I usually don't go out with artists.

Hey, nobody ever accused me

of being an artist.

Dinner.

- How about tomorrow? - Call me.

[ chuckles ] Well...

I'd hate to think I might have sideswiped that guy.

- I didn't see anybody. - I didn't hit him,

but maybe we should call the police.

[ chuckles ] Not until we get to know each other better.

[ door alarm dinging ]

[ alarm stops dinging ]

I'll call you tomorrow.

Thank you. Good night.

[ starts engine ]

[ man moaning ]

You all right, buddy?

Buddy, are you okay?

This isn't the kind of neighborhood to be taking a nap in.

I think-- I think I'm okay.

Come on, let me help you get up. Come on.

- Come on. - [ groaning ]

Shit.

What happened?

Some guy mugged-- mugged me.

I'll get you some help, okay?

No, I'll be okay.

Mr. Lee, Mrs. Lee.

Mr. Dunbar, what's the matter?

This guy's hurt pretty bad. We need to get an ambulance.

Don't worry, we'll get you to a hospital.

No. No hospital.

You need to see a doctor. You've lost a lot of blood.

Help me home.

My mother--

I'll call her doctor.

Are you sure?

If you could help me-- help me home.

- I'll just call my mo-- - Okay, okay, come on up.

- Ready? Up. - [ man exclaims ]

Okay?

Okay. All right.

[ man groaning ]

So this is where you live, huh?

Well, I did this morning.

I always figured there was a great place up here.

I drive by all the time on the way to Lookout Point.

You know, it's just up the road.

Yeah, I've been there.

Yean, it's a good place

when you need an inspiration,

which in my case is mostly always.

[ groans ]

- Take it easy. - I'm okay.

My God, Eric.

He was hurt. He didn't want to go to a hospital.

- Oh, dear. - I was shopping.

I've got him.

- Are you sure? - Yes, I've got him.

'Cause I could-- if--

Thank you so much. You've done quite enough.

You're welcome.

Jeez, what a night.

- Gregory. - Hey, Jonathan, how are you?

About to vomit, I think.

Only if it comes out white.

I was hoping you wouldn't come in before I had a chance to warn you.

George Hector, "White On White."

It's Marion's hot new find.

"Minimal abstraction," said the "Times."

How about "criminal abstraction"?

- Gregory: Mm-hmm. - It stinks.

Basically, darling, it's very simple:

you just have to tell him to fuck off

in the nicest possible way.

The pair sells for 95K.

- Marion. - You look wonderful.

Not a penny more, not a penny less.

Listen, if your client wants the two paintings,

he has to go through me.

I have exclusive representation,

end of discussion.

All right.

Good-bye.

I have been trying to reach you all day.

The Russells' party tonight--

remember you promised to come?

I feel like a monkey in a suit at those things.

It's just not my style.

The hustle is supposed to be your part of the job.

George? George Hector?

¿Cómo está?

I'm fine. Everything's fine.

Everybody loves your show.

Well, no, no.

Actually, I'm calling about the Russells tonight.

Oh, that's very kind of you.

Okay, I'll see you then.

Hasta la noche.

You see, Jonathan, not all artists

refuse to answer the telephone.

George Hector is no artist. He's a fashion parrot.

Well, he's not as good as you are.

But he is successful.

That's one of my favorites.

Actually, it is my favorite.

But creating great art isn't enough.

There's the small matter of selling it.

Yeah, I don't want that kind of success.

Look, Marion, we need to talk.

Darling, I don't want to hear about money this afternoon.

Neither do I, but you owe me $14,000.

Do I control the US Mail?

You get paid when I get paid.

Look, just stop jerking me around. It's 14 grand.

I don't have it yet.

Oh, Jonathan, come on. The Russells' tonight--

wear your suit. Be your charismatic self.

And then we'll discuss your show.

Oh, my show? Great, yeah.

Hey, I love you.

Forcing you to do things you don't want to do is hard for me,

believe it or not.

Okay, I'll come to the party.

Good.

I'll see you later tonight, okay?

Look, I'm sorry. I'll get it back, I promise.

Oh, it's no problem. Just don't let Marion find out. Advances...

Are against gallery policy, I know.

Gregory, between us, has she collected

on any of those last four pieces yet?

Hey, all I know is, she keeps talking about

what a glorious future you're gonna have.

Yeah, well, when the rent's overdue, the future's now.

[ Marion over intercom ] Gregorio, signature card, please.

My master's voice. You're doing fine work, JD.

Someday...

Can I use the phone?

Yeah, just be sure to leave a dime on the table.

[ Marion over intercom ] Now, please.

Flying in, Marion.

