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Hey, I'm on my way. I'm so late. I'm sorry.

Say that again. You're breaking up.

Say it again.

Are you there? Are you there?

Damn it.

[horn honking]

[brakes screeching]

[crashing sound, glass breaking]

[monitor beeping]

Mr. Kemp?

Mr. Kemp.

I'm Charlie Moore.

They tell us you can talk now,

and your condition is stable.

You're doing all right.

Can I have that in writing?

I'll see what I can do.

If you're up to it, I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Okay.

Do you remember anything about what happened?

Well, I remember leaving my office that Friday afternoon.

I was driving out to the country to have dinner with a client.

After that, I'm a total blank.

Until I woke up in I.C.U.

So, you're missing a whole week.

Yeah. If you come across it, I'd like to have it back again.

Will do.

Who's Franklin Porter?

It's one of my partners.

Manuel Hastings?

It's a client.

We're doing a big project downtown in New Woolrich

Performing Art Center and I'm the architect.

At least I was.

They tell you the first person on the scene

was a guy who was a medic in Viet Nam?

Yeah. I was lying there on the pavement and my neck was broken.

I wasn't breathing. And this guy came along

and he literally took a Swiss army knife

and dug a hole in my throat and stuck a straw in it.

And saved my life.

Lucky he happened by.

Sometimes I wished he'd been running

five minutes late that night.

- Was it my fault? - We're not sure yet.

- It's been three weeks. - It's been four.

You're missing one, remember?

We have no witnesses to the actual crash.

The other driver's blood alcohol level was slightly elevated.

And judging from impact, you were both doing the obligatory

ten miles an hour over the speed limit.

What's the other driver have to say?

They didn't tell you?

She died at the scene.

[monitor sounding]

[tongue clicking continuously]

Okay, Jason.

We're gonna get you hooked up and breathing again.

We're gonna find it, okay? You just hang on, okay?

It's okay. We're gonna find it.

Where the hell is it?

You just stay calm, okay? You stay calm.

I've got a pop-off in 111! I need assistance, stat!

I need assistance in 111, stat!

I need assistance, please!

You just hang on, okay? Just stay with me.

- I got him. - Sorry.

I couldn't find it.

I couldn't find it. I'm sorry.

There it is.

Okay.

[muttering]

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

It'll be okay.

Take out.

Eighteen...

Nineteen...

Pull it. Come on, buddy. One more.

- Twenty. - Come on, big man.

We've got to increase the reps on the right side. You got to give me another 20.

- Ah, man, I can't. - We'll work through it.

My right side's not firing today. I'm done.

Man, you've got to get the right side working. You're gonna need it

when they find that cure you're always talking about.

- Ah, shut up. I hate you. - I hate you back.

I hate you, too.

All right, another 20. Here we go.

Okay. One, good. Two...

- That's the spirit. - All right. Three...

That-a-boy. Four...

five...

One more time. There.

Good catch, son.

One more.

There you go.

Hey, Leila.

I was beginning to think you stood me up, so to speak.

Very funny.

Yeah. I'm working on an act to take it on the road.

I stopped by the loft. Coming along.

Contractors just doing some last minute touch-ups.

This renovation's taking forever. But I tell you something,

I've got to get out of here, Leila.

- I really am going crazy. - One more day.

Everything is still on track for you to go in tomorrow.

- Good. - Is that ours?

Yep.

I wanted to show you what a good host I am.

And wait till you see it. It's magnificent.

I admit, I had no idea how expensive this was all going to be.

The lift alone, my God.

Well, I've got to get up and down between three floors.

You know, I still think you could've consolidated it on one floor.

Yeah, I've got all my gym equipment, I got nurses, there's me.

We can't live on one floor.

You sure you need all that high-tech exercise stuff?

That stuff is gonna get my body ready so that when the scientists have found a cure,

I'll be able to get up and walk, okay?

- I know. It's just... - It's just what?

I just whoever sold you all that expensive equipment

- isn't taking advantage of you. - What are you talking about?

Your vulnerability. Your frame of mind.

What?

This wish for a full recovery.

This wish is a reasonable expectation

based on the latest scientific research. Okay?

Fine.

I believe you.

I do.

Oh, boy.

Now I get it. Now I get it.

You went by the loft and saw how expensive everything was,

and now you're worried about my finances.

- I'm concerned, yes. - About your alimony.

Jason, it's not that. I see all this money flying out the window.

Do you have any idea how expensive it is to be disabled

in this country? The sooner I get back to work,

the better it's gonna be for both of us. Okay?

Forget I said anything about it.

Look. Whatever happens, I will not shirk my obligations

- to you. - I know that.

I really do appreciate everything you've done

while I've been here. Most ex-wives

wouldn't even show up in rehab.

Look. I've got to go. I'm running late.

Okay.

I'll see you soon.

- Have a good trip home, okay? - Yep.

Enjoying those blueberries?

Ah, thanks for bringing them in, man.

No problem.

I hear you had another pop-off last night.

Yeah, I'm getting used to them.

Not like the first time, eh?

I don't know who was more scared, you or that nurse.

Thanks, Mary. That's plenty.

