Tropical Heat (1991–1993): Season 3, Episode 3 - Deadly Switch: Part 2 - full transcript
Nick is finally able to put the pieces of this complex case together, but he may have met his match this time.
It was a balmy
afternoon in the land
of swaying palms and heavenly bodies.
The sun felt good on my back.
I needed moments like this to remind me
that there was more to life
than greed, deceit, and murder.
Yeah, if you're gonna be
jousting with the lowlifes
for a living, you might
as well do it in paradise.
Smith wanted a piece of
me 'cause I temporarily
put him in that wheelchair a week ago.
I was simply gathering
evidence in a divorce case.
- I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!
- He went after my gun.
We struggled, it went off,
and I hit him in the leg.
What are you looking at?
The guy took a shot at me.
Previously seen on Tropical Heat,
a woman named Monica Cobb was
killed in a dentist chair.
- Shut up!
- And with nothing to implicate murder.
- That's all the more
reason to suspect it.
- You wanted to see me?
- Mr. Morris?
- Why was Monica Cobb's insurance policy
so big in the first place?
- Aren't you worth that
to your partner, Mister,
Slaughter?
- Turns out that Morris has a
girlfriend named Sandy Parker.
- Dan and I are lovers.
Dan and Monica were friends.
- Ah!
- You should have killed
him the first time.
Then he'd be out of our hair by now.
Don't you think
you're a little rough on him?
Oh, don't tell
me you're going soft on me.
- A woman dies in the chair of a dentist
who was the college
roommate of the beneficiary.
Now what does that give you?
- I went all through this
with the police two weeks ago.
- Was Monica Cobb a regular patient?
- What could I do?
Are you Zach Sanders?
- I don't know anything
about anybody, okay?
I'm just a lab assistant.
- How about Dan Morris?
Brian Cooper?
- Sorry.
- To the woman who made this all possible.
To great and beautiful
and sexy Monica Cobb.
- It wasn't Monica Cobb who
died in that chair, was it?
Sergeant, I gave my statement
to the officers on the scene.
Now there were two people
that saw him shoot at me.
You took my gun away from me a week ago.
Now come on, just do me a favor
and get this Smith guy off the streets.
- Where the heck have you been?
- I guess I parked in a handicapped spot.
- Sylvie's out looking for you.
Cooper called.
- Brian Cooper, the dentist?
- He said he was at the
Palmetto Flats Hotel
and that he was afraid somebody
named Zach was after him.
- That's impossible.
Come on.
- Who's Zach?
- I'll explain on the way.
Dr. Cooper?
- How are your lock-picking skills?
- Don't need them.
- Oh my God.
Is that...
- It's Cooper.
What's left of him.
Sergeant Gregory, please.
- $2 1/2 million gone, months of planning.
- At least that bastard Cooper
got what was coming to him.
- Somehow, some way, Zach got tipped off.
- By Detective Slaughter.
He was so right.
I knew it, I should have killed him.
- I want him dead.
I want him very, very dead.
- That's all the description
I have to go on, Rupert.
No, if you want to give Nick your love,
you're going to have to do it yourself.
Hi.
May I help you?
- I'm Zach Sanders.
Mr. Slaughter spoke to
me yesterday up in Miami.
- Oh yes.
What brings you all the
way down here to the Key,
Mr. Sanders?
- Is Mr. Slaughter here?
- Actually, he's not here,
but he should be back soon.
Would you like to wait?
- I'd better not.
- Please.
It must have been really important
for you to come all the way down here.
- It might not be safe.
- Why?
- Well, she could be watching
us right now, listening.
- Nobody's watching or
listening, Mr. Sanders.
- You don't know her.
- Please, why don't you stay?
Nick will be back shortly,
and it's a lot safer in here
than it is out there.
- Thanks.
- So, do you have some
more information for him?
- I wasn't entirely truthful
with Mr. Slaughter yesterday.
I thought about it after he'd left.
I have decided to tell
him the whole truth.
- It was time to pay another
call on Sandy Parker.
If Morris had the money, I was betting
he wouldn't leave the island without first
getting in touch with his main squeeze.
- Nick, what is it?
- Can I talk to you for a moment, Sandy?
- Yeah, sure.
Come on in.
- Thanks.
Sandy, Dr. Cooper is dead.
- What?
- He's the dentist, the
one the police think
may have killed Monica Cobb,
only she wasn't Monica Cobb.
Haven't you read the papers?
- No, I, I've been on
a modeling assignment.
I haven't had time to do
anything except work and breathe.
- Have you heard from Dan Morris?
- I...
Why do you ask?
- This is no time to play coy with me.
Your boyfriend may have killed Cooper
in cahoots with Monica Cobb.
For all we know they could be halfway
to South America with $2.5 million.
- I know Dan.
Does he look like a murderer?
- Looks can be deceiving.
That's the first thing you
learn in my profession.
- What if they try to kill Dan?
What if they try to get to him through me?
They could torture me.
- Come on, Sandy.
How do I know you're not just
protecting your boyfriend?
- Yeah, sure, and I'm sitting
on the $2.5 million too.
That's why I'm busting
my hump 10 hours a day.
- Do you have any idea where Dan might be?
- He's out of my life now.
It's over between us.
As for you...
- I'll be in touch.
- Better be.
- Did you have to come
on to him like that?
- I had to make him believe
that we're no longer involved.
Don't worry, ever.
He can never understand my
special needs the way that you do.
- Do you think he's got the money?
- No.
- He's gonna find me sooner or later.
- No he won't.
He's in the way.
And since he doesn't have the money,
there's no reason for him to live.
- Let me guess, you're
collecting for the blood mobile.
What the hell's the
matter with you guys, huh?
No wrestling on TV tonight?
What's the matter, pal?
Nobody ever opened a door for you before?
I was feeling real
righteous until I realized
what this would look like to the heat.
They confiscated my gun and I
decked a guy in a wheelchair.
Now here I was shooting up
half the cars on the island.
No, this was not the
time for show and tell.
Imagine my surprise when I found out
who was waiting for me back at the office.
- I want to help you find Dan Morris.
- Why?
- You said Byron Cooper was dead, right?
- Yeah, and then some.
- Do you have any idea
who might have killed him?
- It had to be Morris.
- But why would he do that?
- Because Monica told him to.
That's the only reason he'd
need, unless she did it herself.
- Maybe it was neither of them.
Maybe you took the first
flight back to the Key
and killed Cooper as soon as
you found out where he was.
- Mr. Slaughter, if I were gonna kill him,
I sure as hell wouldn't
be hanging around here
to talk about all this.
