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(RAINDROPS PATTERING)

(THUDDING)
(CAR ALARM BLARING)

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

I swear to God, I had
nothing to do with this.

HUGGINS: We would love
to believe you, Mr. Stevens.

But you have to admit, your version
of events does sound pretty bizarre.

Don't you think?

Look, it was a setup, okay?
The whole thing was staged.

COHAGAN: So you were framed, that's
your claim, you were the victim?

Well, I mean, you know, not...

- Not like...
- HUGGINS: Not like who?

Not like her?

Please, just talk
to the other guys.

Have you talked
to the others yet?

HUGGINS: We're doing our jobs.

COHAGAN: So, why don't you just
do yourself a favor and confess.

You'll save some time,
save some legal fees. Come on.

00:07:59,405
But one of your friends already
made a full confession.

You wanna know who?
Listen.

I don't do things
like that, you know,

fool around with
other women. I...

HUGGINS: You love your wife.

I love my wife, yes.

HUGGINS: What happened
to your face, Mr. Seacord?

I walked into a door.

Or were you in a fight? I
said, I walked into a door.

Where were you this morning?

Out with Chris,
having breakfast.

There will be a lot of people in
the restaurant to verify that.

By Chris, you mean Dr. Chris
Vanowen, the psychiatrist?

That's right.

- One of your loft buddies.
- LUKE: Chris is married.

He's got two kids
and, no, he's not a guy

who cheats on his wife, either.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

We've got a serious
fuckin' problem, Chris.

(SIGHS)

Oh, shit...

Philip.

Philip?

What? You think your brother
has something to do with this?

No.

We gotta call the cops.

You realize what'll happen if we call
the cops? Think about our wives.

There's a dead woman
here, Vincent.

Why do we think
Philip is involved?

Look, Chris. You know
what he's capable of.

Yeah, I know.

Maybe we can help him, okay?

If we can just figure out
what the fuck happened and...

And then what? We're gonna
dump the body somewhere?

Look, I don't fucking know, but
I'm not taking the fall for this!

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

(GASPS)

Marty.

Son of a bitch...

Have you seen Phil? Do you know where
he is? Was he here last night?

This can't be real.

No. Wait,
what are you doing?

I want to see her.

Put her back.

Oh, God damn it.
Who is she?

I don't know.

Look, none of us has anything
to do with this, right?

Right?

We're gonna find out what happened
here and we will figure a way out.

We're in this together, we'll
get out of it together. Okay?

'Cause we're friends.

Agreed?

Agreed?

Well, it looks like they'll
let anybody in, right?

- Congratulations, Vin.
- Thanks.

This one's really spectacular.
Very special. I appreciate that.

Ally, it's been too long. You
look terrific. Thank you.

So, uh, what do you think?

Well, it's bold and focused.
As always. I like it.

Great! You made it. Hi. Hi.

Hi, Barbara.
How are you?

Want to buy yourselves
a little condo?

I think Vincent's little condos
are a little out of our league.

Right, you and your puny
psychiatrist's salary.

You guys grab a drink. And we'll
catch up with you later. All right?

All right.
Congrats, bud.

Thanks, man.

One hour tops,
and then we're out of here.

Oh, come on, hon.
We just got here.

Check out all these babes.
So hot!

It's like they're in violation
of the fuckin' fire code!

Marty, calm down.
I see them.

I can also see Mimi, your wife.

Okay, save me,
help me, protect me.

What's up, Tubs?
Having too much fun?

No. Just checkin' out the
hipster crowd with my pal Luke.

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, if you embarrass me, I'll
leave you here all by yourself.

Oh, don't raise my hopes
only to dash them. (GIGGLES)

Hi, Luke.
Where's Ellie?

Oh, she was just feeling dizzy.

Ducked out to check
her blood sugar.

MIMI: Hi, Elle.
Do you feel okay?

Oh, I, um, started to feel not-so-great
before, but I'm better now.

We can always go home, sweetie.

(CHUCKLES) Did you hear that?
"Sweetie!"

After she just checked
her blood sugar.

That's funny.
That's really good.

I would love to see you deal with
something like that if that was me.

Oh, you know, baby, I'd love to
stick you in the ass every day.

