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LIBBY: I'm getting
pretty hungry.

I hope we catch
some fish soon.

MATTY: Me, too.

LIBBY: Okay,
help me wind.MATTY: Wind back?

LIBBY: Can you turn
this one? Slowly.MATTY: I'm trying to do it.

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?Mmm-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.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

Enjoy.Thank you so much.

WOMAN: Gentlemen.

[CHILDREN CHATTERING]

Nick. Um...
We need to talk.

Always happy to
talk to you, Rudy.
Hey, Warren.

Huh...Did you get that notice
from First Seattle today?

Yeah. Yeah, as a matter
of fact, I did.

Good. Then you know.

Hmm.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! Oh, you
sack of potatoes.

Have you been
carrying him around
the whole party?

Yeah.We're never gonna
marry you off, Angie.

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.

[CLAPPING][INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hey, 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.

MAN: Ooh!What, you didn't
think I saw you?

[ALL LAUGHING]

Oh, he's insufferable.I know it.

...raise a vast sum of money
for the Small Frye school.
All right?

So, while you are reaching
for your checkbooks,

it gives me great
pleasure to introduce
Mrs. Rebecca Tingely,

our totally ravishing
and completely
adorable Headmistress.

[ALL APPLAUDING]

[MAN WHISTLES]

Mr. Parsons, thank you.
[CHUCKLES]

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

a few members of
my valuable staff
to you today.

[GASPS]Oh, God.

I give you our
dedicated teacher and
Head of Admissions,

Miss Angela Green.

Yay...[ALL APPLAUDING]

Me!

What are you thinking about?

Was I always as rude
as I am now?[CHUCKLES] Absolutely.

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 them.

Okay, now, stand up.

Keep them closed.

[HUMMING]

Now, Libby, what is
your favorite thing?

Me?Not even close.

All right, open.

NICK: I heard Sean Gittman
was looking to sell it.

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?Mmm-hmm.

[LAUGHS]

LIBBY: Honey,
we can't afford that.

NICK: 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.

Hmm?You hate to sail.

I can learn.

[LAUGHS]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.

[LIBBY MOANING SOFTLY]

[LIBBY CHUCKLES]

[NICK MOANS]

[BOTH MOANING]

[CHUCKLES]

We should do this
more often.

[EXHALES]

What do you mean?
Buy expensive sailboats?

If this is what happens,
I'll buy you another
one tomorrow.

[CHUCKLES]

No, go away,
just the two of us,
with nobody else around.

I'll drink to that.

[DOOR OPENS]

Nick?

Nick?

Oh, my God. Nick![DOOR SHUTS]

LIBBY: Nick?

[GASPS]

Nick?

Oh, my God.

[WHIMPERING]

Nick?

[GROANS]

Nick!

Nick!

[SOBBING]

Nick! Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

[HORN BLARING]Nick?

MAN: Morning Star,
this is the Coast Guard.

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

I don't... I don't know...

[STAMMERING] I don't know
where my husband is!

REPORTER: ...an around
the-clock search for
local businessman,

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

[MOTORBOATS WHIRRING]

All right, tie it off.

TOM: Hey, Cutter.

Hey, Tom.
What have you
got for me?

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

Anything?No.

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

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

The raft and life preservers
are all on board.

These guys, they tracked
the wind, currents...

Uh... There's nothing.

The water temperature
overnight was 51 degrees.

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

[PANTING HEAVILY]

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

Put your head down.
Yeah, that's it.
That's it.

Deep breaths.
Big breaths.

Easy.

[CRYING]Shh...

Mommy, look!

Hey, kiddo.

Hey, Bobby.

Hey, Libby.

Um... Well,
Cutter, he, uh...

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

Not as an attorney,
just as a friend.

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

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

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.

And I'm here to advise you.[SCOFFS]

Make no statements
whatsoever to the sheriff.

CUTTER: I'm sorry, Libby.

LIBBY: Cutter!

Not in front of
my kid, okay?

[DOOR OPENING]

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

Can Angie keep
looking after Matty?

Good. Okay... [SIGHS]

Let's, uh, 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 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.

Huh.

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 ever
happened to him,
we'd be okay.

I'm just afraid the jury
may feel there's
a big difference

between "okay"
and $2 million.

They may see it as a motive.