What are we waiting for? Let's go home.

I'll tell you what. You get that van around here in ten minutes,

or I'm gonna leave without you.

Find me booking down the Jersey turnpike.

We'll get you a racing stripe and some chrome mag wheels

- for that Jalopy? - That's a deal, brother.

You got to go see the doctor first.

- No we don't. - Yep.

- Let's go. - All right.

If we have to, we have to.

You've been absolutely terrific, Dr. Schneider, and I hope I never see you again

the rest of my life.

We never had a patient quite like you, Jason, quite so driven.

Your work ethic. Your determination.

Formidable. You really impressed me.

Listen now, when you go home, don't overdo it. You need time to rest.

I can't afford to rest.

If they come up with a cure, I got to be ready.

Like I said, "Driven." Who's taking you home?

Antonio.

I can't believe you hired him away from us.

Well, if you paid these guys a decent wage...

Ah, the man of the hour.

Okay. See you in six months.

Antonio: Ready to roll?

Jason: Hey, Antonio, slow down, will you?

Antonio: I'm way under the speed limit, man, okay? Just relax, now.

After six months of going three miles an hour, this feels like Warp Speed.

Man, I go any slower, somebody' rear end us.

Now you just calm down, okay? Just relax, we get there safe and sound.

See, I told you, man.

You get to live to die another day.

Jason: That's good. 'Cause I got a meeting with my partners up stairs.

- I'll meet you up there. - All right.

You a lucky man, you know that?

How do you figure that?

You cheated death how many times so far, three, four?

Well, five, counting that ride.

Must be a reason you've been at death's door and back so many times.

It was an accident.

Somebody got careless and crossed the yellow line.

- How lucky is that? - I'm telling you, man.

Got to be a reason you survived.

Well, if you figure it out, let me know.

Hey, guys.

Jason.

Border and Mays, how are you?

You look great.

I look like hell.

- Remarkably fit, considering. - We've been looking around.

The place turned out beautifully.

Man. Yeah, you're right.

It looks great.

Which one of you took my pool table?

Okay, Antonio. Let's look around.

What happened to my retirement money?

Jason, you don't have to worry about money.

The firm is doing fine.

Without me? That's very reassuring.

No, you were right.

They were able to re-wire the monitors

to give you voice-access to the computer from every floor.

Per your specifications, the lift is triggered automatically

by sensors in your wheelchair, as are the lights.

Also per your specs, you can turn them off with your sipping straw.

A code overrides the sensors. You can lock the doors to the lift that way, too .

We don't recommend that, for obvious reasons.

If you were me, you'd be dying to lock a door sometimes.

[elevator bell dings]

Ah, this is very nice. Nice job.

Let's go take a look at the view.

Same old bricks.

I guess I'm gonna have to get used to this view.

Hey, it looks like those guys over there redecorated.

Not too bad.

- What's going on up there? - A major renovation.

Putting together 10,000 square feet for a Spartina gallery.

- Spending some real dough. - Who's the architect?

- Hollingsworth. - Bud Hollingsworth?

He couldn't design the stalls in a men's room.

[laughter]

You know, I always wondered what went on over there during the day.

Nothing much. But, anyway...

Time to get back to work on the Woolrich project.

Starting tomorrow, I'll be on it again full-time.

Jason, the site's already been excavated.

They're pouring the foundation as we speak, they begin framing next week.

- Now, wait a minute, here, how did that happen? - We had to re-assign it.

- We made an agreement. - What can I tell you?

- The client... - Insisted.

Wasn't confident you'd return to work with all your former resources intact.

- So, who'd you give it to? - Claudia Henderson.

- Actually, she's very talented. - Well, that's good.

'Cause then you won't have any problem

giving her something else to do. 'Cause I'm back

with my resources intact.

The Woolrich Center is mine. Antonio.

I don't believe you two.

We can give Woolrich back to you if...

Yeah, you sure can. You don't have a choice.

But we're not taking it away from Claudia. She's been working

her ass off for six months. And I got to tell you,

the client is very happy with the work she's been doing.

You guys don't waste much time, do you?

Did you give the job away when I was on the operating table?

'Cause you didn't think I'd survive the surgery, is that it?

We didn't know what would happen.

You're gonna have to learn to work with her.

Look on the bright side. Somebody's got to do all those

- boring lunches... - Oh, the bright side.

Interesting way to describe stabbing me in the back.

Come on. We got to beat him downstairs.

- Same old Jason. - Only more so.

- Surprise. - Gotcha.

- Sorry, Jas. - Oh, no.

How did I get down here?

Welcome home, Jason.

Oh, this is too much.

Hi, everybody. It's so good to see you.

- You look great. - Hi, Susan. How are you?

- You look great. - Welcome back, Jason.

I don't believe it. I don't believe it.

- We missed you. - Thank you.

Gents, where do I find Mr. Kemp?

- Right over there. - Thanks.

- How are you holding up? - Hi.

A little overwhelming, all this attention.

Listen. I came to tell you. We went outside the department,

did some computer modeling, and reenacted the accident.

- And...? - It's her fault.

She swerved over the center line. No double about it.