Listen, I'll get that 50 back to you as soon as I can.

Don't worry about it.

I'll just be a second here.

Hi. This is Gina Bayworth.

Wait until the sound of the beep, and you know what to do.

[ machine beeps ]

Gina, Jonathan Dunbar.

Hi. I hope you didn't wake up with whiplash.

Listen, something came up.

I have to dress up like a monkey

and sell my soul for art for a couple of hours tonight.

But I'd love to see you later.

So I'll call you before 10:00.

[ birds chirping ]

Mother: Eric, are you awake?

What kind of person would do this to you, I don't know.

Well, it wasn't Fred Astaire.

My God, what a world.

You didn't fall on your head, did you, honey?

I was downtown, gallery-hopping.

Eric, I do wish you'd be more careful with your money.

You can't afford to spend any more money on art.

- It's my money. - It's your trust.

Your father wanted the accountants to decide.

You don't understand. Art is the sanest investment you can make, Mother.

Are you sure he didn't knock you down?

Because if he did,

it may have dislodged your skull plate.

My skull plate is fine, Mother.

If it's even a millimeter off, the doctor said,

or electricity.

There was lightning last night.

I haven't had an episode in over eight years. Please don't start.

Honey, I'm not starting.

I'm just a bit put off because I've been beaten and stabbed.

Is that all right with you, Mother?

The last time you saw the doctor,

did they check your skull plate

or did you just imagine that they did?

Why don't you just have me put away, Mother?

Nobody's going to put you away, dear.

[ sighs ]

The key, sir?

Under the dash. The red wire and the white wire--

touch them together lightly.

[ jazz music playing ]

Marion: Leslie, Wayne,

how nice to see you again.

- Marion. - I can't wait for you to see George's new show.

Would you excuse me a moment?

Oh, certainly.

Oh, no, no rape, no sex.

I just stabbed him a good one in the kidney

with my butcher knife

and he hit me in the forehead

and away he ran.

Jonathan,

do you remember

the women's lounge

at the county museum

after the ladies' glee club of Solvang

had left it vacant?

And you

put my hat on.

And we slipped

inside each other--

oh, excuse me,

inside the bathroom

for the most precious moment

of inspired ecstasy

that I have ever seen

in that museum?

Darling,

I need to talk to you in private.

George Hector's show is gonna sell out

much faster than I thought.

Who gives a shit?

You should.

Your show opens in four weeks.

The whole world is gonna know about Jonathan Dunbar.

I've been hearing this crap for two years, Marion.

Why should I believe you now?

Because it's true.

Look, here's the invitation.

These are going out in two days.

Are you happy? I want you to be happy.

You're really gonna do it this time, huh?

Yes.

Yes.

Ah, I can make you happy.

Oh, Jonathan, what is so terrible

about two people giving each other what they need?

- Jonathan. - Hmm?

- Tell me the truth. - Yeah.

Who did you call today

- on the phone? - What?

In my office, who did you call?

- It's none of your business, Marion. - It is my business.

I called a woman, okay, Marion?

- You want your show? - I can't do this.

Don't walk away. Don't walk away, Jonathan.

I want to have a professional

business relationship with you, okay?

Oh, give me a break.

If you can't do that, then I don't want to see you at all.

Jonathan, you walk away-- you're finished.

I'm not gonna give you your show. No one's gonna give you your show.

It's over, Marion.

You're gonna go to your grave unknown.

It's better than being buried with you.

Jonathan!

When I first moved to Santa Barbara, none of those

ugly oil derricks were even out there. I hate them.

Then when I got out of the federal penitentiary...

I'm sorry.

You know, I always kind of liked the way they look.

But I'm a metal sculptor, so...

It's a great spot.

Yeah, I've been coming here for years.

It's-- it's only Santa Barbara,

but it's like being on the edge of the world.

When I was in the fourth grade,

they had that big oil spill here.

My dad had just bought his dream house on the coast

and all these dead birds and seals

washed up on the shore in front of our house.

They kept dying there for months.

I remember that.

The only thing good about it was everybody around here pitched in.

I had a pelican in my bathtub for six months

while I tried to get the oil off its wings.

Why are you so tense?

I'm-- I'm not.

I just want things to be different.

[ chuckles ] Thanks a lot.

No, it's not you. I--

you're really beautiful.

Look, it's--

it's just not my night.

[ train passing ]

[ insects chirping ]

[ jazz music playing ]

Don't think

that you can make a unilateral decision

without consulting me.

It's not legal. [ chuckles ]

Baby. Baby, baby, baby, baby,

you have to consult me on all matters

pertaining to your art.

Baby, please don't. Jonathan, please don't.

