Deadly Isolation (2005) - full transcript

Okay, pick it up! Come on!

Over here!

Let's go, boys! We've got them!

Pick it up!

Come on... Yeah, here.

Keep going, boys!

- And right behind me,
somewhere in this forest

is where Patrick Carlson
and Kyle Mumford,

the leading suspects
in last June's

San Francisco Gem Museum
diamond robbery,

have somehow seemed
to disappear.



While the police will
not say so publicly,

they have doubts that anyone can
survive in this wilderness

for very long. For Channel 2
news, I'm Rita Raines.

- Expecting company, Daniel?

- Patrick.

I can't believe it's you.

- You don't recognize me?

- No, it's...

You know the media kept saying

that you guys must be dead
out in the mountains there.

You know, I figured
that guys like you,

you could survive anything.

Did Kyle make it?

- Hey, Danny boy.
Good to see you again, buddy.



- And it's great
to see you guys too.

I mean, you have no idea
how freaked out

I was when I heard the...

when I heard the cops
were on to you.

I mean I checked
the news reports

all the time, you
know, just hoping

for a word that you guys
were alive, you know.

It's a real
relief you're okay.

- Where are the diamonds, Danny?

The diamonds...

we've got a little
problem with that.

Geez!
- Talk!

- Look, I laid low, okay, for
the 6 months like we planned.

Ron had the stones and I...

- You didn't get them from him?!

- This was his show, man.
You know that!

- So, he's got the stones,
you're just hanging out,

and we're freezing our asses off
in the mountains?

- Hey, don't blame me
for that, okay?!

I mean, I just about died when
I heard they were after you!

- Hmmph!
- Now look, I waited

the 6 months, okay,
like we planned,

and I called Ron, okay?

Well, his wife answers

and she tells me that
Ron's dead.

- Explain that to me, Daniel.

- He killed himself.
He killed himself.

- He killed himself!
- Kyle! Kyle!

- He's sitting on 12 million dollars
in diamonds and he kills himself?!

- Kyle! Get off him!
Let him talk!

Danny, Danny,
what happened to him?

- I don't know.
He checked into a motel,

took a whole bunch of
pills, that's all I know.

I swear. Look, I wasn't
expecting him to do that.

Maybe he was just under a lot of pressure,
I don't know.

I mean, think about me, okay?

Look what I was up against.

Ron's dead, the
stones are missing

and I didn't know
where they were, you know?

- But now you know.

- Yeah, I think I do.

His wife must have them.

They've got to be in the house.
Of course she's living there.

There's no...

Look, there's no other
place they could be.

My God.

- I've eliminated all
the other possibilities, okay.

Trust me!

- Good, let's go get 'em then.

- It's not that easy.

It's Branford Island.

It's just off the coast, about
10 miles away from here.

Look, there isn't even a
thousand people there, okay?

Everybody's watching out
for everybody else.

Look, we just show up there,

red flags are going to start
going off all over the place.

I've been thinking
a long time about this.

- You got a plan?

- Yeah, yeah, I think I do.

- Good boy. Yes.

Come, come.

- Hey, Susan. I thought
I'd find you in here.

Lisa. Did you see
Nelson out front?

- Yeah, there was Nelson
and half the men in town

are hanging around
in the street outside.

Do you think
we should sneak out the back?

- No, I think you should
go out the front

and let the rest of
the world see you.

- Okay.
- Well.

- She paints from 9 a.m.
till 2 p.m. every day.

It's like she's on
a schedule or something.

- And how do you know that?

- I put a private eye on it just
to find out more about her.

I told him it was for
a family law case.

It worked like a charm.

And this,

I've got her whole life on
this little computer.

She lives all alone at the tip
of the island,

has few friends,

rarely has any visitors.

- What about Tuesday?
Are we still on?

- Yeah, it's gallery in
Medford day, right?

- Right. - I'll see you later. Susan!
- Hey.

- Well, look who it is.

I swear, if you were a house
I could sell you for a fortune.

- Hey.

Nelson, how are you?
Good boy!

I saw you come into town.

It's been awhile.

- Yeah.
- Hi, Kirby! Fine, thank you.

- Hi, Lisa. Sorry.

Here's that file you wanted.

- Great.
- Sorry it took so long.

- No problem. Thank you.

- Sure. So, how's
everything at the house?

Do you need anything?
- No, everything's good, thanks.

- Okay, well I'll see
you around then.

- Okay. - Bye. - Bye.

- Bye, Nelson. - Bye, Kirby!
- Bye, Lisa.

- Yeah. You know what?
You guys belong together.

You have so much in common, you have so much to talk about.

My God!

My God, you're
cut pretty bad.

Are you okay? Can you hear me?

I'm gonna help.

Can you hold that?

Okay.

Nice and easy.

Yeah...

It's not that far.

Are you okay?

- Yeah, I feel like an idiot.

- No, please don't
feel like an idiot.

Okay.

It's okay.

I'm sorry.

I must have dozed off.

- Keep your hand there.
How do you feel?

- Awful.

- But what happened?

It was windy

and the deck was wet
and I... I slipped.

After that, all I remember is...

you.

- Okay, well I called the doctor

and she's going to be here
really soon, okay?