So, for whatever it's worth,

you're not to blame.

Thank you. This thing's really been weighing on my mind.

Yeah, well, that's why I came to tell you.

And pay my respects. So...

Well, next time there's a homicide in the neighborhood,

- feel free to drop by. - I'll do that. See ya.

I want you to get some rest, big shot. We'll see you.

- Okay. - Excuse me.

Jason, sorry about yesterday.

I shouldn't have burdened you with my money anxieties.

Seeing this place put me in a panic.

It's okay.

Jason, there's something I've been trying to tell you.

I've been seeing someone.

And it's serious.

Wow.

Congratulations.

Look on the bright side. If it works out,

- no more alimony. - I'll light a candle.

I know you'll make something good out of all this.

You always do.

Goodbye.

Take care.

Hey, you see that blond down there?

Yeah, man.

Wave back to her for me.

[telephone ringing]

[elevator bell dings]

All right, there you go.

Enjoy your party, man?

Well, after a while,

too much Vivaldi can sort of make you seasick.

I know what you mean. I feel the same way about Phillip Glass.

Phillip Glass?

You think all I listen to is Reggae Music?

Uh-huh.

Alison downstairs, she's got me on duty all night.

If you need anything, you just click.

I got my phone number and beeper number hot-wired to your computer.

Alison call me,

I'll be here before you can say, Rastafarian and Rehabilitation.

I think you're overqualified for this job.

I think so, too.

- Would you do me a favor? - Yeah, man.

Open my closet. I'd like to take a look.

All right.

Here you go.

Ah.

And put on your dancing shoes.

Bring up Woolrich Projects subcontractors.

Display a list of Marble vendors.

Todd, bring up Marble selections.

Hey, Janet, get me a lemonade, please? I'm real thirsty.

I would if I knew where it was.

Mr. Kemp. Hi. Claudia Henderson.

Oh, God. I'm so sorry. Habit.

Oh, forget it. People do it to me all the time.

The front door was open, so I just came in.

I hope you don't mind.

You know, my front door is always open.

I got nurses. I got aides. I got delivery people.

The whole world just kind of comes and goes as it pleases.

You don't know who I am, do you?

Sure I do. You're the new girl.

I'm sorry. Porter said you were the talented, new girl.

At least he called me "talented."

So, you've been working on my project keeping it warm for me?

Well, I hope I've been doing a little more than that.

Actually, I hope you haven't.

- You know, we've met before. - I don't think so.

I joined the firm the week before your accident.

We met at a staff meeting on Friday afternoon.

You'll have to forgive me. Ordinarily I'd remember, but...

There's no reason that you should.

No, in fact, I have a photographic memory for names, faces, blueprints,

trivial statistics. But I don't have any memory

from that Friday afternoon until the accident.

It's gone. It's erased from the hard drive.

- It never happened. - It must be disconcerting

to have a gap in your memory like that.

Thank you.

Yep. It's just about the same size as the gap in my spinal cord.

I'm sorry. I'm not very good at this.

Well, who is?

Most people don't even know how to look me in the eye.

This wheelchair just kind of freaks them out.

I have to admit, I'm a little bit freaked out myself.

- Um, should we get started? - Yeah.

I have a few questions first.

I thought you might.

Okay. I'm trying to set a meeting with

Woolrich's project point person do discuss furnishings, fabrics,

wallpaper, paint colors...

- You want to join us? - I'd rather drink--

Don't finish that. I'll take the meeting.

I can't seem to find a vendor to supply the Olivine Marble.

- What about Lombardi? - Bankrupt.

You might want to start thinking about alternatives.

Tell Polutzi to give me a price.

- Tell him? - He owes me.

Gotcha.

Sorry. Could you just ask Janet to come up a minute?

- Sure. What do you need? - Just anything to drink.

- My throat's killing me. - I'll get it.

- You don't mind? - Of course not.

Thanks.

And the straws are right by the glasses.

Got it.

Bring up "Interior Tiles."

Show "Wall Selections."

[computer beeping]

Choose "2."

And bring up "Floor Selections."

Choose "3."

And bring up "Sconces."

Thanks.

Okay. Where were we?

"Sconces."

Call Lattimer & Fitzentrous and accept no substitutes.

I'm impressed.

God is in the details.

[telephone ringing]

Hey, man. Whatcha doin' sitting here in the dark?

I'm spying on my neighbors. I think she's just discovered

her husband's got an online girlfriend.

Oh. Now she's really reading him the riot act.

- Serious mellodrama. - I'm telling you.

I'm gonna have to get you one of those surveillance devices,

get you that all-important bird's-eye view.

Would that make me a Bonifide Peeping Tom?

- Definitely. - Go for it.

Ready for bed now?

No. I want to stay up a while. You know, like a grownup.

I got a lady friend I can go see.

Beautiful.

So she caught him cheating on the Internet, huh?

You thinking about fooling around in cyberspace, man?

Well...

about the only way I can fool around right now.

It wasn't always that way.

You were a lady's man back in the day?

- I did okay. - I bet you did.

- Fix you that surveillance. - Thanks.