Is that what they're
saying out there?

No, no, no one
is saying that.

I don't think we have
to be concerned about...

That I killed
Nick for money?

[SCOFFS]

I mean, 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 little
problems disappear

behind a corporate shield,
leaving you with $2 million.

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'smarine
band radio when you had
a chance to inspect it?

The handset cord
had been cut.

And as you initially
approached the sail boat,

what did you see?

Mrs. Parsons was
holding a knife.

I show you State's
exhibit, number four.

NICK: Uh... Mayday. Mayday.
This is theMorning Star.

OPERATOR:
State your emergency,
Morning Star.

NICK: I've been stabbed.

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

My name's, uh,
Nicholas Parsons.

OPERATOR:
State your position.NICK: I don't know, man.

Uh, three miles northwest
of Whidbey Island, I guess.

[SOBBING]
Oh, God! Oh, God!

PROSECUTOR:
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, uh, 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...

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 to death.

BOBBY: Objection. Please.
Is Miss Halliwell
questioning the witness,

or making a closing argument?

Withdrawn.

I didn't kill my husband!

[SOBBING]
I love my husband.

Bobby, I did not
kill my husband!

You have to believe me.

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.

LIBBY: Money
won't be a problem

because there's
the $2 million from
the life insurance,

and it's going into
a trust fund in his name.

It isn't about money.

I know.

Matty loves you.

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

[CONTINUES HUMMING]

Thank you.

Hey, kiddo.

Come see me.

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?

MATTY: 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.

[SIRENS WAILING]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

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 your new
best friends.

Heard you did your husband.
Probably deserved it.

Mine did.

[WOMAN COUGHING]

[LAUGHING][INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

LIBBY: I know what a pain
it is to get here.

I taught him
how to say the ABCs.

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,
L, M, N, O, P

♪ Q, R, S, T, U, V

♪ W, X, Y and Z

♪ Now I know my ABCs

♪ Next time won't you
sing with me? ♪

[PHONE RINGING]

Give it up. Come on.

Get off the phone, bitch.
Jesus.

[SOBBING]

[LIBBY SNIFFLING]

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 trying to
reach your friend,
the one with your boy.

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

Oh, hon...

If you could
disappear that easy,

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

[SCOFFS] Me, either.

Think. Use your head.

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

WOMAN: Small Frye School,
front office.[SHUSHING]

Hello, this is
Angela Green calling.

Angie, it's Jennifer.Yes, hi. How are you?

It's good to hear 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.

Sure, I'll check. Uh...
Can you hold on a sec?

Yes, of course.
Thank you.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

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

3321 Mason Street,

San Francisco, 94105.

The phone number is 415...

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?LIBBY: Angie? Angie.

Libby? 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 was just about to call you. 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.

Oh, how are you, Matty?

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?

MATTY: Yes, Mommy.

Daddy!

Nick?

[MOUTHING] It's Libby.

Nick?

[PHONE SLAMS]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

[PHONE BEEPING]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS
CONTINUE]

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
$2 million back?

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

Yeah, you are.
Sure, you are.

[SLAMS PHONE]We're all innocent.

Hey, I hear you.

[CHRISTMAS MUSIC PLAYING]WOMAN: You stacked too high.

Yeah, bring both
those carts over here.

Put some elbow grease
behind that stirring.

Nobody wants to eat
any burned 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 jailhouse appeal.
You got that?

They take years
and they're 95%
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, 'cause
this is the best goddamn
advice you ever gonna get.

You ever hear of something
called 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 stirring.

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 fucking trigger,

and there's nothing
anybody can do about it.

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

That's right. Keep stirring.

[GRUNTING]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

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.

WOMAN: Aw, look at this.

ALL: Aw.[CHUCKLING]

[ALL CHEERING]

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 you just
repeat after me,

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

Oh. "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.No, listen, listen, listen.

I want you to
start with this,

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

LIBBY: 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.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

MAN: That was cool.
Oh, Mommy!

Yeah!Hey, hey. Talk to me.

Oh, man,
did you see that?

MAN: ...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?

[KNOCKING]

BASEBALL COMMENTATOR:
There's the windup...Come in.

Ball two.

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.

[CAMERA CLICKS]

Is this a problem for you?No.

