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Man: You got zapped.

What?

I said you got zapped.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold it.

You look like one of those chicks

in those pinup calendars.

You know, the kind those big, greasy dudes

put up in back of the warehouse.

All you need's an 18-Wheeler.

Is that supposed to be a compliment?

It's starting to rain again.

So?

Hold on, baby. I'm almost through.

Forget it, Picasso.

I'm freezing my ass off.

Who wanted to go swimming in the rain?

Who paged me?

Mommy dearest.

Oh, 911. Must've fallen off the couch again.

I gotta go.

Hey, Zed? Hmm?

Do I look like Sarah?

Princess Sarah?

Heh. Uh,

a little bit, I guess.

I don't know.

I've only seen her in photos.

She always looks like she has a stick up her ass.

I'd do her, though.

Oh, fuck you.

Why?

I don't know.

I was just thinking about her in the pool.

I was wondering if you thought

we had anything in common.

Come on.

She split the moment

she got that dude to marry her, right?

And she hasn't looked back,

and you're still living at home,

spraying for cockroaches

and taking care of your mother.

So, apart from blonde hair

and sexy eyes,

you're about as different as 2 sisters can get.

I guess.

Hold up, baby. I'll walk you out.

Hey, Amber,

would you love me more

if I wasn't just house-sitting?

I mean, if this was really my place?

More? Who said I loved you at all?

I did.

Well, no, I don't.

[Chuckles]

And, yes, I would.

Oh, you don't, huh? Mm-mmm.

Well, your mouth might be saying, "no,"

but your eyes are saying, "oh, yes.

Oh. Oh, yes, baby."

[Pager beeps]

You know, shut up. I don't sound like that.

Aw, come on, Amber. It stopped raining.

Come back with me to the pool.

It's another 911.

Just call her. Give me the phone.

Mother: Amber?

Hey, it's me. What's up?

They found my baby dead.

Dead in a fucking swimming pool.

I'm on my way.

What?

Sarah's dead.

They just found her in the pool.

What did the police say?

Who fuckin' cares?

She was the best thing I ever did.

[Sobbing]

The only good thing.

The only good thing, mama?

[Sobs]

What's in the box?

The bones.

[Laughing]

The fuckin' bones.

Oh, my god.

Amber, reading: "This is the life I've always wanted."

"A beautiful neighborhood

"with trees, flowers,

"and a gorgeous home.

"If it wasn't for Nicki,

my new life would be perfect."

[Radio plays]

Sarah, I'm hungry!

I'm hungry.

Give me a break, Nicki.

You just ate 15 minutes ago.

I'm hungry, Sarah.

Sarah, I'm hungry. I'm hungry.

♪ I get the rain ♪

♪ when I get higher ♪

♪ find my pulse ♪

♪ I'm blind with misery ♪

Sarah, I'm home.

I am going to wear this outfit

for you tomorrow.

Jesus, Sarah. Where does it end, huh?

Hey, some people eat when they're unhappy.

I shop.

Yeah, what do you want now?

Nicki: Sarah!

It's not about things, Jim.

I, um,

I want some help with Nicki.

There's no way I will allow some hired help

to look after Nicki.

That's why I got you.

[Laughs]

You shouldn't treat me like this, Jim.

We're gonna have a baby.

Oh, no, we're not.

Nicki's enough.

TV commercial: Hands down, the largest truck in its class.

Starting at 22,500,

it's also the most reasonably priced.

Don't let anyone tell you that less is more.

When it comes to balance, you can never have enough.

Visit your local dealer.

Bet you didn't know I play, did you?

He's standing me up again.

Oh, man! [Pounds fist]

So Jim has to work.

Doesn't mean we can't hit a few balls, right?

He couldn't even call me?

You know, I mean,

he's always got some bullshit excuse

as to why he can't do something I want to do.

I mean, he's always got time for poker.

Listen, Scotch,

you're so sweet to come down here.

You are.

I'm really not in the mood anymore.

I just--

come on, Sarah.

Don't leave mad.

Since Cynthia went to some stupid flower show, ok,

I have been stuck with Nicki all day.

He's an inconsiderate asshole,

and it just makes me want to hit something.

[Scotch laughs]

All right, you're on.

Scotch: Do you know how many federal laws you're breaking

just by having this stuff in here?

Since when were you

so concerned with the law, counselor?

You ready for the game?

Always.

Jim: What, are we out of potato chips?

We have vegetables.

Vegetables do not go with poker, all right?

What is this, a tea party?

I like it.

All we need is some champagne.

Yes.

Jim: No can do.

Might hurt the rug rat.

Sarah's pregnant?

Shit.

Where's the new meat?

Jim, Cynthia and her husband

just broke up a few months ago,

and I told him not to invite her.