- How many times have I asked?
- MIMI: Honey?

Lots.
Not now.

You're the shrink, aren't you?

Uh, yeah, that's right.
Chris Vanowen.

Ah, Dr. Vanowen, that's right.
Yes, I remember.

Do we know each other? Uh, no.
You knew my sister.

She was a patient of
yours actually. Sophie?

Sophie Morris?

Oh.

I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.

(SCOFFS) Some people
are just born unhappy.

I'm sorry. Are you
buying an apartment?

What? Um, no, no. I'm
friends with the architect.

Ah.

Are you?

No, I'm here with Joel Kotkin.
The city councilman.

I work for him as sort
of a personal assistant.

Oh.

I'm Anne. Anne Morris. (GIGGLES)

Very nice to meet you, Anne.

And listen, about your sister...

It's okay.

You couldn't have saved her. Her mood
disorder kind of runs in the family.

Unfortunately, so...

Well, you're not thinking of doing
something stupid, are you, Anne?

Me?

Oh, you mean like falling
for the wrong man? Well...

I do that all the time.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Everything's all right!
Come on, keep partying!

What are you doing?

Phil, I should've guessed.

Hey, Vince, what's up? Hey. How are ya?
Thanks for comin'.

I'm sorry about this.
She slipped, man.

No worries. As long as you're okay.
You all right?

I'm fine.
She's fine. Come on.

Let me introduce
you to a colleague

who works with me at the office.

And this one works with
me down at the office.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Or is it the other way around?

CHRIS: Philip?

Oh, my big brother.
How ya doin', man?

Friends of Vicky's? Bridesmaids?
Oh...

Come on, man. I'm still single, you know?
What are you doing?

What? It's not like I don't
love my little Vicky.

I love her madly, you know that.
All right?

It's not like I hate all the
other women in the world.

All right.
All right. Relax.

There's something I want to show you.
Let's go get Marty and Luke.

Chris?

Gentlemen, welcome to the loft.

MARTY: Wow!
This is impressive, Vince.

Check out the view.

Then imagine that this
is our own private oasis

right in the heart of downtown.

What do you mean?

A place where
no one hassles you.

A place you can escape
to any time you want.

So this is your loft?

No. It's ours.

- If you want it.
- CHRIS: What?

Ours?

Think about it.

No messy hotel bills. No
questionable credit card activity.

This would be our secret place to steal
away, discreetly and economically

in these challenging times.
A five-way split.

What do you think?
(CHUCKLES)

I don't know.
I'm not like that.

Come on, Chris. We're men.
We're all a little like that.

Yeah. Tell me about it.
Give me your key right now.

Bring your twins up here, give
'em a little private tour.

You know what they cost, Marty?

How much? I might have it
on me right now. Seriously.

Think about it.
It's a great investment.

A once-in-a-lifetime
golden opportunity.

I can't stay here.

-

Yeah, I know.
"Fatum nos iungebit."

I can read that.

What's it mean?

I'm guessing you already
know what it means.

No. We would like
to hear you say it.

You'd like to hear me say it. Okay.
"Fatum nos iungebit."

"Fate will unite us."

Now, all I can
possibly think is that

somebody who knows
Latin like you,

reached over with
this young lady's hand

and wrote, "Fatum nos
iungebit" on the wall.

(SCOFFS)

"Fatum nos iungebit" is wrong.

How so, Doctor?

The future imperfect tense of the
verb unite, iungere, is not iungebit.

It's iunget. It should
say, "Fatum nos iunget."

So the person you're looking for
made a classic Latin error.

But I'm guessing you knew that
already, too, didn't you?

You know the phrase "fuck you"?

Germanic origin.

Where's your brother?

I'm sorry, I can't
help you with that one.

Right. Well, actually, he's
your half-brother, isn't he?

Same mother, different fathers.

He spent some time in various
institutions with your half-sister, Zoe?

Yeah. That's right.

After our mother died, uh,

Philip wasn't as
lucky with his father.

Apparently not.
Alcoholic child beater.

Mmm-hmm.

You didn't spend much time with
Philip back then, did you?

No. But now you're best friends.

Well, we've had a lot
of catching up to do.

You really don't know
where we can find him?

"Fate will unite us"? Where the
hell's your brother, Chris?

