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Deceptions (1990)

Are you all packed?

Yeah, uh, just about.

Come on, now wait a minute.
You're gonna make me late for my plane.

- You're gonna make me late for my plane.
- So, be late.

I can't, okay?

Well, on second thought.

Pook, Jesus, you nearly
scared me to death.

Look at the mess you've made,
come here.

Hey, what are you doing?

Oh, my, God.

Douglas.

Oh, my, God.

And that's, that's all.

Mrs. Erickson,

did you have any idea that your
husband wanted to kill you?

No, I love...

Loved him.
And I thought he loved me.

Detective Gentry,
they're here for the body.

Uh, excuse me.

If forensics is finished,
tell 'em to go ahead.

Mrs. Erickson,
something, uh, bothers me here.

I gotta be honest with you.
You say your husband left this morning

on a business trip to San Francisco,
then he comes back here tonight,

breaks in and tries to
murder you with a knife.

And yet he forgets that he
left a 357 magnum revolver

in his bedside table drawer.

Now that seems...

Well what, Nick? It's inconsistent.

- What are you implying?
- I'm not implying anything.

You're saying that I wanted to
kill my husband?

She's hysterical now.

Mrs. Erickson,
I know what you've been through.

Maybe we oughta continue this tomorrow
when you feel a little better.

Let me tell you something, officer.

My husband didn't know it was there.

It was at the shop being repaired.

I went and picked it up
and I forgot to tell him that...

I forgot to tell him.

Way to go, Harley.

Hey, I'm not in the comfort business,
that's for the undertaker.

I'm in the truth business.

Yeah, well there's
not a lot to be gained

by making her into a
hostile witness either.

If she's guilty, she's already hostile.
Just ask her husband.

So, what do you think?

I think she did it.

You think everybody did it.

Everybody did do it,
they just ain't been caught.

Oh, you've got it all figured out?

Well, I don't know, Nick.

Maybe he left the gun in the drawer
because he was fair minded

and wanted to give her a fighting chance.

- What do you think?
- I think I'm gonna keep an open mind.

You gotta watch that,
who knows what'll blow through there.

All the different lines come right here,
we've got cable, security, what not.

He knew which ones to cut.
Hell, it was his house.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I thought you said that she did it.

Now you're telling me the
husband planned the whole thing?

Did you ever hear of supposition?

What?

Supposition, you know,
suppose this, suppose that.

Ask yourself one question.

This girl,

is a walking wet dream.

Why would anyone wanna put a
end to something that sweet.

You know, you're right.

She's too pretty to be innocent.
Let's fry her.

Come on, you got my
opinion, what's yours?

Well, I think Mrs. Erickson
is one hot lookin' woman

with a lot of money and a
lot of time to spend it.

Just my type.

She's your type all right.

She just offed her husband.

Yeah, well at least she's single.

No, no, they're all good.

Well, I'm pleased with everything.

Well, I just thought that
there was another roll.

No, well if we could just
see some more of the room.

Uh-huh.

So there is another room?

Yeah, yeah.

No, thanks a lot, no.
We really appreciate it.

Uh-huh. Yeah, all right.

What's this?

You got enough chemicals
in that danish to preserve a fart.

The body is the temple of the soul.

You wanna take a dump in your temple,
be my guest.

All right, you wanna
hear what we got so far?

Not particularly.

Douglas Erickson checked
into the Mark Hopkins Hotel,

yesterday morning, 10:30 a.m..

No one at the desk can identify him.

But he did use a credit card
and he signed the guest register.

So, what'd they find in the hotel room.

It's what they didn't find.

No receipt for a second
set of airline tickets.

Just Erickson's bags filled with clothes.
Oh, and an appointment book.

Oh, that's interesting.
They find anything in the book?

I already checked.

No San Francisco appointments,
no San Francisco phone numbers,

no San Francisco contacts.

You know, that just doesn't figure.
Guy plans on killing his wife,

you're gonna think he wants to
come up with a better alibi.

Well, the appointment
book doesn't prove anything.

Maybe the guy was a bad record keeper.

Sure. That's how he got rich?

Okay, so one of us has
gotta go to the airport,

check on his travel reservations,
see if we can find his car.