- Okay.
- But you just stay there and rest, right?

- Okay, thanks.

It's so beautiful here.

- Yeah, how did
you manage to find us?

We usually don't get a
lot of visitors.

I was heading up to
the Canadian coast.

I like to stay pretty close
to the shore, that way

if I see anything I can...

- We're interesting.

So, what's your name?

- God, I'm sorry.
Jeff Watkins.

- Jeff, I'm Susan Mandaway.

- Please to meet you, Susan.

Thank you so much for...

Mandaway. Mandaway?

- Yeah.

- I had a teacher in college
named Ron Mandaway.

- Did you really?
- Yeah.

- What college?

- Cal State.
- My God.

- What?

- That's unbelievable... my...

well, Ron... that's my husband,
Ron Mandaway.

- Tall, good looking guy.
- Yes.

- I think he was an
undergraduate teacher.

- Art teacher.
- I sat in on a couple of his lectures.

- It's unbelievable.
- How is he?

He's...

he passed away.

God, I'm sorry

It's the doctor.

Unbelievable.

- Okay, let's take a look.

- You're in good hands.

Yeah, I'll have
to stitch you.

- Will you have
to shave my head?

- Nope.

- I swear I can feel
it healing already.

- Good.

A couple of stitches
will help it along,

otherwise you'll have a scar.

Okay.

- No, no, don't touch.

- So, how did it go?

- I think you should have just
let me float right on past.

- You'll need to rest
for at least 2 days.

I want to be sure you
don't have a concussion.

- Really?

- Could be. It's hard to tell.

I want you close by
on the unlikely event

that you suffer complications.

- Okay.

- If you like, I can
drop you off at the hotel.

- Actually would it
be all right if I stayed

on my boat tied up to your dock?
She's kind of my baby, and I...

- Yeah... Sure, why not.

- Really?
Thank you.

- Okay, take care.
See you around.

- Okay, thank you.

- I'm going to walk you out.

- Are you sure
about this, Susan?

I mean, you don't
really know him.

- Well, he knew Ron in college.

It'll be fine.

- Check on him periodically
and call me if you need to.

Okay. Wait.

Janet, what's the name
of the medical examiner.

- Steven Cartwright.
- Right.

- Good man. Why?

- Well, I got his
name from Kirby

and I really want
to talk to him.

I'd love it if you could
set up a meeting for me.

- Honey, we know
how Ron died and...

Sure, I'd be glad too.

- Thanks, I appreciate it.

- I didn't think I was going
to be that hungry.

Thank you.

- So, where are you from?

Where's home?

- Highland Park. Do you know
it? It's just outside of Chicago.

- Well, what do you do
in Highland Park,

just outside of Chicago?

- Well, I...

Up until recently I had a
company that designed computer

software: Firewalls and antivirus,
that kind of stuff.

And now?

Well about a month
ago I sold the company

and now I'm in the process
of trying to discover

what I want to do
when I grow up.

- Okay!

- At the very least,
it's a good excuse

for a long, long,
much needed holiday.

That's nice.

No family attachments
to keep you around Chicago?

- I...

I think I'm like the
"eternal bachelor".

It just hasn't really worked out

the way I hoped it would.
- Yeah.

- But tell me about you.

You live in this big
house by yourself?

That's got to be a challenge.

- No, I mean I'm fine.

This house has been
in Ron's family forever.

They used to bring
their kids here for the summer

and we would come when
we were on vacation,

then we just decided to stay.

It's been wonderful.

You know,

Ron took his own life,
that's what happened.

I'm sorry, Susan.

I didn't know that.

It's horrible?

Are you okay?

- Yes, it just...

throbbing.

I think maybe

it's not a bad idea if I
call it a night, you know?

- Yeah, get some rest.
Absolutely.

- Let me clean these up.
- No. No, no. You know what?

Don't worry about it. I've got it.
- Are you sure?

- Yeah. Get some rest.

- Thank you. Thank you so
much. You're... thank you.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Yeah.

- We're in.
- Everything's good?

You got everything you need?

- I've got everything I need.

- Is everything okay?

- Well, Daniel,

that all depends
on your perspective.

- Hello?

Good morning.

Hey, I brought you some coffee.

- Thanks.
- You okay?

Not really.

- You must be freezing to death.

- I think half the blood that I
lost yesterday was antifreeze.

- Let me look at this.

It's healing a little.

Why don't you come in?
We'll get some breakfast, okay?

- Yeah?
- Yeah, definitely, come on.

- Okay.

- Get up slowly though, yeah?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

Okay, here we go.

Did I look impatient?

- A bit.
How're you feeling?

Just a headache.

- Suz, you home?

- Hey.

- Happy days are here again.

- This is Jeff Watkins.
He's a friend.

- I'm Lisa, I'm a friend too.

- Hi.
- Hi, Jeff Watkins.

- What's up?

- We have a lot to talk about.
- Do we?

Yeah, we do.

Listen, you wouldn't
mind would you

- if we handcuffed you to the refrigerator...
- Shut up.

- That way you can't
away while we go chat.

- No problem. I think she's got
handcuffs right there in the drawer.

- Yeah, okay.
Here we go.