I don't know.

What the hell is this?

Where the fuck is Philip?

I'm right here.

Now, what the hell's going on?

You did this.

You did this!

- VINCENT: Luke!
- CHRIS: Hey! Luke!

- LUKE: What?
- VINCENT: Luke, come here! Hey!

- Hey!
- PHILIP: Hands off!

Come on! Bring it on! What is this?
Cool it, Philip.

Luke!

Holy shit.

Did you have anything
to do with this?

What the fuck are
you talkin' about?

Just answer the fucking question!
Did you do this?

- Of course not!
- VINCENT: Jesus!

Were you here last night?

No, man. I wasn't here last night.
I slept at my in-laws'.

If you don't
believe me, call Vicky.

What about this morning?
Were you here this morning?

I was at a project site,
all right?

With my father-in-law.

Oh, my God...

Where were you last night?
Where have you been?

- Philip! Take it easy.
- PHILIP: Wait a minute.

Before accusing everyone else,
where have you been?

'Cause I never got a text to
say the loft was taken. Never.

Last night I was at home.

Can you prove it?

No. I can't prove it. Because
Barbara's taken the kids skiing.

You'll have to
take my word for it.

Relax! Come on!
Your word?

There's a dead woman in our loft
that only us have access to.

Now, if anybody has
anything to do with this,

now's the time to say it.
Right now.

Thank you very much.

MARTY: (CHUCKLES) Well, Philip's
got a ball and chain now.

Who would've thunk it?

Who's the
father-in-law again?

His name's Hiram Fry. He's
a huge property developer.

His friends call him
the Man of Steel.

Worth millions.
Vicky's his only daughter.

So what's not to love?

I just hope
Philip will be happy.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Well, that's cozy.

Come on.

VINCENT: Ever since Councilman
Kotkin got elected,

the Man of Steel's been
busy rebuilding downtown.

LUKE: Kotkin came to
your opening, right?

VINCENT: Yeah, he turned
up for a photo op.

When it comes to handing out
permits and contracts though,

the game's rigged.

Wait a minute. Tell me what
we're talking about again,

'cause I just saw
some mini cheesecakes.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Gorgeous, huh?

I mean, this whole setup.

Whoever said money can't buy happiness
sure hasn't lived this life.

(ALL SINGING WEDDING MARCH)

Sorry, boys, you've lost
your bachelor mascot.

He's all mine now.

Good luck with breaking this bronco, Vicky.
God knows others have tried.

But I'm not others,
am I, Philip?

She told you.

VICKY: And it's not just me.

Philip's married
into the Fry family now.

MARTY: Oh. Soon as we're
back from Fiji...

Yeah. Well, gonna sell some
properties with Vicky's dad.

You know, see how it grabs me.

Wow. Grabs you!

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Well, guys, thanks for coming.

VINCENT: Congratulations.

I'll be with you
in a second, baby.

Oh, man, I need a break
from all the ass-kissing.

Shit.

Where is Fiji?

PHILIP: I don't know.

(GROANS)

You don't sing, you don't laugh,

you don't talk about my sister.

Got it? You got it?
(GRUNTING)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Don't fuck with me...
You watch it.

You watch it.

I'll kick your ass
at your own fuckin' wedding.

Hi.

Hi.

We met at the,
uh, building opening.

That's right.
You're Anne Morris.

I'm glad you remember me, Chris.

Mmm.

I see you work weekends.

What a dedicated
personal assistant.

What a lucky city councilman.

(SCOFFS) Screw him.

D0 you?

(SCOFFS)

Must get a bit boring walking around
all these parties by yourself.

He wants you close,
but not too close.

Not when there's
important people around.

(SCOFFS)

I told you,
I fall for the wrong men.

Can you keep a secret?

Our city councilman likes
to keep my panties with him

at these events, in his pocket.

It's a turn-on for him, the thought
of me in a crowd, so naked.

Only he knows.

Why do you let him
use you like that?

Who says he's using me?

Maybe it turns me on.

Maybe me telling you about
it turns me on even more.

I hope you don't catch cold.

Chris!

Chris, I'm sorry.

I don't know,
maybe I was testing you.

I don't need to be tested.

Listen, do you want
maybe get a cup of coffee?

