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Is that part of your security duties, dancing with a guest?

She doesn't know I'm working security.

Who's your guest?

Wurst, a philanthropist.

Philanthropist. She asked me to dance, and he always taught me to be polite to

strangers, so I said yes.

It's going great. I'm not stepping on her feet. And then she asked me if I'm

like the rest of the guys here, you know, I only care about money.

I figured she doesn't like that kind of guy, so I said, hell no, I'd rather give

it away.

Philanthropist. Your only hope now is to win the lottery and start donating

millions. Either that or tell the young lady the truth before you get in so deep

you can't get out.

You're absolutely right.

First chance I get, I'll buy a couple of lottery tickets.

I gotta call the station. Don't blow my cover.

Mark, thank you for coming.

I wouldn't miss it.

Irene?

Dr. Shepard tells me that you're a model patient.

Oh, there's nothing to it, really.

He's a wonderful cardiologist. Thanks for sending him to me.

Oh, anything I can do to help?

Irene, would you excuse us for a moment?

Well, twirl if you promise to give me the next day.

We'll twirl, we'll spin, and we'll fandango as soon as I have a nap.

I was going to return your call tomorrow.

All six of them?

I just had my physical. You said I was fine.

Well, I have to repeat your x -ray, and I need a few more lab tests.

What's wrong?

Well, a faulty X -ray, a hope, or TB.

TB? Well, that went out years ago. Well, it's back. It's still curable, but

there's nothing to fool around with it.

You're scaring the hell out of me.

Good. Be at my office at 8 a .m.

10. Robert, this could be serious. Look, at 8, I have to be in my office on a

conference call to Japan. It's a deal I've been working on for a couple of

years, and I can't blow it now. Okay, I'll switch your schedule around. Okay.

Robert!

Get out of my way. Excuse me, ma 'am. Please, ma 'am.

You weasel! I got this notice this morning.

You're selling my condo! This morning?

You told me she was out of there a year ago. The market took a dip. I couldn't

get rid of it. Get off my lawn and out of the condo. You've lost, Marilyn.

Robert's staying with me.

Have the good grace to retire to a home for old slut.

He may be staying with you, but he loves me!

Can't we discuss this?

You coward!

Irene, I swear, I've had the condo on the market for a year, but it's... Now

I know why you never have time to return your phone calls.

Should have stuck to hostile takeovers. They're friendlier. I think so.

Boy, people appear different than you and me, huh?

They own their tuxedos and rent their women.

Can I borrow your keys?

Why? So I can start your car.

Oh, how am I going to get home?

I'll call the squad car. They'll take you home.

Oh, great.

The neighbors think I've been arrested.

Yeah, but Mel and Abe will think I own a classic Jag.

That's a great car.

Thanks.

And in perfect condition.

Who works on this car? Are you the mechanic?

Yes, I am.

What's the point in owning a classic automobile if you can't get under the

and...

Tinker.

I'm impressed.

Most of the collectors I know won't get their hands dirty.

You're the hands -on type.

I like that.

Now tell me about your philanthropy.

What's the tell?

How do you decide you get the money?

Do you donate through a foundation or...

You pick the charity yourself and just show up at the doorstep waving a check

like Ed McMahon.

Well, philanthropy is a complicated business.

Not that it's a business, but it's philanthropy and it's complicated.

You're not spending another night in this house.

Hey, I'm not going anywhere.

Yes, you are. You're leaving.

Now, you're angry.

Because I've still been seeing Marilyn, but the bottom line is you like being

Mrs. Robert Stanton and the lifestyle that goes with that.

My lifestyle isn't going to change. I own the company, remember?

Only on paper, Irene.

Oh, you can diddle the IRS, but your diddling days with me are over in more

than one.

Darling.

Let's start fresh.

That's what you said a year ago. This time, I mean it.

I'm not signing the company back over to you.

Damn it.

I need control to close this deal with the Japanese. I mean, this is millions

for us.