Yes, it is.
Do you want to
tell me about him?

No.

No.

I'm gonna have trouble
with you, Parsons.

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

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.

No, you're never gonna
get anywhere like that.

Here.

Hmm. Nice shampoo.

Now, uh, what
are you looking for?

A friend I haven't seen
for a couple of years.

Someone said I should
try the Internet.

This, uh, a boyfriend?Girl.

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

Does your friend
have email?

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

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

Uh, zip code?

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 schoolteacher.

Done deal.

And... Voila.

Now, uh, maybe when
this thing has
finished its searching,

we could go to this
neat little bar I know

and, 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.

[CHUCKLES]

So, what did you do,
not pay your parking tickets?

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

[LAUGHS]
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.

Oh!

Oh, look, I just
remembered I have, um, this
appointment with the...

See you.See you. Sorry.

Oh. Book. See you.
[CLEARS THROAT]

Oh, my God.

WOMAN: 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.Jeez, man.

RUBY: Oh, for Christ's sake,
you nitpicking fuck!

TRAVIS: Ruby,
do not insult me by
raising your voice.

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

RUBY: Okay.
All right. I'm sorry.

TRAVIS: I don't
like it when you
call me dirty names.

RUBY: Please, Mr. Lehman,
don't do this to me, man,
okay? I didn't do nothing!

TRAVIS: Where were you
this afternoon, Ruby?RUBY: 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, man!

At McDonald's?
In those clothes?

Yes, that's right.You haven't been
to work in a week!

TRAVIS: Get your stuff.

RUBY: Look, 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.

[INDISTINCT MUTTERING]

You fuck.
You fucking
cocksucker!

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

I just want one chance!

God damn 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!

POLICEMAN: Come on.RUBY: Fuck you!
Fucking asshole!

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 some place like this?

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

He got a DUI
and totaled his car.

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

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

But by the time his wife
got done with him,

I bet he wished she was dead.

Took everything he had.
Including the kid.

Hasn't seen
his girl in years.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

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

Rebecca, 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.

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.

[DOG BARKING]

[GLASS SHATTERS]

Where's Parsons?[SIGHS] I don't know.
Not here.

[EXHALES][RATTLING]

[CAR APPROACHES]

MAN: Probably
just a raccoon.

[DOOR OPENS]

MAN: Check upstairs.

[DOOR RATTLING]

MAN: Cutter! Up here!

Shit!

[GRUNTS]

I got her.

[GRUNTS]

[PANTING]

[ENGINE ROARING]

There she is.

[ENGINE ROARS]

[POLICE OFFICERS SCREAMING]

MAN: Shit!

[GROANS]

[GRUNTING]

[STRUGGLING]

Jesus Christ, Libby,
what are you doing here?

[DOOR OPENS]

Did you have a nice
day at the beach?

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 I dumped him
piece by piece
into 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.

[BELL RINGING]

Don't go anywhere.

[HORN BLARING]

MAN: I told you,
no, sit down!

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

MAN: Oh, that's nice.

WOMAN: Janey, honey,
read your book.

[CAR STARTING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[YELPS]

Shit!

[THUDDING]

[GRUNTING][BRAKES SCREECHING]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

[GASPS]

[GLASS SHATTERS][SCREAMS]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Oh, my God!

[ALL EXCLAIMING]

[ALARM BLARING]

[GASPING]

[YELLS]

[SHRIEKS]

[GASPING]

MAN: I got him!
Grab a hold for me.

The water's pretty cold
out there today.

PARAMEDIC: O2 ready.

MAN 1: Is he all right?MAN 2: I guess he's all right.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

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.

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

Karl, give me a break.
Goddamn.

Thanks a lot.

[TRUCK HONKING]

LIBBY'S MOTHER:
Sent your father off
to the VFW.

He'll be playing
gin for hours.

LIBBY: 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.

[CHUCKLES]

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.

Twenty Oriole Terrace,
Evergreen, Colorado.

Is that your
current address?

Twenty Oriole Terrace,
Evergreen, Colorado? Sure is.

Didn't you say your name
was Angela Green?

'Cause this says
it's Angela 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 shouldn't
ask you that.
I'm sorry.

Speaking of giving out
personal information,
does your employer know

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

you 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.

[BELL RINGS]

[COCKS GUN]

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.