Some place quiet?

Private?

(APPLAUSE)

(INAUDIBLE)

I'd like to use your key.

Just once.
It's not what you think.

Hey, it doesn't
matter what I think.

Have fun.

VINCENT: Does everyone
still have a key?

'Course we do.

VINCENT: It's crucial
we get this right.

Five keys were cut. To make a
sixth, you'd need the code.

Which is in my safe,
so we can rule that out.

But there was no break-in. So
does everyone still have a key?

PHILIP: What? You think we've
been givin' away our keys?

It's against your rules, Vince.

Then show me.

What are we trying
to prove here?

Look, I don't know. Maybe
someone's lost a key, okay?

Let's just rule that out.

Okay? Look, here's mine.

All right?

Chris?
(SIGHS)

You didn't use a key
to get in just now.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

No. I didn't bring it.
Where is it?

I don't have it on me, okay.

It's not like I need it every
day, like some of you guys.

But you do still have it?

Vincent, whether or not I have my key on
me right now is really not important.

It's extremely
fuckin' important!

Someone got in using a key
and yours is missing!

Is that right, Vincent?

Then how do you account for the
fact that the alarm was shut off?

So, let's just cut the bullshit,

'cause it definitely
had to be one of us five.

Unless...

Unless what?

Unless she let him in.

Oh, yeah. Then how'd
she get in, Vincent?

Any way you look at it, it
keeps coming back down to us.

And I for one would like to
know who's hiding something.

MIMI: Where did you learn that?

BARBARA: I seriously don't believe it.

MIMI: There's a word for that?

BARBARA: Yes, polyamory.

It's a philosophy,
some sort of belief system

about being
romantically involved

with more than one
person at the same time.

Uh-huh. And your
boss gets away with it?

Yes. He says that he's in love
with his wife and his girlfriend,

- so why should he have to choose?
- MIMI: Uh-huh.

And his wife is
amazingly cool with it.

Oh, really? Ls she special needs?
Maybe oxygen-deprived? What?

Explain. I'd like to know.
(CHUCKLES)

That sounds like my kind
of philosophy, Barb.

What's it called again?
Polly and Marie?

Please. Spare us, Tubs. You
can barely handle one woman.

What would you do with two? Mmm.

Bury one.

(ALL LAUGHING)

MARTY: I would make up something,

some sort of game that involves
two ladies and one guy.

Start a trapeze
act or somethin'.

Could you at least
fake some enthusiasm?

It's your party.

Anyway, I'm cooking.

If you absolutely have
to invite your friends over,

could you at least try
to make it home on time?

Look, they're never here, okay?
Will you just join us?

I just hope the pudgy clown
doesn't puke on the rug.

He's been chugging vodka
like it's Evian. (SCOFFS)

I mean,
doesn't his wife see that?

BARBARA: Actually,
she was just cool with it

long enough to
catch him in the act.

She hired a detective.

Cell phone records, credit card
receipts, audio, video, the works.

And in a heartbeat my poor boss
went from polyamory to alimony.

- MIMI: Oh.
- (MIMI AND MARTY CHUCKLING)

MARTY: Man, your boss
sounds mentally retarded.

So, what happened to him?

Oh. Uh...

He and his concubine are now cramped
in a tiny one-bedroom condo.

But I'm guessing he's happy.

She's blonde, 23, with a brand
new pair of fake breasts.

Ugh! How can men
stand fake breasts?

(FAKE GROANS)
Why are women always

talking about "fake tits"
this "fake tits" that?

I mean, listen.

Girls, if it's a decent boob job,
who fuckin' cares, you know?

My mom, she's got,
uh, false teeth.

Okay? When she smiles, do
people give her shit and say,

"Oh, my God!
Look! Fake!"

No, they don't!

They say, "Wow!
You look way better now.

"It's an improvement."

You know, you women, you're
so catty, so competitive!

Calm down, Tubby dearest.

00:41:11,280
(EXHALES SHARPLY)

No one, I was just
checking my voicemail.

And what does
your voicemail say?

That you're a lousy liar,
Chris Vanowen?

What are you talking...
ls something wrong?

You tell me, Chris.

Alison, I...
I'm going to bed.

Alison!

