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[phone line trilling]

- [receiver clicks]
- Hello?

Hello.

My name is Paul Goldman,

and I'm the husband
of Audrey Munson.

Your name came up
on a phone log

of someone she called
in April of 2006.

Would you mind telling me

what your relationship is
with my wife?

[line disconnects]
[dial tone droning]

My lawyer subpoenaed
Audrey's cell phone records.

For you.

I'll look through them.

I felt determination
to find out

as much information as I could,

so I started calling
a few of these numbers.

Hello.

Hello.
Hello.

My name is Paul Goldman.

Paul Goldman.

And I'm the husband
of Audrey Munson.

That started it all.

That started the discoveries
of her secret double life.

Your name came up on a phone
log that--

Someone my wife called
in April of 2006.

Calls to hundreds
and hundreds of men,

but one time
and one time only--

Would you mind telling me what
your relationship is--

Your relationship is
with my wife?

The relationship is
with you and my wife?

You know, half of them
would just hang up right away.

[line disconnects]
Hmm.

[sighs]

The next week,
my lawyer called me

and told me to come down
to his office

and pick up
Audrey's bank statements.

[softly]
Ah!

Hi.

[indistinct chatter]

And action.

- So I've, uh, subpoenaed
Audrey's bank statements

from September 2005 to present.

You find anything interesting,
call me.

- I will.
- Okay.

- Oh, by the way,
before I forget,

I'm thinking about getting a
psychic reading in a few days.

Before you say anything,
she is amazing.

Her name is Terri Jay.

And I'm hoping
that she'll help me

gain some insight
as to what's really going on.

[orchestral music fades]

[dramatic orchestral music]

* *

- I have to tell you about
an incident a few years prior

to Audrey.

In my house, Johnny and I,

and it's raining cats and dogs
outside.

[echoing thunderclap]

I go downstairs,
the front door's open,

and our dog is gone.

"Where's Kingy, Johnny?"
"Oh, Kingy left."

[chuckling]
"Kingy left?"

Johnny was very young
at this time.

So I ran out in the rain,
looked for the dog.

No sign of the dog at all.

I put up posters all over the
place and it didn't help...

so I did a search
on the internet

for a pet psychic.

So I found one
that looked interesting.

Her name was Terri Jay.

So I give her a call
and we set up a reading

and she said that some woman
was driving home,

saw the dog, opened her door,

and the dog jumped right in
and she took it with her.

And, uh, that was that.

So when all this crap
started to happen,

I thought
I'd call Terri Jay again

because I also saw that she
was a regular psychic

and see if
she has anything to say

about this whole situation.

[soft upbeat music]

I'm Terri Jay.

I'm a medium, intuitive,
and pet psychic.

I don't like
the word "psychic."

Psychic means not
of the physical sciences,

and I know my work
is based in physics.

All I'm doing is picking up
on vibrations and frequencies

that other people miss.

I've helped people and their
pets to heal their lives

through the messages
I receive.

I'm just an
ordinary Nevada cowgirl

with extraordinary abilities.

Shopping drives me nuts
because I'll see something,

I'll go, "No,
I can get that cheaper."

And I do.

If I just make eye contact
with somebody,

I know everything about 'em.

I can spot a pedophile
at 50 paces.

[shudders]

* *

[knock at door]

- There she is!
- Hey! Paul!

- How are you?
- You look great!

- Thank you! So do you!
- I'm fine. [chuckles]

Jeez!

- I had to tell him
that somebody had his dog

and wasn't gonna give it back.

That made me sad.

But that was better than

the dog being eaten
by alligators.

- Oh, the odds on that
are pretty slim.

- What's the name of the dog?
- King--Kingy.

And he would've been how old?

Oof, he would've been...

- Like 16?
- He'd be at least 16 now.

No, he's passed.

He's passed.

I love Paul.

He's an amazing,
amazing person.

I mean, he's taken this...

shit that's fallen on his head

and just really
turned it into Shineola.

- I enjoyed talking
with Terri Jay,

and I felt a kind
of connection with her.

It's really interesting.

I had a friend
who was a big history buff

and she said,
"For my birthday,

I would like to talk to all
these historical characters."

And I said, "Sure, why not?"

So I just tuned into 'em
and I got all kinds of stuff.