- All right.
Suppose you tell us why
you think it was Monica.
They were into fun
and games like that at school.
How would you
know that, Mr. Sanders?
- Was Byron cut up?
- Yeah.
Someone did a root canal
on his chest, right here.
- It was Monica.
She did it to cover up her brand.
- Her brand?
Oh...
- Monica's not like any
other woman I've ever met.
She's hypnotic in the
way she can get to you,
and pretty soon you start
doing things for love.
That cadaver they stole,
didn't start out as a cadaver.
It was a homeless person they
picked up off the street,
filled with expensive scotch.
- Why didn't you tell me this yesterday?
- Because I was there.
I was one of Monica's creatures.
I tried to put my life
back together again.
She cut more than flesh out of me.
- And now you want, what?
- I want her and Morris caught.
Caught and punished.
- Are you sure that's all you want?
- Yeah.
I mean,
yeah.
- All right.
Don't go anywhere.
I want you to tell the police
exactly what you've told us.
I'll arrange it with Sergeant Gregory.
- Yeah.
Miss Girard recommended a hotel.
I'll wait for your call.
- If Zach wanted Monica
and Morris punished,
maybe he did kill Cooper.
- Yeah, I would say he's mixed up enough
to do something crazy.
- Why would anyone allow
themselves to be used like that?
- Sylvie, stranger things have been done
in the name of love.
- Do you mind telling me
what we're doing here?
- Key Mariah's one of
the most photographed
little islands in the world,
and the collection here
at the chamber of commerce
is about as complete as you'll find.
- It's a very pretty island.
- Mm-hm.
- Is there anything in
particular you're looking for?
- Yeah, a lifeguard tower.
- A lifeguard tower.
- Mm-hm.
- Aren't there a lot
of those in these Keys?
- Yeah well, this one
was pretty distinctive
and it was standing right near a house
I saw in a photograph.
- And what will you do
when you find this tower?
Take a course in water safety?
- Sandy Parker slipped up when she said
she didn't know where the house was,
and I guarantee if we find
the tower, we find the man.
You're not making this any easier.
- My career is ended if we
don't get this money back.
My ex-husband...
- Your ex-husband?
- Who do you think the blowhard is
who's trying to oust me from the board?
- Oh.
- I divorced him but we both
still held our positions
within the company.
He's done everything he
could to try and sabotage me
since the divorce.
He's got the whole damn
board convinced I'm a wastrel
who's destroying Trans
Island's chances of survival.
- But I thought you were the one
trying to prevent them from paying Morris.
Not the way Bill tells it.
When he heard the body
wasn't Monica Cobb's,
he tried to make me the scapegoat
for what he called a premature payment.
- I'm sorry.
I didn't know.
- No reason you should.
Unless of course you can add
psychic powers to your skills.
- Maybe I can.
Bingo.
This guy's already on the hook
for identifying the wrong body.
You go in there, it's
gonna be part two official.
Now I want him, but I want to
hear what he has to say first.
- Slaughter, don't you blow this.
- Thanks for your concern.
A low grade tequila you're
drinking there, pal.
Don't get up on my account.
Sit down.
That's it.
- I used to drink premium scotch.
Did you know that?
- Yeah, I heard the rumor.
Born with a silver shot
glass in your mouth, huh.
- Something like that.
- You want to tell me why you identified
the stranger as Monica Cobb?
- When I saw the newspapers
I was most stunned.
- Oh really?
And why is that?
- Because the woman on the slab
was the one I'd known
for years as Monica Cobb.
- She was.
I want the truth.
- That is the truth.
They had to have made a mistake.
For God's sake, I've
known her since college.
- Yeah, I'm aware of that.
- I've been going over this in
my mind over and over again.
Maybe the fingerprints
at the DMV are bogus.
Maybe she had a sister.
I even asked a doctor of mine
if identical twins sometimes
have different prints,
except they always do.
- Except that Monica Cobb
doesn't have a sister,
much less an identical twin.
- She told us that,
but it doesn't make
any sense to me either.
- Unless it's just a simple
case of insurance fraud
and murder.
- I'm sure that's what the police think.
That's why I'm lying low.
You helped me, Mr. Slaughter.
- Not unless you're prepared
to give the money back.
You think if I had the money,
I'd still be here on this nowhere island?
- She got here too.
You know that's the
first thing you've said
that I half believe.
So, you wanna tell me
where your den mother is?
Monica Cobb.
- She's dead.
What are you
trying to make me say?
That she came back from the dead?
How did you find me, anyway?
- Your girlfriend, she
had a photo of this place.
- Sandy?
- You know, the police
are combing the island
for you, Morris, and
they're not the only ones.
- What do you mean?
- Does the name Zach Sanders
ring any old school bells?
- He's here on the island?
- Mm-hm, he's staying
at the Breaker Hotel.
Do you want to tell me about it?
- He must have killed Cooper.
Which means he's after me.
- Can't live forever, Morris.
Morris must have been
pretty pleased with himself,
getting away like that.
What he didn't know is that
that's exactly what I wanted him to do.
If my guess was right, his next move
would land him squarely in jail.
I wanted Morris on the run and scared,
and somehow I had managed to accomplish it
even better than I had planned.
So did you find anything?
- Just clothes.
- $2.5 million worth?
- No.
There are some women's clothes in there.
- Whose?
Sandy's or Monica's?
- Well it's hard to tell.
They could probably fit either of them.
You let him get away?
- Yes, that's right.
I let him get away.
Of course I let him get away.
What was it about the
clothes that bothered me?
And why had Morris looked so shocked
when I mentioned the photographs
in Sandy's apartment?
Every time I thought I
had a handle on this case,
it rolled away from me.
- Zach, he's here on the Key.
He must have killed Cooper
and taken the money.
- Slaughter told you this?
- Yes.
- Did he tell you where Zach is?
- The Breaker Hotel.
- Well that was very accommodating of him.
- Monica, I need you here with me.
I need you to tell me what to do.
- It's very simple, my love.
If Zach has the money, then we
have to get it back from him.
Without the money, everything
that we've been through
up until now is meaningless.
Do you understand me?
- Yes, I understand you.
- Do you believe in me?
- Yes.
- Good.
Did you find anything out?
- Well, I talked to Morris.
- Where is he?
- Hey, calm down.
With any luck he'll be showing up here,
and maybe Monica too.
- What?
- Look, you said you wanted to help out,
and now I'm giving you the chance.
- You told them where I am?
- This may be our best chance
of getting them to trip up.