Do you love her?

No.

Not even a teensy -weensy little bit? She was just a diversion, that's all.

you I love, Irene.

I'm not signing the papers.

Irene!

Marilyn!

Hi, honey.

Bye, honey.

What have you done?

Killed him, just like we planned.

I didn't think you'd actually do it.

What is it? What's wrong?

My medicine.

Bathroom cabinet.

How many?

Two.

This is insane. You actually killed him.

We killed Robert. We discussed it at lunch. His lies, his duplicity.

I don't remember much after the third martini.

When you found out he was still seeing me, you wanted to go right over to his

office and shoot him?

Well, that seems a little extreme.

Have you forgotten about the Porsche he bought me?

The trip to Aruba?

The diamonds for Christmas?

The sapphires for my birthday?

Maybe you should shoot him again.

That's my girl.

He weighs a ton.

How could you let him get so out of shape? Help me.

It's your fault. He gave up exercising when he started seeing you.

Not enough hours in the day, I suppose.

I didn't feed him French food.

All those creamy sauces.

My gosh, weren't you worried about his cholesterol?

He's dead, for God's sake. What are you carping about cholesterol?

I gotta rest.

Robert always put on weight when he was having an affair.

What do you mean, always?

Well, there was a secretary and some actress and before her there was...

Did you think you were the only one?

Of course not.

You did.

Did he tell you you were the only woman he ever truly loved? And did he send you

roses every week and were they red?

Yellow.

And did he buy you a pet so you wouldn't be lonely?

A poodle named Sweetie.

To remind you of him.

Well, look on the bright side, Marilyn.

You were far from the first, but you're definitely the last.

You two -timing creep!

Where's the suitcase?

I couldn't carry him and the suitcase.

Well, go get it while I bag him.

Good evening, officer.

Is anything wrong?

Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Stanton, but a neighbor reported hearing shouting.

Is everything okay?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was watching a movie. I had the volume turned up too loud.

Thank you so much for coming by.

You make me feel very safe.

Well, that's what we're here for.

Good night, Mrs. Stanton. Good night, officer.

A security guard came by. My neighbors reported shouting.

Is he still here?

No, I told him I turned the TV up too loud.

He'll make a report.

Oh, my God, we're going to be in trouble.

Irene, don't fall apart on me.

I underestimated you, Marilyn.

How's that, Irene?

You look like a bimbo, you sound like a bimbo, but you're not.

You're ruthless.

Thank you, Irene.

You're welcome.

Okay, go over it again.

I tell people we had a really terrible argument over you. Robert stormed out,

and when he doesn't come back, I report him missing.

Oh, darn it. What is it?

Police car.

Oh, my God, what do we do?

Pull over.

Leave it, ma 'am.

Your rear door is flopping open there. Could be that locket's a problem.

Oh, I just had it fixed.

I'm an antique dealer and the van's full of furniture.

I'm sorry, ma 'am. I'm going to have to write you a fix -it ticket.

You got any rope in the van?

No, I should, but I don't.

I've got some in my car.

I'll tie that chef for you. Don't go to any trouble.

No trouble.

He's going to find Robert's body.

A little louder. I don't think he could hear you.

There's something in the way here.

Oh, it's a fancy cello. I'll get it.

I thank you enough, officer.

Well, I'm just glad I could help. Thanks.

Well?

No handcuffs.

Yet.

No wonder Robert wouldn't divorce you. He's such a Pollyanna.

Okay, get a seat.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Robert.

It's wherever you put it.

Put what?

Whatever you lost.

I didn't lose anything.

Hold on.

Morris?

I live and breathe.

It's really you.

And who else would it be?

Oh, the doctor that loses everything I put in his office, buzzes me 20 times a

day to find it.

Where's the chart I gave you this morning?

Updated, signed, and ready to file.

Surprise.

Surprise.