She's got quotes
from Abraham Lincoln

that nobody's ever
heard before.

- On her wall.
- Oh, wow.

- They were so profound,
she put 'em on her all.

So it's pretty fun
to be able to do that.

Oh, I could, yeah.

[inhales and exhales deeply]

He's back.
Ooh, my goodness!

Ooh, I get goosebumps!
He's--ooh, he's back.

- Certainly not
as our present president.

- Oh, my God, he's--

Barack Obama is--
he is reincarnation.

Ooh!
[inhales through teeth]

Ooh.

That was weird.

So anyway,

I call up Terri Jay

and she tunes in to Audrey.

[indistinct chatter]

These are all transcripts.

These are all direct--

- Okay.
Hi.

Hi, Paul.

- I'm Paul.
- I'm Dee.

- Actually, I'm Terri Jay.
- Yes!

- You're Terri Jay.
- How are you?

- Good, good.
- Good.

[energetic orchestral music]

I just have
a lot of respect for you

and that you got this done.

She needs a horse shirt.

[chuckles]

- Or a Western shirt.
- And action.

- You said you wanted
to learn more about your wife.

Why don't you start
by telling me her full name?

- Audrey Elizabeth
Ellen Munson.

- [soft dramatic music]
- Hmm.

Well, I feel her energy.

Boy, she is low and slimy.

I'm gonna have to take a shower
after tuning into her.

- [chuckling]
Oh, this is so weird.

- She had a child
with her second husband

justto get child support.

- Terri, I never told you
she had been married before.

- [chuckling]
You didn't have to.

[gasps softly]

- I am also sensing that
this is bigger than we think.

- Bigger?
So what do I do?

Oh, you fight back.

She tried to destroy you,
you destroy her.

Paul, Audrey needs
to be in prison.

Off the street.

Her sole desire is
to take advantage,

to--[clears throat]
[echoing bassy thump]

Inflict financial damage
on anyone she can find.

This prostitution ring is big.

[sighs] And you are
the only one that can stop it.

[dramatic musical crescendo]

- [exhales forcefully]
[crew chattering indistinctly]

[breathes rhythmically]

Okay. Mark.

I don't do that.

Mm-mm.

He just didn't understand

how this person
that he'd fell in love with

was not at all
what she seemed.

- Terri's readings had
removed all doubt from me,

especially after
the sensational fourth reading.

[perforated paper rips]

I still have a hard time
reconciling all this.

I mean, what if I'm wrong?

Okay, you want proof.

- He asked me
for incontrovertible proof

of her heinousness,

and I just
grounded really good,

which is a technique
that I use.

Okay.

[exhales softly]

[shouts]

She's done porn!

[gasps]

- Take her photo
to an adult video store

and ask the clerks
if they know her.

No way!

Wow, okay.

My wife has done porn.
That's nice.

- She did the movies
under an alias.

[sighs]

It's an A-word.

[suspenseful music]

She uses her first name.

* *

Almond!
Audrey Almond.

Terri Jay, wow!

- I said that.
I said all that.

I got all that.

And now,
somebody else is saying it.

It's, like, déjà blue.

So I took a photo of Audrey

to the local
X-rated video store.

[bell rings]

I can honestly say

that I was probably among the
very small percentage of men

investigating the possibility
of his wife being a porn star.

I was immediately confronted
with rows of videos,

terrifying instruments,
and even some apparel.

I cleared my voice to signal
my need for assistance.

[clears throat]

How can I help you?

- Do you recognize this woman
from any movies?

* *

Oh, yeah.

That's Audrey Almond.

[echoing bassy thump]

Well, that was quite amazing.

Do you remember any titles
of any of her movies?

No, sorry.

I don't remember titles,
just faces.

But that is definitely
Audrey Almond.

Over there
by the blue display case.

All right, I'll check it out.

Yet another hit
for psychic Terri Jay.

- That was great.
So, um...

so did she direct you
to her videos in the store?

- Yeah.
I believe so.

- You found her video
in the store?

- No, no.
It wasn't there.

But I kept on lookin'.

- And did you--and you found?

Nothing.

- You never found any evidence
that she was performing

under the name
that Terri gave you?

No.

No.

So how...

what do you--what
do you think happened here?

- She said Audrey Almond?
- Yeah.