And one of us has to go
all the way back out there

and take Mrs. Erickson's statement.
Which one do you want?

- Let's.
- All right.

Heads.

Sorry.

"Glass Installers"

"Door is open. Please come in
and get started. Mrs. Erickson"

Mrs. Erickson?

I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to startle you.

Oh, that's all right.

I often go for a swim in the morning.

The water's cool.
It really revives you.

It's nice.

I mean the...

It looks like a good life.

Please, come in.

Can I get you something to drink?

No, you're a cop and you're on duty,
so you don't drink.

Well, I need a drink.

Bourbon.

I'm trying to adjust my thinking.

Trying to see things the way they are.

It's funny,

the world doesn't look any different.

Mrs. Erickson,

I know how you're feeling,

and I know that stirring things up
like this, can be very painful,

but I have to finish taking
your statement for our report.

Of course.

Why don't we sit in here.

Now then,
what is it that you wanna know?

Well...

You said last night that your
husband's gun

had only recently returned
from the gun shop.

- When was that?
- Couple of weeks ago.

I don't remember the exact date.

I do have an invoice
around here somewhere, I can get it.

No, no. That's not necessary.

- I just need a name.
- Oh, um...

Santa Monica Gun and Rail,
something like that.

It's on Lincoln Boulevard.

And the owner called you?

I imagine he's the owner.

- But he called you?
- Yes.

Is that important?

It tends to substantiate that the gun
was in the house by circumstance,

that the time and date of its return,
were not under your control.

I don't understand.

Why is that important?

Um...

It suggests that there was
no premeditation involved

in your husband's death.

That man last night,
that police officer.

Detective Kessler.

He was so...

- Am I under suspicion for...
- Mrs. Erickson...

Every possibility is considered
in a murder investigation.

I loved my husband, Sergeant.

I loved him, passionately.

And if he hadn't of been
wearing a mask,

I don't think I could've
pulled the trigger.

Mrs. Erickson, I know
this is painful for you,

but I have to cover this territory.

Did you ever suspect your husband...

That there was another woman?

No.

I don't think so.

I don't know what to
believe about my husband.

Not anymore.

Mrs. Erickson,

right now, it looks as though
your husband tried to kill you

in cold blood.

Now there has to be a reason for that.

I need you to help me
find that reason.

I don't know.

I don't know why my
husband didn't love me.

Mrs. Erickson, is there
anything that I can...

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.
I've gotta get a grip on myself.

No, it's okay, really.

Look, is there anything that
I can get for you? Some...

No, I'll be all right.

Oh, it's a prescription.
I take them for...

I get depressed sometimes
and they calm me down.

I'm sorry, but do you think
we could finish this tomorrow?

It's just that right now I'm...

Are you sure
you're gonna be all right?

I'm fine, believe me.
I'm fine.

"Sherman Pharmacy. Dilaudie"

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Yes, may I help you?

Yeah, a woman bought these here
and I need to know what they are.

All right.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Erickson.

It's Dilaudid, that's a trade name.
It's like Seconal but stronger.

Can you tell me how many
times she's had that refilled?

I'm afraid that's
confidential information.

I'm a police officer.

Oh, yes of course.

Her doctor okayed two refills
this week.

You know, that's more than enough.

Is Mrs. Erickson all right?

Yeah. Yeah, I think she's fine.

- Thank you.
- Yes.

You've reached the home
of Douglas and Adrienne Erickson.

We can't come to the phone right now,

but if you'll leave your name,
your number, and the time you called,

Douglas or I will get back to
you as quickly as possible.

Mrs. Erickson,

Adrienne, this is Nick Gentry.

Look, I know that you're going through
a very difficult time right now.

If you need anything at all,
anything,

please call me anytime.

Jesus, this guy was in deep.

Either he had a lot of money
and didn't mind losing it,

or else he was playing with
somebody else's scratch.

Hey, check this out.

He was kiting funds from one
investment account to another.

Looks like he was...

He was trying to cover his losses.

See this one here?

That's it, she's open.

Hey, Jack...

- On the dotted.
- Oh, yeah.

Thanks.

Life insurance policy.

Douglas and Adrienne Erickson,
$2,000,000.