DANA: Excuse me.
That's not thinking.

It's called following
your dick around.

Okay, two kinds of articles
in Cosmo month after month.

One, men are pigs.

Two, how do I seduce
a pig to chop my wood?

- DANA: I don't read Cosmo month after month.
- MARTY: Well, I do.

(CHUCKLES) I don't...
Well, I do.

DANA: And I find it
strangely compelling.

You know what I find
strangely compelling? What?

Your eyebrows.
(DANA CHUCKLING)

00:47:48,004
Hello?
Who is it?

Who is it?

It's a realtor
who wants to come up.

Somebody listed
the loft for sale?

What?

Oh, Jesus fucking...

Listed the loft?

She said she has an
appointment with a Deakins...

Sarah Deakins.

(STAMMERS) Who's Sarah Deakins?

Wait. Who the hell is
trying to sell our loft?

You know her, Marty.

What?

You know her, and so does Luke.

Sarah Deakins is
lying on the bed.

You guys, I promise, I've
never seen a Sarah Deakins.

That's not true.
You know her.

Why do you keep Saying that?

You met her in San Diego,
the last night, in the bar.

Remember? Dana's friend.

The last night? I was wasted out of
my mind. The whole night's a blur.

(INTERCOM BUZZING) Jesus!

Luke, you remember
her, don't you?

That's Sarah?

You remember Sarah.
You remember her, right?

(STAMMERING) Yes.
I remember Sarah.

But how was I supposed
to know that's Sarah?

Come on, guys!
What the hell's going on?

You guys turned her over and
looked at her face. I did not.

(BUZZING CONTINUES)

Yeah. I think
there's been a mistake.

We don't know anyone
named Sarah Deakins.

Marty, come on!

Who is it? Do we know her?
I don't know.

Fuck!

CHRIS: So, is that all you
wanted to tell us, Vince?

Or is there more?

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

I had a thing with her.

I brought her up
here a couple times.

But I swear on my kids,

I had nothing to do with this.

Would you just fuckin' tell me?

Were you here
with her last night?

Were you the one who let her in?

I broke up with her last night.

I swear she was
alive when I left.

It still doesn't explain
why someone listed the loft!

Something special
or just browsing?

(SCOFFS)

Why don't you return my phone calls?
00:56:34,163
Shit! Okay.

Philip, give me the keys.

The bitch is gonna
go to the cops, man.

Gimme the keys to the handcuffs.

She's gonna go to the cops!

The keys!

You want the key?

He made me do things
that I didn't want to do.

Shut up! Shut up!

Easy.

What? You want more money?
That's it, right?

It's all about the money, huh?
It's all about the fucking money!

Here's your fucking money!
It's right there!

Jesus Christ! What the fuck
is the matter with you?

Have you lost your fucking mind?

She's a whore, Chris!

- Do you know what a whore is?
- Shut up!

You can't rape a whore!
You can't rape a whore!

You can't rape...
Shut the fuck...

You don't treat a woman
like that! You got it?

Not any woman!

Don't fuckin' touch me, all right?
Cool it!

What the fuck's the matter with you, man?
You're putting us all at risk!

(SOBBING) I want police.
He hit me.

Shut up.
01:05:37,206
"Mimi, you've gotta
talk to him."

CROUPIER: Blackjack!

Oh! Well,
look at that, Tubs,

your first-ever
winning streak.

Just remember, dear heart,

half of it is mine.

(INDISTINCT CHEERING)

(EXCLAIMING IN EXCITEMENT)

You gave Zoe a ticket for tonight?
Philip, let go.

I keep her away from
bullshit like this,

and then behind my back...

Christ, Phil, she's almost
20 years old.

What are you, her father?

Did you see her?
She looks like a whore.

(CHUCKLES)
I thought you like whores.

Yeah. Let her have some fun.

If you'll excuse me, I'm
about to have some fun, too.

I'm kind of on a roll.

Yeah?
Yeah. Yeah.

I hope you win big time.

You'll need it with all the shit
you've been packin' up your nostrils.

(SCOFFS) So you noticed a tiny
fraction of your stash went missing?

Yeah. If you don't like it,
file for divorce.

I haven't ruled that out. Don't
forget about our pre-nup, loser.