I have full control

of the disposition of all of your art numbers.

We made an agreement.

You cannot break the agreement at this point.

[ Jonathan and Gina panting ]

[ steam hisses ]

[ knocks on door ]

Mr. Dunbar, I just stopped by to thank you.

You gave me a ride home the other night.

Yes, sure. You're the guy I found in the alley.

- How are you doing? - I'm fine.

A lot of blood, but not much damage.

My mother's doctor said

that I might have bled to death if you hadn't got me home.

I guess I owe you my life.

No problem.

Hey, come on in. I'm just working.

Come on.

Mr. Dunbar,

this is extraordinary.

You can call me Jonathan.

I'm sorry. I'm Eric Hinsley.

It's really a pleasure to meet you.

I went to that grocery store to find out where you live

and I saw your painting there, black-and-white--

really, really terrific.

Yeah, they're really nice people.

They keep giving me credit even though I'm broke.

It's really strange that you're an artist.

I know it's a little early,

but I brought you a thank-you gift.

And looking at your great art, I--

it does call for a celebration.

I'll find some glasses.

Great.

So, Eric, what do you do?

I'm an esthetician.

In a hospital?

No. No.

- I collect art. - [ cork pops ]

Whoa, don't waste that.

[ laughs ]

Whoa.

I was gonna be an artist,

but I had an automobile accident.

Oh, shit.

Skull fracture.

I don't have fine motor control in my right hand anymore.

Can't even paint a straight line.

If this is for sale, I'd like to buy it.

I don't know. It's gonna be pretty expensive.

It's not just because you saved my life,

but I can see-- I can really see

that you're a genius.

Eric: I could sell two of my Warhols.

Jonathan: You'll still have to deal with Marion Easton.

I know most of those gallery people.

They're all the same. I try to stay away from them.

They're more interested in profit than they are in art.

She's got this goddamn contract--

exclusive contract.

She won't let me see the books.

Hell, she won't let me see my own pieces in her storeroom,

says she doesn't want me looking back.

Women always want to be the work in an artist's life,

like you have an armful of art.

Anything can be a work of art--

any activity consciously controlled.

Sometimes you gotta kill in order to create.

Don't think I haven't thought about it.

Death in life, life in death,

that moment when life passes into death--

that's the essence of great art.

Sounds like you know more about it than I do.

Hell, I used to work on '55 Chevys.

But now you're a great artist.

I'll do anything I can do.

Maybe I could get you a show.

I've got connections too.

You can't do anything.

She sells my work. I never see any money.

You'd just as soon get money out of a turnip as Marion Easton.

Blood-- "blood out of a turnip."

I hope that bitch boils in her Jacuzzi.

That does improve some people's personalities.

[ tower bell ringing ]

[ belches ]

Uh, I gotta get back to work.

Thanks for the champagne.

Would you like to have a drink sometime, maybe dinner?

Give me a call.

Hey, if there's anything that I can do

to help somebody like you reach his full potential...

Thanks.

Listen, man, you want to paint-- paint.

It's not in the hand. It's in the eye.

See you later.

[ projector clicking ]

[ projector clicking ]

[ door squeaks ]

[ distant siren wailing ]

Up, up, up, Gregory.

Get out of bed.

I want a hot fudge sundae

or a pitcher of gin or something.

I'm having an anxiety attack.

Gregory: What's going on?

I'm giving Jonathan a show.

Only you're gonna do it. I can't handle it.

[ sighs ]

Not after what he did to me today.

[ chuckles ]

You know, I can't remember a time when I couldn't handle anything.

[ metallic bang ]

- Hold on. - What is it?

I don't know. I heard something downstairs. Don't go away.

Gregory,

how many times do I have to tell you

to press "enter" after punching in the code?

E-N-T-E-R.

The door doesn't lock without it.

Hurry up, please.

I don't want to be here alone tonight.

[ footsteps ]

Gregory?

Eric: Jonathan.

Jonathan, where--?

- Who are you? - A friend of Jonathan's.

A true friend.

- [ exclaims ] - Sit down.

Don't hurt me. Oh, please.

Please don't. Please don't.

Oh, I'll give you whatever you want.

Please don't.

Please put the gun down.

The gun is so you'll listen,

Marion, so shut up.

Jonathan's my friend.

And you've treated him very badly.

He's a great artist.

He's a genius.

You stole from him, Marion.

It's not nice to steal from a great artist.

Please stop.

People like you who systematically debase

and exploit the public's taste-- you make me sick.

[ screaming ]

[ screaming ]

Enough. Stop.

Please, I'll give you whatever you want.

I'll give him his money. I'll give him his sculpture.