- Isn't there any chance
you could've said it first?

- Of course it's a possibility,
yeah.

- Do you think she could've
been, like, messing with you?

Maybe.

Maybe she was.

- That would be different.
- Mm.

You wanna try one with that?

- Great.
- Okay.

- [dramatic orchestral music]
- How can I help you?

- Do you recognize this woman
from any movies?

Her name, supposedly,
is Audrey Almond.

[chuckles softly]

Oh, yeah.

That's definitely
Audrey Almond.

[echoing bassy thump]

- Do you remember any titles
of the movies that she was in?

Nope, sorry.

But that's definitely
Audrey Almond.

Okay, thanks.

[chuckles softly]

The story is true.

The events are true.

- But not all.
- But not all of them.

97%.

Approximately.

And none are made up
that have any bearing

to criminal events
by Audrey Munson.

And what happened to me.

Every single thing of that
is true.

In order
to confirm my suspicions

about Audrey and Royce,

I hired private investigator
Joyce Foster.

- My name is Jenn Mulhearn
and I'm a private investigator.

I prefer my face be obscured

'cause I still do
a lot of undercover work.

- Her job was to follow Audrey
and see where it led.

From the outward appearance

of the surveillance
that we conducted,

she was a stay-at-home mom.

She took her kids to school,

she picked the kids up,

she went to the pool

with her children.

It was sort of the nuances

of the investigation
that sort of made you question.

Joyce followed Audrey

going into driveways

and then coming out

the other side,

going down side streets

at night and turning

her lights off.

- That's not normal behavior
for a stay-at-home mom

that has nothing to hide.

She followed Audrey

for days and days

on several occasions

until she ended up
at Sansprit Park.

[suspenseful music]

My private eye followed
Audrey Munson to this park

on one Friday afternoon.

When she got to the park,
she was joined

by two of her girls.

They met at that bench.

The next 2 1/2 hours,

they were
doing their paperwork.

Who needs to do paperwork
for 2 1/2 hours?

A person that has a lot
of paperwork to do.

This tells us that this ring

is bigger than we all think,

something that Terri Jay
had said earlier.

This is not a little
prostitution ring.

[laughter]

- Audrey, how did the pictures
turn out?

Oh, they turned out great.

I'm really hoping they're going
to bring in some more business.

You know what?

Let's ask Jesus
for some help with that.

Okay, let's close our eyes.

[exhales deeply]

One of the girls,

out of the blue,

started putting her hand

on the other girl's shoulder

and lifted her other hand
to God

and they started praying

to Jesus.

It appeared to be

a prayer group.

- We thank You for the gifts
of man and money

that You have bestowed upon us,

we thank You for your continued
protection from the cops,

and finally, we ask
that you increase our business

so that we may spend more
of our days and our nights

fucking men in service to You.

- Hookers praying to Jesus
for more tricks.

Amen.

together: A--

- There's no audio
with the private eyes' video.

- It's illegal in the state
of Florida to obtain audio.

- So all I had was the video...
- Okay.

- And so I had
to make up all the lines.

- [indistinct]
[all chuckle]

"Look at this one, girls.

The bottom is cut
right around the pussy..."

- It's cut
right around the pussy,

so you wouldn't even
have to take it off.

That'd save time.

And what do we say
about time, girls?

both: Fast as you can,
slam the man.

- "Fast as you can,
slam the man."

That's gonna be on
so many t-shirts.

- It just came to me.
- Yeah, it's good.

- [laughs]
It's gonna have t-shirts made.

- Yeah.
- Nice.

[Paul laughs]

Revolve it a little more

and make the "fast"
start a little lower.

"'Cause my next trick
is waiting outside."

- What do you think?
- I love it.

[suspenseful music]

* *

[mechanical whirring]

This is one of the most
embarrassing scenes for me,

but enlightening scenes
for the audience

because this is their
introduction to Royce Rocco.

When I wrote the screenplay,
parts of it were easy

because I already had
the dialogue from "Duplicity."

The dialogue in "Duplicity"
is verbatim

right from real life.

However,

there are some other scenes
that I had to invent.

I had to make some scenes
with Audrey and Royce.

Ah, what shall we say
about Royce Rocco?

Did you ever meet him?

- Of course not.
No.