Cyn has a great ass, and Sarah's jealous.

[Laughs]

I'm so sorry.

I got held up on the phone

with my ex-husband's mother.

She couldn't get him to move out of the house, either.

Hi, Cynthia.

Hi.

What's the game?

5 card draw.

Jacks or better to open.

I'm Raymond Scucello.

Cynthia.

No last name?

I'm in between.

Nicki: Sarah!

Sarah! Sarah!

I'm sorry. I finally got her down.

The poor sweet thing is exhausting.

You know, if Jim ever told me about Nicki,

I never would have married him.

Well, what happened to her mother?

She killed herself.

Well, I guess there's no help there.

Jim and I used to have so much fun together.

We weren't even married 2 months

when he got the call that what's-her-name

had offed herself with booze and pills.

2 days later, Nicki shows up.

He never even told me he had an ex-wife.

I'm sorry, but that is just unforgivable.

I bet you could've killed him.

[Telephone rings]

[Blues music playing]

Last call.

Hey.

Yeah, I'm ok.

It just doesn't seem to make sense, you know?

She didn't have the perfect life or anything,

but she didn't have the kind of problems

that gets you killed.

Zed, why are you asking me?

If you want to sell your car, sell your car.

You've sold everything else you own.

You've got, what, a week's rent in New York?

Ok, I gotta go. I'll call you back.

I'll be right there.

Least that's what she told me.

Could you bring us water and a check, please?

Sure.

He is so cute.

Too cute to be straight.

Second woman: No. Do you think so?

Oh, I didn't order another.

What are you doing here?

The truth?

I was in the neighborhood,

so I thought I'd stop by your place to say hi,

but you were just pulling out, so...

So you followed me?

Aren't you flattered?

Hmm.

I haven't decided yet.

It's pretty here, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

Just mineral water?

I have a lot of decisions

I have to make.

What kind?

All kinds.

I'm a good listener.

I know you are.

They used to have, uh, someone

play the piano here in the afternoon.

I sure could use

a little music today.

Well...

You're in luck.

You're talented and a good listener.

I'm impressed.

Does Jim know?

Know what?

How unhappy you are.

I doubt it.

What can I do to help?

Jim or me?

So, she did the best friend, huh?

What a nice girl.

She must've smelled the money.

No, I don't think she did it for the money,

'cause Jim had money.

I think she did it

because he listened to her.

You know, a woman likes a man

who listens to her.

Huh?

I said, a woman likes a man

who listens to her.

What? I can't...

Skip it.

What?

Nothing.

I'm just listening.

I stopped talking.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Oh. Well, I wasn't listening to your mouth.

I was listening to your eyes.

Really? Mm-hmm.

And what are my eyes saying?

Yes, Zed. You are the shit.

[Chuckles]

Yes, Zed. I love you.

So, what happened after she did pooch?

Scotch. Whatever.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

No. Knock it off.

Why?

You know why. No.

Yeah. Why?

Yeah. Why?

Amber, you can be so cold sometimes.

You know that. Uh-uh.

Yeah. Mm-mmm.

Uh-huh.

Hey, you're not helping the situation any.

The blood's moving away from my brain.

Really? Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry.

♪ You know this, wet with rain ♪

♪ satin corset ♪

♪ wrapped around my waist ♪

♪ loving me ♪

♪ in secret hideaways ♪

♪ lovers kiss ♪

♪ awaken from the dream that was today ♪

♪ return my heart ♪

♪ it's gone again tomorrow ♪

♪ it's only make-believe ♪

♪ love is but a dream ♪

♪ it's only make-believe ♪

♪ Follow me ♪

♪ the faces we can find ♪

♪ the rabbit's race ♪

♪ and don't be late ♪

♪ and follow right behind ♪

♪ pardon me ♪

♪ and would you have the time to spare ♪

♪ to share what's on my mind? ♪

♪ Return my heart ♪

♪ it's gone again tomorrow ♪

♪ it's only make-believe ♪

♪ except for the sorrow ♪

♪ it's only make-believe ♪

I want out.

Are you sure?

In the beginning, it was...

Sweetness and promises.

Lots of money.

Lots of nice things.

We had a good life,

but now he treats me like...

I don't know.

Like guys used to treat me in high school.

Trash.

Didn't he make you sign a pre-nup?

If you bring me the agreement,

I'll take a look at it.

But, uh...

I'm gonna leave with exactly what I came with, right?

Nothing.

Unless we can find another way.

That guy Arthur at the store

said that he wants to buy my car.

Said he'd give me half now

and half next month.

That means that there's really nothing left

to keep me from leaving for New York.

Right?

Guess not.

Baby, you could live here and support your mother

and put up with her bullshit

for the rest of your life.

