All language subtitles for DoubleJeopardy-1999-txt

[Libby] I'm pretty hungry. I
hope we catch some fish soon.
[Matty] Me too.

[Libby] Okay, help me wind.
[Matty] Wind back?

[Libby] Can we turn this one?
[Matty] That's what
I'm trying to do.

Slowly.

Slowly, slowly,
slowly, slowly.

I am doing it slowly.
Okay, you got it.

Oh, Matty, look!

You see that?
See that big boat out there?
Mm-hmm.

She is the prettiest boat
on Whidbey Island.
That's the Morning Star.

Someday when you're
big enough, I'm gonna
teach you how to sail.

It's the best thing
there is, sailing.
Better than fishing?

Yup.

But you know what, kiddo?

I don't think
I want you to grow up.

Why?
What if you grow up
and marry some beautiful girl?

Who's gonna go sailing
with me then?
Dad.

Not a chance.

- [light jazz music playing]
- [chattering]

Thank you so much.

Nick. Uh, we need to talk.

Always happy to talk
to you, Rudy.

Hey, Warren.
Did you get that notice
from First Seattle today?

Yeah. Yeah, as a matter
of fact, I did.
[chuckles]

Good.
Then you know.

We've got a real problem.

First Seattle is not
a problem Rudy.

These martinis are a problem.
Do you mind?

Not at all.
Where were we?
All right, First Seattle.

Mommy?

Hey, kiddo.

How's it going?
Hand off.

[both grunting]

Oh, you sack
of potatoes.
Ay-yi-yi.

Have you been carrying him
around the whole party?
Yeah.

We're never gonna
marry you off, Angie.

Mm, yes. Picasso.

Blue period.

The artist's name
is Kandinsky.

Wassily Kandinsky.

He was German,
of Russian extraction,
1866 to 1944.

And by the way,
Picasso's Blue period
was figurative,

and ended in 1904.

And these watercolors
are abstract, done in 1911.

[scoffs]
Picasso.

Everyone pipe down.
I'm about to give a speech.

Thank you for coming.
I always say the sign
of a good party

is when I'm having a better
time than anyone else, but...

Now is the time when you're
expected to ante up...

For drinking all my liquor,
and eating all my food,

And spilling tomato sauce
on my couch, Bobby Long.
[crowd] Ooh--

What, you didn't think
I saw you?
[crowd laughs]

Oh, he's insufferable.
I know it.

Now, we are here to raise
a vast sum of money
for the Small Frye School.

So, while you are reaching
for your checkbooks,

It gives me great pleasure to
introduce
Mrs. Rebecca Tingley,

Our totally ravishing...

and completely adorable
headmistress.

[clapping, whistling]

Mr. Parsons, thank you.
[chuckles]

First of all, I'd like
to start by introducing...

a few members of my staff
to you today.
Oh God.

I give you
our dedicated teacher
and head of admissions,

Miss Angela Green.

[clapping]
Yay!

[Matty speaking,
indistinct]
Me!

What are you
thinking about?

Was I always as rude
as I am now?
[giggles]

Absolutely.

[chuckles]

Hi. Come have a seat.

Angela,
do you think we ought
to break the news to her?

I suppose it's better
she hears it from us
than from someone else.

She's not gonna be
happy about it.

What's up, guys?

Close your eyes.

Close 'em.

Okay, now,
stand up.

Keep 'em closed.

[humming]

Now, Libby,
what is your favorite thing?

Me?
Not even close.

All right, open.

I heard Sean Gittman
was thinking of selling.

I made him an offer,

And he agreed to let us
take her out for the weekend.

And if you like it,
it's yours.

If I like it?
[chuckles]
Mm-hmm.

Honey,
we can't afford that.

When have I ever let that
get in my way? Come on.

[laughs]
Huh?

What about Matty?
I'll take care of him.
We'll have a great time.

You hate to sail.

I can learn.

[chuckles]
Huh?

Generally, wine like this
needs time to breathe,

But I don't know,
I don't think we should...

Wait.

I don't see land.

So where is it?

Alaska's over that way,
Japan is straight ahead,

and Australia's
somewhere to the left.

Where would
you like to go?

Bed.

That can be arranged.

[sighing]

[gasping]

[soft moaning]

[both giggling]

[breathing heavily]

We should do this
more often.

What do you mean?
Buy expensive sailboats?

[chuckles]
If this is what happens,
I'll buy another one tomorrow.

[chuckles]
No, go away,
just the two of us,

With nobody else around.

I'll drink to that.

[banging, squeaking]

[banging continues]

Nick?

Nick?

Oh, my God. Nick?

[louder]
Nick?

[whimpering]

Nick? Ni--

Oh, my God.
[whimpering]

Nick?
[whimpering]

[gasping, moaning]

Nick!
[screaming]
Nick!

Nick!
[sobbing]
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

[ship horn blaring]
Nick?

[man on P.A.]
Morning Star, this is
the Coast Guard.

Put the knife down,
ma'am, and step away.

I-I don't--
I don't know--

I don't know...
where my husband is!

[female reporter]
...an around-the-clock search
for local businessman

Nick Parsons, who disappeared
in these waters
off Whidbey Island.

[cop]
All right, tie it off.

Hey, Cutter.
Hey, Tom.

What have you got for me?

[voices indistinct,
drowned out by boat motors]

Anything?
No.

Cutter, please don't let them
give up. He's very strong.

Libby. L-Libby.
He's a very strong man.

[gasping]
The raft and life preservers
are all on board.

These guys,
they tracked the wind,
currents--

Nothing. The water temperature
overnight...

was 51 degrees.

That's cold.
That's really cold.
[gasping]

Cutter,
I can't breathe!
Just put your head down.

Yeah, that's it.
Deep breaths.

Big breaths.

[sobbing]
Shh.

[police radio chattering]

Mommy, look!

[car doors slamming]

Hi, kiddo.

Hey, Bobby.

Hey, Libby.
[sighs]

Um, well Cutter, he, uh--

He asked me to come by
and talk to you, you know.

