Catherine's Grove (1997) - full transcript
Undercover cop Doyle is working on a serial killer case that's left a trail of dead transvestites. He also moonlights as a private eye, so Doyle and his girlfriend are hired by a rich young man to find his sister. The search leads to the missing woman's mysterious uncle, and the danger of becoming the killer's next victim.
[dramatic music]
[shower running]
[uptempo Latin guitar music]
- [Ernesto] Believe me Jack,
this is a damn good deal.
- Well, the only way to
know is to taste 'em.
Mmm...
Ooh, that's good.
- Havanas.
Churchill.
- Mmm, taste real good.
- Joya del Mundo.
- Joya del Mundo.
- How do we know those
are the real thing?
- Oh, come on.
Take a look, you see
this Y over here?
- Yeah?
- Almost looks like a P?
That's deliberate bad printing.
Those Cubans, they think
they're very smart.
Now if the Y would be open,
that's Dominican knockoff.
Not even worth 99 cents.
- I don't know about this.
- Hey, you gotta trust me, guys.
You know why?
Because I know about
cigars, and you don't.
- See?
I trust you, Ernesto.
- [Ernesto] Good.
- We'll take 'em.
- How many?
- All of 'em.
Load 'em up.
We gotta make some money.
- You got a deal, man.
[Jack laughing]
See you later, buddy.
Hey.
- What?
- Are you in on this?
- Am I in on this?
What do you mean
am I in on this?
Do I have a choice?
You just gave him all our money.
- Hey, relax.
- How much are we
gonna sell 'em for?
- 70 bucks a piece,
five cigar minimum.
- Five cigar minimum?
- Five cigar minimum.
- A five cigar minimum?
- Yeah, man.
We got a hot item here.
These will all be
gone by the weekend.
- I hope so.
Don't give me that smile.
Shit.
[sniffing loudly]
- Aren't you a little old to
be doing drugs in the bathroom?
[sniffing]
- What egg did you break out of?
Better go look for
your mother duck.
- And that would mean?
[scoffing]
[frenetic electronic
dance music]
- Hey!
[Sally laughing]
Do you have to go
away this weekend?
We could have so much fun.
[knocking]
- Hey, Jack, come on in.
- Jack, what you got for me?
- 30 Havanas.
The best money can buy.
- Great.
Stay and have a drink.
- No, no, no, I gotta get going.
- Never knew you to
refuse free booze, Jack.
- Well, I have a girlfriend now.
- So what?
- Family is prison.
Maximum, minimum, and work camp.
Believe me, I've
been to 'em all.
- [Man] Hey, watch it!
- Family is everything.
As long as they can accept.
- This is a private
conversation, Carl.
Carl.
- I'm not Carl.
I'm Carlina.
The most beautiful
girl in the world.
- Yes, well could you go be
beautiful someplace else?
- I have to go.
- What's the matter, Catherine?
What the...
[Sally sighing]
- What?
She can't talk to me?
- Put it on my tab.
- Russian ice
cream, double scoop.
- [Bartender] You got it.
- What's this?
- Hmm?
- 30 times 70 is
2,100, not 1,900.
Dave, you owe me 200.
[Dave scoffing]
- Jack, he's the mayor.
- What, I don't give a shit
if he's the pope.
- You gotta give him a break,
for Christ's sake.
- They're buying 'em for 70,
they're selling 'em for 90.
It's a hell of a deal.
You owe me $200, Dave.
[Dave sighing]
Come on.
- He is not gonna be
happy about this, Jack.
- Good luck.
[siren wailing]
- Well, if it isn't Jack
Doyle and Nick Pirelli.
I thought you boys
were on pawn patrol.
- [Nick] Oh, man.
- Hey, I know this guy.
Vinnie Costello, he was a
waiter at the Club Monaco.
- What'd she do nights?
- [Jack] Danced his ass
off at the Club Ignition.
- Cigarette found nearby.
Herbal.
- Any witnesses?
- Yeah.
Neighbor said he passed him
last night on the catwalk.
- See anything unusual?
- No, but in his description,
he said our girl had on a tiara.
- He ain't wearing no tiara now.
- I doubt robbery
was the motive.