[shouting]

Achilles, bring up "Telephone."

[computer beeping]

Dial 9-1-1.

[beeping sounds]

9-1-1 operator.

I need to report a domestic altercation.

Operator: Can you describe what's happening, sir?

Antonio: Tell me when it's in focus.

Jason: Ah, no, not yet.

Better?

No, a little more. Just tweak it a little bit.

Yes. There. That's perfect. Perfect.

Great. Now how do I operate this thing?

Pan, zoom, tilt. Use your straw.

Cool. All right.

I'm gonna go left. Um...

Oh.

- [laughing] - Whoops.

I got to practice with this.

Oh, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I got to zoom in there.

- Now that's odd. - What's odd?

- What's that? - What's it look like?

It looks like a personal surveillance device.

- Bird watching? - Wildlife, definitely.

- Isn't this illegal? - Probably.

I guess he's still in the slammer.

- In the slammer? - Yeah.

The sculptor across the way beat-up his wife last night.

- You're kidding? - Jason sicked the cops on him.

So this isn't just cheap thrills.

- It's in the public interest. - Call me Citizen Voyeur.

- Is he gonna come after you? - No, I don't think so.

He doesn't know I called the cops.

And I didn't give my name to 911.

- So what's odd? - Well, what's odd

is that he really beat the crap out of her last night

and today she doesn't look so bad.

She's wearing a lot of makeup for this early in the day.

This is kind of exciting.

Bet you can see some pretty sexy stuff with this thing.

Um, I already have. After dark,

this whole building goes from a PG-13 to a hard R.

Care to be more specific? Remember, God is in the details.

Well, come on over some night and see for yourself.

Maybe I will. We'd probably end up fighting over this.

I'm putting in another one upstairs in the bedroom.

You guys are obsessed.

From here I got a straight shot right down into the loft.

If you were my neighbor and I knew you had this...

- Would you put on a floor show? - Maybe.

If we were neighbors, I'd be watching you the whole time.

Yeah, sure. Just be careful you don't get caught.

I think I'll go upstairs and setup the second camera.

Okay, party's over. Back to work.

Right behind you.

Jason: He didn't call the cops, you creep, I did.

- [elevator bell dings] - Jason?

Oh, Alison. You scared me to death.

I just came up to see if you needed anything.

- No, I'm fine. Thanks. - Are you ready for bed?

- Antonio's coming at midnight. - No problem.

- Sorry to disturb you. - It's okay.

[church bell tolling, clock ticking]

[shouting, glass breaking]

[shouting continues]

Woman: No! No! No!

Man: [yelling, screaming]

Woman: [screams]

[silence]

[dog barking]

[electrical noises]

[tongue clicking rapidly]

What happened? Did you have a popoff?

[muttering]

Let me just check your trac.

Go call Antonio. Tell him to get over here.

At three a.m.? Do it, damn it.

Do it, please.

Antonio: I hope you got a good reason besides you can't sleep...

- I'm sorry. - I got no trouble sleeping.

- I like sleeping. - No, I apologize.

I sleep like a baby, in fact.

I apologize again. But what time is it?

- Almost 3:30. - Damn, I think we missed it.

Missed what, man?

Whatever was going on over there.

You sure you didn't dream it?

Ask Alison.

There was a whole lot of racket and commotion over there.

And there was some sort of light flashing.

Well, it's quiet now.

You see? She's not there.

Something's happened. Something's happened to her.

I know it.

Sorry. Traffic.

Hi, Claudia.

I'm running late myself. I didn't get any sleep.

You want me to come back after you finish breakfast?

No, it's all right. I'm done.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

I talked to Charlie Moore yesterday about our neighbors.

You did? What'd you find out?

It turns out their name is Ilene and Julian Thorpe.

He's a hotshot sculptor,

and she's a retired New York gypsy.

- A fortune teller? - No, not that kind.

A Broadway gypsy. A chorus girl.

Charlie Moore says they're gonna prosecute him for battery

even if she doesn't cooperate. 'Cause it's an election year,

the mayor wants to crack down on domestic violence.

So he made bail last night, he came home, and then

they had another knockdown dragout fight.

- You're kidding? - And then, after that,

he starts welding away in his studio.

And I just, like, could not sleep at all.

The night he gets home, he lets her have it again.

- So where is she now? - I don't know.

I haven't seen her. I'm worried about her.

I can't believe you saw them go at it again.

I heard it, and I thought somebody would call the cops.

I mean, she screamed loud enough.

Well, maybe she's just trying to stay out of his way this morning.

- I know I would. - No, you don't get it.

This woman never leaves the apartment.

I mean, she doesn't even go out for cigarettes.

He buys all the groceries. He buys the liquor.

I mean, she's a major alcoholic. But this morning,

this is the first time that I haven't seen her at all.

Do you think she'll testify against him?

Well, she just found out he's having an affair.

- How do you know that? - I saw it happen.

- You are a nosy-parker. - She really gave him hell.

I think he's leaving her for another woman.

And when she finds that out, she's gonna testify against him.

Believe me.

All right, enough speculation. We got a lot of work to do.

Come on. We still got some major molding decisions to make.