Just, um--
not as an attorney,
just as a friend.

The inquest was held
this morning, and they
reviewed all the evidence,

and Nick, uh,
well, he's officially
been declared dead.

[Bobby]
Now, Libby, they, um...

They've determined
it was a "wrongful death,"
and you--

Oh, Jesus, you--
you're being formally
charged with his murder.

[laughs]
I am here to advise you,

make no statements
whatsoever to the sheriff.

[Cutter]
I'm sorry, Libby.

[scoffing]
Cutter!

Not in front
of my kid, okay?

[keys jangling]

I'm sorry, Libby.
Uh, the judge denied us bail.

[opening briefcase]

Can Angie
keep looking after Matty?

Good. Okay, uh--
[sighs]

Let's take a look at this,
see what we can do.
Bobby.

Here's what I think happened.

I had some wine, okay?

And I fell asleep.
It must have been the sun.

And maybe Nick was trying
to cut a snagged line
or something,

because the knife...

from the galley
was on deck.

And-and maybe the boat
pitched or something,

and he cut himself.

And he
tried to come downstairs.
He tried to come below...

to wake me up.

[sighs]

[chuckles]

I quit these things
when I met Nick.

It'll be all right.
I promise you.

So. Why don't we take a look
at this First Guarantee life?

Now. You both bought
life insurance policies...

from the company
around four months ago.

And you are the beneficiary.
I'm his wife.

Libby, you know this policy
is worth two million?

Nick wanted to make sure that
if anything happened to him,
we'd be okay.

The jury may feel
there's a big difference

between "okay"
and two million dollars.

They may see it
as a motive.

Is that what they're saying?
No, no one is saying that.

I don't think we have
to be concerned about--
That I killed Nick for money?

[scoffs]

I know we had some problems,
and Nick worried,

But we were okay!
Libby!

Two of his investors
were suing him
for embezzlement.

First Seattle issued
a lien on all of his
real estate properties,

Your personal possessions--

Now, Nick's death means
all these problems disappear

behind a corporate shield,
leaving you with
two million dollars.

Do you think I killed him?
That's the first rule
of being a lawyer.

What we think doesn't matter.

It matters to me.

No. Of course.
I don't think you killed him.

[prosecutor]
Petty Officer Young,
what was the condition...

of the Morning Star's
marine band radio when you had
a chance to inspect it?

The handset cord
had been cut.

And as you initially
approached the sailboat,

What did you see?

Mrs. Parsons
was holding a knife.

[spectators murmuring]

I show you state's exhibit...
number four.

[Nick's voice on radio]
Uh, mayday. Mayday.

This is the Morning Star.

[operator]
Sate your emergency,
Morning Star.

[Nick] I've been stabbed.

I'm bleeding, uh--
Oh, Jesus.

My na--my name's
Nicholas Parsons.

[operator]
State your position?
[Nick] I don't know, man.

Three miles northwest of,
uh, of Whidbey Island,
I guess.

Oh, God!
Oh, God!
[clicks]

Mrs. Parsons,
you've heard the testimony
presented to this court,

and your explanation is
that somebody must have
come aboard the Morning Star.

That's right.

Well, let's consider
all the possibilities.

Maybe a band of pirates.

Or aliens!
Did aliens murder
your husband?

No. Aliens weren't
beneficiaries...

in your husband's
life insurance policy.
Objection.

Your honor,
the prosecutor--
Overruled.

I told you what happened.
Yes, you did.

You told us,
that you were asleep.
Yes.

Maybe you were sleepwalking
when you stabbed
your husband--

Objection. Is Miss Halliwell
questioning the witness,
or making a closing argument?

Withdrawn.

I didn't kill my husband!

I loved my husband.
[sobbing]

[hysterical sobbing]

Bobby, I did not
kill my husband!

You have to believe me.

[sobs echo and fade]

I'm-I'm sorry, Libby.

It's not your fault, Bobby.

[Matty humming]

[door closes]

I want to ask you
something, Angie.

I'd like you
to adopt my son.

No, Lib, I can't do that.
Not to you.

I've thought it through.

I barely survived
my parents' house.
I'm not gonna put him there.

[humming]

Money won't be a problem
because there's
the two million dollars

from the life insurance,
and it's going into
a trust fund in his name.

It isn't about money.
[whispering] I know.

[Matty talking
softly]

Matty loves you.

We can't let him become
a ward of the State.

[Matty makes
gunfire sounds]

[Matty humming]

[softly]
Thank you.

Hey, kiddo.

Come see me.

[chuckles]

You're gonna go stay
with Angie for a while.
Okay, kiddo?

Okay.

And you're gonna have
lots of fun.

And I know you're gonna be
a good boy, right?

Yes, mommy.

And as soon as
all this is over,

We'll be together again.

That's a promise, kiddo.

Okay?

I love you.

I love you, too.

[siren blaring]

[siren continues]

[inmates chattering]

Who's this?
Rich bitch
from Whidbey Island.

She ain't gonna make it.
What do you think--
a year?

Five cartons says
she offs herself
inside of six months.

Deal.
Get away from me.

Hey, take it easy.
We're you new best friends.

Heard you did your husband.
Probably deserved it.

Mine did.

[chattering, coughing]

[chattering, laughing]

[overlapping conversations]

[Libby]
I know what a pain it is
to get here.

I taught him how
to say the ABC's.
Is that true?

Sing it, Matty.
Go!
Yes.

Did you learn
the alphabet, sweetie?

Yeah.
Can you tell me?

♪ A, B, C, D
E, F, G ♪

♪ H, I , J, K... ♪
[laughing]

♪ L, M, N, O, P ♪

♪ Q, R, S
T, U, V ♪

♪ W, X
Y and Z ♪

♪ Now I know my ABC's ♪

♪ Next time won't you
Sing with me ♪

[phone line ringing]
Give it up.
Come on.

Get off the phone,
bitch. Jesus.
[ringing continues]

[weeping]

[weeping continues]

Whoa, you're low
on cigarettes.

If you want to make
any friends,

I advise you buy
another pack fast.