Please put the gun down.

Real artists are people too, Marion.

Real artists want to do real work.

They want real beauty. The want the truth, Marion.

[ screaming ] No! No!

Stop.

[ moaning ]

I'm gonna make you immortal, Marion.

[ water running ]

Are you sure this is whale sperm?

Get serious.

No, these are great. They're like landscapes.

You have my mother's eye.

So I guess we'll be seeing each other for a while.

I hope so.

You're the only male that's been around here in a long time,

except for my Siamese fighting fish.

Remember when I said I never go out with artists?

Well, then think of me as a welder.

It's because my father's Daniel Lambert.

The Daniel Lambert? The dealer?

I took my mother's name.

[ chuckles ]

Jesus, he's got one of the biggest galleries

in the western hemisphere.

[ distant dog barking ]

So do you want to meet him?

Uh...

I-- I don't know.

He's my father and I love him

and he's made a lot of money for a lot of people.

What's wrong with that?

I don't think it's made any of them better artists.

Listen, I just do what I do.

So I noticed.

- [ police radio chatter ] - Wilder: My wife is gonna love this case.

She's taking a course in contemporary art.

Now me-- I don't know a thing about it.

Maybe you can give me a hand with what I'm dealing with here.

That sculpture, for instance, that black, polished thing--

whose thing is that?

Uh, Jonathan Dunbar.

What does something like that go for?

Well, he's relatively unknown.

Excuse me. What about this?

That's 25, maybe 28,000.

The car went for 85,000.

- [ man whistles ] - [ Wilder chuckles ]

That's the same as the guy who's got his stuff downstairs?

Yeah.

Turner, did they find any prints downstairs?

Turner: Nothing yet, sir.

Wilder: Tell them to rush the fingernail scrapings at autopsy.

Dr. Dubois owes me a favor.

Turner: And the coroner wants to know if you want

gas toxicity readings from her lungs.

Wilder: Everything. Poor old girl.

Turner: What else, Lieutenant?

Wilder: What do you think? Turn her inside out.

I'm gonna need her client list,

financial records, a list of everybody

she saw or talked to during the past week.

You don't think it was a burglar?

A burglar doesn't leave the rings and the watch

and all these fancy sculptures. No.

No, a burglar doesn't kill like this.

You can call this kind of murder

a signature.

Someone came here to leave his mark.

[ bubbles popping ]

[ birds chirping ]

[ phone ringing ]

[ machine clicks ]

Hi. This is Gina Bayworth.

Wait till the sound of the beep, and you know what to do.

[ machine beeps ]

- Gregory: Uh, yeah. - Gina: Who is that?

This is Gregory Powell. I'm sorry to bother you,

but I'm trying to locate Jonathan Dunbar.

If you know where he is,

I need to talk to him as soon as possible.

Um, Marion Easton has just been murdered.

So if he gets this message,

would you just please have him call me--

Gregory-- at 461-999...

[ machine beeps ]

[ whispers ] Jesus Christ.

I'm really sorry.

I wonder how he got my number.

Eric. Eric, I'm ready.

Are you sure you don't want to come to Apple Valley?

I'll only be gone a month.

You love dogs.

No, Mother. I have to see Jonathan.

Lambert: I admire your work

and I'd like to handle you.

And if you're agreeable, we can start the wheels moving.

I've already talked to the police,

and they'll cooperate inasmuch as they're not going to impound

any of the artwork in the Easton Gallery.

When Gina called us, we had already been trying

to get in touch with Marion for a long time.

She would never return our calls.

Now I've got an open slot in my gallery here in Santa Barbara.

If you have enough work ready, it's yours.

And if it goes well, then--

Yeah?

Well, let's assume it will go well,

and then we'll move on.

I trust it won't offend your artistic integrity

if I suggest you sign a contract?

Well, I feel a little funny.

I mean, Marion isn't even buried yet.

Dunbar, proper handling

- is everything. - [ helicopter blades whirring ]

To be true to your talent, you owe this to yourself.

Can you be ready for an opening in a month?

You're kidding.

Maybe an advance will make it easier

for you to get ready.

I'll call Gina. Lunch is on me.

I'm pleased. Welcome aboard, really.

[ Spanish guitar playing ]

It's one of the best restaurants in Santa Barbara.

Oh, great. Here it is.

- Wow. - Everybody dig in. I hope you enjoy this.

Thanks. You know, the space is quite large.

4,000 square feet?

I'm thinking three big pieces,

one each, in the main salon.

You know, we thought that possibly you could do

two more large pieces

in the style of your winged angel.

[ Jonathan chuckles ] Two more?

I haven't even finished the first one yet.