97/62.

- Hey, Alison. Jason. - Hi, Claudia.

- Do you need anything? - No, I'm fine. Thanks.

- Hi. - Hi.

- What's all that? - Oh, I was in the neighborhood.

I picked up a few things:

some tomatoes, garlic, fresh pasta.

That is so nice of you to come cook me dinner.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I don't cook. I shop.

I thought that maybe Alison could--

Ah, no, Alison doesn't cook at all, believe me.

What are we gonna do?

Ah, well, can you boil water?

I can try.

Okay. Grab a big pot down there.

Pot. Okay.

All right.

Ah, big. It's a technical term that means "big."

Smart Aleck.

A...big pot.

That's better.

Okay. Now you need a big knife.

Big enough for you?

Yeah, that's fine.

And what you do is you take the tomatoes,

and you're gonna wash them and then you dice them.

Define "dice."

Oh, no. We're gonna starve.

I can't tell you what a relief this is from Chinese take-away.

I know. I have this giant bowl in my refrigerator

filled with soy sauce, duck sauce, mustard sauce,

literally five years worth of take-out packets,

thousands of those little squirts.

Are you sure that you don't mind doing this?

Not at all.

Ah, that's the part I hate.

What, the napkin?

It makes me feel like a big baby with a bib on.

I think it's kind of attractive.

It's like, a tuxedo look without the tux.

Would you go to the window and see if she's come back yet?

Yeah, sure.

- You want that? - Yeah, thanks.

It looks like her stuff is still there.

She didn't leave him.

How can you be so sure?

Well, her jewelry box and perfume are still on the dresser.

She might leave her husband but she's not gonna leave her jewelry.

Well, that's my point.

Something must've happened to her.

She probably spent the day at a bar trying to get up the courage

to come home. But she's gonna come home. She'll be remorseful.

They'll be all lovey-dovey for a few days.

And then they'll go at it again. Relationships like that

are far too complicated to understand from the outside.

Next time, do us all a favor and don't call 911.

I'm not sure there's gonna be a next time.

I think he killed her last night.

Detective: Run that by me again.

Jason: So he comes home and tells her he's gonna leave her for another woman.

She threatens to testify against him and ruin his life.

Then they have a fight, and this time he kills her.

- So, what do you think? - Aside from no body,

no witnesses, no evidence whatsoever that a crime was committed,

as crackpot theory's go, very plausible.

Are you cynical or just apathetic?

- Did you see this murder? - I heard it.

You heard them fighting, which married couples do from time-to-time.

I heard her scream. And then I heard him sawing away all night.

Residential zoning violation and not very neighborly,

- but hardly a capital crime. - He was covering up a murder.

Look. I hate to be cynical. But, you're lying in bed,

you can't sleep, you're looking at the ceiling,

- you start to imagine things... - I didn't imagine this.

Alison, did you hear a scream?

Ah, well, I was downstairs.

You telling me you didn't hear Mrs. Thorpe scream?

No, I didn't. I'm sorry. I might have been

in the laundry room. I have a monitor in there so I can hear Jason,

but I can't really hear anything from outside.

All right. No corroboration on the blood-curdling scream.

Yet. I'll canvas the neighbors.

Thanks.

Too bad that wasn't going last night.

We could've gone to the video tape.

You mind my asking, what medication are you on?

You name it.

Alison, he had anything which would

effect his judgment or perception?

- Sleeping pills and Valium. - I rest my case.

See, I think it's possible that you

just hallucinated the whole scenario.

Aren't you, at least, gonna go and talk to them?

I mean, now don't you admit, this is suspicious?

It's far fetched. But, if she's not home

by noon tomorrow, I'll go talk to Thorpe.

I'll tell him we're trying to reach his wife to drop the charges.

Give him an incentive to call her and then call us.

And what if he says he doesn't know where she is?

I'll keep my eyes peeled.

If I see any big sticky patches of blood on the rug, I'll clamp the cuffs on him.

- Very funny. - In the meantime,

I'd take up a different hobby, if I were you.

You, too, young lady.

Who, me?

Yeah, you.

You can't fool me. You got a Jones for this, too.

I could tell.

I don't know, Jason. Maybe he's right. I mean,

maybe we're just letting our imaginations run wild with this thing.

Do you think I'm crazy?

Not crazy, just imaginative.

He killed her.

I know it.

Man: Take it easy. Watch it.

Jason: Okay, so he sold the sculpture.

Now what about his wife?

I mean, in case you hadn't noticed, she's still missing.

She's not missing. She's gone. She left.

- How do you know? - I asked him.

- And you just believed him? - It was just as I figured.

He had a deadline. He kept pounding away all night.

She was still pissed off for the roughing up he gave her.

- They had words. - They had a lot more than that.

Anyway, 6 a.m., she'd had enough.

She put some things in a bag. She goes away for a few days

for some peace and quiet. And she splits.

We don't know that.

Last night, after our cockamamie conversation I inquired...

"Mrs. Thorpe left her domicile yesterday morning

bright and early just like he said.

What witnesses?

Super for one, car service driver for another.

Driver took her to the train station.