Sergeant Gentry,

I want you to understand,

it has nothing to do with you.

It's...

It's after Douglas and
what's happened...

I'm afraid it's just too late.

It's all it's...

I wanted to.

I never wanted anything
as much in my life.

It's just that...

I couldn't.

I just couldn't.

Please, don't leave me.

Douglas.

What are you doing?

Stop it.

Ow, you're hurting me.

Wait, not like this.

Gently.

What time is it?

About 6:00.

Sleep well?

So...

What now, officer?

This case has gotta get wrapped up.

I thought you said you
had it all wrapped up.

Yeah, well there still
was some procedural things

that have to be taken care of.

And we have document every step,
your husband took that night.

The only things missing
are the rental car

and his return plane
ticket to San Francisco.

Until we find those, officially anyway,
this case remains open.

And you are still a suspect.

Well, you better hurry up.

Right.

Well, are you sure they
checked all the alleys?

I don't know, a rental car probably.

Uh, something non-discreet.

No.

No, no, keep it up one more day,
yeah.

It's been 48 hours.

If that car was out there,
it woulda shown up by now.

You know, we could file the
report without the rental car.

- The DA will have a canary.
- Oh, fuck the DA.

That's easier said than done.

Hey Gentry, there's a woman here
to see you. Mrs. Erickson.

All right, so bring her in.

Play your cards right, and I bet you
can slice off a piece of that.

You're telling me you're not interested?

Well, maybe I am then?
What do you think about that?

I think you should shut the fuck up.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Come on in.

Mrs. Erickson, I'm kinda surprised
to see you here. Sit down.

Can I get you something?
Coffee, soft drink?

How about some herb tea,
I got some chamomile here.

Oh, no thank you, officer.

- I'm sorry, I've forgotten your name.
- Jack, Detective Jack Kessler.

- Good afternoon, Detective Kessler.
- Good afternoon, Mrs. Erickson.

So, what brings you to
the station, Mrs. Erickson.

Well, I decided to pay some
bills to keep my mind occupied

and I came across
something in our receipts.

Something odd.

Uh... I'm afraid I don't understand
the significance of this.

Well look at the box with
the license plate number in it.

Well, you know, some gas stations
write in the license plate number.

Yeah.

But this one isn't for our car.

I don't know if it means anything.

I just thought it was strange,
that's all.

It was dated just last weekend.

Mrs. Erickson, you may have
just handed us the break,

we've been waiting for.

Nice and clean.

Bingo.

Airline tickets made out to Phil Golden,

round trip from San Francisco
International to LAX and back.

One of them is expended
on the night of the 14th.

I was right.
He didn't rent a car, he bought it.

- Careful son of a bitch, wasn't he?
- Yeah, well not careful enough.

Let's pop the truck.

Clean.

Well I guess that
about wraps it up, huh?

- Yeah, I guess.
- What's the matter?

- Oh, nothing. Nothing's the matter.
- Don't bullshit me, what's the matter?

Okay, if you were married
to Adrienne Erickson,

could you bring yourself to kill her,
just for money?

Uh-uh.

A guy like Douglas Erickson could've
found an easier way to turn a buck.

Now, if there was another reason,

like a girlfriend,

now that I could believe.

Nah.

Nah, I don't buy it.

I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking with a
wife like her at home,

who needs another lady?

Well let me tell you something, pally,
people always want what they don't got.

Here.

Thank you.

For instance, the guy has
a beautiful woman at home,

he goes out, sleeps with dogs,
the ugliest woman he could find.

Or maybe he wants a brunette or red head,
'cause the little woman is a blonde.

So what are you saying?

Are you saying we gotta go out
and look for his accomplice now?

We gotta go out and look
for Erickson's girlfriend?

Nah, this shit's too good,
let's go home and file this sucker.

- Right.
- Forget about it.

Lester Fenady, can I help you?

Detective Jack Kessler, Mr. Fenady,
from the LAPD.

Do you remember
selling a roundtrip ticket

to San Francisco on
the 10th of this month?

I sell a lot of tickets, officer.

If you could give me a number,
I'll bring it up on the computer

and maybe it'll ring a bell.

One, D as in dog, 4971663.