- No, they'll kill me!
You still don't get it yet, do ya?
- Do you want to spend
the rest of your life
looking over your shoulder, wondering when
she's gonna come after you?
It's better that you know it's right now.
- No, I can't stay here.
- Zach, you wouldn't be trying
to wipe the slate clean, would you?
I mean, first Cooper, and
then Monica and Morris.
- Do you mean kill them?
The way Cooper was killed?
No, Mr. Slaughter.
I gave in to the dark side of me once.
I'll never...
I'll never let that happen again.
There was no way to know
if he was telling the truth,
but if he did kill Cooper,
there might be a way to find out,
by turning the tables and
letting the hunter be the prey.
- You want to use me
to flush them both out into the open.
- There's no other way.
All right, Zach, what the hell happened?
- I'm sorry.
I lost my nerve.
- Morris is dead.
Now that makes two.
- I didn't do it.
I mean, how could I?
You shot him.
- My shot went wide, but
there's a third shot.
Now if it wasn't you, who was it?
- I don't know.
I don't know.
This guy was either too far gone
to distinguish between
fantasy and reality,
or he was telling the truth.
And if he was telling the
truth, then once again
the case had taken a hard left
turn into the twilight zone.
- You've killed Morris.
You killed Morris with a gun
you weren't supposed to have.
You've gone over the edge, Slaughter,
and I'm gonna lock you
away and melt down the key.
- I did not kill Morris.
He fired at me, I fired at him,
and then there was a third bullet.
- So you're admitting that
you tried to shoot him.
- The guy was shooting at me.
- It must have been Zach.
He saw Morris.
Then he ducked down and shot him.
It's about time.
- Hey, you want it done fast,
or you want it done right?
- Just tell me who I'm supposed to arrest.
- First we tested Zach
Sanders for gunpowder residue.
No go.
That guy's clean.
He's still down the hall if you want him.
- I'm happy to hear that.
What else?
- The bullet that killed
Morris didn't come
from Slaughter's gun either.
- See?
That's what Nick's been
trying to tell them.
- Miss Girard, take a deep breath.
You mean to tell me there's
no make on that bullet at all?
- I didn't say that.
Did I say that?
- He didn't say that.
- No, he didn't say that.
- Thank you.
- Well, what are you saying?
- The bullet definitely
came from the same gun
as the one that finished off Dr. Cooper.
- Zach could have worn gloves.
That would explain why
there was no powder residue
on his hands.
- Sylvie, I can't explain it to you,
but I don't think he's guilty.
- Look, nine times out of 10...
- Don't quote statistics to me, Sylvie.
I've had enough of those
lately to last me a lifetime.
Now let's play with your
theory for a minute.
Zach finds Cooper on his own.
Then he gets me to help him find Morris.
Now he's gonna want Monica.
- Right.
That would explain why if
he had the insurance money,
he hasn't left the Key yet.
- Exactly.
I mean, this guy's definitely
not in it for the money,
but why is he so open about it?
Why show up on our doorstep?
He could have just followed
us around on the Key
and when we shine a spotlight
on a victim, he blots him.
- I don't know.
Give me another scenario.
- Okay, we got a woman
here who can attract
a certain type of man, manipulate them,
turn them into her slave.
She's the brains behind this whole thing.
She's gotta be.
- So, Monica plans the murder
of this homeless victim
back at her college, then she sets up
a variation of the same
scam with higher stakes.
- Monica Morris and
Cooper move to the Key.
They set up lives for themselves,
maybe using the remainder
of Morris's inheritance.
- Right, that would give
them time to get established.
Take out the key man
insurance, make out the will,
and the living trust.
- They find someone that
physically resembles Monica
and maybe dress her up
in Monica's clothes.
Oh no.
No.
- What is it?
- I have my proof.
Zach, Zach would know immediately.
- Oh, fill me in.
What?
- How did Monica vanish into thin air?
I mean, did she knew that the body
might be identified as someone else?
If so, Morris would
start looking pretty good
to the police, Cooper too.
That's why they had to die.
How did Monica vanish?
- You tell me.
- She didn't.
- I'm so happy that you called me.
- I'm sorry about Morris.
- I know I should be relieved,
given all that he did, but...
I loved him, I really loved him.
- Yeah.
- Do the police have any leads?
- They seem to keying in on Zach Sanders.
- Of course.
First he kills Cooper, then he kills Dan.
- Yeah, what a loser.
Why?
- Well apparently he was hooked
up with Monica Cobb as well.
I'm starting to realize what
kind of woman she really was.
- Oh, and what's that?
- A black widow, except with less class.
She lures these guys into a web like flies
and uses them up and devours them,
except they all gotta be losers.
Morris, Sanders, Cooper.
Otherwise, how could they
not see what was goin' on?
- Have you ever seen a spider
web in the morning, Nick?
Wet with dew.
It shines like crystal.
- All I know is that this is
one loathsome piece of work.
When they cut her up after the execution,
I'll be surprised if
they even find a heart.
- Do you think you're close to her?
- Very.
- I love the taste of
salt on a man's skin.
- I'm expecting the clincher
that'll nail her any time now.
- Oh yeah?
What clincher?
- Well, look at the facts.
She's pathetic.
I mean, she needs some
help, so what does she do?
She hires the gang who
couldn't shoot straight.
I'm surprised she survived
this long if she's that bad
at taking out the one
guy that can stop her.
- Don't underestimate her, Nick.
- Well what do you know?
- What?
- We're not alone.
Just my luck.
- I'll say.
- Sylvie.
- Sorry Nick, this couldn't wait.
- Sandy, I want you to meet
my associate, Sylvie Girard.
- Hi.
And this is Zach Sanders.
You'll be interested to know
that he's helping us out
with the case.
Now, what was it you wanted, Sylvie?
- Sergeant Gregory wants
to see you immediately.
He says he can't wait.
- Well, I guess we're gonna
have to cut this short.
- Mr. Slaughter, I did what you asked.
As scared as I was, I
came down to the beach
and I looked at that woman.
You don't think I'd recognize
Monica if I saw her?
After all she did to me?
That was not Monica Cobb.
- You know what I'm thinking?
The clothes, they maybe
realized that Sandy
and Monica wear the same size.
It explains why Morris was so shocked
when I brought up the
picture in Sandy's apartment.
- So she made it easier
for you to get to Morris.
- Sure.
Morris was a liability, just like Cooper,
but she had to get rid of him in a way
that threw blame on
somebody else, Zach or me.
- Yeah, but Zach said
he didn't recognize her.