- That makes three dead
queens in two months.
- Same weapon?
- Medical examiner
says looks like
one of them little
hammers again.
I'd like it better if they'd
just beat these freaks up.
- If I hear a comment
like that again,
I'm gonna write you up.
- What is your problem, Pirelli?
- These guys pay your salary.
Why don't you have some respect
for the dead, you asshole?
- Asshole, callin'
me an asshole?
- Hey, hey, man, take it easy!
Hey!
- He called me an asshole.
- It was just a joke.
Chill out, man.
Come here.
[siren wailing]
- There's a pair for you.
Bleeding heart
liberal and a con man.
Jerks!
- Hey, Marla.
- Hey, boys.
- [Jack] Five bucks says
he's got a bug up his ass
about my boat.
- All we have is a cigarette.
No footprints, no fingerprints.
- Nope.
- How about the tiara?
- Oh, you heard about that?
- Nobody pawns costume jewelry.
- Do we have anything else?
- No, sir.
- Then it's back on pawn shops.
Find that tiara.
The basis of good
police work is detail.
By the book detail.
Doyle, I want a word
with you in my office.
- Yes, sir.
- Where'd you get the
money for the boat?
- Side gigs.
- How much was it?
- 40 grand.
- 40 grand for
that piece of shit?
- That's an antique, sir.
Besides, I'm only in for half.
I'm splittin' it with Charley.
- Do you know what Internal
Affairs could make of this?
- I do my job and I work hard.
- Well, right now,
that's pawn detail.
- Yes, sir.
- And know that
I'm watching you.
- [Thomas] It seems to me
that you're saying
you're gonna ignore this.
- That's exactly
what I'm saying.
Look, I'd like to help,
but I'm afraid there's
nothing the police can do.
- [Thomas] Yeah, but I
want to find my sister.
- Your sister's 29, you haven't
spoken to her since Sunday,
and there's no sign of
disturbance in her apartment.
Unless there's
signs of foul play,
there's nothing we can do until
she's been gone for a week.
- What do we pay you for again?
- Legally, your
sister's not missing.
I've taken down the information,
but I can't activate a report
until the end of the week.
Look, 99% of all missing
women in South Florida
turn up in a couple of days,
with a tan, a smile and a
return ticket from the Bahamas.
Stay by the phone, just
wait a couple of days.
- You don't know my sister,
this isn't like her.
I'm afraid something
might have happened,
or something may happen.
I can't just wait around.
- I could recommend a
private investigator,
but it'll cost ya.
- Money's not an issue.
- Look, call him.
Maybe he can do something
to help find your sister.
- Thanks.
- [Jack] Hey, did I just get
the next payment on my boat?
- Come on, we gotta
hit these pawn shops.
- You owe me five bucks.
I was right about Ridges.
He had a bug up his
ass about my boat,
but you can keep it
as a referral fee.
- [Nick] You know, I don't
know why everyone says
you're such a cheap bastard.
- Hey, my baby.
Working hard on the boat, hmm?
So...
What have we got here?
[Charley chuckling]
I hope it's not
another divorce case.
I swear, I'd prefer
to swim in a sewer
than to deal with those women.
- Missing sister.
- Missing person?
- Mmhmm.
$3,000 up front.
- Interesting.
- And $3,000 when we find her.
- Hmm, very interesting.
- Hmm, yeah.
[Charley chuckling]
We'll meet the guy tonight.
- Okay.
- That gives us a
couple of hours.
What do you say we, um,
fool around a little bit?
A little celebration.
- Hmm [chuckles] are you, like,
trying to take advantage of me?
- Yes.
- You bad boy.
[sultry Latin guitar music]
You know, you're not
really attractive to me.
- No?
- Uh-uh.
- Well, I love a good challenge.
- You do, huh?
Okay.
I-I will pretend that...
That I'm enjoying this.
[gasping]
Oh, Jack...
[dramatic music]
[crow cawing]
[Blue whining]
- Catherine!
Get back down here, right now!
[rock music]
- You know they're dealin'
drugs out of this joint?
- I like it here.
- Okay, you're the boss.
When was the last time
you saw Catherine?
- Uh, last weekend
in Winter Haven.
My family owns a
small estate up there.