- It was nice to meet
you, Jeff Watkins.

- You too. Bye.

- Come on, Nelson.

- So what? He just
washed up on shore?

- Pretty much.

Now I can tell my clients

why beach front
property's so expensive.

I assume you guys have
a thing going, right?

Come on.

He knew Ron in college.

Can you believe it?

Well, what
difference would that make?

I mean, maybe this is God's
way of telling you to get a life?

I happen to like my
life the way it is, okay?

- Okay, okay, okay.
Fair enough.

If you're not interested,
you're not interested.

But whatever you
do, just promise me one thing.

- What's that?

- Just keep him
around past Sunday.

- Why?

- Well, because it'll take
me at least that long

to get divorced from Frank.

- Ha!

Hey.

- Rise and shine.

- Hi.

I'm sorry. How long was
I asleep for?

- About 2 hours.

- Really?

- Yes, and mother always
said if you're weak, eat.

- We must have had
the same mother.

- Hey, you like Keats?

- Yeah. Keats, Stephen King,
I just love to read.

- Yeah, me too.

Hey, I hope that's okay.

It's been a really long
time since I cooked,

well, for anyone other
than myself. What?

- Caramel pasta?

- No, it's pesto.

- I'm just joking.

- It's green.

- It's delicious.
- Good.

Your bet.

Right, okay,

I am going to bet
5 red and 8 yellow.

What do you think?

- You're sure you never
played poker before?

- Yeah, positive.

- So, that means you're
probably not bluffing,

and since I don't
like jellybeans anyway.

- Ha ha ha. Okay.

My call.

What do you got?

- What's it called when you have
2 of a kind and 3 of a kind?

- A full house.

- Okay, I got a full house.

Whoo!

- Very good.

Ron didn't teach you to play?

I'm sorry.

- No.

- Is it better if I just
don't mention him?

- No. It's...

It's just...

It's been a long time
since I had anybody

to talk to about him,

or anyone to talk to at all
for that matter,

except Nelson of course.

- What about your friend
Lisa? She seems pretty nice.

- Yes, she is. She's great.

She says that I don't let
anybody get close.

She's probably right.

- Well, you should
change that fast,

because you're cheating the
rest of the world.

That's a
really sweet thing to say.

Thanks.

Well,

my triumph is complete.

I'll clean this up later and

I think I'm going
to get to bed. I'm tired.

- Okay. I'll just
be on the boat.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Wait a minute! Jeff!

This is crazy.
Just come on back.

You can sleep in one
of the empty bedrooms.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, absolutely.

I mean, I can't have you
freezing to death on my property.

Think of all the
paperwork I'd have to fill out.

- You're sure?

- Yeah. I'm going to sic
Nelson on you.

- Okay.
- Come on, you'll be more comfortable.

Come on.

Come on, Nelson.

Nelson.

This is it.

- There you go.
- It's perfect.

- Yeah, I think you'll
be comfortable.

- I know I'll be comfortable.

- Get some rest.
- I will.

- Okay.
- Good night.

- Hey, Picasso.

- Hey. What's
up, Kirby?

Not much.

- What are you
doing up so early?

- I was driving by and I
wondered if you needed a model.

- Ha ha!
- I work cheap.

- No, it's okay.
- Okay.

- How about a cup of coffee?
- Yeah, I'd love one.

- Yeah? Come in.

There you go, Kirb.

- Thanks, Susan.
- Black, just like you like it.

- Thank you.

- Well, I understand that you
have a houseguest.

The enormous mouth
of Lisa Patterson.

She just mentioned
that you'd taken in a stranger.

Can I raid your jellybeans?

- Yeah, absolutely. You're the
only one who eats them these days.

Anyway, Kirby,
he's not a stranger.

He actually knew Ron in college.

So, he had this
boating accident...

- Hurt his head. I know.

I spoke to Dr. Price.

- Really?

That's quite an investigation
you've got going on?

- Well, whenever somebody
new comes to the island,

I'd like to have a sense of who
they are just in case.

- Kirby, would you like to meet him?
- Yes, I would.

Jeff.

Jeff.

Hey.
- Hi.

- Hi, good morning.

I'd love for you to come
down and meet a friend of mine,

if it's a good time.

- Sure. Yeah.

- Jeff, I'd like you to meet
a dear friend of mine, Kirby.

Kirby, Jeff Watkins.
- Hi, nice to meet you.

- Good to meet you.
How's your head?

It's so much better.

It's better than we thought.
It's healing.

That's great. Yeah,
I noticed your boat out there.

It's a hell of a boat.
- Yeah, it's my baby.

- You from around here?
- Chicago.

- You sail all the way
from Chicago?

- No, I left out of Mystic,
Connecticut, actually.

- And what brings you all
the way up here?

- Holiday. Time off.

- I'll vouch for him, Kirby. You can
release him on my recognizance, okay?

- Hey, look.
I'm sorry about this.

It's just that... well, we like
Susan a lot around here.

We tend to get protective.

- Well, I can see why.

- I'm going to grab that.
- Yeah, I've got to go anyway, Susan.

- Jeff, nice to meet you.
- Yeah, yeah, you as well.

- I look forward
to seeing you around.