I buzzed you because I wanted you to call Robert Stanton's office. He's over

hour late for his appointment.

Hey, Dave. Hey, Doug.

Morning there, good doctor. Good morning.

I got Mrs.

Dettman's test results.

Roger Critchlow's pathology report.

Which one you want first?

I tell you, Amanda's patients are a little less demanding.

I'll start with you.

Well, that's funny.

All right, I performed it up at GI.

Ah, three of my favorite people.

Amanda,

you are looking exceptionally beautiful today.

Well, thank you. It must be the lab coat.

Hey, Jack, how you doing?

Real good, Steve.

You know something? We haven't seen enough of each other lately.

What do you say one night this week we go out and have a couple of brews, shoot

some hoops, huh?

How much?

Excuse me?

How much you want?

Now that you mention it, you know, I could use a few bucks.

We're just having anything to do with the young lady you met yesterday.

What young lady?

A socialite from the Stanton party.

She's a lot more than that, Dad. She is bright, she's articulate, she's

informed.

And I promised I'd take her out in the town tonight.

What do you need?

500.

What? What town are you taking her out on?

Las Vegas.

Somehow she got the idea that I've got a limo on call 24 hours a day.

But don't worry, I've got one rented for this evening.

Tapped out the guys down at the precinct. I am only short 500.

Steve, that hole you're digging for yourself, what are you going to do when

fall in it?

Well, I'll just confess everything on the way back.

Well, you better make sure that she's wearing a seatbelt.

I could go, uh, 40.

Good man.

I know. I am setting a bad example here. I'll go 50.

For a good cause?

Not on your life. I do not finance treachery and deceit with cash.

I take credit cards.

No.

Uh, Mr. Stanton's office says he hasn't been in this morning.

Oh, thank you, Dolores.

Something's not right about that.

I think I will make myself a house call.

What about Mrs.

Dettman? Hold her another day. Later.

House call?

Hey, D!

Get his horse and buggy ready, will ya?

Doctor? Hello. Morning, Rosemary.

Is Mr.

Stanton in?

I haven't seen him today.

Matter of fact, his financial daily times is still in the hall table.

Mrs. Stanton?

Upstairs. Thank you.

Come in, Rosemary.

I'm afraid it's just your friendly neighborhood doctor.

Mark.

How are you feeling?

Well, I'm...

All right.

I'm tired.

Taking your medication?

It doesn't seem to be as effective lately.

Hmm. Let's see.

Maybe you should speak to Dr. Shepard about increasing the dosage.

I've just been under a lot of strain.

You, uh, watching your diet?

Exercising? Not smoking?

I eat low -fat, and I don't allow smoking in the house.

And I use the treadmill.

Robert does, too.

Well, Robert's the reason I came.

He had an appointment with me at 10 o 'clock in my office. He never showed up.

And he has not been in his office.

Oh, Mark.

Robert and I had a terrible fight last night. He packed a suitcase and left.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was so hoping you'd work it out.

Me, too.

It will, I think.

We love each other, you know.

I always thought so.

You said he had an appointment. Is he sick?

No, nothing for you to worry about.

Do you know where I can find him?

He's with her.

You gave me some Kleenex.

You're the best.

You should not be out of bed.

Get back in there.

You get yourself some rest. I'll call you later.

Okay.

Marilyn,

if you're there, pick up. We have to talk.

Marilyn?

Meet me at the club.

I'm Mark Sloan, Robert Stanton's physician.

Oh. May I come in?

Why not? Thank you.

You were there yesterday when I made my grand entrance. Yes, I was. You could

certainly liven up a party.

I bet it was awfully quiet after I left.

No, just the sound of dropping jaws.

Is Robert here? I really need to talk to him.

Oh, I get it. Irene thinks Robert's here and sent you over to fetch him home.

Oh, no, he didn't show up for an appointment. I was a little concerned

him.

Oh, I haven't seen him or heard from him, but I did at the gym all morning.