Uh, maybe you should
check with the woman
who lives 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.

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

but Angie died
in the accident.

It was three or
four years ago.

It was one of
those awful things.

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

The explosion knocked out
some of my windows, and...

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.

[ANNOUNCER SPEAKS
INDISTINCTLY OVER P.A.]

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.

No. It's Kandinsky
that I'm particularly
interested in,

especially his
Blue Rider period.
I love that.

[SIGHS] Well, um...

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.What? Oh...

No. 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.

[ART DEALER SIGHS]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

If you'll excuse me
a moment.

Yes, sir.

Can I help you?

Yes. My name is
Travis Lehman.

I'm with the Washington State
Department of Corrections.

I was wondering if...

TRAVIS: Haven't seen
anybody come in or out?No...

TRAVIS: Actually, I'm
looking for a young lady.

[ENGINE STARTING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[SCREAMING]

[TIRES SCREECHING][CARS HONKING]

[THUDDING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

She seemed so refined.

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

[GOSPEL CHOIR SINGING]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

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.

It's certainly a pleasure
having you stay with us

here at the Monteleone,
Mrs. Kritch.There.

My suite has a view?

Your room has a lovely
view of the Mississippi,
Mrs. Kritch.

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

Bruce?

Fourteen twenty,
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 the day
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.

SALES GIRL: Hmm.

Now, Mrs. Kritch,

I would say that
you are a size four?

A two.Of course.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

There's a guy
waiting for you.

Did you catch that thing?

What did you use for bait?

I caught that big
bucketmouth 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.

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 she 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.

WOMAN: She looks lovely.Invitation, please.

Enjoy your evening.

Good evening.
Thank you.

DOORMAN: Invitations, please.
Yes, I need to see
your invitation.

Enjoy your evening.
Your invitation?

DOORMAN: 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.

DOORMAN: Your invitation, sir?Oh, I got it right here.

Enjoy your evening.

Good evening, miss.LIBBY: Good evening.

[BAND PLAYING]

[SINGING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[LAUGHS]

[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]

[CYMBAL SOUNDING]

Good evening,
mesdamesand messieurs.

ALL: Good evening!

We're delighted
you're with us this evening

on this very special occasion.

And, as is the custom
in New Orleans,

since even before the War
of Northern Aggression...

[LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE]

We offer the ladies
of this fair city

our first bachelor
to be placed
on the auction block,

our host,
Jonathan Devereaux.

[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]

Where is that man?
Where is that man?

Hey, Jonathan.Thank you, Louis.

You all having a good time?

[ALL SHOUT AFFIRMATIVELY]

Now then, ladies,
what you see before you

is a moderately-presentable
man in his 30s,

given to unhealthy thoughts
and a dissipated lifestyle...

[ALL LAUGHING]

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

[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]

Absolutely no redeeming
moral virtue.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Five hundred.

Dear woman, my cuff links
cost more than that.

[LAUGHTER]

Do I hear 1,000?

A thousand.Thank you.

[APPLAUSE]Whoo!

Hmm...

Two thousand.

[CROWD EXCLAIMING]

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.

[CROWD EXCLAIMING]

Twenty-five hundred.
We have a new bidder.

Twenty-five hundred.

Three thousand.

[APPLAUSE]

Five thousand.

[CROWD EXCLAIMING]

[APPLAUSE]

Fifty-five hundred.

[CROWD EXCLAIMING]

Well, we have 5,500. Will...

Will the lady take us to six?

$10,000.

[CROWD EXCLAIMING LOUDLY]

[APPLAUSE]

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

[LAUGHTER]

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.

[CROWD LAUGHING]Yeah. Thank you, honey.

All right, going once.

Going twice.

Sold to the woman
in the back.LOUIS: Sold!

[APPLAUSE]

$10,000.

[WHOOPING]

Now would you like
to come forward

to claim your prize,
young lady?

[WOLF WHISTLING]

Hello, Nick.

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

I think I've earned it.

[CROWD EXCLAIMING]

[APPLAUSE]

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
some place 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.

Listen.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.

And 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?

[CHUCKLES]

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.

Look, 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?No, I don't think
you're stupid.

I won't let you slip away
once again.

It's too far
to Matty's school.

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

MAN: Do I hear 2,000? Ladies?I want my child.