- Yeah, me too.
- Hello!

- Bye.
- Bye.

Hey, Lisa, what's up?

- All right, so it's
a classic situation, okay?

The bottom of the 9th,
bases loaded, no outs.

The biggest hitter comes up.

Okay, this guy's huge, huge.

Big, big, big, big, guy.
So, I'm playing shortstop,

so I'm playing just
a little bit...

- Good morning, Kirby.
- Good morning, Maggie.

- Good morning, Kirby.
What's going on, boss?

- Well, there's somebody I want
you to check out, Hank.

- Well, that's the first time in
2 years you haven't

answered the "What's
going on, boss?"

question with,
"Nothing much, Hank."

- Well, I thought I'd
shake things up a bit,

see if you can put
those computer skills

of yours to good use
for a change.

- So, we're running a check on
the guy staying with Susan?

- Man, I hate small towns.

- What's his name.

- His name is Jeff Watkins.
- Okay.

- He says he's from Illinois,
just outside of Chicago.

That's what I got on him.

Why don't you see what
you can dig up? All right?

- Time to go surfing.

- Surf away.

Alright.

- Hey, listen. I'm really
sorry about the way Kirby

grilled you back there.

It's okay. It's
alright. I understand.

- But you know what?

When he was asking you
all those questions...

- Hum, hum...
- I don't know.

It just made me realize how
little I know about you.

- Well... ask away.

- You said you've never been
in a long term relationship.

Why?

- My work, my job, I guess.

- It sounds really lonely.

Favourite music?

- Jazz.

- Favourite

musician?

- Charlie Parker.

- Ha ha ha!
- What?

- It's funny. I mean
on some things

we have really similar tastes.

Favourite sport?

Probably football to watch

and track to actually do.

I ran track in college, so.

- Did you?
- Yeah.

- Hmmph. So, you're fast.

- Not anymore.
- Ha ha!

- Faster than you.

- Yes, I bet you are.

- I can give you a head start.
- No.

- 1, 2...
- I don't want to...

Okay, I give up!

Nelson! God.

My God!

What happened?

- He slipped and he fell.

- We have to do something.
He'll never be able to get out of there!

- All right, I'm going
to go get him.

- Okay. Just be careful!
- I'm going in.

It's all right,
I'm a good swimmer.

- Hey!

We need help!

Come here, please!

Please hurry!

My God.

- Baby! Baby! You're okay?
- Thank you.

- You're welcome.
Good luck to you.

- Are you okay?
Are you okay, baby?

Here, here's this.

Look, I can't thank you
enough for what you did.

- How about we just don't
do anymore racing, okay?

- Yeah.
- Okay?

- Okay. You're
okay, Nelson?

You know, I've got to tell you,

I don't know what I would
have done without you.

Seriously, if you hadn't
been there. Whoo.

- You would have saved
him yourself.

No...

I can't swim.

- Really?

- Well, not more
than a few yards anyway.

Shut up.

- You live on the water
and you can't swim?

- It's totally
ridiculous, isn't it?

- Well, it's okay your
secret, safe with me.

- Okay. My God,
I love that Nelson.

You know, Ron adored him.

- He's going to be fine.

He's an old dog, but he's
going to be right

as rain after a couple of
days at the vet.

- Do you think I talk
too much about Ron?

- No. No, not at all.

Actually, I envy what
the two of you had.

You shared your work

and this place.

There's only a couple of his
paintings in the house,

where are the others?

Ron kept them in
a special place.

- Here at the house?

- Yeah, well
out in the old shed,

there's a kind of workshop

which I have not dealt with yet.

You know everything,

everything he was he put into
his work, you know?

- Yes?

- No, it's silly.

- Come on. What?

- How do you know
when you're in love?

- How...

How do you know
when you're in love?

Well, I think...

You know when
something good happens?

- Hum, hum...

- Something exciting
or something that makes

you proud, even something
that makes you sad, all of it.

You know, when you
really love somebody,

you want to share it with them.

- You're pretty wonderful,
you know that?

Jeff.

- I know. I'm sorry.

- No, wait...

Yeah okay.

Good night.

Jeff...

- Sweet dreams.

- Yeah, you too.

I mean,
he saved your dog.

- It is so damn heroic.
- Right.

- Was he good in bed?

- I don't know, Lisa.
I didn't sleep with him, girl.

- What? Okay, I'm sorry,

but the guy risked his
life to save your dog

and you didn't
even sleep with him?

That is the most ungrateful
thing I've ever heard

and as your friend, I am
personally ashamed of you.

- He kissed me.
- Okay, well that's a start.

- Yeah.
- And...

- And I kissed him back.

- And then?

- That's it. I mean,
that's all that happened.

- Wow, talk about your
raw, unbridled passion.

It was nice.

- Okay, well nice is
good but sex is better.

- I conducted the autopsy
myself, Mrs. Mandaway.

- Yeah, I know that.

I'm just asking you to go over
the case one more time.

- For what reason?

- To help me learn why
he did what he did.

Look, I've been over
this a million times.

I can't make any
sense out of it.

He didn't even leave a note,
I need some answers.

Dr. Cartwright, isn't it possible
that you missed something?