Oh, yeah. I remember this one.
Paid in cash.

- Uh, you think you can identify him?
- Nope.

No? You just said that you
remember him?

It wasn't a man, it was a woman,
and she I can identify.

Excuse me. Hey Nick, post time.

- What's up?
- Case isn't closed.

- That's her.
- You mean like this?

- You're good.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Looks like I was wrong.

- About what?
- Erickson's girlfriend.

Oh yeah, how's that?

She's no dog.

Nick.

Hi.

Is something wrong?

No, no, there's nothing wrong.

We found the car.

Then it's over?

This whole ugly mess is behind us.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's over.

- Are you coming?
- No, I don't feel like it right now.

I'm gonna relax, kinda unwind.

- I'll take a shower later.
- All right.

Well, just so you know what
you're missing.

"Deceptions"

- Nick.
- Hm?

Is there something
you're not telling me?

Something about Douglas?

We think that he was seeing someone.

We just don't know who it is.

The first time I met Douglas,
he said that I reminded him of someone.

A woman he'd gone out with before me.

Her name was Marta.

He said we looked so much alike
that we could've been sisters.

I didn't know you smoked.

There's a lot of things
you don't know about me.

I was married to a man
for almost five years.

I thought I knew everything about him,

- and then...
- And then he tries to kill you.

So tell me about this girl.

Well, it was a few months
after we were married,

and this crazed woman came
bursting into the house,

saying that Douglas was
madly in love with her

and that I should let him go.
She threatened me.

And when I told Douglas about it,
he was furious.

He stormed out of the house,
I'd never seen him so angry.

And when he came back, he said
that she'd never bother us again.

- Did she?
- No.

Nick, you should've seen
the look in her eyes.

She wasn't about to give up.

Come on, I wanna show you something.

"Description of ticket purchaser
as described by Lester Fenady"

That's her.

What's going on, Nick?
What did she do?

We think she was your
husband's accomplice,

that she helped him setup an alibi.

- She does look like you.
- Yes, I know.

You thought it was me?

I didn't know what to think.

Now?

Now, what do you think?

I think your husband had
incredible taste in women,

but I think mine is better.

- What's the matter?
- You don't know her.

- You don't know how crazy she is.
- She's not gonna do anything.

What if she comes after me?

- She's not going to come after you.
- She was in love with Douglas!

She blames his death
on me, I know she does!

Look, she's not gonna do it,
but if she tries, I won't let her.

All right?

Hey, you gotta trust me, okay?

Okay.

Yeah?

- Harley, it's me.
- What took you so long.

Yeah, I'll tell you about it later.

Look, I've been going over Erickson's
phone bill, I think I got something.

Oh yeah, what?

Calls made from his Beverly Hills office
to a residence in San Pedro.

All of them made after 7:00 p.m.,

most of them Tuesdays,
Wednesdays or Thursdays.

- Our mistress.
- Bingo.

- You got an address?
- Hey, is the Pope a communist?

I'll race you there.

- Want me to call AAA?
- No, it's just cold, that's all.

- Hey, Scotti, where's Mr. Personality?
- Bedroom.

- Harley.
- In here, Nick.

I thought you might like to know,
I got some dirt on Erickson's mistress.

Oh, good.

What is it?

Former girlfriend.
First name Marta, last name unknown.

Who's the source?

Mrs. Erickson.

I guess she was sitting on it.

So, uh...

What, uh...

Inspired her to become so civic minded?

I was telling her we had an ID

on the woman who bought the
return airplane tickets, she just...

I hope you didn't tell
her who made the ID.

Now what do I look like
to you, a fucking rookie?

But, you showed her the picture?

Well, how else was she
supposed to make the ID?

She say anything else?

What do you mean, did she say
anything else? Like what?

Like how the picture just
happened to look a lot like her?

Oh, don't give me that look.

What do you think,
just because I didn't mention it,

I didn't notice it?

Look, just what are
you getting at anyway?

So Erickson had a thing for
pretty blonde girls, huh?

Sure, Mrs. Erickson fits the sketch,

but so could any of a million
other girls living in LA.

Whoa, whoa, okay.

Don't go getting your
nuts in an uproar here.

I'm just thinking out loud, that's all.