On account of
your personality,

it ain't the best
I've ever seen.

Hear you're tryin'
to reach your friend,
the one with your boy.

Yeah, I can't find 'em.
They disappeared.

Oh, hon, if you could
disappear that easy,

Believe you me,
I wouldn't be here
right now.

[chuckles]
Me either.

Think.
Use your head.

There's gotta be a way
to track 'em down.

[chattering,
laughing continue]

[receptionist] Small Frye
School, front office.
Shh! Shh!

Hello, this is
Angela Green calling.

[receptionist] Angie,
it's Jennifer. Good to hear
Yes, hi. How are you?

from you.
Yes, it's nice to
hear your voice.

Listen, I haven't gotten
a severance check in a while,

and I was hoping
I could verify with you...

that you have
my correct mailing address
and phone number.

[receptionist]
Sure, I'll check.
Can you hold on a sec?

Yes, of course. Thank you.

[chattering]

[receptionist] Yeah, I have
it right here.
Tell me if this is right.

3321, Mason street,
San Francisco...

94105.

The phone number
is 415--

[ringing]

[beeps]
Hello?

[Libby] Angie? Angie.
Libby? I-I've tried
to call you a thousand times.

Is Matty okay?
Where is he?
Yeah, he's fine.

Everything is fine.

What are you doing
in San Francisco?
Put him on the phone.

Hey, why are you
acting this way?
Because you disappeared,

and I haven't seen my son
in a month!

I-I was just about
to call you.
[Libby] Oh, bullshit!

How can you move
and not tell me, Angie?

We were coming
to see you next week.

Just put Matty
on the phone.

[sighs]

Matty?
It's mommy.
Come say hi.

Come here.
Here.

Hi, mommy.
Hello, sweetie pie.

How are you, Matty?

[laughs]
I think about you
all the time, honey.

I miss you so much.
Are you doing okay, kiddo?

I love you.

Listen, Matty.
I know that this
has been really hard,

but Angie is gonna bring you
up to see me next week, okay?

Yes, mommy.

Daddy!
Nick?

[mouthing]

Nick?

[prisoners' voices
echoing]

[shocked gasping]

[coins rattling]

[sighs]

[line beeping]

[hangs up]

[prisoners'
voices echoing]

He was in San Francisco
last night.

I have a phone number,
but it's already
been disconnected.

No, I don't--
I don't have
a forwarding address.

He's gone.
Well, don't you have
investigators?

Doesn't your company
want to get its
two million dollars back?

Why aren't you
listening to me?
I am innocent.

[prisoners yelling]
Yeah, you are.
Sure, you are.

Hurry up.

["We Wish You
A Merry Christmas"
over P.A.]

Put some elbow grease
behind that stirring.

Nobody wants to eat
any burnt tapioca.

Does it smell
like it's burning?

Oh, I swear you got
shit for brains, girl.

You're in prison.
Do you get that?

Nobody wants to listen
to anybody in prison,

so you can
just forget about
reopening your case,

or a jail-house appeal.
You got that?

They take years
and they're 95 percent
unsuccessful.

So, if you want
my advice--

No.
Well, you're gonna get it.

You do your time.
So what are you now,
a lawyer?

Once upon a time.

But they tend
to disbar murderers.

And here's your
Christmas present.
You ready?

Pay attention, because
this is best goddamn advice
you ever gonna get.

Ever hear of double jeopardy?
Fifth amendment
to the constitution?

Huh? No?
Well, double jeopardy
provides that,

"No person may be tried
for the same crime twice."
You got that?

Keep stirrin'.
The state says you already
killed your husband.

They can't convict you
of it a second time.

That means that
when you leave here,

You track him down,
and when you find him
you can kill him.

That's right.
You can walk right up to him
in Times Square,

put a gun to his head
and pull the fuckin' trigger,

and there's nothin'
anybody can do about it.

Kinda makes you feel
warm and tingly all over,
don't it?

That's right.
Keep stirrin'.

[grunting]

[exhales]

[thunderclap]

I gotta hand it to you, honey.
It's just sheer hate
driving you on.

Honey, the only way you're
gonna look like that

is if I staple the picture to
your forehead.

Just trust me, okay?

Matty's eighth
birthday, honey.
[inmates] Aw.

[everyone] Oh--
[inmate] Look at that.

[cheers, applause]

You know, Evelyn,
I read that even if a child

is separated from its mother
the day it's born,

it never forgets her voice.

Think that's true?

'Course I do.

"I feel like I've grown
these past six years."

"Grown"? Honey,
they don't want
to hear

that you've turned
into some kind
of tree, okay?

So just repeat after me,
"If I could trade places
with my husband, I would."

Ugh.
"If I could trade places
with my husband, I would."

That's good.
Now throw in a lot of
that born-again-Jesus stuff.

They like that.
Listen, listen, listen.

I want you to start
with this--

"I'm not sitting
in front of you today
to make excuses."

I'm not sitting
in front of you today
to try to make any excuses.

I killed my husband.

I've had to live
with that every day
for the past six years.

But I swear to you
that I'm a changed person.

Why should we believe you?

I don't think I can
ask you to believe me.

All I can really do
is believe in myself,

and know that if I were
given a chance, I could do
something good with my life.

Make up for the wrong I did.

[chattering,
car horns blowing]

[man]
That was cool.
Oh, mom-my!

Yeah!
Hey, hey. Talk to me.
[Laughs]

Oh, man,
did you see that?

[man talking,
indistinct]

[man continues]
...six years telling
each other stories...

About all the shit
that's been done to you.

A lot of shit's
been done to you.
I know that.

But let's imagine that
all those people that did
that shit showed up here.

The man's
across the hall.
Thanks.

Let's imagine that
they all showed up here
and apologized.

Would that
change the situation
you're in right now?

[speaking continues,
indistinct]

[man on TV] ... there's
the windup, and the pitch...
Come in.

Ball two.
[TV continues, indistinct]

[sighs]

I'm Elizabeth Parsons.
What do you have
in that box?

Elizabeth Parsons.