Maybe something that you had
no reason to look for?

- Well, we don't test
for everything.

Only the things that make sense:

Trauma, drugs, things like that.

- Yes, see, that's what I'm
asking you to do.

Just let go of any
preconceived notions

that you might have had and look
for anything and everything.

Look, I realize I'm
asking for a lot.

- The only thing we can do at
this point is more blood tests.

- Thank you.

- Janet said you'd
be persistent.

- I searched probably
half the house,

- I haven't found anything yet.
- Half the house?

Where the hell does she live?
Yankee Stadium?

I'm meeting with
Zimmer tomorrow.

- How'd you get in
touch with him?

- Through Daniel.

Daniel was going to use him
to fence our stones.

- Is Daniel going with you?

- No. Daniel's finished
going places.

- Soon as I knew
you were in place.

- And Zimmer's going to
work with you?

- Yeah, yeah. Zimmer's
going to work with me.

He knows what's good for him.

- All right, let me know
how it goes.

- Hey, I want this wrapped up in
48 hours max, Patrick.

I'm tired of hanging out here.
I'm not kidding, Patrick!

- I'll call you tomorrow.

- Okay, Bill.
Yeah, thanks again. Bye.

- Hey, Kirby. I think I got
something on that Watkins guy.

- What you got?
- Well, there's 3 of them in the Chicago area.

Jeffrey Michael Watkins is
75 and living in a nursing home.

Jefferson Lewis Watkins is a 14 year
old African-American in the 9th grade.

Pretty good student actually.

- Hank.
- Yeah,

Jeffrey Adam Watkins,
32, Caucasian, single.

- Well, that must be
our guy then.

- I don't think so. He's dead.

- What?
- He died about 6 weeks ago in a car accident.

- Go back and look again, Hank.
You must have missed him.

- Okay, if you insist.

- Anything on the
boat: Destiny?

- Yeah, I'm still
waiting on that.

- Okay, let me know.
- Yeah, sure.

- Thanks.

What are you going to have?

I'm going to start with soup.

- Really?
Thank you.

Yeah, it's nice. Thanks.

- Thank you.
- It looks good?

- What? What is it?

- You look sensational.

- You know what?

If you embarrass me I'm going
to go home and change.

- Sorry.

You look barely passable.

- Ha! Ha! Ha!
That's much better.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

- Where is Daniel?

- Daniel decided to take the
rest of his life off.

- This is how you treat
your partners?

- He set us up to get caught.
Somehow I took offence to that.

- Well, you prevented
his capture.

- How's that?

- My information is that the authorities
were becoming aware of his involvement

in the robbery. They eventually
would have gotten to him.

- And how did that happen?

- Daniel possessed a big mouth.
Not the best quality

to have in his line of work.

- Yeah, well his mouth is
shut right now

and the only way the cops
can get to him is with a shovel.

- So, when do you expect
to have the stones?

- Soon.

- My deal with Daniel
was 9 million.

- Your deal with me is 10.

- You don't seem to realize that
the balance of the power

in this transaction
rests with me.

You can't sell these stone
on eBay, you know?

- What you don't seem to realize

is that the balance of power
is always with me.

The price is 10.

- Call me when you take
possession.

- It'll be the first
call I'll make.

- Thank you. It was excellent.

- Thanks.

You look content.

You see what a little company
will do for you.

- Yeah.

So, do you know when
you're leaving?

- Why? Do you want me to go?
- No.

You know, I just... well
time is passing,

and at some point you'll have
to go back to your own life.

And... I just would like a
little advance notice.

- I promise.

- Okay.

- Ready to go?
- Yes.

- You know, - Let me take that
for you.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- There you go.
- Thanks.

I had a really nice time.
- So did I.

- Yeah, it's the nicest
I've had in a long time.

- Well, it doesn't have
to end. There's...

- Jeff, I don't think we...
- There's a deck of cards in the other room.

- Maybe tomorrow, okay?
- Yeah.

- Okay. Good night.
- Good night.

- Wrong number, hot shot.
- What are you doing here?!

- I came to help you count
the diamonds.

- Yeah, well you're early
because I haven't got them yet.

- I'm getting really tired
of hearing that.

I think it's time we inflict a
little bit of pain.

- No. No.
- What do you mean no? - No.

- What do you mean no?!
- Not yet.

- Cops. Zimmer says the cops
were already on to Daniel,

which means pretty soon they
will be on to us.

- All right,
then I'll speed it up.

- What the hell is
taking so long?

- I'll call you tomorrow.
Now get out of here.

Get out of here.

- Hey.

I thought I scared you away.

- No, I just went for a walk.

Just wanted to do some thinking.

- Can I ask you what
you were thinking about?

- You.

- Because I've been
thinking about you too.

- Susan, I don't want to push
you. I don't want to rush you.

- You're not.

In.

- I'm really happy for you
guys. Well, it's lovely.

- It's pretty beautiful.
- Can I freshen

everybody's drink?
- Yes, please.

- I'll have another one.
- So, you're the only

real estate agent on
the whole island?

- You got that right.
- You must be busy.

- Well, it's been a slow decade.

- Most of the houses
on the island

stay in the families for generations,
so not a lot of moving around.