- Hi, I'm Paul.
- Hey.

How are you?

- Nice to meet you.
- Pleasure.

- You're playing Royce,
who is Audrey's pimp.

The inspiration for Royce Rocco
was all the pimps and hoodlums

and bums that I had met

in movies growing up.

- I don't think you fucking
know who you're talking to.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

You don't know who
you're fucking talking to.

I made Royce Rocco violent.

I'll take you out myself.

I'll slit your fucking throat
ear-to-ear.

Disgusting.

- You wanna put me
out of business?

Stop buying my product.

- Just, you know,
a stereotypical pimp.

- And this guy, Goldman,
is a real moron.

[indistinct chatter on TV]

- All right.
Very quiet, please.

Who's reading with me?

- Me!
- Oh, you are.

- Yeah!
[indistinct chatter]

From Audrey's phone logs,
she made three calls to Royce

on our wedding night
after I'd fallen asleep.

* *

So I had to use my imagination

and write a scene.

* *

[line trilling]

Ah.

- Number three
just fell asleep.

Well, how was it?

- It's the same
as all the others.

You know me.
I'm just a fucking machine.

Except with you, of course.

- That's the plan.
Slam the man.

- The line here--

"Fast as you can,
slam the man"?

Yeah.

- That's like
the motto of the group.

Okay.

Fast as you can, slam the man!

- "If this limp dick
can get me pregnant,

who knows how much
I can get out of him?"

- If this limp dick
can get me pregnant,

who knows how much
I can get out of him?

- "How long you gonna
stay married to this turkey?"

- How long you gonna
stay married to this turkey?

- "Give him three months to get
addicted to Audrey candy..."

- And I'll kick his ass
in court.

- Do you wanna put
in somewhere, like, um...

[whispers]
About the fake orgasms...

with Goldshit different
than how she is with Royce?

- Yeah, let's see--
let's see how it goes

because I think, like, the--

that's--I mean--

I definitely think
that's on mind.

So let's see.

- "When Audrey and I
were married

"and living here together,

She would always say how much
she loved having a laptop."

I realized one day

that a laptop that had been
sitting in my living room

for over a year
had possible evidence on it.

"I had to find out."

So I went to the newspaper,
the classified section,

and I looked under
"computer geek"

and I see this guy Sam
is advertising his services.

I call him up and Sam
comes over the next day

with his equipment.

- There's that laptop.
- Go do your thing.

"Sam was serious, eager,

and extremely knowledgeable
about computers."

You're in.

[keyboard clicking]

The big, major thing that
we found on there were emails.

Lots of emails.

- Great, great.
But wait.

In the book, how do you say
you got to her emails?

You f--
I thought you say it was--

I may have left that vague.

- I'm trying to remember.
- I'm trying to remember, too.

There were emails
on that computer.

- Do you didn't hack-hack--
you didn't hack--

- There were emails
on that computer.

They were on this computer,
so they're mine.

Period, end of story,
that's the end of it.

As far as I'm concerned.

Hacking is illegal.

On the other hand,
perhaps it's a gray area

because I was her husband
at the time.

The audience is never gonna ask
how he's got the emails,

so don't worry about it.

- But we read them
in the trial scene.

- Nobody's gonna--right.
And nobody's gonna ask.

- No one in the millions
of people watching,

no one is gonna say,
"How did you get those emails"?

- No, they're just gonna
assume that it was from here.

"Then you surrender to the fact

"that you have met
the love of your life,

your soulmate,
your life partner."

Who's that one from?

- That one is from Audrey
to Royce, obviously.

[soft piano music]

- When you read these,
what was going on?

- I realized that I was
not number one in her heart.

- No, no, no. Come on.
Listen to me.

Don't fuck--no, don't--
that's a bullshit answer.

Like, what was that like?

What happened?
How did you feel?

I was destroyed.

I was destroyed.
This was my wife.

What can I say?

* *

"I'll always love you and will
wait a lifetime for you."

From Audrey to Royce.

[swelling dramatic music]

* *

That one looks like

it was written
the date of our marriage.

All right,
what else have we got here?

* *

No.

[somber piano chord]

- Jason.
- Yeah?

- Change this.
- Change it?

Yes, yes.

We're going off-script.
It's gonna be great.

At the end of this when you
talk to the audience, right...