I got one of those sinus headaches. You know how fast they come.

Can you spare a couple of aspirin?

Oh, sure.

Oh, thank you.

Wonderful. I really appreciate this.

This is going to be really deadly.

Thank you.

Listen, if you hear from Robert or see him, would you ask him to give me a

Yes, and I will hear from him. You know we really do love each other.

Is something wrong?

Well, you know, I can't get rid of this nagging feeling that something happened

to him.

Really? Like what?

I don't know.

I'm probably just worrying for a night. Forget I said anything.

You know, that is very, very bad for your health.

Look, if you'd like to stop smoking, you can do what a friend of mine does.

Smoke all you want, but just take one puff off each cigarette.

Pretty soon it's not worth the trouble.

I hope that advice is free. No charge for common sense.

Thank you very much for the aspirin. I'll see myself out.

Mark Sloan was just here looking for Robert.

He was here, too.

Do you think he suspects something?

Well, how would I know? You're the expert in this field.

Hardly. A talented amateur, then?

Try not to be so shrill. It's not very attractive.

What are we going to do?

You take a pill, and I'll take care of Dr.

Sloan. How?

Depends how persistent he is.

Mark, everyone pretty much knows that cigarettes are bad for you. No, I mean,

found this one in Robert and Irene's bedroom.

This one I took from Marilyn Kramer. They're a perfect match, right down to

shade of lipstick.

Marilyn and Irene are trading phone calls.

Maybe they're trying to patch things up.

Irene's been under considerable amount of stress. Even her heart medicine

doesn't seem to be helping right now.

Well, her husband did just walk out on her.

When I... I made some comment about my concern for Robert's welfare.

Marilyn got agitated, nervous.

Well, maybe he walked out on her, too?

I think it's more than that, Steve.

I think he did something to him.

Oh, come on, Dad. I mean, so far he's just missing. And not for that long,

either. Well, you know, Robert's the patient.

Irene's a friend.

I really hate this feeling I'm having.

Then prove that he's alive.

What? Oh, please.

Two women didn't bury him in the backyard, then he's got to be someplace,

Jack, you're brilliant.

Told you.

Steve, will you check the airlines?

Yeah, if he used his own name, I'll find out where he went.

Gee, Irene and Marilyn are meeting at some club. Unfortunately, I don't know

which one.

The Belmont Country Club.

Just like that, you come up with it?

Jack, brilliance is such a relative thing.

Marilyn Kramer's hosting a charity fashion show there this afternoon. Well,

there you go.

They're so teed off and round, but they're going to spend them to death.

Don't you wish you could be a fly on the wall? Oh, I wish I could.

However, I do know a couple of people who are off duty.

Us?

Oh, we'd love to.

The makeup and hair tips alone are worth the price of admission.

Well, I'm not having any problem with my makeup, so get off me.

Jack, the models.

You know, I could free up some time.

To help Mark.

Thanks a lot, guys. You go, you come back, you tell me I'm wrong, I feel

already.

Hi, guys.

Hey, Steve.

Listen, before you head off to that fashion show, I need your help. I told

will not fund treachery and deceit, Stephen.

Treachery and deceit are doing just fine.

I took out a small loan from the credit union.

Yeah. Good, man. You'll be riding high tonight, having a ball.

What's the problem?

I've never dated a rich girl before.

What are we going to talk about?

Locked in that limo for all those hours, just the two of us.

Drop a few names.

Um, St. Moritz, uh... Captain T.

Captain T.

Just show you've been around a little bit.

Is that what you do?

Well, it depends. Like, when I date doctors, I end up talking shop.

I'll say something like, you should have seen this guy that came into the

emergency room last night. He had his arm on backwards.

Backwards? Yeah, he had a severe dislocated shoulder, so I had to just

back in. But Amanda, I think you'll go along with me on this one. That women

doctor, they go nuts for that stuff. Am I right? Oh, yeah.