That's not gonna make her love you any more.

Or you could...

Come with me.

Cynthia: Don't be so hard on yourself.

You're just great with her.

It's not just Nicki, Cynthia.

I've got Jim to deal with.

You know, I just read in Cosmo

that couples that share hobbies

have the hottest sex lives.

Jim doesn't have any hobbies.

Jim likes to sit in a garage and play with explosives.

Well, there's nothing wrong with a few fireworks. [Chuckles]

Listen, Cynthia,

I don't have any interest in that, ok?

I mean, I don't know anything about it,

and I don't want to know.

Learn.

Let's take a trip to the library.

Just learn a few buzzwords about his work.

I mean, it could be fun.

You know, maybe it will.

We'll do that some other time, ok?

Oh, come on.

Or we could just do it right here on the Internet.

I know how to use the Internet.

I'm really tired right now.

I don't have an open house until tomorrow.

Today, I'm free as a bird,

so why don't you get some rest?

I'll stay with Nicki.

Whatever.

[Clatter]

Jesus. You really ought to knock first, Cynthia.

I'm sorry. I--can I lend you a hand?

No. I can do it myself, thank you.

Are you looking for something?

No, I'm just trying to get organized.

Oh.

If you need any help, just call.

Nicki: I love red. I love red.

Very pretty on you. That's pretty.

Here's that Cosmo article I told you about--

the one about sharing hobbies and hot sex.

Oh, yeah. Well,

we're playing beauty parlor right now.

I want that. I want blue. I want--

oh, my god.

Sorry. That's horrible.

Anyway, I found this divine little bookstore

by the beach--

the one that has books on simply everything--

so I picked these up for you.

I'm telling you, just a few buzzwords

will impress the hell out of him.

What about this one?

"Thermal fusion."

Ugh.

Or "detonator cap."

Ooh.

Here's a chapter

on remote detonation devices.

Sounds like a chapter on sex toys to me.

Is Jim still in Catalina?

He's coming home tonight.

Well, do you have your remote detonation devices ready?

Hey.

So good to have you home.

Maybe I should go away more often.

Where do you get all this stuff, anyway?

Oh, mostly different jobs,

odds and ends.

Isn't it kind of dangerous

to have around the house?

Only if you don't know how to handle 'em.

For example, you've got this stuff:

Naphtholite.

Looks like play-doh to me.

Well, yeah.

And, uh, by itself, it's harmless.

But if you put it together

and mix it with this,

and then you stick this into it...

And get some juice to it.

And bang.

That's what they call

a plastic explosive, right?

Right.

See? I know a little something.

Why all the sudden interest in my work?

Oh, I don't know.

I just think we should be closer.

Yeah. Close is good.

I have to go check on Nicki.

Ah, Nicki's fine.

I don't want to leave her alone too long, you know?

Not a good idea. So glad you're home.

Sarah: Come on, Nicki. Let's make dinner.

When Jim and I first got married,

he took out an insurance policy.

A million bucks.

Yeah?

Well, I looked at it

a little bit closer today,

and it turns out it's worth 2 million

if he dies in an accident.

$2 million?

That's a lot of money.

Yes, it is.

Jim carries explosives on his plane

all the time.

Sometimes the weather gets rough,

but he insists on flying that flimsy little thing.

I mean, I won't even get on it.

So what are you gonna do, kill him?

$2 million.

What about Nicki?

There are places for people like Nicki.

Institutions.

It's a horrible thing to say. I know.

I'm a horrible person, you know?

You're not a horrible person.

You're just unhappy.

I am.

[Passionate moaning]

It's over, bitch.

I think I got a loose tooth.

[Breathing heavily]

[Laughing]

Whew.

Hey...

What's up with you?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

I thought you were a dead fish before.

Now you're more like a frozen fish, huh?

That'll be your new nickname--

"fish sticks!"

I lost it.

Well, come on. Speak up, sticks.

I lost the baby this afternoon.

Uh, 4 weeks.

I mean, that's not a baby, right?

That's just-- that's a--what? A thing.

A blob.

Did I tell you I gotta go back

to the island tomorrow?

No.

Well, I do.

Listen, baby, do me a favor.

Make me an appointment

at the dentist tomorrow, would you?

This fucking tooth is gonna kill me.

Yeah, I'll do that.

I'll do that.

Woman, on television: Hello again. Jenny acres back with you

here on acre's appeals.

Now, I'm going to show you 2 fabulous new products

that we'll be looking at in the next hour.

So I want you to sit back and relax...

How come you never told me Sarah was pregnant?

She wasn't.

She had a miscarriage.

And you never mentioned it?

There's nothin' to eat in this goddamn house.

Stop by the market on your way home.

So, it didn't matter if she was happy or not,

as long as she just kept sending the checks?