They both mentioned she had an over-night bag with her.

What about her jewelry and her perfume?

- What about 'em? - They're still on her dresser.

You too. I knew it. You know,

I take a pretty dim view of this electronic snooping.

- Why don't you take a look? - I don't have to.

Her jewelry and perfume are on her burrow means she didn't leave town?

She was in a hurry. She left it. No big deal.

But are you absolutely sure it was her?

I called Rhode Island. I spoke to her.

She's there.

What about the scream?

I canvassed that building, this building, the next building,

the surrounding suburbs. Nobody else heard it.

- That's impossible. - Not if you dreamt it.

I got to get back to the real world.

Kids, it's been fun. Sayonara.

I'm sorry, Jason.

[siren in distance]

[clicking tongue]

I hope this getting out of bed in the middle of the night

isn't gonna be a regular thing, man.

No. Last time, I promise.

You know, I can always get my old job back.

I know. I'm sorry. Thank you.

She like you, you know?

Who, Alison?

- Claudia. - Oh, Claudia.

Yeah, we're getting along very well on our project together.

Not like that. Like a woman, like a man.

Ha.

Well, I only see two problems with that.

One, she could have any man she wants.

And two, I'm damaged goods.

Contents broken during handling and shipping.

- Why would you want that? - I'm telling you, man,

when it come to a woman,

sometime waters run deeper than you and I will ever know.

Have you written anything I could checkout at the library?

I don't need to write it, man.

I know.

It can't be.

It can't be.

- Well, she's back. - Yeah, big time.

Just like I said, they're all lovey dovey.

But it doesn't make any sense. They never were before.

Ah, I don't know, Jason. I just can't tell.

I just don't see how it can be her.

No, you couldn't prove it by me.

I didn't get a good enough look at her.

This one seems to be five pounds thinner.

Her hair's lighter. Her mouth and chin are a little bit different.

That little mole by her mouth is missing.

Maybe she had it removed.

Maybe this one never had it in the first place.

- Notice anything different? - No.

She's not drinking. The other one always had a glass in her hand

- and a bottle by the bedside. - You're obsessed.

Well, maybe, but I'm not crazy.

What are you doing?

I don't think that's the real Mrs. Thorpe.

I'm gonna find out who she is.

Jason: I'm gonna need Thorpe's email address.

Claudia: Let's hope he does some business over the Internet.

I know he shipped that big package out the morning after

- his wife disappeared. - Well, we know the date.

We need to know the name of the shipper.

Evergreen.

- How'd you know that? - The uniform.

They have little green markings over the right breast pocket.

You do have an eye for detail.

- I'll see if I can find one. - Thanks.

Ah, yeah.

Anything?

He shipped that piece up to Vermont.

Bronze casting place up near Burlington.

They are very closed-mouthed about their customers.

They did tell me the name of the gallery in New York. Kimbro.

I called, told her I was interested in Thorpe's latest.

- Yes? - Already spoken for.

Just like he told Charlie. Gallery owner said

he doesn't produce a lot. "Much in demand"

- was the phrase she used. - Did you get his email address?

No luck.

Do you really think he killed his wife?

I mean, deep down, are you 100 percent on this?

One hundred percent.

That woman over there, she's not Ilene Thorpe?

No.

Even though Charlie checked her I.D.?

You can fake an I.D.

So if she's not Ilene Thorpe...

Then who is she? And where is Ilene Thorpe?

Okay.

Just checking the temperature on your conspiracy theory.

Have I convinced you?

Jury's still out. But I'm keeping an open mind.

That's all I ask.

And an open line.

What?

I've got an idea.

Mr. Thorpe: So these are...

these are some of my newer pieces.

Claudia: They're great.

They're so unusual.

But, actually, I'm looking for larger pieces.

- How large? - Pieces that you could

display in public areas, lobby's, that kind of thing.

I just finished something like that.

- Can I see it? - It's not here.

I sent it out a few days ago.

You wouldn't have a slide, or a photograph, something?

- I'll get you something. - That would be great.

Okay.

- Cover me. - Okay.

- [door opens] - He's coming back. Quick.

He's coming back from the room.

- This piece is interesting. - Thank you.

It's not available. Sorry.

- Oh, you found it. - Yeah.

- Oh, that's incredible. - You like it?

Oh, very much. Can you tell me who

commissioned this piece? I'd love to see it in the flesh.

You'd have to contact my gallery.

- "Kimbro." - [laughing]

- You know my work. - Yeah.

Like I said, I'm a fan.

Um, may I use your bathroom?

Yeah, it's ah...

Thanks.

Have fun.

He's still in the other room.

Okay, he walked away.

Yeah, look there. Look through there.

Yeah, look through there.

Oh, wait till you see this.

You're okay.

He's coming back. He's coming back.

- Hey. - Hey.

Thank you so much for showing me your work.

- I really appreciate it. - Thanks for your interest.

- I'll be in touch. - Okay.

Okay.

- Bye. - Bye.

[siren in distance]

Jason: Oh, no. Oh, no.

Damn.

Claudia, pick up the phone. Pick up the phone.

He knows you've been snooping around.