Dislocated shoulder. I don't know if I can control myself sometimes. It's such

turn on.

And then when I like date somebody from my old neighborhood, I talk about who's

out on bail, who's running what scam.

Who's been indicted?

Who's dead?

No. You stick with what you know?

Yeah, pretty much.

See, if Melanie was a cop, we'd just go out for a beer and pizza, and then we'd

brag about all the great busts we made.

Did you ever date a rich girl?

Once.

Once.

Most she ever talked about was her father's polo ponies.

I figured horses, right? So I chimed right in with telling her how to bet the

trifecta at Hollywood Park.

For some reason, it didn't go over too well.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Hmm?

I'm a rich girl.

Yes, you are.

Amanda. Yes.

Darling. Tell me what to say.

Nothing.

What?

Nothing. Mm -hmm.

When she gets finished talking, you look deep into her eyes and you say...

Whenever I'm in the presence of a beautiful woman, I just get all tongue

Oh, that's good.

Damn good.

I gotta make a phone call.

Yeah, I like that a lot.

All right, we can't get in the front without an invitation.

We need a couple of those badges.

Want to stay a little bit louder?

Just do something.

Hey! Watch it! I'm sorry. Excuse me.

Excuse me. Excuse him.

Well,

I'm sorry.

I bet they never let you near the collection plate.

You ready?

Yeah. Let's go. Okay. Okay?

Well, you're not exactly high fashion.

You're no prize either, pal.

It's too late to return. You will just have to make do. So go ahead, get in

costumes and pray that those ladies have been lunching on martinis.

Go on. Go on. Go, go, go, go, go.

I thought Nehru jackets were not with Nehru. Those were their back, but not on

you, honey. You look like a waiter.

Oh,

well, you're insulting me. I thought pigeons would fly in the coop.

What?

What are you doing down here?

Now what?

Well, you said I look like a waiter. Yeah, you do.

I can act like one.

Hello.

May I have a menu, please?

More water?

Thank you.

We better get called.

The police are going to arrest us and drag us off to jail in handcuffs.

We'll end up in prison with those Manson girls.

Irene, get a grip.

How would anyone know?

The traffic ticket. It has the time, the place, the license number of your van.

The cop will remember.

Waiter.

Sorry. It's okay. What are the specials?

Now, you don't want any of the specials. They're full of fat.

Okay. Uh, what about salad?

Excellent choice.

Wait. Do you want to know what kind?

Why, uh, tossed salad with a little locale ranch dressing on the side,

Good. Okay.

I can't do it, Marilyn.

I can't take the pressure.

Irene, this is not a garden party. You can't fire the caterer because you hate

the cheese dip.

I have nightmares.

I keep seeing Robert's face.

It's natural.

It's like buyer's remorse. You want something desperately and you get it,

then you're not sure you really wanted it in the first place.

Oh, my God, we're not talking about a Jeep.

Robert's dead.

Either you straighten up or I'll leave town tonight.

You can't do that.

Why not?

I have the million you deposited into my account.

Blackmail. No, my fee for helping you kill a husband you hated.

Cheap at twice the price.

Now, Irene, are you going to get through this?

Or am I going to send you a postcard from Hawaii?

What traffic did you... Did they say when?

No. Just that they were in Marilyn's van.

Van?

Why were they...

They killed Robert, put his body in a van and took him somewhere.

Mark, you were jumping to conclusions.

What else could it be?

Irene couldn't kill a fly. The woman's a wreck.

Marilyn? Well, she probably eats nails for breakfast.

Hey, gang. Hey, Steve.

Nice with the zoo.

$100 down and $100 a month for the rest of my life.

You haven't told her the truth.

Dad, a limousine ride to Vegas, ringside at Liza.

Dinner at the MGM Grand. This is no time for the truth.

Sen, you can count on me for one thing.

When all this blows up in your face, I will not say I told you so.

I'll just write you a note. That's a relief.