Hey...

You watch your mouth, little sister.

You don't know shit.

You barely spoke to her

the last few years she was here.

You were so fuckin' jealous.

Why didn't you tell her to leave him?

[Scoffs] Yeah. Oh...

Like it'd be better anyplace else.

Shit.

Raymond, on telephone: Hello?

Hi. It's me.

What's wrong?

I want him dead.

Ok.

[Light-bulb buzzing]

[Thunder] [Rain falling]

[Tires screech]

Now, you be a good girl.

Ok.

I won't be gone too long.

Hi. I made your lunch.

You got a long trip ahead of you.

The Cessna’s loaded.

Yeah, but, honey, you still have to eat.

It's coffee and sandwiches,

and I made your favorite pineapple cake.

Don't you eat that cake before you get on the plane.

It's for dessert.

Have a...Safe trip.

[Cessna engine starts]

[Telephone rings]

Sarah: Hello?

Ready on this end.

Ok, I guess there's no turning back now.

Be careful.

Automated voice: Thank you for calling page-tel.

At the tone, please enter your numeric message

followed by the pound sign.

[Sirens]

[Doorbell rings]

Sarah?

Detective Grady.

Yep.

I haven't seen you since you busted us

for sneaking beer into the senior prom.

Boy, I had to keep my eye on you kids.

You were a rowdy bunch,

and you were the sneakiest one of them all.

Come in.

Wow.

Look how little Sarah Morgan

has moved up in the world.

You know, after all of these years on the force,

I still find this very hard to do.

What's hard to do?

Your husband's plane exploded in mid-flight, Sarah.

They haven't recovered his body,

and judging by the wreckage,

they probably never will.

They thought it would be better

if you heard it from someone you knew.

Sarah, look at the puppy.

Oh, Nicki.

What's wrong? Oh, god.

[Church bell tolls]

Sarah, what are you doing?

Sarah!

Would you just drive, please?

Raymond: Sarah, you gotta calm down.

You still get the house.

Yes, if Nicki lives in it and I take care of her.

If she goes, I go.

Forget about Nicki and the house.

We'll collect the $2 million,

and we're outta here.

Marry me.

Marry me.

How is that gonna look?

No guilty person would run off

and get married right away.

As soon as the death certificate arrives,

we're home free.

I guess this time I should have knocked.

Oh, Cynthia, this is--

you two should be ashamed of yourselves.

♪ In an ordinary place ♪

♪ people usually come ♪

♪ with a usual face ♪

♪ wishin' I was wise to the ways of the world ♪

♪ I'll always be ♪

♪ just another ordinary girl... ♪

How long have you been here?

10, 15 minutes.

You just looked so into it,

I didn't even bother.

You're more into your sister's life

than you are your own these days.

My sister doesn't have a life anymore, remember?

Yeah, I know.

You ok?

No.

You want to talk about it?

No.

Yeah, I mean,

why bother talking about shit that's on your mind,

when you can just swallow it?

Look, she was always the good one.

The one who was going places.

What, just now you found out

that you didn't like the places she was going?

Or did you finally find out that you're the good one?

You know what, baby? That's not news to me.

She always knew exactly how she was gonna get out of this place.

And all this time I thought it worked.

So, what...

You were just waiting for some rich asshole

to come in here for a beer

and leave with you?

I gotta get back to work.

Can we talk about this later?

Yeah. You know what?

Fuck it.

I guess I'm just no good at this game, Amber.

♪ I'm just a girl who can never resist ♪

♪ with the usual clothes, the usual face ♪

♪ wishin' I was wise to the ways of the world ♪

♪ 'cause I'll always be just another ordinary-- ♪

[Ding-dong]

Hi, Cynthia. Um,

I need your help.

Nicki needs your help.

Is she ok?

She's fine, but I have to go to Vegas

for a couple of days

and I don't want to put her in daycare,

so I need someone to look after her.

Someone she knows.

Sure.

Thanks, cyn.

So, I guess you left her alone.

I guess I better get over there, then.

[Laughing]

Oh. Mmm.

You love me?

Mmm. I love you...

Mrs. Scucello.

I love you, Mr. Scucello.

I am gonna go tell Nicki and Cynthia

that we are back.

[Giggles]

I mean, I walked in on them

on their patio,

and there they were, practically doing it.

And on the very same day that poor Jim

was being laid to rest.

And yesterday they ran off and got married.

What do you think of that?

Well, that may not seem appropriate,

but it's not a crime.

He's gorgeous.

Jim and Sarah weren't getting along at all.

In fact, she told me that one day

she even wanted to kill him.

Well, was that prefaced by the word "sometimes"?

I know I've heard my mother say that

to my father more than once.

She meant it, if you ask me.