(SCOFFS)

While you're at it,
go play some blackjack.

Could be your last best
chance at paying the rent.

Can I get some dice over here?

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

Hands-off.
Excuse me.

(ALL CHEERING)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Anne?

Anne?

We need to talk.

Yeah? About what?

Your pal, the architect.

He's playing with fire.

(TOILET FLUSHES)

I'd actually rather talk about Anne.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

I'll pass along your
message to Vincent,

but I'd like something, too,
Mr. Kotkin.

I'd like for you to
stop seeing Anne.

And why would I do that?

Because I love her.

Then we have more
in common than we thought.

I'd like you to stop paying her.
I want you to let her go.

That's really not up to me.

Fact is,
it's totally her choice.

Except I never paid for her.

Well, that's true.

You never paid.

ANNE: Stop it, Joel.

I'm going.

What did he mean by that,
"You never paid"?

I don't want to love you, Chris.

Is he saying someone's
paying you to be with me?

You're the only one
who can hurt me.

Anne?

Tell me it's a lie.

(SOBS)

The first time, it was paid for.

Every other time, that
was real, that was me.

But who paid?
I can't...

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

PHILIP: Excuse me.

Come on, Zoe, let's go.
I'm fine here.

I'm asking you to
come with me. Come on.

And I'm asking you to stop.

Did you not hear the lady?
Mind your business.

Stop!

What, are you deaf
or just a dick, huh?

I don't know, man.

What does it say up here?
"Deaf" or "dick"?

Help me out.

(GRUNTS)

ZOE: Philip! Stop! Don't!

Fuck!

- Come on!
- HIRAM: Excuse me. Thank you.

ZOE: You're just like Dad!
Shut up!

ZOE: You are just like him! Somebody
get this guy an ambulance.

I never want to see you again,

not in my home and not near my daughter.
Do you got that?

Get him the hell out of here.

Okay, folks! Let's get back to
the gaming tables, shall we?

(SOBS)

Hey, it's okay.

I'm sorry.
Hey, it's okay.

Let's go.
Let's get out of here.

It's not what you're thinking.

And what am I thinking?

She's my friend's sister, okay?

Are there more? Besides
me, her, and your wife?

What's the grand total?

VINCENT: Look, I can't have
this conversation here.

Barbara's standing
right over there.

Do you love me?

Of course I love you.
I'm crazy about you.

But would you choose me?
If you could?

You know it's not that simple.

Come meet me at the loft tomorrow, okay?
We'll talk it through.

You're right.
It's not that simple.

But maybe I can make it simple.

What do you mean?

Maybe I can help you
make that choice.

Sarah...

Sarah.

Sarah!

Sarah!

(GRUNTS)

LUKE: I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

(SOFTLY) Don't do it, Sarah.
You'll regret it.

They found out.

(ECHOING) They set us up.
They set us up.

Our wives, they...

They set us up.

Why, Vincent?

They...

They found out. They found
out about the loft.

Why would you do it, Vincent?

We're your friends.

(GRUNTS)

VINCENT: No...

Why did you do it?

(VINCENT BREATHING HEAVILY)

No... It was our wives.
They found out.

No, it's your friends.

We found out.

What's going on?

You still don't get it.

(GROANING)

All right, strip him.

What are you doing?

You are a total
fucking psychopath.

I did what you told me.

I didn't tell you to
fucking cut her open!

That wasn't a part of the plan.

And the Latin on the bed?

Like the cops are gonna
believe that bullshit.

Then you should've
done it yourself.

Come on. Let's do this.

What'd you give me?

PHILIP: What you deserve.

You killed Sarah?

No. We just found her.

What?

We were here this morning, Vincent.
Before you arrived.

(SIGHS)

MARTY: Jesus Christ.

LUKE: At first I thought
she was sleeping.

CHRIS: Vincent knows her?

She left him this.

"See you in the next life."

Why did she have to do it here?

We gotta call the cops.

They investigate suicides.
This is all gonna come out.

Guys, wait.

Can't we find out where she
lives and leave her there?

LUKE: Jesus!
Philip!

Come on, we have to
help out Vince!

Yeah. Speaking of which, where the
fuck is Vince? Isn't this his problem?

Hmm...