The State of Washington
has granted you
a conditional parole.

For the next three years,
you will observe all
the rules of this facility,

which means no fighting,
no fornicating,
no drinking, no drugs,

no exceptions,
no excuses.

Do you understand that?
Yes.

This is your
social security card.

You will find gainful
and sustained employment.

You are not
to carry a firearm
or a weapon of any kind,

especially a knife.

Curfew is at 8:30.

This is my cell phone number.
Do not lose it.

If you think there's
a chance you will be
even five minutes late,

you will call me,
I will have you picked up.

Do you understand that?
Good.

Any violation
of these conditions...

And your
"get out of jail free" card
will be revoked by me,

and you will return to prison
to serve the remainder of your
sentence and maybe then some.

Look right here.
[clicks, whirs]

[TV announcer continues,
indistinct]

[sighs, grunts]

Is this
a problem for you?

No.
Yes, it is. Do you want
to tell me about him?

No.

[scoffs]
No.

I'm gonna have trouble
with you, Parsons.

No, sir.
No, you're not.
I learned my lesson.

I just want to--
I'm not interested
in your goddamn contrition.

I'm interested
in your behavior.

Get out of here
and behave yourself.

You're in room eight
on the second floor.

[keys jingling]

[TV volume increases]

[door opens]

No, you're, uh--
[chuckles]

You're never gonna
get anywhere like that.

Here.
[tapping keyboard]

[beeps]

Hmm. Nice shampoo.

What are you looking for?
A friend I haven't seen
for a couple of years.

Someone said
I should try the Internet.

This a boy...
friend?

Girl.
Okay. Well, in that case,
I'll help you.

[chuckles]
Does your friend
have e-mail?

I have no idea.
Okay, come on.
Let's do some surfing.

So, what's
your friend's name?
Angela Green.

Uh, zip code?

Hmm. How about
a social security number?

That way we could run
a credit report, and it'll
give us her address.

Nope.
She was a school teacher.

Done deal.
[tapping keyboard]

[man]
And... Voila.
[beeps]

Now, maybe when this thing
has finished its searching,
we could go to this, uh,

this neat little bar
I know and, uh, you know,
have a little drink.

What do you say?
Yeah.

I just have to check in
with my parole officer first.

You've been to jail?
Actually, prison.
Jail is a different thing.

[laughing]
so, what did you do, not pay
your parking tickets?

Oh, no.
I was convicted
of murdering my husband.

[chuckling]
You're kidding, right?

No, I'm not.
Um, "Sliced and Diced,"
the paper called it.

Can you believe that?

You're not kidding?

No. I said I wasn't.
But it would be nice
to have a drink.

I haven't been out
in a long time.
[chuckles]

Ye--oh!

Oh, look, I just
remembered I have, um,

this appointment
with the--
See ya.

See ya. Sorry.

Oh. Book.
See ya.
[clears throat]

[computer beeps]

Oh, my God.
[sighs]

So he takes me out for dinner,
and he feeds me escargot.
Do you know what those are?

Yeah.
Snails. Snails, yuck.

But anyway, the moment
I go to bed with him,

the big asshole
dumps me.
Gee, man.

[woman]
Oh, for Christ's sake,
you nit-picking fuck!

[parole officer]
Ruby, do not insult me
by raising your voice.

I'm standing right here,
and I can hear you just fine.

[Ruby] All right. Sorry.
By the way, I don't like it
when you call me dirty names.

Please, Mr. Lehman,
don't do this to me.
I didn't do nothing!

[Lehman]
Where were you this afternoon?
I was at my job.

You were down on pike street
wearing lime-green hot pants
and fishnet stockings!

I was on my way to work!
At McDonald's?
In those clothes?

You haven't been
to work in a week!
Get your stuff.

Look, I-I'm sorry, man.
I won't do it again.

I will never do
that shit again.
I promise that.

You blew off your parole.
You're going back.
It's that simple.

[women sigh, groan]

You fuck!
You fuckin' cocksucker!

You got
a dirty mouth, Ruby!
I want one chance!

I just want one chance!

Goddamn you,
motherfucker!

You son of a bitch.
You mean fucker.

You send me back there
it'll kill me,
you mean son of a bitch!

[guard] Come on.
Fuck you!
Fucking asshole!

[all murmuring]
Show's over.
Go to sleep!

You think I'm
a mean son of a bitch?

I think you could have
given her a second chance.

There are no second chances
in this house, baby.
This is the last chance house.

You try to understand that.
[woman]
yeah. Yeah, we got it.

What the hell is wrong
with that guy?

What I heard,
the man used to be some
college whatchamacallit.

Law teacher or something?
Yeah, that's right.
That's right.

You're kidding.
How does a law professor
end up someplace like this?

'Cause life's a bitch.
Bitch, my ass.

He got a D.U.I.
And totaled his car.

I heard he totaled
his wife and his daughter
in that accident.

Girl, you're
talkin' shit.
Nobody got killed.

But by the time his wife
got done with him, I bet
he wished he was dead.

Took everything he had.
Including the kid.

Hasn't seen his girl
in years.

Libby, it's wrong of you
to be here.

It's very wrong.
I'm sorry to bother you,
but you're my only hope.

Sharon? No, you put
that down, please.

Libby, I'm sorry.
I can't.

I want to find my son!

Matty's had
six years with Angie.

I mean, think about it,
Libby--six years.

Oh, Benjamin,
that's a great sand castle.

If you come back
into his life right now,

it's just gonna cause
more disruption and pain.

Just think about it,
Libby, please?
Think about it.

I just want to see him,
Rebecca.

[sighs]
Can you give me an address
for Angie, so I can see him?

Look, I'm sorry.
I really am sorry.

Lauren?
Come on, get down,
please. That's it.

[footsteps]

[dog barking]

[barking continues]

[knocking]

Where's Parsons?

[sighs]
I don't know. Not here.

[sighs, grunts]
[file cabinet rattling]

[vehicle pulling up]

[gasps]

[officer]
Probably just a raccoon.