Okay?

- So, how's it look?
- Very clean.

Very clean indeed.

- You through over here?
- Aye, there's nothing there.

Ah, it's pretty good stuff.
My girlfriend uses that.

So does Mrs. Erickson.

Bourbon, straight up.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

The traffic was terrible
and then my car overheated.

What's that on your dress?

Oh, I thought that if
I opened the radiator cap

that it would cool the car down.
I almost killed myself.

Here's to you.

I was thinking today,

maybe we should take a trip.

- Have you ever been to the Caribbean?
- No, I've never been to the Caribbean.

I wanted to go, but, um...

- I never got the chance.
- You can do anything you want.

No, I can't. I'm a cop.

And I'm working on a case, remember?

All right.
Have it your way if you want.

But, I hear St. Barts
is incredibly romantic.

- Tell me about Marta.
- I already told you.

Tell me more.

- Like what?
- I don't know, anything, everything.

I don't understand why.

Adrienne, she's out there somewhere,
she's dangerous.

At the very least, she's
an accomplice to a murder.

- Now, I gotta find her before...
- Before she finds me.

Is that what you were gonna say?

I'm sorry, I'm gonna have
to make this call. Excuse me.

Yeah, Harley, what's up?

Yeah, what about him?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I gotta go.

What is it?

- Somebody got killed.
- Who?

A witness in the case.

The, um... Ticket seller.

The guy who did the sketch.

The sketch of Marta.

His girlfriend found him
about a half an hour ago.

She came over and there he was,
in the tub.

- Homicide du jour.
- Accidental death. Clean and simple.

Don't you guys try to
fuck up my case load.

Oh shit, we wouldn't
wanna do that, would we?

You know, I think you oughta know,

this guy was a key witness
in an ongoing homicide investigation.

The way you guys gonna
look at this, homicide?

- I see it accidental death.
- How do you figure that?

He's in the tub,

reaches over there to change the channel
and touches the boombox, it shorts out,

he can't let go of it,
drags it in the tub and fries.

Not fry, poach maybe,

but not fry.

What did you say the
time of death here was?

Rigor mortis ain't even set in yet.

I put time of death between 6:00, 6:30.

Maybe it was an accident.

Maybe.

Nick, I was hoping you'd come.

The water's great,
why don't you come in?

- We gotta talk.
- All right.

- What did you do today?
- What do you mean?

What did you do today?

I went to the market, I came home,
then I took a nap and then you called.

Uh-huh.

Then I drove myself to
the restaurant to meet you.

- The car overheated, I already told you.
- What time was that?

I don't know, 5:30 or 5:45,
something like that.

Then what'd you do?

I told you, I took the radiator cap off
and nearly killed myself.

Oh, that's how you got
the stains on your dress,

that's what you said, right?

That's right.

Now do you mind telling
me what this is all about?

- Did anyone see you?
- Anyone see me, what do you mean?

Did anyone see you?
Were there any witnesses?

- Witnesses?
- Yeah.

Sure, I was right on
the San Diego Freeway,

I'd say there were a
few thousand witnesses.

Do you mind telling me just what it is,
you suspect me of doing, officer?

Oh, let's see,
according to your partner,

I'm already a suspect in killing
my husband, so that can't be it.

Wait a minute.

You think I had something to do
with that man getting killed tonight.

Do you honestly think I'm
capable of murdering someone?

Nick...

No.

No.

"Deceptions"

Hi, I made you breakfast.

Oh, I wish I could stay,
but I gotta go.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

- No, you're gonna make me late.
- So?

Be late.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, I can't do this.
I gotta go.

Want me to call someone?

Oh, no, there's no time,
I'll get a cab.

Well, you can take my car.

All right.

Nick?

You silly little kitty.

Harley, do you copy?

Hear you loud and clear, pally.

Okay.

Hello?

Uh, Mrs. Erickson,
this is Detective Kessler,

I'm afraid I've got some bad news?

What is it?

- It's Nick, there's been an accident.
- Oh, my, God, what happened?

As far as we can tell,
the brakes failed and...

Tell me what happened?

He was, uh...
He was pronounced dead on arrival.

Mrs. Erickson?
Hello, Mrs. Erickson, can you hear me?