But since I have been so kind and so understanding, I've lent you my classic

and you're into me for 50 bucks, I know you won't mind doing me a little favor.

Never get into hock to you, old man.

I'll explain on the way out.

See you later. Bye.

May we come in?

Of course. Come on in.

It's about Robert, isn't it?

Something's happened to him.

Why don't you tell us? Just a minute, Steve.

Steve is investigating Robert's disappearance. He has this idiotic

you know more than you're saying.

You don't mind answering a few questions, do you?

I guess not.

Good. We'll get rid of this nonsense and get it out of the way once and for all.

Ask your questions, Steve. Lame as they may be.

How do you explain two women who are supposed to be rivals meeting at the

country club fashion show and then having lunch together?

That is outrageous.

Irene, tell him you just ran into Marilyn at the fashion show.

Robert is kicking her out of the condo. She was begging me for more time to find

a new place.

Makes perfect sense. Now, let's go.

That doesn't explain the security patrol.

What security patrol?

Foxworth Security Patrol is your neighborhood.

Last night, a guard responded to a report of a violent argument.

You said you had your TV turned up too loud.

I did.

But you told my father that you and Robert argued, violently.

I had the TV on too loud to cover our argument.

I wasn't about to tell a perfect stranger that my husband walked out on

course not.

What about this?

What is it?

It's a copy of a traffic ticket.

It says that at 11 .45 last night, an officer pulled over a van on Sherwood

Road.

The driver was Marilyn Kramer.

The passenger fits your description.

You all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

I don't know anything about that ticket, and I don't know where that tramp was

last night or who was with her.

I only know that I love Robert and I want him to come home.

You don't really believe I'd do anything to hurt him. Why would I do that, Mark?

Joint bank accounts?

A company worth millions?

You were tired of Robert's lies, but not of his money.

So you and Marilyn Kramer killed your husband.

All right, that is enough.

Mrs. Stanton has rights, and I believe you have just violated every one of

Now, let's go.

My attorney's not going to be too happy to hear I'm the victim of police

harassment.

I'm just doing my job, Irene.

Job or no job, you're within your rights. File suit.

I like playing good cop, bad cop.

Do you want to play bad cop next time?

Yeah.

What do you think?

Well, I hate to admit it, but I think they did it too. Yeah.

He actually accused us of murdering Robert.

Did you tell him anything?

I threw them out of the house.

All I have to do is sit tight. They don't have any proof.

Right.

Oh, God, I hope that's not them back for a rematch.

Yes? Mrs. Stanton.

If you're selling something, as a matter of fact, I am. Well, whatever it is,

I'm not interested.

I was fishing in Sherwood Lake.

Caught something that belongs to you.

Who are you?

Peter Kincaid. I run the bait and tackle shop.

On the lake?

And just what do you think you found?

A body bag.

And guess what's inside it?

Imagine my shock.

I thought we'd talk before I informed the authorities.

Mr. Kincaid, I doubt very much that you found anything. And if you did, I doubt

very much that it's worth talking about.

Robert, signet ring.

Now.

Do we have something to talk about here?

What do you want?

What I have is worth a fortune. What I want is 500 ,000.

That's robbery.

Mr. Stanton was an important man.

You're a rich widow.

Where is it?

On ice.

We want to see it.

Well, don't take too long.

My policy is to turn over all unclaimed merchandise to the police.

Have a nice day, ladies.

Half a million for Kincaid.

What the hell are you so upset about? It's not your half a million.

The principal.

Oh, I see.

You want to be the only blackmailer in the group.

Life with Robert has taught me one thing.

There's no problem that can't be solved by throwing money at it.

Well, you better limber up. Half a million will put a strain on anybody's

Really, Dr. Shepard? When was that?

And she didn't complain.

Well, of course, I guess she wouldn't unless the conditions were right.

Okay. Look, at the next AMA convention, I'll buy you dinner.