[cabinet, keys
rattling]

[panting]

[voices, indistinct]
[police radio chatter]

[officer]
Check up the stairs.

[doorknob rattling]

Cutter! Up here!

Shit!

[grunts]
I got her.

There she is.

[panting]

[grunts]

[both screaming]

Shit!
[grunting]

Ohh!

[Libby screams,
grunts]

Jesus Christ, Libby,
what are you doing here?

[lock turns,
door opens]

[door squeaking]

Did you have a nice day
at the beach?

[buoy bell clanging]

You piss me off,
Parsons.

Angela Green--
that's the woman that's
got your kid, right?

Can we not talk,
please, Lehman?

Okay.
All right.

So why'd she skip town?
She just skipped town.

Yeah, with your husband,
who isn't dead...

'cause you didn't
kill him?
[chuckles]

Bullshit.
Okay,
I killed my husband.

I chopped him up
into little bits,
and dumped him in the Pacific.

Are you satisfied?
No. No.

You were a hell of a lot
closer to your kid three days
ago than you are today.

All you had to do
was wait three years.
That's all.

You fucking idiot.

You cannot know
what it is like to sit
in prison for six years

and think of nothing else
in the world but your son.

Did I make the right choice?
You ask the wrong question,
Lehman.

I didn't have a choice.
Fuck your curfew!

Who's that? Your daughter?

Is that a problem
for you, Lehman?

I'm going up top.

Don't go anywhere.

[horn blows]

[people chatting]

[chatter continues]

[woman]
Janey, honey,
read your book.

[engine starts]

[tires squealing]

Oh! Shit!

[tires squealing]
[chattering]

[people chattering,
laughing]

[tires screeching]

[groans]

[gasps]

[grunting]

[screams]

[screeching]

Oh, my God!
[chattering]

[alarm sounding]

[alarm bell ringing]

[grunting, gasping]

[both gasping]

[cries out]

[screams]
[groans]

[panting, gasping]

[gasping]

I got him!
Grab a hold for me.

[man]
O2 ready.

[man]
Is he all right?
I guess he's all right.

[Karl]
Did you voluntarily
give her the gun?

Come on, Karl.
What do you think?
Hey! Hey.

Sorry.
Were you drinking?

No, I wasn't drinking.
It's been known
to happen.

Do you have any idea
where she's gone?
No.

All right.
Well, that's about all,
then, isn't it?

All what?

There'll be
an investigation into
your actions today.

I wouldn't hold my breath
about the prospect
of keeping your job.

Karl, give me a break.
Goddamn.

Thanks a lot.

[digging]

[woman]
Sent your father
off to the V.F.W.

He'll be playing gin
for hours.

Some things never change.
Oh!

He's not as bad
as he used to be,
you know.

I'm glad for you, mama.

I always said
there was good money
in tomatoes.

[laughs]

So. You're in the market
for a BMW?

Yeah. Who isn't?
Well, they're the best.

I decided it was finally
time to trade up.

Right.

So why don't you
check my credit and see
if I can finance this.

Great. Let me have
your social security number,

and I'll get the ball
rolling.

20, Oriole Terrace,
Evergreen, Colorado.

Is that your
current address?

20, Oriole Terrace,
Evergreen, Colorado?
Sure is.

Didn't you say your name
was Angela Green?
'Cause this says Ryder.

Oh, no. I said Ryder.
Angela Ryder.
What about the car?

Here. Fill this out
and come back to me.

How's tricks, Orbe?

No way.

No way, no way.
I've been clean, Mr. Travis.

Oh, I know.
I believe you. I do.

What I need is a search
on a lady named Angela Green.

I've got her
social security number here.
I'd like you to--

Please. You know I'm
not allowed to give out
personal information.

Oh, I'm so--
I shouldn't have asked
you that. I'm sorry.

Uh-huh.

Speaking of giving out
personal information,
does your employer know...

You used to perform
the art of fellatio
for a living,

went to prison for it,
and now you're out on parole?
Okay. Okay. Shut up.

You're required by law
to tell him.
All right. Okay.

[sighs]

You're looking good, Orbe.

I know.

[doorbell rings]

[hammer clicks]

[woman]
Honey, can you get that?

Hi.

[woman]
Who is it, Sam?
Uh, some lady.

May I help you?

I'm looking for
my friend, Angela Ryder.

I thought
this was her address.

I've never heard of her.

But we've just moved in.
Maybe you should check
with the woman next door.

She's been here 40 years.

[Libby] Excuse me.

Dearie, whatever you're
selling, I've already got
two of them.

I'm just looking
for my friend, Angela Ryder.

She used to live
next door.

Oh, I--
I'm sorry to be
the one to tell you,

but Angie died
in the accident.

I-it was three
or four years ago.

It was one of those
awful things. The--

The, uh, stove,
the gas stove
in their house was leaking.

The explosion knocked out
some of my windows,

and, uh--
what about the boy?

Matty?
He's such a dear child.

No, he and Simon
weren't there
when it happened.

Poor Simon.

I've never seen anyone
so... grief stricken.

Oh, I'm sure.

[indistinct announcements
over P.A.]

[whirring, clicking]

Help me out, kiddo.

It would really help
if you could remember

what kind of car
she was driving.

Well, it was
an old truck.
Yeah?

It's, um--
I don't know what year
or make or anything.

Well, what color
was it?

Kandinsky?
It's a bit out
of our reach, I'm afraid.

I have a few Picasso
and Chagall lithographs.

Mm, no.
It-it's Kandinsky

that I'm particularly
interested in, especially
his Blue Rider period.

I love that.

Uh, well, uh--

Let's check Art Scan.

Kandinskys don't become
available too often,
I'm afraid.

Here's a lovely little Miro.

It's quite reasonable.
It really needs
to be Kandinsky.

Kandinsky... Yes.

Ah! Here is a lovely
1922 Kandinsky lithograph.

It's not quite the--
The 1911 is all
that interests me.

1911...

Stop. There. Yes.
Yes, that's it.

I'm afraid we've missed that.
It was sold to a museum
in Munich six months ago.