Mrs. Erickson?

Nick, there's something
going on with her here.

- Adrienne, don't.
- Nick?

I'm all right.

There was an accident,

I was nearly killed,
but I didn't think it was an accident.

We thought...

I thought you were trying
to kill me so...

Oh, come on for Christ's sake,
don't tell her the whole god damn thing,

what are you doing?

You thought it was me all along,
didn't you?

Adrienne, put the gun down.

And what about Marta?

Oh, let's see now,
she didn't exist did she?

Listen to me.
I'm sorry, now I believe you.

She's just a character I invented
to mislead the police.

I'm not talking about Marta,
I'm talking about you.

- After everything between us.
- Adrienne, please.

- You still thought...
- Give me the gun.

- You still could think...
- Adrienne, listen to me.

- You think I could pull this trigger.
- Adrienne, I love you.

- You do, don't you?
- No, give me the gun.

Nick, behind you!

Shit.

I'll get you a drink.

No thanks.

Look,

there isn't a hell of a lot more
I can say at this point, is there?

There's one thing I...
I don't understand.

How could you have made love to me,
thinking I was a murderer?

You musta had one hell of a
rationalization for that one.

But I guess it's all
part of the job, right?

It had nothing to do with the job.

I just don't know how
you could believe...

Don't you know me?
Don't you know who I am by now?

I said I was wrong, okay?

I'm gonna arrange for 24-hour police
surveillance of the house

so that you don't have
to stay here alone.

Nick...

I never thanked you for
saving my life.

You don't have to.

Part of the job, right?

Right.

Nick...

Don't go.

Don't leave me.

Somebody fucked
with the distributor wire.

I got a call back from DMV.

Erickson's car was sold
about two months ago

at a used car lot in Santa Monica.

"Automatic Full Power 85"

I don't know,
it's not in such bad shape.

- One owner.
- Yeah, one owner after another.

Here it is.

Oh yeah, 79 brown Ford Granada,
sold June 9th, paid cash.

- Was it a woman?
- No, it was a man.

This the guy?

Nah, the guy who bought
the car was maybe 30.

Smaller, you know, not as
beefy lookin' as this guy.

You got a name?

I got the whole nine yards,
but the guy never registered the car,

it's probably bullshit.

That's all right,
we'll take it anyway.

Beavis, Steven Beavis,
12386 Kings Road, West Hollywood.

Actor?

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- That's the right address.
- Should be the Beavis residence.

I guess he hasn't moved in yet.

Yeah.

Yes, sir.

No, I understand that, but...

the thing is she shouldn't
have to leave her house.

- Look, I'll call you back.
- I know we have a manpower shortage.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, I understand.

The fuck I do!

Hey, where do
you think you're going?

- I'm going out to move her.
- No, you're not.

- The fuck are you doing?
- Come on, get inside.

I said you're not going anywhere.
You're gonna stay here and relax.

- Oh, you're telling me to relax?
- Yeah, I'm telling you to relax.

- No, you're not.
- Fuck you! Chill out!

All right.

You're too close to this thing, Nick.

You stay here. I'll go move her.

What the fuck are you looking at?

Hey...

Take care of her.

Asshole.

The woman inside?

Mrs. Erickson?

Hey.

Bet you have some answers, huh?

- Mrs. Erickson?
- I'm up here.

Detective Kessler.

Would you mind telling me
what's going on?

Your partner said, there was gonna be
24-hour police surveillance.

Yeah, there was and now there isn't.

- I'm gonna take you some place safe.
- Look, detective,

I really don't wanna leave my house
if it's all the same to you.

Mrs. Erickson, if it's
all the same to you,

you're in a lot of danger right now.

And if you're in danger,
that means that I'm in danger, too,

and I don't like that.

So why don't you do me a favor and go
pack a little bag and let's get going.

I'm looking for an actor,
his name is Steven Beavis.

- Beavis isn't an actor, it's a part.
- A part?

Yeah, Steven Beavis is
the name of a character in a play.

- What play?
- Velasco's Impertinence in Hell.

- Where's it playing?
- Not anywhere now.

It was at The Main Stage.
It closed a couple of months back.