- Well perhaps they're in it together.
- Well I wouldn't put it past her,
but I think Zach's too far gone,
and she's too smart to risk that.
Wait a minute.
How could she risk that?
How could she set herself
up as Sandy the girlfriend
and Monica Cobb at the same time?
No makeup job's that good.
- Wait a second.
Didn't you say that Monica
was out of the country
before the murder?
- Maybe just long enough to
have had plastic surgery.
- I don't do that sort of
thing anymore, Mr. Slaughter.
- You had it made, Schultz.
- Dr. Schultz, retired.
- You created a new face
for a federal witness
before they located.
Then you turned around
and do the same thing
for the couple they were trying to arrest.
- That's never been proved.
- So I have to ask myself,
why would an artist like you
give up such a lucrative profession?
- Because I'm a very smart artist.
- And I think somebody
paid you enough money
to lure you temporarily out of retirement.
- Start spreading lies like that,
and you're liable to end up regretting it.
- She's killed three people, Schultz.
She needed a new face
and she would only settle for the best.
That's you.
For 1,000 miles in either direction,
those hands are the best.
- That's very flattering,
but I still have...
No.
Not my hands.
- Show me the face, Schultz, now.
- It's in the drawer.
Over there.
- They're not here.
- In the other one.
That's some of my best work.
I defy you to find a scar.
- Oh the scars are there
all right, Schultz.
But they're all underneath.
- Yeah?
- Mr. Sanders, we met today, on the beach.
- Yeah, I remember.
- Well, Nick thinks that you
might still be able to help us.
- Oh my God.
That voice.
How could I have missed it?
- You betrayed me, Zach.
You tried to trap me.
I don't like to be betrayed.
- What?
Please.
- Kneel down, my love.
- No.
- Kneel!
Did you know that you were
one of my favorites, Zach?
Then you know how hard
this is gonna be for me.
I forgive you.
The more I
learned about Monica Cobb,
the more I knew that if
she wasn't stopped now,
she'd never be satisfied with money alone.
It was time somebody pulled the
plug in the killing machine.
But, here I was, stuck on the sidelines.
Hello?
Anybody home?
- Sorry.
Listen, I gave the
photographs to the police.
They've got an APB out on Sandy Parker.
- So what do we do?
- We wait.
- Well while we're waiting,
you might be interested
to know I just got formal
notice from my board.
Unless I can recover the
funds in their entirety,
I'm booted out for good.
- I'm sorry.
I wish I could...
- Yeah.
Me too.
- A long goodbye before
I disappear forever.
- You'll have the $2.5
million all to yourself,
just like you planned
from the very beginning.
- Of course.
Black widows don't like to share.
- What the hell did you put in me?
Oh,
a little bit of this,
a little bit of that.
Cooper was a mediocre dentist.
He was a very inventive chemist.
He used to cook up all
sorts of concoctions
to heighten our lovemaking.
- Lovemaking?
- Don't get your hopes up.
This formula isn't one of those.
This is a great conversational device.
All boundaries are swept away.
All secrets are known.
- What makes you so sure
I'm not just gonna shoot you right now?
I'd be surprised
if you can even see me.
- I can see you, all right.
See?
That'll teach you not to screw
around with Nick Slaughter.
- Nick.
This is Sergeant Gregory.
Can you hear me, Nick?
- Hi, sergeant.
I don't care what anybody says about you.
You're all right.
Plastic surgeon, Schultz.
I kept all of the pictures.
Nick, it's Sylvie.
- Hi, Sylvie.
- Where are the pictures?
- I gave them to you.
Don't you remember?
I gave them, you said that, you said that
every cop on the island had one.
Nick?
Nick?
Nick!
- Sergeant, I don't feel so good.
- Nick, it's Sylvie.
What's happened?
- Sylvie.
You're something special,
Sylvie, you know that.
- Wake up, Nick.
Come on.
- I'm just counting sheep.
- Wake up.
- All over the fence they go.
- Nick, wake up.
- I didn't say anything personal, did I?
- I'll never tell.
- Well you took your time
finding him, Miss Girard.
- I was out when she called.
- Sergeant?
I'd say we found the gun that
killed Cooper and Morris.
- I thought you checked Zach
Sanders for powder residue.
- He could have been wearing
elbow-length surgical gloves.
They could have covered his hands,
the sleeves of his shirt, everything.
- So, he kills Morris and Cooper
because they lead him into
a life of sin and crime.
Then he shoots himself in remorse.
- I gotta hand it to her,
she doesn't miss a trick.
- You have something to add?
- Monica Cobb tying up loose ends,
only she doesn't know we know
about the plastic surgery,
or she'd be long gone by now.
- Yeah.
Suicide is just a little
too helpful, isn't it?
Sylvie, I'm not gonna
be able to sleep for a month.
- Just be glad you're awake at all.
- Did I say thank you yet?
- Yes, in more ways than one.
- I found this outside the door.
- Oh, the college
information on Monica Cobb.
Maybe it will give us an
idea of where she might run.
- Nick Slaughter.
- What is it, Sylvie?
- Yeah, she's on the run, sergeant.
I guarantee it.
Great.
Well, they've covered all the exits
from the airports to the boat charters.
So they say the only way
she can get off the island
is if she's a real good swimmer.
- I asked the college to check
her high school transcripts.
And?
- Her name isn't Monica Cobb either.
Evidently she was adopting
personas even back then.
- My God, when did this nightmare begin?
I mean, who is she?
What is she?
- I'll ask her when I find her.
But the police.
- The police don't know
her like I know her.
I know how she waits and plans.
Even with the $2.5 million in her hand,
she stayed around long
enough to cover her tracks.
But she had to have a
foolproof way off the island
or she wouldn't have risked it.
- But how?
- Well, Cooper was a dentist
so the police wouldn't be suspicious.
And she and Morris...
- Sold yachts.
She probably took one of the
yachts they have for sale.
- Freeze!
Stay away, Nick.
Fine, you want me?
Come and get me.
I wouldn't give you the satisfaction.
- What's that gonna prove, Monica?
That you were tougher than the rest?
They didn't choose to die.
Only cowards do that,
and you're no coward.
Monica, no!
Monica Cobb, or whoever she
really was, took her own life
as easily as she'd taken,
well, how many others?
We may never know for sure.
Another of Dr. Cooper's
concoctions helped her on her way.
Gregory sent a picture out
all over law enforcement
and there were no results.
A fingerprint check came up empty.
She was a mystery in death
as she had been in life,
and all the men she had twisted
to her will were beyond talking.