Low -cal.

No -cal.

We'll eat the menus.

Right.

Hi. Listen, thanks for doing this. Hey, it doesn't hurt to have the Chief of

Internal Medicine do you a favor.

That's all mine, too.

Mushy -mushy.

You're running the money.

I am sorry to hear that.

$500 ,000.

Less than you cost Robert.

You're nuts. That was the deal of the century.

And obviously, Robert thought I was worth it.

Not enough to marry you.

Well, to hear you tell it, being married to Robert wasn't such a picnic.

Besides, I learned my lesson.

No more married men.

Only married men.

Besides their money, you get their passion, romance, flowers.

Let their wives listen to their complaints and pick up their dry

But next time, I get the condo in my name.

When this is over, I never want to see you again.

You won't. For another million.

Bloodsucker.

Hey, I'm a problem, Irene. Throw money at me. And if I don't, are you going to

tell the police that we killed Robert?

No. I'll tell them you did it.

Let's scratch each other's eyes out when you get back.

You're not going with me?

We've been seen together much too often as it is.

Let's not tempt fate when we're so close to the finish line.

It's a long drive.

You'll be here when I get back?

I'll have the candle in the window.

on time.

Electricity went out, you know.

Oh, yeah.

What am I paying for?

Sure you want to see it?

No. But I'd be a fool to hand over $500 ,000 unless you have what you say you

have.

In the back.

Murder. You

didn't.

She's dead.

I could have suffocated in that thing.

Stupid woman.

She'd have done what she was told and signed the company back to me. She could

be out shopping right now.

But then you and I couldn't get married.

Isn't that what you said when you talked me into this thing?

That you wanted our relationship to be out in the open? No more sneaking

no more secrets?

Of course, darling. We're going to be married.

You know, Robert, I think I'd rather be single.

And as rich as you're going to make me. Marilyn, what's gotten into you?

Greed, Robert.

She caught it from you.

You all right, Irene?

Okay.

Surprise, darling.

Mr. Stanton, Miss Kramer, you're under arrest for attempted murder.

You know, Robert, brutality in business is one thing. It's only money.

But trying to scare Irene into a heart attack, how could you do that?

Quite a dramedy stage, Mr. Stanton.

Sending Marilyn to tell Irene about your affair?

Irene was distraught. She was vulnerable.

And when Marilyn said he didn't deserve to live, she agreed.

And then you faked your own murder and hired this sleazeball private detective

to lure Irene here.

You can't prove any of this.

God knows I tried not to, Robert, but I did.

Months ago, you called Dr. Shepard.

You told him Irene was having some side effects from her heart medicine.

He lowered the dosage. You sent her up to drop dead a shock at the sight of

Luckily, Mark came by this afternoon and gave me the right dosage.

I should have known you were up to something. You had your hair done.

How did you know I was still alive?

I didn't know whether you were or not, Robert, to tell you the truth, but I

figured that if you were alive, you couldn't let that Japanese deal fall

through. So I had a friend called Japan.

It's all circumstantial, and Irina's my wife. She can't testify against me.

But I can and will for the right deal.

Oh, the D .A. will be very happy to talk to you, Mr. Kramer.

Edwards, they're all yours.

Read them the rights.

Well... How could I have been so stupid?

You were very cleverly manipulated, Irene.

Thank you, Mark.

Melanie, there's something I've got to tell you.

I'm not rich.

I'm not a philanthropist.

I'm a cop.

A lieutenant in homicide.

I knew that.

You did?

Daddy always investigates the men I date.

Why didn't you say something?

I was having too much fun.

Bye.

Tomorrow I'm off to Paris for a year.

A year?

I'll make you a proposition.

Well, I told her.

Oh, how'd she take it?

Pretty well, for the most part.

She wants me to go away.

With her for the weekend.

Paris. All expenses paid.

You were right, Dad.

Honesty is the best policy.

I'll let them be listening to you.