Not much, an old house
and some orange groves.
My uncle maintains
the property up there
and we visit him
from time to time.
Uh, Catherine returned
Sunday morning,
uh, I think she had to be back
for a hair and make-up
job at a wedding.
- She never made it to work?
Does she have any friends
she might be staying with?
- She kept pretty
much to herself.
This isn't like her.
- Okay.
How about a photograph, you
got a photograph of her?
- Yeah, in her apartment.
Uh, here are the
keys and her address.
I also wrote down
her work address.
Do you ever say anything,
or are you just
here to look pretty?
- Where's the down payment?
$3,000.
Uh, maybe that's a little
out of your league, eh?
Thank you.
- Baby, I love ya.
[uptempo Latin guitar music]
[gasping]
- Oh, Jack, I love that song!
Baby, let's dance, come on.
You know, when I was little,
they used to play that on
the radio all the time.
Come on, let's dance.
- No.
- Yes.
- Baby, I'm not gonna dance.
- Come on.
- What?
- Well, Jack only likes to
dance in funerals and weddings,
so, dance with me?
Besides, it will take
your-your mind off things.
[Charley chuckling]
Sorry, I don't mean to lead.
- Oh no, it's all right, I
have no idea what I'm doing.
- That's not true, you are
doing quite well, you know?
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
I mean, guys don't
really know how to dance.
Take Jack for instance.
I mean, I give him, give him
a six pack, rock and roll, oh.
Oh, and some hokey
pokey, you know?
He goes crazy with that.
[laughs] Yeah.
But you know, play
something like this...
He just doesn't get it.
[Charley chuckling]
[Charley shouting
in foreign language]
They smell like shit,
they look like shit,
and I don't know why you have
to smoke those shitty things!
- I smoke them because
they cost 40 bucks a piece.
- Yeah, well, oh!
Jack!
- What?
- "What?"
I mean, gah, oh,
[scoffs] great, I mean,
a fair price to pay
to puke, you know?
I mean, 40 bucks.
[Jack gagging]
Oh jeez, leave me alone, Jack.
- Oh come on, come on,
hey, let's go sit and relax.
- No, I do not,
I do not eat those things,
they're fried, you know?
So, I don't like it.
What?
Oh, sometimes I can't stand you.
- [Jack] Oh.
- I just don't know what...
[Jack humming]
What are you doing, Jack?
- I'm doing the box
trot with Thomas,
'cause Jack won't dance with me.
He only dances at
funerals and weddings.
- Would you just please leave
Thomas out of this, huh?
And look at yourself.
I mean, look-look-look around.
You've been here what,
almost a year, right?
And-and-and you're
still in boxes.
What are you gonna do, Jack?
Are you gonna stay, or
are you gonna move out?
- Now wait a second.
- No, wait a second, no!
Oh, just stop eating
those fucking things!
And you look like a pig!
- Listen, I just sold
the rowing machine.
Nick gave me three
cigars for it.
If that isn't the
beginning of a commitment,
I don't know what is.
- No, okay?
I want you to think
before you talk.
I don't want you to say anything
you're gonna regret afterwards.
Oh!
[objects clattering]
Jack!
What is wrong with you?
You pig.
Enjoy your fucking cigars.
- Open up, Cath!
[Sally sobbing]
Cath!
[hissing]
Cath!
[Sally meowing]
- Sally!
It's 1:00 a.m.!
- Who the fuck cares?
- I am the manager, man.
- If you're the manager,
why don't you go get a key?
- Shh!
- Shh!
Shh!
Shh...
- Don't, shh!
[Sally stomping loudly]
Let is go, Sally!
- [Sally] Open the fuck up!
Wilma!
Open up, Catherine!
Open up--
[water spraying]
[Sally screaming]
- Now, calm down!
[Sally laughing hysterically]
[Burt chuckling]
- Hey, stop it, stop it!
[Sally grumbling]
- No, stop it!
- No, goddamn it!
- You gotta calm down!
No! [screams]
Oh it's cold, it's so cold!
Stop it!
Drunk, you're drunk,
drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk!
[Sally screaming]
And quiet!
Man!
- Fuck you!