Maybe someday, somewhere,
another one might turn
up to tell their story,
but I doubt it.
afternoon in the land
of swaying palms and heavenly bodies.
The sun felt good on my back.
I needed moments like this to remind me
that there was more to life
than greed, deceit, and murder.
Yeah, if you're gonna be
jousting with the lowlifes
for a living, you might
as well do it in paradise.
Smith wanted a piece of
me 'cause I temporarily
put him in that wheelchair a week ago.
I was simply gathering
evidence in a divorce case.
- I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!
- He went after my gun.
We struggled, it went off,
and I hit him in the leg.
What are you looking at?
The guy took a shot at me.
Previously seen on Tropical Heat,
a woman named Monica Cobb was
killed in a dentist chair.
- Shut up!
- And with nothing to implicate murder.
- That's all the more
reason to suspect it.
- You wanted to see me?
- Mr. Morris?
- Why was Monica Cobb's insurance policy
so big in the first place?
- Aren't you worth that
to your partner, Mister,
Slaughter?
- Turns out that Morris has a
girlfriend named Sandy Parker.
- Dan and I are lovers.
Dan and Monica were friends.
- Ah!
- You should have killed
him the first time.
Then he'd be out of our hair by now.
Don't you think
you're a little rough on him?
Oh, don't tell
me you're going soft on me.
- A woman dies in the chair of a dentist
who was the college
roommate of the beneficiary.
Now what does that give you?
- I went all through this
with the police two weeks ago.
- Was Monica Cobb a regular patient?
- What could I do?
Are you Zach Sanders?
- I don't know anything
about anybody, okay?
I'm just a lab assistant.
- How about Dan Morris?
Brian Cooper?
- Sorry.
- To the woman who made this all possible.
To great and beautiful
and sexy Monica Cobb.
- It wasn't Monica Cobb who
died in that chair, was it?
Sergeant, I gave my statement
to the officers on the scene.
Now there were two people
that saw him shoot at me.
You took my gun away from me a week ago.
Now come on, just do me a favor
and get this Smith guy off the streets.
- Where the heck have you been?
- I guess I parked in a handicapped spot.
- Sylvie's out looking for you.
Cooper called.
- Brian Cooper, the dentist?
- He said he was at the
Palmetto Flats Hotel
and that he was afraid somebody
named Zach was after him.
- That's impossible.
Come on.
- Who's Zach?
- I'll explain on the way.
Dr. Cooper?
- How are your lock-picking skills?
- Don't need them.
- Oh my God.
Is that...
- It's Cooper.
What's left of him.
Sergeant Gregory, please.
- $2 1/2 million gone, months of planning.
- At least that bastard Cooper
got what was coming to him.
- Somehow, some way, Zach got tipped off.
- By Detective Slaughter.
He was so right.
I knew it, I should have killed him.
- I want him dead.
I want him very, very dead.
- That's all the description
I have to go on, Rupert.
No, if you want to give Nick your love,
you're going to have to do it yourself.
Hi.
May I help you?
- I'm Zach Sanders.
Mr. Slaughter spoke to
me yesterday up in Miami.
- Oh yes.
What brings you all the
way down here to the Key,
Mr. Sanders?
- Is Mr. Slaughter here?
- Actually, he's not here,
but he should be back soon.
Would you like to wait?
- I'd better not.
- Please.
It must have been really important
for you to come all the way down here.
- It might not be safe.
- Why?
- Well, she could be watching
us right now, listening.
- Nobody's watching or
listening, Mr. Sanders.
- You don't know her.
- Please, why don't you stay?
Nick will be back shortly,
and it's a lot safer in here
than it is out there.
- Thanks.
- So, do you have some
more information for him?
- I wasn't entirely truthful
with Mr. Slaughter yesterday.
I thought about it after he'd left.
I have decided to tell
him the whole truth.
- It was time to pay another
call on Sandy Parker.
If Morris had the money, I was betting
he wouldn't leave the island without first
getting in touch with his main squeeze.
- Nick, what is it?
- Can I talk to you for a moment, Sandy?
- Yeah, sure.
Come on in.
- Thanks.
Sandy, Dr. Cooper is dead.
- What?
- He's the dentist, the
one the police think
may have killed Monica Cobb,
only she wasn't Monica Cobb.
Haven't you read the papers?
- No, I, I've been on
a modeling assignment.
I haven't had time to do
anything except work and breathe.
- Have you heard from Dan Morris?
- I...
Why do you ask?
- This is no time to play coy with me.
Your boyfriend may have killed Cooper
in cahoots with Monica Cobb.
For all we know they could be halfway
to South America with $2.5 million.
- I know Dan.
Does he look like a murderer?
- Looks can be deceiving.
That's the first thing you
learn in my profession.
- What if they try to kill Dan?
What if they try to get to him through me?
They could torture me.
- Come on, Sandy.
How do I know you're not just
protecting your boyfriend?
- Yeah, sure, and I'm sitting
on the $2.5 million too.
That's why I'm busting
my hump 10 hours a day.
- Do you have any idea where Dan might be?
- He's out of my life now.
It's over between us.
As for you...
- I'll be in touch.
- Better be.
- Did you have to come
on to him like that?
- I had to make him believe
that we're no longer involved.
Don't worry, ever.
He can never understand my
special needs the way that you do.
- Do you think he's got the money?
- No.
- He's gonna find me sooner or later.
- No he won't.
He's in the way.
And since he doesn't have the money,
there's no reason for him to live.
- Let me guess, you're
collecting for the blood mobile.
What the hell's the
matter with you guys, huh?
No wrestling on TV tonight?
What's the matter, pal?
Nobody ever opened a door for you before?
I was feeling real
righteous until I realized
what this would look like to the heat.
They confiscated my gun and I
decked a guy in a wheelchair.
Now here I was shooting up
half the cars on the island.
No, this was not the
time for show and tell.
Imagine my surprise when I found out
who was waiting for me back at the office.
- I want to help you find Dan Morris.
- Why?
- You said Byron Cooper was dead, right?
- Yeah, and then some.
- Do you have any idea
who might have killed him?
- It had to be Morris.
- But why would he do that?
- Because Monica told him to.
That's the only reason he'd
need, unless she did it herself.
- Maybe it was neither of them.
Maybe you took the first
flight back to the Key
and killed Cooper as soon as
you found out where he was.
- Mr. Slaughter, if I were gonna kill him,
I sure as hell wouldn't
be hanging around here
to talk about all this.
- All right.
Suppose you tell us why
you think it was Monica.