And that took almost a year.

Well, inevitably,

your future work will go much more quickly, right?

Dad, you don't just make these things in a microwave.

Jonathan, you're gonna be working

for a very select market

of collectors and corporations,

and they'll have their needs.

They're like today's Medicis.

But if you were to ask 15 of the most talented

and successful West Coast artists--

Jonathan. Hello.

Eric.

I was just walking by. How are you?

I've been thinking about you.

Fine.

Uh, Daniel Lambert.

- How do you do? - My pleasure.

Hi. I'm Kyla Leif.

- And this is Gina Bayworth. - Hello.

- Eric... - Hinsley.

Hinsley. Eric's a collector.

- Great. - Care to join us?

I can't. I'm sorry.

Jonathan, I just heard

the terrible thing that happened to Marion Easton.

- Yes, horrible. - Yeah, awful.

Are you okay?

Yeah, well...

Kyla: We were just talking about Jonathan's new show.

No.

Where?

At my gallery here in town.

Are you familiar with Jonathan's work?

Yes.

I'm a great admirer.

Kyla: Oh, we'll send you an invitation.

Do we have your address?

Jonathan knows where I live.

Well, this is really wonderful.

I'm glad to see you're doing so well, Jonathan,

considering what we talked about last week--

you know, what you said about Marion, how complicated things were.

- Yeah. - This is very good news, very good.

Out of the ashes of tragedy comes a phoenix of new hope.

It's good to see you, Eric.

[ people exclaim ]

I'm sorry.

- Hello? - Wilder: The door was unlocked.

I don't have anything you can carry.

Or want.

Hi there.

I'm Lieutenant Wilder, Homicide.

Uh...

sorry. Sorry.

You're Dunbar.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Sure. This is my friend Gina Bayworth.

Hello. Would you like me to wait outside?

No, no, that won't be necessary. This will only take a minute.

We're interviewing people who knew Marion Easton--

clients, friends.

And I understand you were both, Mr. Dunbar,

and that you saw her on the day that she was murdered.

Yeah, I stopped by to check out my stuff.

She had a few pieces of mine.

Yes, I know. I saw the one hanging in her office.

That was from her personal collection.

Well, we know she was alive at 10:15,

because she called her assistant Gregory Powell,

and dead at 11:00 when he arrived.

I left the gallery at 5:00.

You mind if I ask you what you did that evening?

I came back here to the studio

and did some work, and then I went to Gina's place.

- What time was that? - 10:00.

Is that right, Miss Bayworth?

Yes.

I was working, reviewing some slides,

- but I know he got there before 10:00. - What time did he leave?

- Um... - I don't think that's any of your business.

This is a murder investigation, Mr. Dunbar.

That's all right.

He spent the night with me.

Mm-hmm. Well, Mr. Dunbar,

if you think of anyone who had a reason

to kill Marion Easton,

I'd appreciate it if you gave me a call.

- Sure. - Please.

- Nice to have met you, Miss Bayworth. - You too.

Thanks.

I was working. I must have lost track of time.

It was 10:30 before you got to my house.

You know me. I don't wear a watch.

I don't know you very well, Jonathan.

Just wait.

If I thought you had anything to do with this, I wouldn't have lied.

I didn't kill Marion Easton.

I know you didn't.

Look, I've got to go back to work.

- When am I gonna see you again? - Not for a few weeks.

I'm in the middle of this research project up in Oregon.

We're testing this new rebreather,

trying to see how close we can get to great whales.

Are you sure you're not trying to avoid me?

I'll call you when I get back.

Look, you have your show to get ready for.

I hope this thing with my dad works out for you.

I'm sorry about Marion.

I appreciate that.

Hey.

Come here.

We'll talk about it when I get back.

JD.

How are you doing?

I--

Well, it hasn't been easy, Jonathan.

I just can't believe she's gone.

You don't know the ordeal I've been through.

I haven't even had time to miss her.

Despite our problems,

you know,

I feel terrible, I do.

But I hear you're doing very well. Congratulations.

You know, Jonathan,

I didn't say anything to the police

about your fighting with Marion.

- Jonathan: Listen-- - I know--

I know you had nothing to do with this,

but it wouldn't have looked very good.

Marion Easton

was a magnanimous human being

whose contribution shall long be felt

both to her friends and family

and to the artists whose work she so generously supported.

She leaves behind a grateful selection of artists

whose life she touched with her creative inspiration...

I know this is a terrible time to bring this up,

but I'm out of a job.

And if you could spare me

that $50 I loaned you...

Of course, yeah.

Priest: Comfort us in our sorrow

over the death of our sister.

Let our faith be our consolation...