Believe me, you didn't miss anything,
it wasn't very good.

Yeah, thanks.

I don't know Mrs. Erickson, there's
a couple of things about your story

that I find very intriguing.

For instance, this woman,

your dead husband's girlfriend,
Marta, Marta Rocksland.

That's an interesting name.

I mean, she has no driver's license,
no social security card,

no bank accounts.

As far as I can make out, you're
the only one that knows about her.

"Main Stage Theater"

Excuse me.

You're late, we already cast the part.

I'm not an actor,

but I am looking for one.

A couple months ago you had a production
of Impertinence in Hell, here.

I need to know the name of the actor
who played Steven Beavis.

Paul Basque.
What do you want with him?

You wouldn't happen to
have a picture of this guy, would ya?

I'll look.

Okay, here's the drill.

Do not leave this room.
If you're hungry,

you can call room service,
but you're not to go outside.

Not for any reason, you got that?

You hear me?

Loud and clear.

If you think anything is wrong,
I mean anything,

call this number and have them page
Detective Gentry or myself.

Know the difference between
an optimist and a pessimist?

Take a glass of water, pour out half.

Optimist thinks the glass is half full,
pessimist thinks it's half empty.

You see, it's the same way with cops.

You know the difference
between my partner and myself?

Nick is an optimist,

he always tries to see
the better side of people.

Me?

I'm a pessimist.

You know why pessimists
have bigger noses?

- Tell me, detective.
- It helps us smell out the bullshit.

Even when we can't see it.

Have a nice day, Mrs. Erickson.

Here it is.

- Which one is Basque?
- Here.

He's a fine actor.

You know, I'm gonna need a
picture I can take with me.

You have anything like that?

I'll see if I can find
his eight by 10.

Uh...

This woman here.
Is she in the company?

No, not really.
More of an associate member.

She and her husband have made
some very generous donations.

- What's her name?
- Mrs. Erickson, Adrienne Erickson.

Oh, God, my cat.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to forget about you.

- What are you doing here?
- That's a good question.

I think I'll ask it myself.
What are you doing here?

I don't have to answer
any of your questions.

This is my house
and I don't appreciate...

Let's cut the bullshit, kitty cat.
I want some answers.

Okay, Detective,
what do you wanna know?

Tell me why
you killed your husband.

Adrienne?

- Have you seen Harley anywhere?
- Your messages are on your desk.

He was trying to get ahold of you
and some woman called a couple times.

Homicide, Sergeant Gentry.

- Nick.
- Adrienne, are you okay?

- Nick, I...
- Where are you?

- At my house.
- What?

What are you doing there?

- Where's Harley?
- It's Marta.

Marta?

What about Marta?

Hello, Nick, you still there?

Yeah, I'm listening.

Good, then listen carefully.

If you want to see your
girlfriend in one piece,

show up here in an hour, alone.

No cops, no one.

Harley?

Harley...

Adrienne.

Hold me.

Wait a minute.

Oh, my, God.

It's Paul Basque, from the theater.

You are cold lady.

There never was a Marta.
You made her up.

The two of you planned this
whole thing, didn't you?

Did you fuck him, huh?
Did you fuck him?

Slut.

What were you gonna do anyway?
You were gonna take the money

and you were gonna go
to the Caribbean, right?

Oh, that sounds nice.
That sounds real nice.

Everything you ever told me
was a lie.

Yeah, you killed your husband,
you killed Fenady.

Oh, my car overheated, right.
You tried to kill me too, didn't you?

Yes, yes you did.

You pulled the distributor wires out
of my car so I'd have to use yours.

Then you cut the hydraulic lines
on yours. Didn't you?

You killed Harley, didn't you?
You bitch!

Bitch.

- You bitch.
- Nick, I just saved your life.

I couldn't let him shoot you.

Nick, I love you.

Adrienne.

Adrienne.

Oh, Adrienne, come here.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't, I didn't think.

Adrienne, I love you.

You want me to call someone?

- Oh, there's no time, I'll get a cab.
- Well you can take my car.

My car.

Take my car, take my car.

Nick, he made me do it.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you choose to wave that right,

anything you say,

can and will be used against
you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you can not afford an attorney,

the court will appoint one for you.

You...