Okay.

But after I say,

"I'm gonna bring down
the whole damn ring,"

then you yell out,
"Buzz! Texts are coming in."

- You're getting texts from the
audience watching at home...

Yes, yes!

- While you're acting it?
- Yes, yes!

Very cool.

- Maybe we'll do one
on-script--

- No, no, no, no.
This is the script now.

Don't worry.
It'll be great.

[softly]
Don't worry.

- Okay.
- [normally] Okay?

[dramatic orchestral music]

So she makes calls to men.

And she calls her boyfriend,
Royce, a lot.

That doesn't make her a hooker.

Alan, she's the madam.

And probably a working
prostitute in the ring as well.

- We need proof, Paul.
Proof.

- You want proof?
- Yeah.

Check this out.

This was her latest voicemail.

[tape player clicks open]

* *

[cassette clacking]

* *

[answering machine beeps]

[answering machine beeps]
[tape player clicks]

- All the moms out there
watching now,

you just heard that.

Is this the voicemail
of a stay-at-home mom?

Text me and let me know
what you think.

- I'd still like
to see some hard evidence.

- She took me for a patsy,
a sucker.

[swelling dramatic music]

I'm gonna get you the
hard evidence that you want,

and I'm gonna bring down
the whole damn ring.

Buzz.

Oh, wait a minute.

Hmm.

[flip phone clicks closed]

The results are in!

Thank you everybody
for your participation.

[swelling dramatic music]

She's the madam.

- We need proof, Paul.
Proof.

Great.

So I immediately
call the private eye.

I would venture to say

he was one of the most
exhausting clients I've had.

But also one of the nicest.

- I'm Gary McDaniel,
private investigator,

Palm Beach County, Florida.

He became obsessed with,
"What is she?"

I knew what she was,

but we really
needed hard evidence.

Well, Joyce Foster,
the private eye that I hired,

was on the case.

On this particular night,

we had three investigators

because she had become

sort of hard to follow,

and it's also harder

to follow people at night.

- She ended up
at this nightclub behind me.

* *

[thumping dramatic music]

There, Audrey met with Royce

and a bunch
of other sleazy characters

and they all were
at a big table

and the liquor was flowing.

[laughter]

- Mr. Royce Rocco,
how you doin'?

- Hey, business is booming,
my friend!

Business is booming!

What can I do you for?

- I had to create the dialogue
in the Noche.

- I'm looking for pussy
tonight.

- Pussy? Well,
you came to the right place!

How much is she?

With one exception.

At one point,

we heard the gentleman
who we were told was her pimp

speaking with one
of the gentlemen.

- With my private eye,
Joyce Foster,

standing three feet away...

And we heard him say...

- Uh, you offer her 250
and see if she'll take it.

- "Offer her $250
and see if she'll take it."

- "Offer her 250
and see if she'll take it."

[dramatic orchestral music]

- And the two of them
left together.

* *

So that seemed a little, uh...

suspicious.

We were after hard evidence,

and we lucked out that evening.

- The next thing I had to do
was go to the cops.

I called them up,

I set up an appointment
to meet them the next day,

then I called up Bob Thompson,
Audrey's second husband.

I called Spencer County
Police Department yesterday.

I set up an appointment

to meet with one
of their agents tomorrow.

[dramatic suspenseful music]

No, you don't want to go there.

- No, no. I wouldn't do that
if I were you, Paul.

- I go, "Why not?"
He says...

- Royce knows
the Spencer County captain.

How do you know that?

About a year ago,

Audrey was over turning Tommy
to me on Thursday evenings

like she was supposed to,

so I reached out
to the Spencer County cops,

had them do a welfare check.

Meaning, you know,

they went out
to Audrey's trailer

to make sure that Tommy
was all right.

And was he?

- Next day,
I get a call

from the captain
of Spencer County PD.

He told me,
"Stop harassing Audrey Munson!"

She must've called Royce

and had him contact one
of his buddies on the inside.

- [gasps softly]
Glad you told me that, Bob.

No way am I gonna go

to that fucking, uh,
police department tomorrow.

I wouldn't go, I wouldn't go.

- Okay, uh,
so I cancelled my appointment.

And I called internal affairs.

I have some
significant information

on a large prostitution ring
operating in Spencer County.