- Here. - ...eternal life our hope.

Don't worry about it. You were always the one

that loaned me cash when I was strapped.

- Thanks, Jonathan. - Lord, hear our prayer.

The police have really been rather difficult.

I think it's wonderful that you're with Lambert.

Please don't get the wrong idea, Jonathan.

I'm in rather desperate straits, you know,

and I thought you might see your way clear

to loaning me a little more money.

- A loan? - Yeah.

I'd hate for you to think that I'm blackmailing you, JD.

I found Gina Bayworth's card next to the filing cabinet.

Don't even say her name.

Yeah, I--

I know you couldn't have killed Marion.

But I know you were there that night.

Never again, okay?

Okay.

Jonathan. Jonathan.

- Jonathan, you're making a big mistake. - What?

Don't sign with Lambert. Give me a chance.

Give you a chance to what?

You don't need money right now. What's important is your art, Jonathan.

I'm tired of being broke.

Why don't you just leave me alone?

[ Strauss waltz playing ]

[ rattling ]

[ music continues ]

[ exclaims ]

Be very still

and very quiet now.

Van Gogh gave an ear for art,

but you don't want to lose yours, do you, Gregory?

Oh, Jesus. Who are you? What do you want?

I just want a favor, Gregory, old man.

Anything. What?

[ screams ]

[ panting, exclaims ]

My God, what are you doing?

What have you got on Jonathan, Gregory?

I found his girlfriend's card in the gallery

the night Marion was killed.

Oh, God, stop.

You think he killed Marion?

You jerk, he wouldn't do a thing like that.

He's an artist, not a murderer.

I'm the murderer.

Jonathan's my friend.

He's got to get ready for his show,

but people like you keep forcing him to deal with crooks

like Marion and Lambert.

I won't bother him again, I swear.

Where's the card?

In my coat pocket,

the tweed one hanging in the closet.

Take it.

[ exclaiming ]

Jonathan is my friend too.

[ music continues ]

- [ insects chirping ] - [ banging ]

[ Eric grunts ]

[ body being dragged ]

[ music continues ]

[ water trickling ]

Well, Gregory,

it was right where you said it would be.

I'm glad you told the truth this once.

Even Marion wanted to tell the truth at the end,

but of course she couldn't talk.

[ distant dog barking ]

Mr. Lee, how much do I owe you?

$127.45.

Here's $200. Let's call it even.

Hey, where's my painting?

[ sighs ]

Someone break in,

don't steal nothing but your painting.

You're kidding.

Mrs. Lee very sad.

I guess lots of people liked your painting.

[ whistles ]

You've upgraded your image.

I've been working pretty hard.

Come into some money?

I signed with a new gallery. They gave me an advance.

I have an opening tomorrow night.

Yes, I know.

You signed with this guy Lambert

a few days after Marion Easton's death.

King of convenient, wasn't it?

Mr. Lambert was already interested in my work

before Marion died.

Is there some point to this, Lieutenant Wilder?

What happens next?

Next?

If your show is a success.

We'll take it to Santa Fe in a couple of months.

I hope you weren't planning

on going along with it, Mr. Dunbar.

You're a suspect in a murder investigation.

You neglected to tell me

you were involved with Marion Easton

and that the two of you had a long-term relationship,

a stormy one at that.

Look, I'd already broken it off.

We made the mistake

of trying to mix business with pleasure.

Don't you ever fight with your wife?

Oh, yes, usually over money.

We took a look at Marion Easton's books.

Seems she was cooking them pretty good,

and you were getting fried the worst, Mr. Dunbar.

Did you know she was robbing you blind?

I sometimes wondered why I never got paid.

Oh.

You know,

if I had a suspicious mind

and you didn't have such a pretty alibi,

I'd say you looked real good for this one.

I didn't kill her.

You ever make a death mask, Mr. Dunbar?

The police lab found traces of black foil

on Marion's face,

like somebody was trying to make a mold.

You know, my wife takes an art course.

She tells me

that's how sculptures are made.

By the way,

have you seen Gregory Powell?

Not since Marion's funeral.

Well, if you do, give me a call, will you?

He seems to have disappeared.

Maybe he took a trip.

If he did, he's wearing his shower curtain.

What?

That's all that's missing from his apartment--

him and his shower curtain.

[ door opens and closes ]

[ phone ringing ]

Hello.

Jonathan, it's Eric. I have to see you before your show.

Eric, listen, I've been really busy lately, okay?

I thought you might be interested.

It's about your friend Gina Bayworth.

I found her business card

with some numbers written on the back.

I'm here, Eric.

Sit down.

What's going on?