Do you know that Sarah had

a prenuptial agreement,

and she always talked about it?

In fact, she said if she ever left Jim,

she'd get absolutely nothing.

You know, you are a very observant woman, miss Evans.

Have you thought about going into law?

[Laughing] Oh, stop.

That is so sweet.

Oh, wait. And then there's an insurance policy.

The life insurance policy for $1 million.

$1 million.

Are you sure?

I'm positive.

Here you go.

Ah, thank you.

I'm sorry to bother you again, Sarah,

but there's a few loose ends I need to tie up

so I can close your file.

Oh. All right.

Boy, you have one beautiful place here.

Thank you.

Hmm.

I'm sorry. I'm staring.

It's just that I just can't get over

how little you've changed since high school.

High school?

You know, my wife and daughter died together

in an automobile accident about 12 years ago now.

Oh, god. I'm sorry.

Your daughter...

Paula. Paula. Right.

You know, I think we--

we actually had some classes together in our senior year.

That's right. You did.

That's right. Yeah.

And I remembered that last night,

so I went and dug her yearbook out of the garage, and--

you know, the seniors had quotes

underneath their pictures,

and do you remember what you said?

No, I don't.

"Someday I'll be rich, even if it kills me."

Did you have a question you--

of course.

I'm sorry, I--

sometimes I just sort of ramble on,

and it just drives my partner crazy.

Hmm.

Your husband left the house for the airport

at what time, 8 P.M.?

Yeah, it was around then.

Mm-hmm.

And did he mention any problems with the plane?

He never talked to me about that stuff.

And what was he carrying?

Um, the usual, I guess.

I--I was very busy with Nicki when he left.

I see.

Oh, I understand that congratulations are in order.

I mean, you have actually remarried?

Yeah. Thank you. Thank you.

Raymond has been a tremendous comfort to me.

I'm sure he has. Yes.

[Groans]

Don't ever get old, Sarah.

It's no damn fun.

Where is your new husband?

I'd like to meet him.

Oh, he's at his office.

I could call him, and then maybe

he could come over for a few minutes.

Sure. Good. Good.

Boy, this is really a beautiful house.

Thank you.

Do you mind if I look around a little bit?

Be my guest. Ok.

Ok. [Chuckles]

Secretary: Law offices.

Let me speak to Mr. Scucello, please.

Sorry, he's not available.

This is his wife.

You tell him to get available

and then call me.

[Telephone rings]

Hello?

Detective Grady? You have a call.

Detective Grady?

Telephone.

Thank you.

Ok, so what do you got?

Are you sure?

Uh-huh.

No, no, I think you're right.

It just puts a completely different light

on everything.

Ok, I'm on my way.

Everything ok?

I think that does it for now, Sarah,

but thanks for your time.

My pleasure.

Bye.

Secretary: Law offices.

Sarah: Mr. Scucello, please.

Do you want them to hear you?!

Maybe I do.

Maybe I want this whole thing to fall apart.

Maybe I want out, Bruno.

Last week you wanted money, and I gave you a plan.

It's too late to turn back now. We're miles from shore.

Maybe I'll swim it.

Fine. Do what you want.

Just watch out for the sharks.

Don't leave me, Bruno.

I need you.

You need a nice guy.

A safe guy.

I'm trouble, Ruby.

You know that, and I know that.

Once we walk through those doors, there's no turnin' back,

so you better be sure you know what you want.

I'm sure.

Well...

Jasmine, you were fine,

except for your focus problem.

But, John,

above all, you must listen.

In this scene, Bruno is trying to pull Ruby in--

to seduce her into an act

that she would normally never commit.

To seduce, you must be there,

you must be open,

and you must listen.

Work on it for next week.

[Shower running]

So, how are the acting classes going?

[Imitating teacher] "What's your motivation?

Stop indicating."

It's bullshit.

But necessary bullshit.

Hmm. [Chuckles]

Gosh. I gotta get outta here.

What's the big emergency?

Where have you been?

I left 4 messages with your stupid secretary.

Aren't you ever in your office?

Where the hell is your office, anyway, huh?

Do you have any idea how hard it was

to get that chair in and out of the car

by myself?!

Raymond: Slow down.

What's wrong?

I could not stay in that house another second.

A detective Grady came by today

asking questions and poking around.

What kind of questions?

What Jim carried on his plane

and if there was anything wrong with it.

I'm sorry you had to go through that alone.

Well, at least we cleaned out the garage.

I think I handled it pretty good.

I'm sure you did.

But you gotta be careful with cops.

I know.

At least, not this one as much.

He's known me since I was a little kid.

He still thinks of me as Sarah Morgan

from the poor side of town.

Thank god.

Nicki: Sarah!

What is she doing?

Sarah.