They were into fun
and games like that at school.
How would you
know that, Mr. Sanders?
- Was Byron cut up?
- Yeah.
Someone did a root canal
on his chest, right here.
- It was Monica.
She did it to cover up her brand.
- Her brand?
Oh...
- Monica's not like any
other woman I've ever met.
She's hypnotic in the
way she can get to you,
and pretty soon you start
doing things for love.
That cadaver they stole,
didn't start out as a cadaver.
It was a homeless person they
picked up off the street,
filled with expensive scotch.
- Why didn't you tell me this yesterday?
- Because I was there.
I was one of Monica's creatures.
I tried to put my life
back together again.
She cut more than flesh out of me.
- And now you want, what?
- I want her and Morris caught.
Caught and punished.
- Are you sure that's all you want?
- Yeah.
I mean,
yeah.
- All right.
Don't go anywhere.
I want you to tell the police
exactly what you've told us.
I'll arrange it with Sergeant Gregory.
- Yeah.
Miss Girard recommended a hotel.
I'll wait for your call.
- If Zach wanted Monica
and Morris punished,
maybe he did kill Cooper.
- Yeah, I would say he's mixed up enough
to do something crazy.
- Why would anyone allow
themselves to be used like that?
- Sylvie, stranger things have been done
in the name of love.
- Do you mind telling me
what we're doing here?
- Key Mariah's one of
the most photographed
little islands in the world,
and the collection here
at the chamber of commerce
is about as complete as you'll find.
- It's a very pretty island.
- Mm-hm.
- Is there anything in
particular you're looking for?
- Yeah, a lifeguard tower.
- A lifeguard tower.
- Mm-hm.
- Aren't there a lot
of those in these Keys?
- Yeah well, this one
was pretty distinctive
and it was standing right near a house
I saw in a photograph.
- And what will you do
when you find this tower?
Take a course in water safety?
- Sandy Parker slipped up when she said
she didn't know where the house was,
and I guarantee if we find
the tower, we find the man.
You're not making this any easier.
- My career is ended if we
don't get this money back.
My ex-husband...
- Your ex-husband?
- Who do you think the blowhard is
who's trying to oust me from the board?
- Oh.
- I divorced him but we both
still held our positions
within the company.
He's done everything he
could to try and sabotage me
since the divorce.
He's got the whole damn
board convinced I'm a wastrel
who's destroying Trans
Island's chances of survival.
- But I thought you were the one
trying to prevent them from paying Morris.
Not the way Bill tells it.
When he heard the body
wasn't Monica Cobb's,
he tried to make me the scapegoat
for what he called a premature payment.
- I'm sorry.
I didn't know.
- No reason you should.
Unless of course you can add
psychic powers to your skills.
- Maybe I can.
Bingo.
This guy's already on the hook
for identifying the wrong body.
You go in there, it's
gonna be part two official.
Now I want him, but I want to
hear what he has to say first.
- Slaughter, don't you blow this.
- Thanks for your concern.
A low grade tequila you're
drinking there, pal.
Don't get up on my account.
Sit down.
That's it.
- I used to drink premium scotch.
Did you know that?
- Yeah, I heard the rumor.
Born with a silver shot
glass in your mouth, huh.
- Something like that.
- You want to tell me why you identified
the stranger as Monica Cobb?
- When I saw the newspapers
I was most stunned.
- Oh really?
And why is that?
- Because the woman on the slab
was the one I'd known
for years as Monica Cobb.
- She was.
I want the truth.
- That is the truth.
They had to have made a mistake.
For God's sake, I've
known her since college.
- Yeah, I'm aware of that.
- I've been going over this in
my mind over and over again.
Maybe the fingerprints
at the DMV are bogus.
Maybe she had a sister.
I even asked a doctor of mine
if identical twins sometimes
have different prints,
except they always do.
- Except that Monica Cobb
doesn't have a sister,
much less an identical twin.
- She told us that,
but it doesn't make
any sense to me either.
- Unless it's just a simple
case of insurance fraud
and murder.
- I'm sure that's what the police think.
That's why I'm lying low.
You helped me, Mr. Slaughter.
- Not unless you're prepared
to give the money back.
You think if I had the money,
I'd still be here on this nowhere island?
- She got here too.
You know that's the
first thing you've said
that I half believe.
So, you wanna tell me
where your den mother is?
Monica Cobb.
- She's dead.
What are you
trying to make me say?
That she came back from the dead?
How did you find me, anyway?
- Your girlfriend, she
had a photo of this place.
- Sandy?
- You know, the police
are combing the island
for you, Morris, and
they're not the only ones.
- What do you mean?
- Does the name Zach Sanders
ring any old school bells?
- He's here on the island?
- Mm-hm, he's staying
at the Breaker Hotel.
Do you want to tell me about it?
- He must have killed Cooper.
Which means he's after me.
- Can't live forever, Morris.
Morris must have been
pretty pleased with himself,
getting away like that.
What he didn't know is that
that's exactly what I wanted him to do.
If my guess was right, his next move
would land him squarely in jail.
I wanted Morris on the run and scared,
and somehow I had managed to accomplish it
even better than I had planned.
So did you find anything?
- Just clothes.
- $2.5 million worth?
- No.
There are some women's clothes in there.
- Whose?
Sandy's or Monica's?
- Well it's hard to tell.
They could probably fit either of them.
You let him get away?
- Yes, that's right.
I let him get away.
Of course I let him get away.
What was it about the
clothes that bothered me?
And why had Morris looked so shocked
when I mentioned the photographs
in Sandy's apartment?
Every time I thought I
had a handle on this case,
it rolled away from me.
- Zach, he's here on the Key.
He must have killed Cooper
and taken the money.
- Slaughter told you this?
- Yes.
- Did he tell you where Zach is?
- The Breaker Hotel.
- Well that was very accommodating of him.
- Monica, I need you here with me.
I need you to tell me what to do.
- It's very simple, my love.
If Zach has the money, then we
have to get it back from him.
Without the money, everything
that we've been through
up until now is meaningless.
Do you understand me?
- Yes, I understand you.
- Do you believe in me?
- Yes.
- Good.
Did you find anything out?
- Well, I talked to Morris.
- Where is he?
- Hey, calm down.
With any luck he'll be showing up here,
and maybe Monica too.
- What?
- Look, you said you wanted to help out,
and now I'm giving you the chance.
- You told them where I am?
- This may be our best chance
of getting them to trip up.
- No, they'll kill me!
You still don't get it yet, do ya?