[Sally shrieking]
[door buzzing]
- It's the livers of a
certain breed of goose.
It's raised in a small village
just over the border
from Switzerland.
Now, the secrets of how to
breed and raise these geese
have been passed
down for generations.
The bird's abdomen
is massaged daily
by the supple fingers
of Alsatian girls
to purify the tissue.
I mean, it's not food, man.
It's art.
- It's liverwurst, brother.
- Pardon me, sir.
Your friend is
extolling the merits
of Alsatian foie gras,
undoubtedly the world's finest.
Uh, I myself am a partisan of
a slightly less known region--
- Do you like cigars?
- No.
Uh, not an aficionado.
- Hmm, that's too bad.
Well, I myself am a cop.
- We're looking for a tiara.
A rhinestone tiara, would
have been placed with you
in the last three days.
- Oh, well, I-I'm
afraid all of my tiaras
have been in stock some time.
Uh, you see, we don't
have a large request
for that sort of thing.
- Have you sold any lately?
- Uh, no.
- Well, there you go.
- But I do have a
wonderful selection
of heart-shaped ankle bracelets,
and for the well-pierced,
some very tasteful
costume-gemmed nose
and nipple rings.
Uh, if-if not for you, maybe
for your wife or girlfriend?
- I don't think so.
- They make wonderful
Christmas gifts.
- Alsatian foie gras.
- How do you serve
this stuff up?
- Preferably with a
nice truffle sauce.
- Truffle, chocolate?
Liver and chocolate?
What are you, sick?
- Man, you're hopeless.
- Nothing on the nationwide.
That's good, that means they
haven't found a body yet.
All right, let's check
every motel from Tampa
as far south as San
Juan by five o'clock.
- I do have another
job, remember?
- Yes, I do, honey.
Didn't mean to press you.
- [Charley] I'll
try to get a temp
to track down the
information, all right?
- All right, thank you.
I appreciate that.
- [Charley] I'm still
mad about last night,
you chauvinist pig.
- I know you are honey.
Listen, can we talk
about this later?
- [Charley] You're still
on probation, you know?
- All right, thank you, bye-bye.
- Begging and groveling,
it becomes you.
- Thank you.
I gotta make a stop.
- I should have never
given you that case.
We're supposed to be--
- Supposed to what?
Be anticipating a run
on rhinestone tiaras?
[chuckling]
I think the pawn shop
can wait a few minutes.
Man, why don't you
relax, buddy boy?
Why doesn't
everybody just relax?
- It's been a long
time, hasn't it?
Don't worry, Italians
are my specialty.
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm!
God, who did your hair?
Don't speak.
An emergency procedure
during Hurricane Andrew
done by someone straight.
God knows no friend of Dorothy
would ever have
done this to you.
- She said she was going
up to her family estate
for a few days.
- With her brother, Thomas?
- Yeah, with Thomas.
[upbeat pop music]
- [Jack] Uh, do you know Thomas?
- Catherine talks
about him all the time,
but I've never met him.
- Well, I've seen his picture.
Ooh, you can give that
boy my number any time.
♪ Ooh, give that
tin man my heart ♪
- Where's her station?
- Over there.
- Press-on nails.
- I know she lost her parents
in some godawful car crash
about a year ago.
Way too Jayne Mansfield.
- Any friends?
- Sally.
- Sally Willows?
Blonde gal?
- Bottle blonde.
- Two bottles, hmm?
[hairdressers chuckling]
Watch out for that witch,
she is the wicked fuckin'
witch of the west.
Honey, she will
neuter you so fast,
you'll think you stopped
off at the vet's.
Relax, you're safe
with me, Fabio.
- So, how about a manicure?
- Uh, I don't think so.
[sander whirring]
[Jack whistling]
- What?
- Can I come aboard?
- Oh, whatever, suit yourself.
[sander whirring]
Oh, damn it, Jack!
I don't know why we are
struggling to fix this boat
when we can't even
live together.
I mean, we speak
different languages,
and-and-and I don't
mean Spanish/English.
- What are you talking about?
I'm talking about
living together.
You know, like for you, it's
a huge sacrifice, commitment,
and for me, it's sharing a life.
You know, I mean,
some guys get it
and some guys don't get it.