Ah!

Thank you.
You're a beautiful woman.

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

MAN: Going twice.
Okay, 2,000
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.

MAN: You ready
to spend some money?

[CROWD CHEERING]

Who's gonna start us off here?
Who's gonna go?

[APPLAUSE]

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

Can I offer you a drink?No, thanks.

No, 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.
$10 says I'm right.

You sure you've never
seen this woman before?

No, I'm positive.Okay.

Let me get it straight,
though.

She believes
that I am her husband...

Oh, yeah....whom she killed.

Yes, sir.

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

Ah, far-fetched or not,
she is in New Orleans,

she does have a gun,
she is looking for you.

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

You do that.

[CLUB MUSIC PLAYING]

Cops have been
passing these out.

No reward. Screw them.

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.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

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

[BELLS RINGING]

[THUNDER CRACKS][HORSE NEIGHING]

Where'd she go, Dilbert?

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

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.

Well, 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. [CHUCKLES]

Those pictures are
by a very great artist
named Kandinsky.

Oh.

But why do I think
you already knew that?

[PHONE RINGING]

Excuse me for a second.

Yes?

This is a business call.[LAUGHING] Oh, I'm sorry.

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

It leads down to the kitchen.

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

Thanks.I recommend
the Eggs St. Jacques.

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

Okay.

Morning, darling.
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.

[BAND PLAYING]

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, Matty...

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

That's something
I want to do.

Matty?

Matty?

Hey, kiddo.

Hey, Matty!

Matty?

Matty, it's Mommy.

[GASPS AND 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.

[TRAVIS SIGHS]

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

'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 name, Lehman.

That don't make them
a criminal.Yeah, but I'm betting

he changed it
from Simon Ryder,

and before that,
it was Nick Parsons.

But you can't prove it.No.

[BAND PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

Hey! Is that long distance?

Bill me.

Lucy, hi.
This is Travis. Listen.

I want you to get
the DMV 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 Impossibleand...

TRAVIS: All I need

is a DMV driver's license
photograph
of Nicholas Parsons.

It's that simple.You get back here today

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

Karl, I know I'm right.

You give me a chance, okay?

Now, I'm asking you politely.

You send me
that goddamn picture!

[LIGHTER CLICKING][LIBBY GROANS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GASPING]

[GROANS]

[MUFFLED BANGING]

[GRUNTING]

[ZIPPER OPENING]

[GUN FIRING]

[GUN FIRING]

[GROANS]

[GRUNTS]

[GASPING]

Hey! Hey!

[MUFFLED BANGING
AND SCREAMING]

[GRUNTS]

It's not him.

MANGOLD: See,
Lehman, the thing is,
every now and again,

we all want to
believe in something,

but we just keep
forgetting that
99.9% 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.

[SIGHS]

[GASPS]

It's over, Libby.

[CRYING] Oh, Travis.

[SOBBING]

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.

Mmm-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.

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.

[CHUCKLES]

Well...

We all make mistakes.
I mean, there's no harm done.

Then I thought about it
some more,

and it occurred to me
what a common name

Nicholas 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.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

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.[PHONE BEEPS]

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.

[GUN FIRING]

[CHUCKLING]
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.

[ON RECORDER] 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.

[RECORDER CLICKS]

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.

[GUN FIRING][GASPS]

[GRUNTING]

[GROANS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GUN FIRING]

Well, Lehman,
you gonna live?

[MANGOLD CHUCKLING]

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.

[GRUNTS]

I guess I'm gonna
take off now.

No. No, you're not.

You're a parole violator.
You're in my custody.

You're going with me
to Seattle,

where I will demand
a full pardon and a parade[CHUCKLES]

and a little pink poodle
on a keychain.

[LAUGHING]

BOY: Come on, Ryan, pass it!

Come on, man, come on!

[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.[CHUCKLES]

You saved mine, too.

[CHILDREN SHOUTING
INDISTINCTLY]

MATTHEWS: Coach Matthews.
How you doing?

LIBBY: Nice to meet you.

It'll be half-time soon.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]MATTHEWS: Half-time!

Matty.

Matty.

Hi.

Do you know who I am?

They told me you were dead.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

No, sweetheart.

[CHUCKLES]

[CHUCKLES]