What I said was, "I wanna meet
with head of internal affairs,

a long-term detective,
and the head of vice."

And Captain Santos must know
nothing of this meeting.

So I call up Terri Jay.

Please ask the universe
to scream at you right now

if I'm not safe tomorrow.

Just go, Paul.

You're protected.

- Oh, my God.
[sighs]

[dramatic music]

- I couldn't remember what
the name of the movie was,

but I felt like
I was in it.

* *

[phone ringing]

* *

- We're in the green Ford SUV,
the one with darkened windows.

* *

- Oh, my God.
What have I done?

Would there be some
sort of retaliation?

Would my lifeless body,

or what was left of it,
be found in the Everglades,

lunch for the gators?

My legs, apparently,
didn't get the message,

because they were taking me
to meet with the men

in the green SUV
with the darkened windows.

[suspenseful music]

* *

I cleared my throat...

[clears throat]

And I got in.

- Mr. Goldman,
Lieutenant Newman.

Detective Walker,
Detective Rockland.

We got a call a few months ago

about some women meeting
Fridays in the park

and Detective Walker
went over there

and got
their license plate numbers

and has begun
preliminary investigation.

- Well, this might help your
investigation a little bit.

So I presented the mountain
of evidence that I uncovered.

[dramatic music]

* *

- You've done quite a job,
Mr. Goldman.

I congratulate you
on our persistence

and your research abilities.

We'll take this case.

Don't expect results overnight,
but sometimes, the girls,

their pimps get sloppy
and we get lucky.

We wish there were
more people like you.

- I'm just a concerned citizen
doing his civic duty.

Thank you.

* *

- You are feeling
totally empowered now, right?

I would say so, yes.

You have the change in you...

from being a victim
to feeling empowered.

[chuckling]
Wow!

That is a story in itself,
Paul.

Your transformation!

- I mean, I joke
and call him a superhero now

because he kind of is,
you know?

He's really taken lemons
and instead of making lemonade,

he's made
lemon frickin' meringue pie.

- I'm the warrior now.
I'm not the wimp anymore.

If I was him,

I would've dug my hands
into the mess

and found out
what she was doing.

- I wanted to help the cops
as much as possible.

Hats off for Paul,

because he turned out to be

a pretty resourceful
and damn good investigator

and he found out a whole lot
of information independently.

I'm sitting home one day
watching TV.

I'm watching one of these
"Hollywood Access" segments

on paparazzi.

Paparazzi were spotted

going through
the celebrity's trash.

- And I'm watching this show
and they're doing a segment

on paparazzi going through
celebrities' trash.

Is that legal?

- It's legal, Paul,
but probably really foolish.

- I'll be careful.
Don't worry. Thanks.

Oh, nice.

I'm going to get
Royce's garbage.

[tense music]

I was gonna
go through Royce's trash

and see if I could
get some evidence.

* *

My heart beating
a million times a minute.

* *

- What were you thinking
in this moment?

Pure fear.

* *

[energetic percussive music]

* *

[dog barking]
[Paul yelping]

* *

[Paul yelps]

* *

[tires squealing]

[suspenseful orchestral music]

What's that, Dad?

- We're going
on a treasure hunt, Johnny.

And I start going through it.

* *

What I found in Royce's trash
was absolutely amazing.

* *

Crinkled-up fax.

"To whom is concerned,"

and, "I am inquiring about
a visa request and passport."

And he's got a website
that says,

"I can get passports
in three to five days."

"Question: does Royce work
for our government?"

Next to that was
this United Airlines jacket.

And two plane stubs.

Hong Kong to West Palm Beach.

And next to that fax
was this crinkled-up photo

of a young Asian girl.

Probably the photo that

Royce used for her passport.

And they bought her

some perfume

before they put her

on the plane.

[sighs]

Royce is a sex trafficker

importing girls
from Southeast Asia

to join his ring.

End of story for Mr. Royce.

[dramatic musical sting]

[ominous music]

* *

- He was just becoming
more and more frantic.

- He never stopped,
he never stopped.

This case haunts me because

the story is less about

the subject
of the investigation

and more about the client
in the investigation.

[dramatic musical crescendo]

[Piero Umiliani's
"La Vendetta"]

[dramatic '70s
orchestral film score]

* *