And you are definitely
in the don't camp.
- I got you a little surprise.
- What?
- Foo gwa.
- [Charley] What?
- Foo gwa.
[Charley laughing]
- You see what I mean?
Different languages.
I call it liverwurst.
Oh, and by the way,
it's foie gras, okay?
- [Jack] Did you get that temp?
- Oh yeah, I did, and uh,
they checked hotels and,
you know, everywhere,
and couldn't find nothing.
You think she's still alive?
- I don't know, I
can't read this one.
- I can't either.
[dramatic music]
- I don't think you're doing
your fair share of work, son.
That so?
- I don't know, sir.
- We'll have to do
something about this.
I want to see you load
all these oranges up
in the back of the truck.
- All of them?
By myself?
- Do I have to use
my belt on you?
- William.
- Goddamn it, Mary, the boy
flunked physical education.
I never heard of a kid
flunking gym before.
I'm gonna teach my son to
be a man, any way I have to.
You understand?
Do you understand?
- Yes.
- You'll do what I tell you
if you know what's good for you.
Now go, boy.
And I don't want
none of you Julios
a-helpin' him
neither, comprenden?
Or y'all be lookin' for work
in another goddamn grove.
What?
Get in the truck.
[water running]
- Does that hurt?
- No, no, not-not really.
- You sure?
I'm so sorry, Thomas.
[phone ringing]
- Ah?
- [Joe] Thomas?
Uncle Joseph.
- Hello, Uncle Joe.
- Did you get your check?
- Yep.
- Did you put it in the bank?
- Not yet.
- Are you taking
your medication?
- [Thomas] Yep.
- Good, good, good.
Listen, Catherine's
never coming back here.
It's just not gonna happen.
I want you to accept that.
Do you understand me?
Do you understand me, son?
- Yes, sir.
- You'll be happier this way.
Trust me.
You'll understand.
- Medication...
♪ Twinkle, twinkle,
little star ♪
♪ How I wonder where you are
♪ Way above the earth so high
♪ Like a diamond
♪ In the sky
♪ Twinkle, twinkle,
little star ♪
♪ Don't I wish I
was in the bar ♪
[laughing]
[tense music]
♪ Twinkle, twinkle, little
- Oh, you're here to
make up, aren't you?
No, no, don't speak.
Let's capture this moment
before it floats away
like a tiny little bubble,
above the earth so high.
I do ramble on, don't I?
- Here's the manager,
let's go to the manager.
- No, we don't have
to go the manager.
- No, let's go to the manager.
- It's over there.
- I know where we're going!
- No, let's just do it right,
we'll go to the manager--
- Oh, yeah.
- And then they won't think
we're breaking in.
- You're always right, here.
- Gimme those keys.
- Yeah, I'm-I'm always wrong.
[knocking]
[Charley sighing]
You see, he's not in,
come on, let's go--
- Wait.
- Well he's--
[knocking]
We know where it
is, Jack, ask him--
[loud rock music]
- How may I be of
service to you guys?
Whoa, chief.
There-there's no
contraband in there, man.
Here.
Try-try a hit of this.
- Oh no, he doesn't like this.
- Wait a second.
Wait a second, what
do we got here?
Joyo del Mundo.
- Joya.
- Joya, jewel of the earth.
- No, of the world.
- The world, jewel of the world.
- [Charley] Yeah, you
never remember anything--
- Hey, whoa, whoa, guys.
Like, it's the best
Cubans that money can buy.
- [Jack] That's right,
how much you pay?
- 80 bucks.
- 80 bucks?
I can get 'em for 70.
- Whoa, really?
- Jack, we're not here for
you to sell your cigars, okay?
I mean, we're here
on business, okay?
I mean, just get on with this.
We're looking for
Catherine Amos.
- Mason.
- Mason, Mose, Mason.
- Mason.
- Mason!
- Catherine Mason lives here.
She-she's in trouble?
- No.
- Yes.
- No she's not.
- Well, she is.
We think, we don't know.
- She kept to herself, mostly.
- Friends?
- Uh, not really.
- How about a gal, she
has blonde hair, late 30s.
Her name is Sally Willows.
- Sally Will, you-you
know Sally Willows?