Jonathan, you must be living in a fairy tale

to take that tone of voice with me.

Where did you get that?

Where do you think?

You're not a collector. You're a thief.

Art is for those who can appreciate it, don't you think?

Where's Gina's card?

In a safe place. I got it from Gregory.

You see how much I like you, Jonathan?

You see how much help I can be?

Gregory's never gonna bother you again.

He's gone away on a long trip.

I don't want your help.

Yes, you do.

I know you were at the gallery that night.

In fact,

I know you left the door unlocked so I could get in.

You killed Marion?

You saved my life.

I wanted to do something for you.

You're crazy.

All artists are a little crazy.

I want the winged angel.

I've already got a place picked out for it in my gallery.

As much as I admire you, Jonathan,

you take another step and it's all over.

As you know, I have a small collection of my own.

I want that sculpture.

After all I've done for you, if you're gonna sell yourself to Lambert,

I think it's the least that you can do for me.

It's out of my hands already.

There's nothing I can do.

You'd better.

Yeah, okay.

Okay.

I'm really happy for you, Jonathan--

for your show tomorrow night.

Have a great opening.

[ distant siren wailing ]

[ car horns honking ]

Jonathan, I went by your studio.

I thought maybe-- I hoped I'd find you here.

I'm really glad you did.

I really missed you.

I missed you too.

I hear you got a lot of work done.

You're coming with me tomorrow night?

Jonathan,

I'll be there, but I don't think I can come with you.

What do you mean?

I think it's time we talk.

I don't know. I don't get it.

Look, it just keeps going around in my mind.

Why did you ask me to lie for you?

I didn't ask.

All right, I just need to know why I had to.

Look, I always knew you were sleeping with Marion Easton, okay?

The art world here isn't very big.

But a murder-- Jesus.

Where were you earlier that night?

Jonathan.

Look, there's nothing I can say. Either you trust me or you don't.

It's hard trusting someone who won't talk to you.

I still want to see you, but I'm frightened.

Maybe you're right. Maybe you shouldn't see me for a while.

[ quiet music playing ]

Mr. Dunbar, you know, I've always enjoyed art,

but now that I'm taking some lessons,

I'm learning to appreciate the effort that goes into it.

Have you ever taken lessons, Mr. Dunbar?

Uh, just a couple of welding classes

back in high school.

Well, I guess you just have to be born with it.

Mr. Dunbar,

I see you've met my wife.

Uh, not formally.

- It's a pleasure. - Claudia.

Didn't know you were an art collector, Lieutenant.

Oh, I'm not. I collect criminals.

- Kyla: So? - Man: Well, it's very handsome.

Yeah, it's very beautiful.

I mean, the angle of that line

and the sudden shift in volume along here--

it's-- it's very kinetic. It's-- it's very active.

Lambert: Mark, I'm glad you could make it.

Danny, I want you to know I just flew back from Cabo for this.

Now where's this winged statue you've been raving about?

I could be interested.

I don't know. Your wife will kill me

if I let you buy one more piece from me this year.

Oh, you know Rita. She threatens to kill everybody.

Come on, let me buy you a drink.

It's very powerful--

a very troubled woman.

- How can you tell? - [ chuckles ]

I know art. My husband and I collected all our lives.

I can just feel it.

Her troubles are over now.

Thank you. I'm glad you like it.

Actually, I've been looking

for something a little smaller.

I had my favorite Ming statuette stolen right out of my house.

- Sorry. - It's okay.

I stuck the son of a bitch a good one

before he got out.

Jonathan, I've got someone you need to meet. Hello.

- Excuse me. - This is terrific.

We've got the Murphys here, Whitechilds,

David and Eleanor Duprees.

Critics?

No, buyers.

These are the people who can make a career

with a single purchase.

Man: I wanted to know if they'd take a cashier's check.

[ man and woman laughing ]

Oh, Mark.

Mark, I'd like you to meet Jonathan Dunbar.

Nice to meet you.

A nice place here, nice things, pieces.

Very nice.

By the time we're finished in Europe, I can guarantee

that Dunbar's price will have tripled.

Well, hell, Danny, you know from my front porch there off Hacienda Reserve,

I've got them 97 acres, goes right out to the sea.

Kyla: Oh, this piece will be wonderful against the horizon.

Mark: Well, there's mostly trees in there, though.

Lambert: You should see it, Jonathan. It's fantastic. It's beautiful.

What kind of trees?

Live oaks. But we can cut some of the trees down

- and make our own horizon. - [ all laugh ]

Listen, excuse me a sec.

- Woman: Oh, now don't drink so much, okay? - Man: Yes.

Excuse me.

Look,

I'm sorry.