I'm stuck.

Sarah, I haven't got a clue

what you're talking about.

[More urgent] Sarah, I haven't got a clue

what you're talking about.

[Milder] Sarah,

I don't know what you're talking about.

Mr. Scucello,

as an attorney, you probably have experience

with these kind of policies.

Perhaps you could help me explain to your client

the situation?

Situation?

What situation?

Well, when your husband purchased

your life insurance coverage,

he chose a second-to-die policy.

You see, in a standard life insurance contract,

the beneficiary collects the proceeds

after the death of the insured.

But a second-to-die policy

covers the lives of 2 people,

rather than one,

which means your husband's policy

pays nothing upon his death.

I think I'm gonna be sick here.

[Nervous chuckle] There must be some mistake.

Rather unusual, but it is legal.

It's sometimes chosen when a husband and wife

are more concerned about their child,

such as an invalid or dependent,

more so than they are concerned about

providing for themselves.

The second person to die activates the payment

to the beneficiary.

But that's me.

I'm the second person.

But at least you have the peace of mind

of knowing that your little stepdaughter Nicki

will be well taken care of

if anything should happen to you.

Should you need anything,

have questions,

don't hesitate to call.

Well, I'll let myself out.

Oh, my god.

Mom: Amber, where's the goddamn remote?!

Amber!

Amber.

It's around here somewhere.

[Glass shatters]

[Drunken muttering]

Amber!

I'm about fed up...

Amber.

Oh, Jesus.

What is it, 40 degrees in here?

He thinks it keeps us alert.

I think it keeps me pissed off.

Goddamn Nazi.

How many times have I told you

that I hate being cold?

Only every day since I transferred in.

[Sighs]

Got the report back on the grange demolition Cessna.

They found traces of gunpowder

on some of the debris that floated up.

Well, yeah.

The plane carries explosives all the time.

Not much evidence there.

And with no big life insurance payoff,

we're running out of motive.

That leaves means and opportunity.

Hey, didn't the nosy neighbor say something

about a garage full of explosives?

Yeah. It was clean,

except for this.

Well, it's not unusual for people

to get rid of things when someone dies.

No, no. I have a feeling about this one.

Maybe we should give miss Evans a call again, hmm?

All right.

Captain: Does that antique still work?

Are you talking to me, or about me?

How long has it been since you fired that weapon, Grady?

Heh heh. 18 years, captain.

18 years.

And you say that as if you're proud of it, detective.

I am, captain.

Fucking antiques.

Woman detective, loudly: Good morning, captain.

How's retirement sounding about now?

Oh, sounding like a rich man's option.

You son of a bitch!

What?

I just saw you drop Cynthia off.

There's no point in denying it.

Sarah, I don't know what you're talking about.

I can smell her cheap perfume on you.

You can smell what?

Sarah, are you ok?

Because I really, honestly

don't have a clue what you're talking about.

This isn't like you.

[Slap] How's that?

Is that like me, huh?

[Laughs] What the fuck was that for?

What was what for, Scotch?

You hit me.

Are you feeling ok?

'Cause I really honestly don't have a clue

what you're talking about. [Snap]

[Chuckles]

Hi, Sarah.

You stay put, ok, Nicki?

Nicki! Nicki! Sarah! Sarah!

What?! Oh!

Sarah.

[Giggles]

Sarah, I can't stand this anymore,

watching you do everything alone.

It's horrible.

Sarah, I don't want us to be mad at each other.

You don't wanna be mad at me?

You are the one making moves on my husband. Save it, Cynthia.

Ms. Evans, would you have a seat, please?

Gosh, I should have brought a sweater.

It keeps us alert.

[Chuckles]

Well, I am so glad that you called

because I forgot to tell you about the book.

What book, Ms. Evans?

Well, I gave Sarah this little book on explosives

so that she and Jim would have something to talk about.

I was trying to help save their marriage.

So you think that Sarah's using this book

to do what, build a bomb?

I think there's every possibility of it.

I mean, that house is very strange across the street.

Hmm. I mean, there's a lot of screaming

and yelling and slamming doors.

Det. Grady: Well, Cynthia, you've given us

a lot to think about.

We'll be in touch.

Please call me

if you need help on anything else.

Ok. Ok.

Your plant's a little dry.

Thank you.

Well, what do you think?

Why don't we take a chance and just drop in

and see if the newlyweds are at home?

Should I bring a gift?

[Laughs]

[Doorbell rings]

Det. Grady: Hi, Sarah. Can we come in?

Sure.

Uh, this is my partner, sergeant McCoury.

Hello.

Is your husband home? Ah.

Yes, I'm detective Grady,

and this is my partner sergeant McCoury.

Uh, may we have a word with you, if you don't mind?