- Do you want to spend
the rest of your life
looking over your shoulder, wondering when
she's gonna come after you?
It's better that you know it's right now.
- No, I can't stay here.
- Zach, you wouldn't be trying
to wipe the slate clean, would you?
I mean, first Cooper, and
then Monica and Morris.
- Do you mean kill them?
The way Cooper was killed?
No, Mr. Slaughter.
I gave in to the dark side of me once.
I'll never...
I'll never let that happen again.
There was no way to know
if he was telling the truth,
but if he did kill Cooper,
there might be a way to find out,
by turning the tables and
letting the hunter be the prey.
- You want to use me
to flush them both out into the open.
- There's no other way.
All right, Zach, what the hell happened?
- I'm sorry.
I lost my nerve.
- Morris is dead.
Now that makes two.
- I didn't do it.
I mean, how could I?
You shot him.
- My shot went wide, but
there's a third shot.
Now if it wasn't you, who was it?
- I don't know.
I don't know.
This guy was either too far gone
to distinguish between
fantasy and reality,
or he was telling the truth.
And if he was telling the
truth, then once again
the case had taken a hard left
turn into the twilight zone.
- You've killed Morris.
You killed Morris with a gun
you weren't supposed to have.
You've gone over the edge, Slaughter,
and I'm gonna lock you
away and melt down the key.
- I did not kill Morris.
He fired at me, I fired at him,
and then there was a third bullet.
- So you're admitting that
you tried to shoot him.
- The guy was shooting at me.
- It must have been Zach.
He saw Morris.
Then he ducked down and shot him.
It's about time.
- Hey, you want it done fast,
or you want it done right?
- Just tell me who I'm supposed to arrest.
- First we tested Zach
Sanders for gunpowder residue.
No go.
That guy's clean.
He's still down the hall if you want him.
- I'm happy to hear that.
What else?
- The bullet that killed
Morris didn't come
from Slaughter's gun either.
- See?
That's what Nick's been
trying to tell them.
- Miss Girard, take a deep breath.
You mean to tell me there's
no make on that bullet at all?
- I didn't say that.
Did I say that?
- He didn't say that.
- No, he didn't say that.
- Thank you.
- Well, what are you saying?
- The bullet definitely
came from the same gun
as the one that finished off Dr. Cooper.
- Zach could have worn gloves.
That would explain why
there was no powder residue
on his hands.
- Sylvie, I can't explain it to you,
but I don't think he's guilty.
- Look, nine times out of 10...
- Don't quote statistics to me, Sylvie.
I've had enough of those
lately to last me a lifetime.
Now let's play with your
theory for a minute.
Zach finds Cooper on his own.
Then he gets me to help him find Morris.
Now he's gonna want Monica.
- Right.
That would explain why if
he had the insurance money,
he hasn't left the Key yet.
- Exactly.
I mean, this guy's definitely
not in it for the money,
but why is he so open about it?
Why show up on our doorstep?
He could have just followed
us around on the Key
and when we shine a spotlight
on a victim, he blots him.
- I don't know.
Give me another scenario.
- Okay, we got a woman
here who can attract
a certain type of man, manipulate them,
turn them into her slave.
She's the brains behind this whole thing.
She's gotta be.
- So, Monica plans the murder
of this homeless victim
back at her college, then she sets up
a variation of the same
scam with higher stakes.
- Monica Morris and
Cooper move to the Key.
They set up lives for themselves,
maybe using the remainder
of Morris's inheritance.
- Right, that would give
them time to get established.
Take out the key man
insurance, make out the will,
and the living trust.
- They find someone that
physically resembles Monica
and maybe dress her up
in Monica's clothes.
Oh no.
No.
- What is it?
- I have my proof.
Zach, Zach would know immediately.
- Oh, fill me in.
What?
- How did Monica vanish into thin air?
I mean, did she knew that the body
might be identified as someone else?
If so, Morris would
start looking pretty good
to the police, Cooper too.
That's why they had to die.
How did Monica vanish?
- You tell me.
- She didn't.
- I'm so happy that you called me.
- I'm sorry about Morris.
- I know I should be relieved,
given all that he did, but...
I loved him, I really loved him.
- Yeah.
- Do the police have any leads?
- They seem to keying in on Zach Sanders.
- Of course.
First he kills Cooper, then he kills Dan.
- Yeah, what a loser.
Why?
- Well apparently he was hooked
up with Monica Cobb as well.
I'm starting to realize what
kind of woman she really was.
- Oh, and what's that?
- A black widow, except with less class.
She lures these guys into a web like flies
and uses them up and devours them,
except they all gotta be losers.
Morris, Sanders, Cooper.
Otherwise, how could they
not see what was goin' on?
- Have you ever seen a spider
web in the morning, Nick?
Wet with dew.
It shines like crystal.
- All I know is that this is
one loathsome piece of work.
When they cut her up after the execution,
I'll be surprised if
they even find a heart.
- Do you think you're close to her?
- Very.
- I love the taste of
salt on a man's skin.
- I'm expecting the clincher
that'll nail her any time now.
- Oh yeah?
What clincher?
- Well, look at the facts.
She's pathetic.
I mean, she needs some
help, so what does she do?
She hires the gang who
couldn't shoot straight.
I'm surprised she survived
this long if she's that bad
at taking out the one
guy that can stop her.
- Don't underestimate her, Nick.
- Well what do you know?
- What?
- We're not alone.
Just my luck.
- I'll say.
- Sylvie.
- Sorry Nick, this couldn't wait.
- Sandy, I want you to meet
my associate, Sylvie Girard.
- Hi.
And this is Zach Sanders.
You'll be interested to know
that he's helping us out
with the case.
Now, what was it you wanted, Sylvie?
- Sergeant Gregory wants
to see you immediately.
He says he can't wait.
- Well, I guess we're gonna
have to cut this short.
- Mr. Slaughter, I did what you asked.
As scared as I was, I
came down to the beach
and I looked at that woman.
You don't think I'd recognize
Monica if I saw her?
After all she did to me?
That was not Monica Cobb.
- You know what I'm thinking?
The clothes, they maybe
realized that Sandy
and Monica wear the same size.
It explains why Morris was so shocked
when I brought up the
picture in Sandy's apartment.
- So she made it easier
for you to get to Morris.
- Sure.
Morris was a liability, just like Cooper,
but she had to get rid of him in a way
that threw blame on
somebody else, Zach or me.
- Yeah, but Zach said
he didn't recognize her.
- Well perhaps they're in it together.
- Well I wouldn't put it past her,
but I think Zach's too far gone,
and she's too smart to risk that.