Do you think you
could find who sold it?
Perhaps they have more.

Well, uh, why, yes.
Yes, let's see.

[bell dings]

If you'll excuse me
a moment.

Yes, sir.
Can I help you?

Yes. My name
is Travis Lehman.

[continues, muffled]

[Travis continues speaking,
indistinct]

[Travis]
Actually, I'm looking
for a young lady.

[beeps]

[tires squealing]

[all clamoring]

[tires screeching,
horns honking]

She seemed so refined.

I would really like to know
what that woman wanted
in your gallery.

[panting]

[men singing a capella]
♪ Amazing grace ♪

♪ How sweet ♪

♪ The sound ♪

♪ That saved ♪

♪ A wretch ♪

♪ Like me ♪

Can I help you?

I'm looking
for Jonathan Devereaux.

Mr. Devereaux is out
right now. He'll be back
tonight for the party.

Well, is Matty here?

I don't believe
I know you, ma'am.

Maybe you'd like
to leave a message.

[people chattering]

[man]
It's certainly a pleasure
having you stay with us...

Here at the Monteleone,
Mrs. Kritch.
[woman] Thank you.

My suite has a view?
Your room has a
lovely view, Mrs. Kritch.

And I need a masseuse.
I'll send Jerome
right up.

Bruce?

1420--
Mrs. Kritch.

Hello.

I'm sorry.
Are you... lost?

No. Actually, I'm found.
I just had an hour
with Jerome.

Oh. Jerome.
I've heard that he
is marvelous.

He's fabulous.

I haven't felt this
good since my husband died.

So, I've got something
for tonight, but I think
I need Armani.

Yes. Very good, Mrs.?

Kritch. Suite 1420.

Of course.

I'll be charging it
to my room.

[beeps]
Hmm. Now, Mrs. Kritch,

I would say that you
are a size... four?

A two.
Of course.

[man]
There's a guy
waiting for you.

Did you catch that thing?

What did you use
for bait?

I caught that big
bucket-mouth
son of a bitch

off an old rebel lure
my daddy left me.

'Course there's buzz bombs,
poppers, jigs--

all kinds of things work
back in these waters.

I'm Jim Mangold.

Travis Lehman, Washington
Department of Corrections.

What can I do for you?

Who's this?
That's somebody
I'm looking for.

Pretty girl.
Oh, yeah.

She's very pretty,
for a convicted murderer.
[chuckles]

She jumped parole on me.

Mr. Lehman, I'd love
to be able to help you, sir.

No, I don't want you guys
to go to any trouble.
I can handle matters.

I just came down
as a professional courtesy,

since she's in New Orleans,
and came here to kill one
of your prominent citizens.

And just how is she
planning on doing that?
I don't know.

She'll probably use
the .38 special
she stole from me.

Roy Lee!

Get these in the works now.

She looks lovely.
Invitation, please.

Enjoy your evening.

Good evening.
Thank you.

[host] Invitations, please.
Yes, I need to see
your invitation.

Enjoy your evening.

Your invitation?

Good evening.
What a remarkable wrap.

Where on earth
did you find that?

The First Lady asked me
the same thing when we
stayed at the White House,

And I wouldn't
tell her either.

Your invitation, sir?
I got it right here.

Enjoy your evening.
Good evening, miss.
Good evening.

[mid-tempo jazz music playing]

♪ Mention of work
Makes you go berserk ♪

[singing and
music continues]

[song ends]
[applause]

Good evening,
mesdames and messieurs.
[crowd] Good evening!

We're delighted to witness
this evening

on this very special occasion
and, as is the custom
in New Orleans,

since even before the war
of Northern Aggression,

[applause, groans]

We offer the ladies
of this fair city
our first bachelor

to be put up
on the auction block,
our host, Jonathan Devereaux.

[applause, cheers]

[announcer] Where is that man?
Where is that man?

Hey, Jonathan.
Thank you, Louis.

You all having a good time?

Now then, ladies,
what you see before you

is a moderately presentable
man in his 30's,

Given to unhealthy thoughts
and a dissipated lifestyle
[ladies laugh]

With,
and this is what's gonna
cost you the really big money,

[murmuring, laughing]

Absolutely no
redeeming moral virtue.

[laughter, applause]

Five hundred.

Dear woman, my cuff links
cost more than that.

Do I hear a thousand?

A thousand.
Thank you.

Mmm!
Two thousand.

All right, now, did I just
hear the voice of the charming
Miss Monroe?

'Cause I was just starting
to worry, beginning
to think you didn't care.

[Libby]
Twenty-five hundred.

Twenty-five hundred.
We have a new bidder.

Twenty-five hundred.

Three thousand.

Five thousand.
[man] Oh!

Fifty-five hundred.

[hooting, murmuring]

We have fifty-five hundred.
Will, uh--

Will the lady take us to six?

Ten thousand dollars.

[crowd exclaims]

Well, see, at last,
someone who knows
my true value.

Now, Miss Monroe,
I believe the bid...

is to you at $10,500.

Well, you can have him, honey.

Believe me,
he ain't worth that much.

I know from
personal experience.

[groans, laughter]
Yeah. Thank you, honey.

All right, going once.

Going twice.

Sold to the woman
in the back.

Ten thousand dollars.

Would you like
to come forward and claim
your prize, young lady?

Hello, Nick.

Well, aren't you
gonna give me a kiss?

I think I've earned it.

[crowd murmuring,
booing]

[applause, cheers]

And now--
I'll make this real
easy for you, Nick.

I'll make you an offer
you can't refuse.

You used to love
a good deal,
didn't you?

Can we just take this
someplace private?
I don't think so.

I remember what happened
the last time we were alone.

I don't believe we've met.
I'm Suzanne Monroe.
[sighs]

I'm Libby.
I'm his wife.

Well, Jonathan!

A minute ago a bachelor,
and now you're married.

You don't waste any time.

You been
in New Orleans long?
She's, uh--

I'm just
passing through town
to pick up my child.

I'll be leaving very soon.
How nice.