I was at the gallery the night Marion was killed.

I broke in. I wanted to see if she was cheating me.

I saw her. She was still alive when I left.

But I couldn't tell anybody.

That's why I lied to the cops and to you.

Take my check?

I guess so. I've got the papers at the office.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink back there.

Good evening, Mr. Lambert. Excellent show.

- Thank you. - I couldn't help overhearing--

did you buy one of Jonathan's pieces?

Oh, yeah, I bought the big one with the wings on it.

No. I'm sorry, but there's been a mistake.

- What? - See, you can't have that one.

- What do you mean? - No, I'm sorry, it's mine.

- What are you talking about? - It's mine.

- What? - It is mine.

- What do you mean, it's yours? - It's mine.

- What are you talking about? - Jonathan promised it to me.

Just a second. What are you talking about?

- No, Jonathan said he'd give it to me. - Now lower your voice.

Jonathan promised me he'd give it to me. You have no right to sell it.

God damn you, Jonathan. How could you do this to me?

This isn't an art gallery. It's a whorehouse!

- Settle down, Eric. - After all I did for you, that piece belongs to me.

I want that card back now.

Tied to Gregory's head?

What did he mean, after all he did for you?

Lambert: You've cheated me again.

Mark: I bet I can sell that thing tomorrow in New York

for $50,000.

Lambert: Please do. It will shoot this boy's price

right through the roof.

Are you in town for a while? I can hold on to it.

No, no, no, send it right over.

Fine. I'll have it delivered on Wednesday.

Pleasure doing business with you, Danny.

[ distant crowd chattering ]

What are you doing here?

That's Eric's car. Come on.

Hey, did you see that guy?

He gave me his ticket and disappeared.

I wonder where he went.

Hey, fella, how about getting that piece of junk out of my way?

That's the guy that bought the winged angel.

Well, he was with my father.

Where is your father?

I don't know. I think they were going to his office.

It's over there.

Jesus Christ.

No.

I don't need these to take care of you, old man.

Now you'll leave Jonathan alone.

There.

Shit.

[ Lambert gagging ]

Eric!

You!

- Woman: Oh, watch out. - Woman #2: Oh, dear.

Hey, you there, stop!

Terribly sorry.

I had a little attack.

Police. Out of the way, please.

It was him. It was him, Lieutenant.

[ starts engine ]

Who was it? Dunbar?

No.

It was the little kid-- that crazy kid from the restaurant,

Dunbar's friend.

Eric something. I've got his name on the invitation list.

I'm sure I'll recognize it.

He's the one who broke into my house.

Damn,

I thought he'd have bled to death by now.

That's the guy who killed Marion, isn't it?

Why aren't we going to the police?

Because he knows I was there that night and he can prove it.

But he's crazy.

You don't know the half of it.

I tried to keep you out of this,

but he's got your business card

with Marion's alarm code written on the back.

It's bad enough I made you lie for me,

but I don't want the cops to find that card.

Jesus Christ, Jonathan, let's leave.

No, you just stay here, okay?

Please.

Listen, if I'm not back in a little bit,

call the police, call Wilder.

My tire iron is right there.

Just grab that.

[ metal dings ]

Just keep right on going, Jonathan,

right on down the stairs.

I got something I want to show you.

I should have left you bleeding in that alley.

You're gonna love this. You're just gonna love this.

[ dings loudly ]

Well, this is a pleasant surprise.

Would you care for a soft drink, Gina?

Gina: Oh!

Jesus.

[ stone scraping ]

Hello, Gina.

I hope you like my art.

You look very, very pretty.

Have you ever considered modeling?

Such senseless violence, Gina.

I sacrificed these people to create this altar

because Jonathan's been held back by all these people,

just like I've been held back.

This space was for the winged angel,

because I made it possible for him to finish it.

[ Gina grunting ]

I need to fill this space now.

You'll be a work of art.

You're gonna be the real winged angel, Gina.

You're actually gonna fly.

Jonathan!

Hello, Jonathan. You're right on time.

Eric, no!

[ Gina screams ]

If I fall, she falls.

Pull her up, Eric.

You inspired me, Jonathan.

I finally found my medium.

Now you're gonna see myart.

[ screams ]

Jonathan!

Gina!

[ grunting ]

[ screams ]

Jonathan: Gina!

- [ grunting ] - [ Gina screams ]

- [ grunts ] - [ Jonathan screams ]

[ Gina screams ]

[ screams ]

[ grunting ]

Jonathan!

[ shouts ]

- [ shouts ] - [ Gina screams ]

Jonathan!

[ both scream ]

Come on.

[ screaming ]

[ instrumental music playing ]