All language subtitles for Paint it Black [1989]_SDH

[ 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 ]