Vincent isn't here because“.

- Because I didn't call him.
- CHRIS: You didn't call him?

Why didn't you call him?

There's something
I have to show you.

You've been taping us?
You fucking pervert!

You can beat the crap
out of me later.

We don't have much time,
and you need to watch this.

(PANTING)

Maybe you'll get a new perspective
on what happened upstairs.

Maybe you'll agree, we shouldn't
take the hit for Vincent's fuckup!

You see, Vincent...

Vincent hasn't always been
a good friend.

(INDISTINCT MOANING OVER RECORDING)

(WOMAN MOANING)

No.

MIMI: God!

Hey, maybe I already got even.

Or maybe Vincent,

the night you sent him over for
that tragic heart-to-heart.

It's okay.
(MARTY SOBBING)

They got here late, the night
he went to talk to her.

She was drunk, Marty.

He took advantage.

(SNIFFLES)

Wow! Your little sister's
seriously hot.

Hey...

How long has it...
It doesn't matter.

How long?

(MOANING)

He started seeing her
right after your wedding.

They met here
on a regular basis.

If I'm not mistaken,
he was her first.

Fuck!

Gorgeous, huh?

ANNE: The people you love,

they're the only ones
who can hurt you.

LUKE: He paid Anne

to let you seduce her,

put the hook in, so you'd want

a share of the loft.

The first time, it was paid for.

VINCENT: Have fun.

Chris, please. You don't
know the half of it.

All right? Just go home.

LUKE: He used her, Chris.

Just like he used everyone.

Everyone.

PHILIP: I'm gonna kill that
son of a bitch.

Vincent can't sense anything
is up when he walks in.

We have to try and remain calm.

We're gonna get
questioned by the cops.

That's why we can never admit
we're sharing this loft.

Or they'll try to turn us
against each other.

Okay. I think this can work.

As long as we follow the plan.

Chris?
01:20:03,890
My own friends!

(SIGHS)

Am I gonna die?

No, Vincent,
you're not gonna die.

Sarah lured you here
and drugged you.

Then she killed herself, with you
by her side. "Fate will unite us."

But you're gonna survive.

'Cause we're friends, aren't we?

VINCENT: So, you see,
it was a setup.

Sarah and I were set up.
The whole thing was staged.

HUGGINS: Still sounds a little
unbelievable, don't you think?

Unbelievable.
But it's the truth.

Yeah. My line of work,
you gotta prove the truth.

And you prove it
with facts and findings.

Fact is, we only found your prints
and those of Sarah Deakins.

Yeah, because they
wiped the place clean.

HUGGINS: And we have the DVDs
of all your sexual exploits,

with your prints all over them.

Luke made those DVDs. I never even
saw 'em, let alone touched 'em.

Yeah. But we got no DVDs
of your friends.

No DVDs of Marty's wife.
No DVDs of Philip's sister.

No DVDs of Chris' girlfriend.
All right?

Facts and findings,
Mr. Stevens.

And we got no evidence
that you were being set up.

All right. Ls there anything
we've forgotten?

Yeah. To follow
the fuckin' plan.

Why didn't you just
handcuff her?

She was already dead.

That's still no reason
to mutilate her.

She killed herself!
I just made it more dramatic.

Yeah. Well, you better hope your
dramatics don't put us in jail.

(SIGHS)

Look. Just lean on 'em
a little bit.

Marty will break.
Maybe Luke, too.

Look. Don't tell me how to
do my work. All right?

We've questioned them all.

I got no reason
to believe they've been lying.

Plus, all your friends
have alibis.

Alibis? Not for this morning,
they don't.

COHAGAN: We got Luke Seacord and
Chris Vanowen together at breakfast.

We got Marty Landry
at his office. All right?

VINCENT: At his office?

Look, for at least an hour this
morning, we were all in the loft.

So was Phil.
What about Phil?

Actually, he's downstairs right
now with his father-in-law.

Fry?

What the fuck's Fry doing here?

He just gave a statement,

saying that he was with
his son-in-law all day.

That is bullshit!
That is a false statement!

HUGGINS: And why would he lie?

Hiram Fry brings
a lot of credibility.

"Credibility"? I saw Fry in
San Diego with some bimbo!