- Get out of there, quick. - You're breaking up.

Get out of there, quick. Quick, quick.

Claudia: Hello?

Thanks for the heads up. I took the stairs.

Whew! That was a close one.

- Yeah, too close. - No kidding.

- Sorry, I messed up. - Did you get his email address?

Yes. Don't do anything rash with it.

- Who, me? - You.

- Listen. You were right. - I was?

Uh-huh. There is definitely a new girl in residence over there

and the old one is not coming back.

- What convinced you? - Ilene's things have been

put away and replaced by some other woman's,

and it's not the same stuff.

- Any sign of another name? - No. Whoever she is,

she's still going by the name Ilene Thorpe

using her I.D., her checkbook...

Oh, boy. I blew it.

If I hadn't left that screen up, he'd never have known.

No, maybe that's good. It might make him nervous.

And if he gets nervous, he might make a big mistake.

What now?

Well, since he's already sweating...

why don't we turn up the heat?

[computer beeping]

"I know that woman's not your wife.

"I know what you did.

"I know who you are.

And you won't get away with it."

- "Send." - [computer beeps]

And now we wait.

[dog barking]

Come on, turn around.

Turn around and go to the computer.

Come on.

That's it. Boot it up.

Okay.

Come on. Read your mail.

All right.

That's it.

All right. Send me something back.

Bring up email.

Read.

What do I want?

What do I want?

Email to Handrasp.

[computer beeping]

"I want to nail you, pal."

"I want to make you pay for what you've done."

"I want you to lie awake and wonder

when they're coming to get you."

"Send."

[elevator dings]

Turn off the lights! Turn off the lights!

Sorry. Sorry. Are you okay?

Yes. What is it?

I just came up to see if you wanted me to wash your hair.

- No, thank you. - Okay.

Um, do you want me to leave these off?

- Yes, please. - All right. Sorry.

- Dial Charlie Moore. - [computer beeping]

- [phone ringing] - Woman: Yes?

Mrs. Moore, it's Jason Kemp. Is Charlie there?

He's working a case. If you like, I can page him.

Tell him that the boy isn't crying wolf this time. The wolf's at the door.

And have him call me the minute he comes in.

- I'll be up. - Okay, I'll tell him.

Thank you.

- Disconnect. - [beep, dial tone]

- Dial "Claudia Henderson." - [beeping sound]

[answering machine] Hi, this is Claudia.

I'm not here right now. You know what to do.

- [beep] - Claudia. Hi, it's Jason.

Um, just wanted to say that I've had dinner already,

so, no need to drop by.

And, um, um, I'll see you in the morning.

Okay? Bye.

Disconnect. Dial "Antonio."

[beeping, dial tone.]

[answering machine] Leave me a message. I'll call you back.

- [beep] - Antonio, it's me.

If you get this message, get over here immediately.

Hurry. Hurry. Get over here immediately.

- Disconnect. - Intercom on.

- Alison? - Yes.

Would you please lock the outside door?

Are you sure?

Just lock the door now. Would you please?

- Okay. - Thank you.

Oh, my God. You scared me this time.

- I'm sorry. - Is there something wrong?

Because you're acting really weird.

I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to take it out on you.

It's all right.

Is the front door locked, the elevator door locked...

- It's all locked. - Okay. Good.

Well, I think I'll settle in and watch a little TV.

I'll be downstairs, if you need me.

If you want to, you could, ah, come on up and keep me company.

Okay.

I'll just get my charts. I'll be right back.

And a couple of Valium for me, too.

I'm just kidding.

[On TV] Knocks it into right field and Hall's gonna be at 2nd

- with a stand-up double. - You know, Frank,

I think that was a...

[elevator bell dings]

Hey, Alison.

Antonio? Come on in and watch the game.

We're up by two on the coast.

- Who the hell are you? - You know who I am.

You've been spying on me.

You've even sent me those charming emails this evening.

No, you're mistaken. It wasn't' me.

I'll tell you what. I'll check your email directory.

If I'm not on it, I'll go home.

- No harm done. - How did you get in here?

I walked in. How about you?

The elevator door was locked.

Yeah.

I was already inside.

Alison, dial 911. Alison, 911, now!

Alison, dial 911. Alison?

I don't think she can hear you.

- What did you do to her? - Never you mind.

Look at yourself.

Sitting at that window

day in and day out...

spying on people.

How terribly, terribly small.

Can you actually see anything?

I don't think so.

I told her,

if he'd seen something, why did he wait until now?

But he could still cause trouble, she said,

get the cops snooping around.

She's got a point there.

Hey!

So...

I need your password so I can retrieve those emails.

Hand it over.

I don't remember it.

Too bad.

That little nurse, Alison...

Is it true what they say about nurses?

- Is it? - What did you do to her?

Little methylene chloride. She'll wakeup with a headache.

You wanna cooperate with me, that's all she'll have.

"Achilles."

Achilles.

How very pompous.

Don't you hurt her.

For somebody that, I'm sure, spends most of their time thinking,

you're not too smart, are you?

Of course I won't hurt her.

No one will ever know I was even here.

That's the point. No one will know,

and everyone will be a lot better off without you.