We're finally putting
the past behind us
and moving on...

With our lives,
aren't we, Jonathan?

Sure.

I do have
one question, though.

How long were Angie and you
fucking before you decided
to get rid of me?

[clears throat]

Would you excuse us, please?

Oh, yeah, sure.
Go ahead.

Where is he, Nick?
Libby. Libby--

You destroyed my life,
and I will destroy yours

unless you give me Matty.

That's all I want.

Listen. Let me
explain something to you.

You have
to understand something.
We were going under.

We were gonna lose everything.

If I'd had any guts,
I would have killed myself,

but I was trying
to protect you.

That's why I got
the life insurance.

So I would be out
of the picture

and you and Matty
would be okay.

And I just never believed
they would convict you.

They did, Nick.

And the thing with Angie
happened later.

It was just--
it was a nightmare.

And the worst part of it
was being away from you.

So is that why
you killed her?

That was an accident.

Nice try, Nick.
I'm not buying.

It's bullshit.
I will swear
on the life of our son.

Oh, don't you
fucking dare.

You can keep your hotel,
your fancy accent
and your new name.

Just give me Matty.
I understand.

No. Now.
Give him to me now.

Libby, it's
the middle of the night.
I can't just walk away.

Do you think I'm stupid?
I don't think you're stupid.

I won't let you
slip away once again.

It's too far to
Matty's school.

You've got to be patient.
I've been patient
for six years.

[announcer in the background]
Do I hear 2,000?
I want my child.

Ah! Thank you.
You're a beautiful woman.

I'll call you
tomorrow, Nick.
No screwing around.

Going twice.
Okay, 2,000...

[announcer]
For the lady in red.

Excuse me. Do you know
where Mr. Devereaux is?

He's at the bar, sir.
Over here?

Yes, sir.
Thank you.

You ready to spend
some more money?
Who's gonna start us off?

[people applauding]

I'm sorry.
Oh, thank you, Marcel.

Can I offer you
a drink?
Oh, no thanks.

Wait a second.
Let me guess.

I take you
for scotch and soda.

Well, I'll have
a diet coke, please.

Well, all right,
but I bet you used to drink
and now you're on the wagon.

Ten dollars says I'm right.
You sure you've never
seen this woman before?

No, I'm positive.
Okay.

Let me get it straight.
She believes that I am
her husband--

Oh, yeah.
Whom she killed.

Yes, sir.

That's-that's pretty
far-fetched.

Far-fetched or not,
she is in New Orleans,

She does have a gun
and she is looking for you.

Well, thank you. I'll alert
our security people.
You do that.

[Cajun music playing]

[music continues]

Cops have been
passing these out.

No reward. Screw 'em.

You're gonna be posted
in every hotel in town.

So much for
a good night's sleep.

Take this.
Get out of here.

Thanks a lot.

[Dixieland music playing]

Let's go, Lehman.
We spotted your girl.

[bells clanging]

[thunder clapping]
[horse whinnies]

[Cajun music playing]

Where'd she go, Dilbert?

Hey!

[Dixieland music playing]

Hey!

[country-rock playing]
Hey!

[blues music playing]

[rock and roll music playing]

Hey!

Hey!

I'm sorry.

What do you think
you're doing?

I'm very sorry, ma'am.

I thought you were
somebody else. It was
a case of mistaken identity.

Have a good evening.
I take it that ain't her.

[Nick]
Mr. Lehman.
[chuckles]

Come in.

Thank you.
May I offer you
a Cuban cigar?

Oh, no thanks.

As you can see,
I'm alive and kicking.

[chuckling]
Yeah.

So what can I do for you
this morning?

We spotted the Parsons woman
in the quarter last night.

She got away.
I just came by to find out
if you'd heard from her.

Not a peep.
Do you have any idea

why she's fixated
her lunacy on you?

Well, the world's
full of crazy people,
am I right?

[laughing]
Oh, yes, you are right.

Truer words
were never spoken.

Those are nice pictures there.

Did your kids do them?

Uh, no.

Those pictures are
by a very great artist
named Kandinsky.

Oh.

But why do I think
you already knew that?

[telephone rings]

Excuse me for a second.

Yes?

This is a business call.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I hope you'll excuse me.
You let yourself out
that back door.

It leads down to the kitchen.

Get the chef to fix you a
fabulous
New Orleans breakfast.

Thanks.
I recommend
the Eggs St. Jacques.

Oh, boy. That sounds good.
Mm-hmm.
I have your card.

Okay.

Morning, darlin'.
I hope you had a nice night.

I want you to bring Matty
to Lafayette Cemetery
number three.

A cemetery?
That's an odd choice
for a reunion.

It's a big tourist place,
- Nick.
- Lot of people around.

You're a smart girl.
I can have him there by 4:00.

[jazz band playing
"St. James Infirmary"]

Where's Matty?

Relax. He's--
he was nervous.

So I just told him
he could go play inside.

There he is.

Matty?
Come over here, son.

Oh, geez. Matty--

Okay, I'll get him
for you.
No! No.

That's something
I want to do.

Matty?

Matty?

Hey, kiddo.

Hey, Matty!

["St. James Infirmary"
continues playing]

Matty?

[stammers]
Matty, it's mommy.

[gasps, groans]

[Mangold]
Mr. Lehman, you're gonna
have to learn to relax, son.

What have you got
your panties in such
a twist about, anyhow?

[sighs]

You ever arrest anybody
you thought
was innocent, Mangold?

Nope.

[beeping]
[sighs]

'Course there's
no information
on Jonathan Devereaux

that's over
three years old.

Three years ago
the guy didn't exist.
So he changed his name.

Lots of folks
change their names, Lehman.

That don't make 'em
criminals.
Yeah, but I'm betting

he changed it from
Simon Ryder,

and before that, Nick Parsons.

But you can't prove it.
No.

[Playing
"Red River Valley,"
dixieland style]

[chatting indistinctly]

Hey!
Is that long distance?

Bill me.

Lucy, hi.
This is Travis. Listen.