About Jim?

Yes.

We really miss him.

Well, it's fortunate that you're able to console each other.

Raymond: Our marriage may seem impetuous,

but when 2 people share a common loss,

sometimes it brings them together.

Funny, you know, when my wife died,

it was just the opposite.

I--I felt guilty just looking at another woman.

It just didn't feel right.

So how long did you know Mr. Bratchett?

Raymond: 2 years.

I met Jim and Sarah just before they were married.

You mind if I take a look around?

Do you have a warrant?

Do we need one?

No, of course not.

We don't have anything to hide. Go ahead.

Hmm.

Oh, you like Stephen King.

My wife used to read him, too,

but I always thought life was frightening enough

without going out and looking for trouble.

What do you think, Sarah?

Oh, uh...

Now here is a book that can give you nightmares.

I thought I threw that away.

What?

That was my husband Jim's for work.

I thought I-- I threw that away

with a lot of his other stuff from the garage.

It, um, reminded me of the accident too much.

That's right. Your husband was a demolitions expert.

Heh heh. Isn't that ironic?

Raymond: I really think you should leave.

It's been very upsetting for Sarah and me,

and I don't see the point.

Well, sure. Whatever you say, we'll do, um...

But... Now here's my card.

If you remember anything else,

just give me a call, Mrs. Bratchett.

Sorry, Mrs. Scucello.

Shall we?

I hope we won't have to be bothering you two again.

You will be in town for the next couple of weeks,

won't you? Just in case?

Actually, Raymond's trying

a very important case in New York.

U.S. vs. Cornwall or something.

I'll see you when you get back.

Thank you.

"I don't think Grady was satisfied.

"There was something about the way he looked at me.

Scotch says I'm being paranoid."

You bitch.

Get out of my house, Cynthia!

Sarah, it's not what you think.

What? Well, it is,

but it's not the way you think.

Oh, really? How is it?

Sarah, don't make a scene.

Don't make a scene?! Don't make a fucking scene?!

What?

You're walking out on me?

I don't believe this.

Oh, here we go. Always playing the victim.

You know, I've had just about enough.

I thought you loved me.

So did I.

Look, I don't know what I'm feeling right now.

I'll be in New York till the 25th.

We'll talk about it when I get home.

[Cries]

[Dog barking]

[Clicks remote]

Woman on TV: It's the first thing I think every morning!

I want to make a home for you,

I want to give you children.

Oh, darling, I want so very much,

but all of it, all of it

begins and ends with you!

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

Hello?

Sarah, it's John Grady.

My husband said I don't have to talk to you.

This isn't official, Sarah.

I'm calling you from home.

Why can't you just leave me alone?

Sarah, there's something you need to know.

It turns out that your new husband

isn't really an attorney.

I'm sorry, ok, but that much I know is true.

He happens to be on his way

to New York right now

to try a big case.

He's lying to you, Sarah,

and my gut tells me you're in serious danger.

Have you noticed anything suspicious lately?

I did find something.

Grady: Look, I'd really rather not do this over the phone.

We should meet because I have some information

that I think you'll find very interesting.

What's going on here, Sarah?

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

[Ring]

[Ring]

That kid's on the phone.

Tell him I'll call him back.

What am I, your goddamn secretary?

You wanted to see me, captain?

Yes, I did.

I want you to close the bratchett case.

Today.

We're not even close to solving that case.

There's nothing to solve, Grady.

And if there were,

you would be the last one that I would want on it.

Now, Bratchett's death was an accident,

and I want his file on my desk by 5:00.

It wasn't an accident.

It was a murder.

Really?

At first we thought Mrs. Bratchett

built the device.

Now we suspect her new husband.

So, you thought the blonde built

the bomb in her basement.

[Snickering]

You know, convictions are made on something

that you don't have, Grady.

It's called evidence.

Not the bullshit intuition of a stubborn old man

that doesn't know when to pack it in.

Just give me some time. I know I can--

you're out of time, Grady!

You know it and I know it,

but you're some kind of fixture around here

that I can't fire

because I'll look like an asshole to the men.

And no matter what I say or what I do,

you won't quit.

So, what is it, Grady, huh?

What is it?

Don't you have any pride left at all?

No, sir.

You've seen to that.

[Sighs]

Raymond: Hi, baby.

Change of plans.

Just got off the phone with New York.

The trial's been postponed,

so I'm catching the next plane home.

[Ring]

Hello? Sarah, it's me.

You've gotta get out of the house now!

Jim?

Who is this?

I don't think he knew about my gun,

so it may still be there.

If it is, use it to protect yourself.

He won't be armed.

It has to look like an accident,

or there's no payoff.

Oh, shit.

Second to die.

Why are you telling me this?

I'm sorry, Sarah. For everything.