Don't you think?

Honestly?

Yeah.

That looks like it could just fall apart right there.

You'd think they'd come up with a better design, don't you?

Too easy to fix.

Oh.

On the other hand...

cracks in the tubing...

so hard...

to find.

[monitor sounding]

Enjoy the rest of the game.

I'll just turn up the volume.

I wouldn't want somebody to walk in...

hearing you gasping like a fish, eh?

I'll let you get some rest now.

I'll try and visit you again soon.

Okay.

Bye.

Achilles.

Change password.

- [computer beeping] - to Icarus.

Achilles.

Icarus.

Bring lift to three.

Lock downstairs doors.

[alarm sounding]

Ahhh!

[monitor beeping]

Let's stop this running around, shall we?

So you can breathe on your own.

Ha. Nice one.

I'll get to the point.

You're gonna die.

If you give me the password, no one else will get hurt.

If you don't,

I'm going to kill her,

I'm gonna burn this place to the ground,

and you're gonna watch.

You like watching things, don't ya?

Go to hell.

Antonio: Jason! Jason, is that you, man?

[monitor beeping rapidly]

Man, what...? Pop-off where?

- [muttering] - Bang?

Let him go, Thorpe. Let him go!

Back off! Back off!

On your face. Turn over.

All right, man. Okay. Here it is.

Put your hands behind your back.

- Both of them. - Just take it easy.

Here it is. I got it.

Ah, there you go.

You'll be all right now.

Antonio: She all right.

Well, I guess you didn't dream it.

What do you know.

[background conversation]

Very fancy.

Pretty nice looking building.

For a glass Silo.

You know, you really are a Philistine, you know that?

Actually, I do know that.

- How's jury selection going? - This is a pretty thin case.

No confession. No corpse. Maybe no crime.

- What about the sister? - She confessed, all right.

She did?

To being the missing woman's sister, and having an affair

with her brother-in-law, which may be a crime...

But she didn't confess to murder?

Why would she confess to murder? She does that, it's all over.

Why does anyone ever confess to murder? There's no upside.

No, killers only give it up on TV to better looking cops than me.

She was murdered. There is no doubt about that.

- Plenty of doubt. - What about the perfume?

- The jewelry? - Cornerstone of my case.

- Are they just gonna walk? - Ah, not exactly. No.

We've got her for impersonating her sister.

She kited some checks. The fraud charges may stick.

- Big deal. - And...

we got him for assault. Attempted murder on you.

No, they are gonna do some time. But for the murder of

- Mrs. Thorpe, I don't think so. - I don't understand why

you can't find the bronze. 'Cause you find the bronze,

you're gonna find her. I think that he stuffed her body

inside it, and shipped it out right under our noses.

Jimmy Hoffa and the Meadowlands.

Probably where he got the idea.

Jimmy Hoffa was never found, let me remind you.

There you are. We're ready downstairs.

Okay. You ready?

Let me have another sip.

Okay.

Franklin: You all know my partner Jason Kemp,

who designed this spectacular building and saw it through

despite enormous odds and difficulties.

I'd like him to come over here and do the honors. Jason.

[applause]

Thank you very much. Thank you, Franklin.

And thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

This is really a wonderful day for me.

A day I often thought would never come.

First, I need to thank some very special friends.

My right-hand man and resident philosopher, Antonio Fredericks.

My head nurse, Alison Rothman is here with us today.

And especially my partner, my, ah, very talented partner,

Claudia Henderson.

Without all of them and their support,

I literally wouldn't be here today.

[applause]

Now I know that it's customary on these occasions

for the architect to cut the ribbon.

Well, that's not really possible right now.

Although, I hope that someday soon it will be.

Well actually, I could cut it with my teeth. Instead, I'd like to ask

the one who was really indispensable on this project,

to come up and do the honors.

Claudia Henderson. Claudia.

[applause]

Thank you, Mister Mayor. Thank you, Jason.

Yeah.

Woolrich commissioned the piece from Thorpe.

It's been sitting in our lobby all this time.

How could we not have known that?

Remember that meeting you didn't go to on Lobby Art?

Woolrich told me that he commissioned some sculptures from prominent local artists.

That you'd approved the sketches. And it was a done deal.

They never told me the names of the artists.

I never approved any sketches.

It was the day of your accident.

That's why I don't remember.

- Good morning. - Hi, Charlie.

I just heard from the lab.

What were the results of the X-rays?

- Negative. - Are you sure?

She ain't in there. We're back to square one.

Attempted murder and Check kiting.

We struck out, kids.

See you in court.

I'm sorry, Jason.

I'm gonna take one last look at the scene of the crime.

Sure. Knock yourself out.

- Dead here during the day. - I keep telling you.

Nighttime is the right time.

Has the late show started yet?

What?

The...X-rated version?

What do you mean?

I think you know very well what I mean.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.

You're incredible.

You know, it always won't be like this.

You know, um...

Right now I can't, you know? But...

I'm gonna be on my feet again in a few years.

I believe that.

- It doesn't matter. - In the meantime...

In the meantime,

we're just gonna have to be...

creative.