I want you to get the D.M.V.
to fax me a Washington
driver's license

photograph of one
Nicholas Parsons.

I'm at the New Orleans
Police Department.

Travis, you better talk
to Mr. Carruthers.
Travis!

His colon is twisted
in a knot.
Give me that.

I've had to cover
your office for you, Travis.

Where the hell
are you?
Listen to me, Karl.

I think maybe
this Parsons woman
has been telling the truth.

You're not
a law professor
anymore, Travis.

You're barely even
a parole officer.

So stop playing
Mission Impossible and--
All I need

is a D.M.V.
Driver's license photograph
of Nicolas Parsons.

You get back here today,

because tomorrow,
you're going in front
of the commission.

Karl, I know I'm right.

You give me a chance, okay?

Now, I'm asking you politely.

You send me
the goddamn picture!

[Libby groans,
flicks cigarette lighter]

[sniffs]

[gasps]

[panting]

[whimpering]

[continues whimpering]

[moans]

[pounding, moaning]

[gunshot]

[groans]

Hey!

[pounding]
Hey!

[printer humming]

It's not him.
See, Lehman, the thing is,
every now and again,

we all want to believe
in something.

But we just keep forgetting
that 99.9 percent
of the time,

life just flat
don't work out.

I hadn't thought
of that, Mangold.

Thanks.
I feel a lot better now.

Any time, hoss. Any time.

Hold it.
Hold it right here.

It's over, Libby.

[sobbing]
Oh, Travis.

Messages.

Thank you.

[Travis]
Mr. Devereaux?

Mr. Lehman.

I'm sorry.
This is really not
a good time.

I understand.

You know a lot of people
feel that way about me.
But I have good news.

Mm-hmm?

Won't take long.

Well?
Well...

Turns out I owe you
an apology, Mr. Devereaux.

After our last conversation
I started thinking...

Maybe that Parsons woman
is telling the truth about
who you used to be.

[chuckles]
So I asked the

Washington State Department
of Motor Vehicles

to send me a driver's license
photograph
of Nicholas Parsons.

And?
And this is what came up.

[laughing]

Well...

We all make mistakes.
There's no harm done.

Then I thought about it
some more, and it occurred
to me what a common name

Nicolas Parsons is.

You know, it turns out
there were six.

And this

was number three.

I never liked that picture.

So, Mr. Lehman,
you came here
to make a deal

otherwise, I guess
you would have gone
straight to the police.

So, question is,
what's your price?
A million dollars.

[laughs]
It's a nice round figure, right?

Uh...

All right. But you're
gonna have to give me
a couple of days.

No way.
One million dollars,
right now.

Mr. Lehman,
it's 9:00 at night.
I can't just--

[snaps fingers]

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute. Wait.

I have $100,000
in the safe here.

And you can have that now.

I'll get you the rest
tomorrow.

You got a deal.

We do have one other problem,
and that's Mrs. Parsons.

She could still make
a lot of trouble for us,
even from prison,

And I really don't need that.

Well, I think I've solved
that problem.

What do you mean?

Let's just say the problem
has been buried.

Really?

She's gone, I promise you.

You're not very good
at keeping promises, Nick.

You gonna do something?

What are you
talking to me for?
She's the one with the gun.

They're tough
in Louisiana, Libby.

You shoot me,
they'll give you
the gas chamber.

No, they won't.

It's called double jeopardy.
I learned a few things
in prison, Nick.

I could shoot you
in the middle of Mardi Gras
and they can't touch me.

As an ex-law professor,
I can assure you
she is right.

Where's my son?

In St. Albans School
in Georgia, all right?

You have your son back.
You got what you want.

I haven't felt that good
in six years.

I don't want
to kill you, Nick.

I just want you to suffer
like I suffered.

[Travis]
What she means, Nick, is,
you're going to prison...

for murder.

Who did I
supposedly murder?

Me.

All you've got
is an old fax photo.
Which supplies the motive.

Your wife,
whom you had framed,
tracks you down,

and to keep her
from exposing you,
you kill her.

You won't
get away with it.
[tape rewinding]

[Nick's voice on tape]
Well, I think I've
solved that problem.

[Travis] What do you mean?
[Nick] Let's just say
the problem has been buried.

[Travis] Really?
[Nick] She's gone,
I promise you.

[clicks off]

Taped confessions
are very persuasive
in court, Nick,

and of course there is

the physical evidence
that we're gonna put
in the trunk of your car.

A shovel, hair,
my fingerprints,
a little blood.

Don't forget the gasoline.

It'll look like you burned
and buried my body,

just like you say
on the tape.

The prosecution rests.
You better get out of here.

Nobody wants a dead woman
walking around when
the police

are trying to arrest a guy
for her murder.

Wait a minute.
I'll take that gun.

[screams]

[groans]

[groaning]

[gunshot]

Well, Lehman,
you gonna live?

[Mangold laughing]
I doubt it.

Ms. Parsons, since you are
still legally his wife,

I expect you just
inherited yourself a right
fine little hotel here.

Not interested.

[groans]

I guess I'm gonna
take off now.

No. No, you're not.
You're a parole violator.
You're in my c-custody.

You're going with me
to Seattle,

where I will demand
a full pardon and a parade...

and a little pink poodle...

On a key chain.

[laughing]

[boys shouting]
Come on, Ryan,
pass it!

[whistle blows]

What are you waiting for?

Go on.

I don't know if I've
ever been so scared
in my whole life.

I think a big part of me
never thought I'd
really find him.

What if he doesn't
recognize me?

I mean, maybe after
all this time--
Damn, woman!

Because of you, I have lost
a perfectly good used car,
and a not-so-good job.

If you don't go to this kid
right now, I'm gonna have you
arrested...

for stupidity.

Go on.

Thanks, Lehman.

You saved my life.

You saved mine too.

Coach Matthews.
How you doing?
Nice to meet you.

It'll be halftime soon.

[whistle blows]
[Matthews]
Halftime!

Matty.

Matty.

Hi.

Do you know who I am?

They told me
you were dead.

No, sweetheart.

[chuckling]