Okay? Phil knew that.
He knew I pressured Fry

into giving me
a waterfront contract.

So you tried to
blackmail Hiram Fry?

COHAGAN: Mr. Stevens,
enough of this crap.

We got your prints all over the DVDs,
we got 'em all over the knife.

We got you chained next to the
dead girl on the bed. All right?

Call your lawyer, make a
confession and save your ass!

You're free to go.

I want to thank you
for your cooperation.

You understand we had to check
out your friend's story.

Of course. It's your job.

There's just...

There's one thing
that's bothering me.

Why does Vincent Stevens keep
accusing his best friends?

I don't know.
It bothers me, too.

Hmm.

Could it be, I just wonder,

do you think he's trying
to hide something else?

What would he be hiding?

Sarah Deakins' murder.

Murder?

The detective in the interrogation
called it a suicide.

Well, that's what
it looked like.

But the autopsy report revealed that
sleeping pills didn't kill her.

And her wrist was cut,
but not by Sarah.

Hesitation marks,
those tentative attempts...

The first ones before a suicide
actually slashes through an artery.

The coroner didn't find
those on her.

But Vincent, he would never...

His prints are on the knife.

We didn't find a suicide note.

Is there something wrong?

(RAINDROPS PATTERING)

01:27:35,326
It's over, Chris.
We pulled it off.

We got nothing
to worry about now.

But Why'd that note disappear?

The only real proof
of her suicide.

(BELL BUZZES)

CHRIS: Hello?

Says she's got an appointment
with someone named Sarah Deakins.

MARTY: Who's Sarah Deakins?

CHRIS: ls it because maybe
she didn't write it?

Maybe it's your handwriting.

Vincent fucked us all.
You saw...

Yeah, I saw.

All the DVDs that
made everybody crazy

went right along with your
grand plan, didn't it?

But why, Luke?

What did you do to that girl?

Did she get in your way,
between you and Vincent?

Actually, it was Vincent

standing between us.

Is there someone else?

LUKE: I'm not cheating on you,
Ellie.

Sarah, wait!

Forget Vincent. He is
better at games than you.

Always was, always will be.

01:31:41,681
It's about time
we turned the tables!

Well, he's being charged
with murder.

Yeah.

Sarah wasn't dead
when we left her with Philip.

No.

No. You're lying.

No.

That's not possible.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(PHILIP GRUNTS)

What Philip did to her

was sick!

You're sick, Luke.

But, if I'm hearing you right,

it was your brother

who killed Sarah.

Okay, Chris.

Go home.

I'll clean up.

Like always.

No.

No more cleaning up, Luke.

Step outside.

Luke.
Now.

CHRIS: Jesus. Let me help you, Luke.
Please!

You're gonna kill me, too?

It's your own fault.

What do you want me to do?
Jump?

Yes. If you don't mind.
(CHUCKLES)

Luke, you don't need to do this.

Jesus Christ, Luke!
Will you stop it?

I don't want to hurt you, Chris.

I really don't.

So just do it.

Now!

01:35:54,086
MARTY: Because she's
laughing at his jokes?

MIMI: No. I'm telling you
they're having an affair.

Since when are you
the big expert on affairs?

Really?

Thanks for taking
me back, Meems.

(CHUCKLES)
What was my alternative?

To leave you wailing
at the front door,

with snot pouring out of your nose?
(CHUCKLES)

Sorry. Didn't mean
to scare you off.

I have the kids early
tomorrow, so I gotta go.

You're gonna leave me here
alone with my wife? (CHUCKLES)

Yes. We could at least
have one more drink.

There'll be plenty more drinks.
Good night, Meems.

Good night, Chris.

(CAR UNLOCKING)

ANNE: Chris?

Anne.

Hi.

Hi.

(CHUCKLES)

You look good.

Thank you. You, too.

Listen. I still have a key.

Do you want it back?

It wouldn't work anymore.

Vincent's living there
alone now.

It's the only thing
his wife let him keep.

And Philip?

He's awaiting trial.

We'll see.

And you?

Are you doing okay?

Yeah. Most of the time.

And the rest of the time?

I heard you ditched
the city councilman.

That's not all I've given up.

Uh, do you wanna grab
a cup of coffee?

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