- No.
- What about you, Frank? What do you do?

- I write botanical textbooks.

- It was marry James
Bond or Frank.

- Is anybody else
hungry besides me?

- Starving.
- Very hungry.

- I will see to the steaks.

- I'm going to go give him a hand. Okay? Excuse me.
- Okay.

- All right. So,
still on for the gallery tomorrow? Medford?

- Sure, what time are we leaving?
- 3:30-ish?

- Okay, that's good for me because
I have a closing late morning, so.

- Yeah? Who's house are you closing on?
- I probably shouldn't

tell you this, but it's Cal
Buyers'. He's finally settling

his brother estate.
- Cal Buyers is in town?

- Susan, I don't want to get
involved. I don't... I don't...

- Where's he staying?

- At the B&B.

- All right, all right.
Thanks a lot.

Kirby!
- Yeah, what's up, Hank?

- Yeah, that boat, the Destiny,
it's owned by Seafare Waterway Rentals

out of Gloucester, Mass.
I'm waiting for them

to get back to me
on recent rentals.

- Massachusetts?

He told me he started out in
Mystic, Connecticut.

- Computers don't lie, boss.

- Are you sure you don't
want some help in there?

- No, no, I'm good.
- Okay.

- I really need to invite Frank
and Lisa over for dinner.

I'm always going over there.
They haven't been here in months.

- Well, they don't seem too
worried about it.

- Yeah, that's true.
- The FBI have released this photo

of Daniel Garnet and announced
that he is wanted

for questioning in connection
with a San Francisco

gem museum diamond robbery
last year.

They're calling him a person
of interest in this case

without actually declaring
him a suspect.

Anyone with any information on
his whereabouts is asked

to call the FBI immediately.

- I think I'm going to invite
them Saturday.

Jeff?

- What? What?

- Is Saturday okay?

- Yeah, Saturday's fine.

- Hey, Cal.
- Susan.

- Long time no talk.

What happened?

- Yeah, I'm sorry.
I know you called me.

- Yeah, I did. I called you.
I left you a bunch of messages.

- I know. I know
and you're absolutely right.

I should have called you,
and I was going to call you,

but I didn't know what I was going
to say. I mean, what could I say?

- Ron's your friend, he
commits suicide,

you don't know what to say.
I mean, come on.

How about, "I'm sorry."
How about,

"I know what you're going
through." Something!

- Susan, Ron changed.
- What do you mean he changed?

- He changed. He and I hadn't spoke
but maybe once or twice in months.

- San Francisco?

- Yeah. See, I stopped
trying to figure him out.

I mean, it almost like he could
be two completely different people.

You know, the old Ron
that we knew and then

there was a Ron that
couldn't be counted on.

I know this is
difficult for you, and

believe me when I say I never wanted
to have this conversation with you.

Ever.

- "San Francisco, Las Vegas,
San Francisco"!

- And you never knew
he was in those cities?

- Well, no. I mean, not
most of them.

- Didn't you ever call?

- Well, yeah, but I mean, I always
used his cell phone. It's easier that way.

- You know what, Susan? After
all this time, and after all this stress,

I don't know, maybe you just
forgot where he was.

- Maybe.

So, I won't be long. If you just
want to look around a little bit.

- Yeah, okay, but you know that
art intimidates me, right? So, great.

- Lisa, be brave.
- Susan. Hello.

- Richard.

- How are you?
- Good, thank you.

This is a dear friend of mine,
Lisa. Lisa, this is Richard.

- Hi, Richard.
- Hello.

I hope this is your latest.

- Yes.
- Let me have it.

- Okay.
- They're always so wonderful.

- Okay, excuse us.
- Okay.

- So, what do you think?

- I think you're
getting better with each one.

- Thanks.

It reminds me I have
a cheque for you.

Great.

- You are developing a nice

following and you deserve it.

- Well, thank you,
Richard, although

I'm sure it's more of a
reflection on your salesmanship

than on my painting.

- Nonsense.
- Listen,

Richard, I know that we've
spoken a bit about Ron,

but I realize that I never really
asked you about the last day that you

spoke with him or saw him.

- No, you never really did.
- I guess my question

is, did you notice anything
unusual about the way that

he acted or anything that he
said that might have somehow,

I don't know, been revealing

in any way?

I mean,
it had been

at least 3 months since I'd
seen or spoken to Ron...

- 3 months?

- Yeah.
- No, no, no, Richard,

you sold those two still lives
of his.

You remember?
I mean, he was thrilled.

- Susan. The last sale I did of
Ron's work was at least

4 months before he died
and it was for

under $10,000.

- But I got the money, Richard.

- Susan, I'm not saying he
didn't sell them.

All I'm saying is it must have been
through someone else besides me.

Mr. Wallace.

I'll have to go and
take care of those clients.

- No problem.

... Okay.

Yes? - Mr. Martelli? - Speaking.

- I wanted to talk to you
about my annuity account.

Certainly,
how can I help you?

- Well, what I want to know
is when my husband

originally opened the account,
how was it funded?

- I'm sorry, it's not bank policy
to divulge that information.

- It's not the bank's policy to
divulge where my money came from?

- That's ridiculous.