[Hangs up]

Hello? Hello?!

[Ringing]

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

[Ring]

Grady: Homicide.

Detective Grady?

Yes, who's this?

It's Sarah.

Is he there?

[Television playing]

Nicki, stay in your bedroom, ok?

I'll stay. Shh.

[Glass breaks]

[Clatter]

[Gasps]

Grady: Sarah, drop the gun.

I don't get it.

Ok. Wait a second.

Insurance agent: A check for $3 million.

I guess that concludes about everything.

Not quite everything.

Thank you.

Mr. Scucello,

should you need additional insurance in the future,

please go to another company.

I know my way.

Game show contestant: Is it the Ruby?

Show host: Is that your final answer?

Contestant: I'm pretty sure it's the Ruby.

Yes. That's my final answer.

Raymond: Wow. This one's not bad.

Cynthia: As you can see, this is just an incredible location.

It's 4,500 square feet.

I mean, a lot of footage.

Swimming pool, tennis court. I mean, the works.

And the neighbors? Just wonderful.

How many bedrooms?

7. Can you believe it?

Ah, yes. Home sweet home.

So, how was Miami?

A lot fuckin' warmer than that water you dropped me into,

I'll tell you that.

Jesus. She's ugly.

Jim: Yeah, but she's rich.

And lonely.

And I swear to god,

she almost proposed to me.

Where's Nick?

Hi, baby.

Come here.

Miss me? Mmm. Oh, yeah.

Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?

Cynthia: $3 million.

And I still think we got a shot at a wrongful death suit.

But I don't want to get the whole thing rolling

until we collect on the insurance for her.

Well, we wouldn't want to appear too greedy.

Well, that wrongful death suit was a brilliant touch, counselor.

You're startin' to sound like the real thing.

Thank you.

So...

Who plays the gimp this time?

Don't look at me.

You know I'm a moving target.

[Laughing]

I had to put on weight for this part,

and I'm not gonna lose it sitting in a chair.

I haven't fired this weapon in 18 years.

At least not with live ammo,

so don't make me break my winning streak.

Blanks?

And fake blood.

It was a lot like sex with you.

It was a lot of noise,

but I didn't feel a thing.

You'll never prove it.

We're gonna walk.

That's exactly what you're gonna do.

You all are going to walk.

Right now.

So you're gonna let us go--just like that?

Just like that.

All right.

No, you leave that with us.

Better get going, honey.

[Police siren]

I better get going, too.

I'll call you.

Oh, my god.

Man on TV: That's an amazing deal.

Second man: But I already have a camcorder.

But does your camcorder weigh less than a pound?

That kid called again.

He left an address in New York.

It's up on the fridge.

Or in the trash.

You got some mail over there.

Mother: Don't forget to pay the fuckin' light bill.

What the fuck's he doing in New York?

Does he think they'll like his crappy doodles...

Any more than they do around here?

Crappy doodles.

Like it's gonna be better anyplace else.

Who knows? Maybe it will be.

Mmm.

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

♪ live in enmity ♪

♪ I can hear discontentment ♪

♪ mediocrity ♪

♪ it's just a way of hiding your soul ♪

♪ when you stop complaining ♪

♪ about how it's always raining in your life ♪

♪ the questioning begins ♪

♪ are you willin' to take chances? ♪

♪ Are you lookin' for something ♪

♪ that's better than now? ♪

♪ Are you willin' to take chances? ♪

♪ Look inside yourself ♪

♪ and destiny ♪

♪ is it choice ♪

♪ or some kind of voice ♪

♪ within a broken dream? ♪

♪ Why is it the answer? ♪

♪ Sometimes I sit in my complacency ♪

♪ and watch the world around me spinning away ♪

♪ the music starts to say ♪

♪ are you willin' to take chances? ♪

♪ Are you lookin' for something ♪

♪ that's better than now? ♪

♪ Are you willin' to take chances? ♪

♪ Look inside yourself ♪

♪ ooh ooh ♪

♪ have you seen the wind blow? ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ do you know where time goes? ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ are you willin' ♪

♪ mmm, right now ♪

♪ to change, to change? ♪

♪ Feel it comin' over me right now ♪

♪ are you willing to take chances? ♪

♪ Are you lookin' for something ♪

♪ that's better than now? ♪

♪ Are you willin' to take chances? ♪

♪ Reach outside yourself ♪

♪ reach outside yourself ♪

♪ are you willin' to take chances? ♪

♪ Are you lookin' for something ♪

♪ that's better somehow? ♪

♪ Are you willin' to take chances? ♪

♪ Look inside yourself ♪

♪ look inside yourself ♪

♪ chances ♪

♪ are you willin'? ♪

♪ Are you willin' tonight? ♪

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