Wait a minute.
How could she risk that?
How could she set herself
up as Sandy the girlfriend
and Monica Cobb at the same time?
No makeup job's that good.
- Wait a second.
Didn't you say that Monica
was out of the country
before the murder?
- Maybe just long enough to
have had plastic surgery.
- I don't do that sort of
thing anymore, Mr. Slaughter.
- You had it made, Schultz.
- Dr. Schultz, retired.
- You created a new face
for a federal witness
before they located.
Then you turned around
and do the same thing
for the couple they were trying to arrest.
- That's never been proved.
- So I have to ask myself,
why would an artist like you
give up such a lucrative profession?
- Because I'm a very smart artist.
- And I think somebody
paid you enough money
to lure you temporarily out of retirement.
- Start spreading lies like that,
and you're liable to end up regretting it.
- She's killed three people, Schultz.
She needed a new face
and she would only settle for the best.
That's you.
For 1,000 miles in either direction,
those hands are the best.
- That's very flattering,
but I still have...
No.
Not my hands.
- Show me the face, Schultz, now.
- It's in the drawer.
Over there.
- They're not here.
- In the other one.
That's some of my best work.
I defy you to find a scar.
- Oh the scars are there
all right, Schultz.
But they're all underneath.
- Yeah?
- Mr. Sanders, we met today, on the beach.
- Yeah, I remember.
- Well, Nick thinks that you
might still be able to help us.
- Oh my God.
That voice.
How could I have missed it?
- You betrayed me, Zach.
You tried to trap me.
I don't like to be betrayed.
- What?
Please.
- Kneel down, my love.
- No.
- Kneel!
Did you know that you were
one of my favorites, Zach?
Then you know how hard
this is gonna be for me.
I forgive you.
The more I
learned about Monica Cobb,
the more I knew that if
she wasn't stopped now,
she'd never be satisfied with money alone.
It was time somebody pulled the
plug in the killing machine.
But, here I was, stuck on the sidelines.
Hello?
Anybody home?
- Sorry.
Listen, I gave the
photographs to the police.
They've got an APB out on Sandy Parker.
- So what do we do?
- We wait.
- Well while we're waiting,
you might be interested
to know I just got formal
notice from my board.
Unless I can recover the
funds in their entirety,
I'm booted out for good.
- I'm sorry.
I wish I could...
- Yeah.
Me too.
- A long goodbye before
I disappear forever.
- You'll have the $2.5
million all to yourself,
just like you planned
from the very beginning.
- Of course.
Black widows don't like to share.
- What the hell did you put in me?
Oh,
a little bit of this,
a little bit of that.
Cooper was a mediocre dentist.
He was a very inventive chemist.
He used to cook up all
sorts of concoctions
to heighten our lovemaking.
- Lovemaking?
- Don't get your hopes up.
This formula isn't one of those.
This is a great conversational device.
All boundaries are swept away.
All secrets are known.
- What makes you so sure
I'm not just gonna shoot you right now?
I'd be surprised
if you can even see me.
- I can see you, all right.
See?
That'll teach you not to screw
around with Nick Slaughter.
- Nick.
This is Sergeant Gregory.
Can you hear me, Nick?
- Hi, sergeant.
I don't care what anybody says about you.
You're all right.
Plastic surgeon, Schultz.
I kept all of the pictures.
Nick, it's Sylvie.
- Hi, Sylvie.
- Where are the pictures?
- I gave them to you.
Don't you remember?
I gave them, you said that, you said that
every cop on the island had one.
Nick?
Nick?
Nick!
- Sergeant, I don't feel so good.
- Nick, it's Sylvie.
What's happened?
- Sylvie.
You're something special,
Sylvie, you know that.
- Wake up, Nick.
Come on.
- I'm just counting sheep.
- Wake up.
- All over the fence they go.
- Nick, wake up.
- I didn't say anything personal, did I?
- I'll never tell.
- Well you took your time
finding him, Miss Girard.
- I was out when she called.
- Sergeant?
I'd say we found the gun that
killed Cooper and Morris.
- I thought you checked Zach
Sanders for powder residue.
- He could have been wearing
elbow-length surgical gloves.
They could have covered his hands,
the sleeves of his shirt, everything.
- So, he kills Morris and Cooper
because they lead him into
a life of sin and crime.
Then he shoots himself in remorse.
- I gotta hand it to her,
she doesn't miss a trick.
- You have something to add?
- Monica Cobb tying up loose ends,
only she doesn't know we know
about the plastic surgery,
or she'd be long gone by now.
- Yeah.
Suicide is just a little
too helpful, isn't it?
Sylvie, I'm not gonna
be able to sleep for a month.
- Just be glad you're awake at all.
- Did I say thank you yet?
- Yes, in more ways than one.
- I found this outside the door.
- Oh, the college
information on Monica Cobb.
Maybe it will give us an
idea of where she might run.
- Nick Slaughter.
- What is it, Sylvie?
- Yeah, she's on the run, sergeant.
I guarantee it.
Great.
Well, they've covered all the exits
from the airports to the boat charters.
So they say the only way
she can get off the island
is if she's a real good swimmer.
- I asked the college to check
her high school transcripts.
And?
- Her name isn't Monica Cobb either.
Evidently she was adopting
personas even back then.
- My God, when did this nightmare begin?
I mean, who is she?
What is she?
- I'll ask her when I find her.
But the police.
- The police don't know
her like I know her.
I know how she waits and plans.
Even with the $2.5 million in her hand,
she stayed around long
enough to cover her tracks.
But she had to have a
foolproof way off the island
or she wouldn't have risked it.
- But how?
- Well, Cooper was a dentist
so the police wouldn't be suspicious.
And she and Morris...
- Sold yachts.
She probably took one of the
yachts they have for sale.
- Freeze!
Stay away, Nick.
Fine, you want me?
Come and get me.
I wouldn't give you the satisfaction.
- What's that gonna prove, Monica?
That you were tougher than the rest?
They didn't choose to die.
Only cowards do that,
and you're no coward.
Monica, no!
Monica Cobb, or whoever she
really was, took her own life
as easily as she'd taken,
well, how many others?
We may never know for sure.
Another of Dr. Cooper's
concoctions helped her on her way.
Gregory sent a picture out
all over law enforcement
and there were no results.
A fingerprint check came up empty.
She was a mystery in death
as she had been in life,
and all the men she had twisted
to her will were beyond talking.
Maybe someday, somewhere,
another one might turn
up to tell their story,
but I doubt it.