- I'm really very sorry.

- Well, it's really
not a big deal, Steven.

I'm assuming Ron used
a cheque or a wire transfer.

Can you at least just tell me
what account it was drawn on?

- I really can't tell you that.
It's the bank policy.

- Okay, well
thank you for your time.

- I'm sorry... - I don't understand.
- Me neither.

Let's get out of here.

- Hi, Jeff.

- Yeah, I know. It's you I want to
talk to. Do you mind if I come in?

- Yeah, sure. Come on in.
- Thanks.

- What can I do for you?

- Well, we're a small
community, Jeff.

- Yeah. Yeah, I noticed that.

- I'm sure you did.

But because we're a
small community,

whenever somebody new
comes around,

it's sort of my job as
a law enforcement officer

to check that person out.
I'm sure you can understand.

- Yeah. Yeah. You want
to check me out?

- Well you see,
now that's the thing.

- Have I broken some kind of
local law that I don't know about?

- How come there's no record of
you in the Chicago area?

How come that boat out
there that you say

is yours is actually
a rental out of Massachusetts

and not Mystic, Connecticut like you claim?
- I don't know

where you're getting your information,
but clearly the person

that you've been speaking to does
not know what they're talking about.

- Well, then here's your chance
to set the record straight.

Why don't you start by
showing me some ID,

and maybe the boat registration
while you're at it, please.

- Sure. Yeah, it's down
on the boat.

Come on, I'll show it to you.

Here's the wallet.

- Aaargh!

- Sorry we're getting back so
late. Will Frank be upset?

- Well, he did have to cook his
own dinner, so he might be

at the hospital getting his
stomach pumped.

Are you okay? You've been so
quiet ever since we left the gallery.

- I am. There's just a few
things that I have to deal with.

A lot of things.
- I know.

- Is this an accident?

- It looks like it.
- Well, pull over!

- Hank!

What's going on?

- Listen, guys.
- What?

- Look, you're just going to
have to move back to the...

- No, no. What is going on?
- Susan, please.

- It's Kirby. - ...move back there...
- What is it?

- What is going on?! Is he okay.

- He's dead.
- What?!

- Look... look.
- What happened?

- We don't know what happened.

He ran off the road.
Obviously he lost control...

- My God.
- Just go home, okay?

I'll call you as soon as
I know anything.

- Call. - Okay. - Okay.

- It's just... It's awful.

- I need a drink.

It happened on the road
from town, maybe

a mile from here.

It's just... I wonder

if he was coming to the house?

- I don't know.

- Did he come here, Jeff?

- No.

No.

Are you okay?

- I'm... I'm just.

I'm really tired. I'm going
to get some sleep.

- Okay.

- So when is the service
going to be?

- Probably Thursday.
I'll let you know.

I think Kirby has a
brother in Michigan.

- Yeah. I told him already.

- Okay. Just let me know, Lisa.

- I will. Bye.
- Bye.

- Did she hear anything?

- No.

- I'm sorry.

- Hey, I thought you didn't
like these.

- It's just...

It's the black ones.

I'm totally

addicted to the black ones.

- I'm going to make some breakfast.
- Okay.

I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

- Shoot, let me get something.
- It's okay, okay. I got it.

It's all right.
It'll come up.

Don't worry.

There you go.

What is it?
- Nothing.

- You seem like you can't find
a place for yourself.

- I'm just... I'm freaked out
about Kirby, you know?

I'm freaked out.

I've got a really
bad headache...

and I'm out of aspirins.
Stupid?

- Well, you want me to go to
town and get you some?

- Could you? That would
be great.

- I can probably use the
exercise anyway.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

I'll see you in
a bit. Bye.

- Bye.

My God.

- Where are you going?

- I'm just going to Lisa's for a
little while. You got back quick.

- You're such a bad liar, Susan.

- I'm not lying.

You killed him, didn't you?

- Let's just go inside, okay?

- Okay.

Give me the keys!

Give me the keys!

- Look, just listen to me.

- I'm not listening to you! I swear to
God I will shoot you! Give me the keys!

- I didn't come here to
hurt you, Susan.

- I don't care why
you came here!

Just give me the keys!

- Listen to me. Put
the gun down.

- I'm not listening to you!
Give me the keys!

Give me the keys!

- Please...

I'm sorry.

- No, you're not.

- Put the gun down little woman.

- I think maybe we should
go inside now, okay?

- How did she find out?

- I made a mistake.

- What about the diamonds?

- I don't know.

- You don't know.
- Yeah.

- Well, there's
one sure way to find out.

It's not going
to matter in the end anyway.

- What does that mean?

The cops think we're dead but
she knows we're alive,

which means she cannot be
breathing when we leave here.

- We're not going to hurt her.

- We're not going to hurt her?

We damn well are going
to hurt her!

What do you think this is? Do
you think we're playing a game

here? Are you playing
house, Jeff?

She lives, we die.
You got that?

And I sure as hell ain't
dying for no broad.

- We are sticking

to my plan.

- Is that so?

We'll talk about this later.

- You all right?

- Why are you here?

What... what do you want?

- I'm one of the people that
helped your husband rob a museum.

- Ron never stole a thing
in his life!

- And I came here to get
the diamonds that we stole.

- I don't know anything
about a robbery!

- You know that's
not true, Susan.

Where are they?

Please.
- I don't know anything about any diamonds.

I don't.

Do you want to kill me too?

- I think you know I
couldn't do that.

- I don't know anything.

I certainly don't know anything
about you. Nothing.

- I wanted it to be
so different.

I wish that you could
believe that.

I came here to find what we
took and I found you.

It was supposed to be so simple.

- Nothing's simple.

- I need you to get rid of them
as quickly as possible. All right?

If you do anything wrong,

I'm going to have to kill them.

Do you understand that?

- Hi.
- Jeff, is Susan...

- Janet, I wasn't expecting you.

- Yes, sorry just to show up but
I thought you might

want to hear this in person.

- What is it?

- I was just going to

make some coffee. Can I
offer you some?

- No, thanks. I'm fine.
- Okay.

- Steven Cartwright called me at
home a few minutes ago.

He went over his results
again top to bottom,

and he conducted a few
more blood tests.

- And?
- And,

Ron was in the early

stages of acute leukemia.

- What?

- He must have been diagnosed
while he was away.

It didn't show up in the autopsy

because no one was looking.

- So that means...

- He knew he was dying

and maybe decided to speed
up the process.

Aww, are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you
for telling me.

- You call me if you need

anything at all.
- Okay,

I will.

- Bye, Jeff.

- Bye.

- Just do whatever you have
to do and get out of here, okay?

- We're going to get what
we came for.

- You are pathetic.

- This is stupid. It's going
to take forever.

He could have buried them
in a hole somewhere.

- I don't think so.
- I'm going to go have a look outside. I find nothing there,

I'm going upstairs to
your girlfriend,

all right?

Patrick!

Get out here!

- Kyle.
- Over here!

- Check this out.

- Worth a look, don't you think?

- Yup. I'll be
right back.

Hey!

Your girlfriend's gone!
- What?

She's not in her room?

- You got that right.

- She didn't come by this way.

Susan!

That's Ron's old workshop, I'm
going to go check in there.

- I'll check down the road.
- All right.

- Police. Yeah, I'm the
acting chief.

What?

I'm on it.

- Something wrong, Hank?
- Maggie, listen to me.

The state cops are on their way here,
tell them I'm at the Mandaway house.

This Watkins guy killed
Kirby, I knew it.

- Susan!

Susan!

- She's nowhere.

- She said that Ron kept all his paintings in this room.
- Yeah. And so?

- I don't see them.

How far is that diamond window
from the end of the building.

- Yeah, it's about a foot.

So what?

- I want to show
you something, come on!

You see, there's more space.

There's another room.

- What have we got ourselves
over here?

It looks like some kind
of an air vent.

- We've got to figure out
another way to get in.

- Let's do it.

- It's got to be here.

Susan, we know you're in there!

- Come on, come on! Let's do it!

- Wait.

Susan! Hey!

- Come on little woman! We know
you're in here.

Okay, you know what?

I got a better idea.

- Susan.

Susan, please listen to me.

If you open the door now
I promise

you won't get hurt. Please,
open the door.

Susan!

Please open the door!

- All right.

- No, no, no, wait.

- I'm way past waiting
man, you know?

I just want my share of the
diamonds and I'm out of here.

- Wait! Kyle! Wait!

Susan, listen to me: he'll
burn the place down, Susan,

he's crazy. You've got
to trust me.

Susan, you're running out
of time. Just please trust me,

open this door. Please
open this door!

Susan, come on, he's going to
drop a match in there

he'll do it.
You know he will.

Susan!

Open the door!
Now! Please!

I promise you we won't hurt you!

I promise, just you're running
out of time! Please open the door!

Kyle!

I just want the diamonds.
- You're out of luck. There's nothing in there.

- We'll see about that.

- Ron knew he was going to die.

I mean, he took care of me
the only way he could.

He converted them and then
the money's going

to come to me for the
rest of my life.

Which is going to be for another 10 seconds.

- Put it down, Kyle.

- Tell us where the
diamonds are.

- There aren't any diamonds.

- Tell us where the
diamonds are!

- I said put it down, Kyle.

- This is where we
stand, partner?

- Yeah, this is where we stand.

- Your girfriend's gotta die.

- Then you're going to die too.

Aah!

I... I need you to help me.

I'm going to bleed to death.

- I don't care what
happens to you!

- Police, freeze!

Put your face on the ground,
hands on your head!

Mister, I'm talking to you!
Hands on your head!

Put the gun down!

- I'm sorry.

- Put it down now!
Do it now. I'm talking to you!

I want to see your hands.

No! No don't!

- It's okay, Susan. It's okay.

You had no choice. There
was no other way.

It's over.

I can't
pretend to know why you kept

so many secrets, Ron, or why
you did what you did.

I think giving the money to me was your way
of saying you loved me, but it was wrong.

So I'm giving back the money and
moving on with my life.

I'm selling the house,
I'm moving off the island and

I'm done trying
to understand you.

It's time, I think,

to figure out who I am.

And whoever I turn out to be,

I do know that I'm going
to be fine. Just fine.