Man, like she was,
she was just here.
I-I, you know, it was like, uh,
night, night before
last, I think.
You know it's the time thing.
You know, when you start to
leave this plane of existence,
it's like you immediately
realize how ephemeral
and confining time really is.
- You're tellin' me.
- It's a real downer, man.
- Yeah.
- Well, um, yeah, so-so you
said that-that Sally was here.
About what time?
- It-it was like, uh, you know,
one, 1:30 in the morning.
- Did you hear Catherine?
- Well no, that's just it.
She wasn't even here.
Yeah, I mean, Sally's
poundin' on the door.
She was totally out of
touch with her center.
- Hmm.
- It was like
her karmic energy was like,
stuck in-in the wrong chakra.
You-you know, man?
- Yeah.
- Oh.
- And-and so like I gave it
just, you know, a little jolt,
uh, to move her
psy-psychic energy
like to a whole
different, uh, level.
- That's good.
- Yeah.
- And then what happened?
- Uh, oh, she left, man.
I mean, uh, you know, I don't,
I don't even know if I helped
her to find her center,
you know, but [chuckles]
it-it did get her to leave.
- Hmm.
- Good.
- Yeah, here-here it is.
- Thanks.
- Okay.
Hey, no, uh-uh.
Do you, do you mind staying
here and smoking your cigar
so that maybe you can
find, uh, your center?
- Hey, f-fine by
me, little chief.
- [Charley] Good.
- Yo dude, I-I'm
gonna wait right here.
I wanna get your number
about some cheaper Cubes?
- Cool.
- I'll be here.
- Here, babe.
Here.
In case this becomes a
crime scene, you know?
[voicemail beeping]
- [Pamela] Hi,
Catherine, it's Pamela.
Uh, call my phone number please.
- [Jack] This must be her.
- Hmm, cute.
- Quickly, bye.
- Uh, can I--
- So what are we doing?
Tampering with the
crime scene here?
- Oh, come on, she's gonna
come waltzing in that door
any minute with Tony
Montana on her arm
with a big smile, looking at us,
wondering what the
hell we're doing
and call the police on us.
[chuckling]
- Ay-yi-yi.
- [Jack] Man, I
can't stand that.
- What?
- Chicks and answering machines.
Yada-yada-yada-yada.
- [Pamela] Catherine?
Pamela here.
I'm getting right there, okay?
- No comment.
- This is a funky little place.
- [Pamela] I don't know what's
going on, I'll forgive you.
Just show up, thanks.
- You know, that is
a little concerning.
- What's that?
- Did you ever know
a girl not to check
her answering machine at
least four times a day?
You'd think she'd listen
to messages and erase 'em.
- Four times a day, huh?
- Well, well, at least two.
- You know, I thought, uh,
Thomas dropped her off.
- That's what he said.
- Well, there's no
blow dryer here.
No make-up, no toothbrush.
And the towels are dry.
- [Jack] Well, either
she's and gone--
- Or she never came back.
[sniffing]
- This smells familiar.
[sniffing loudly]
- Mmm, brilliant
observation, detective.
That's my perfume,
Midnight Passion.
[Jack chuckling]
- I knew that.
The smell of that
makes me horny.
- The smell of soap
makes you horny.
- Hmm...
[phone ringing]
- Stop, we're working here.
- Hello.
- [Nick] It's Nick.
Another transvestite was
murdered down at the pier.
- All right, I'll,
I'll meet you there.
Sorry, I gotta go, real work.
You're on your own, Sherlock.
What do we got?
- Another decomposing
cross-dresser, not too far gone.
Probably last night.
Surfer spotted the
body about an hour ago.
- Name's Carl Spoon.
- His name's Carlina.
The most beautiful
girl in the world.
- Looks like she got
done by a ball-peen.
- Yep, just like the others.
- Does that leave us
any possible leads?
- It sure does.
Every owner of a steel-hulled
boat in Southern Florida
uses 'em to pound the dents out.
- Cigarette burn on
the dead man's face.
- We found a cigarette
butt at the last scene.
It wasn't tobacco, though.
- Hey, hey, let's
keep that under wraps.
- No problem.
- Clove, Canadian brand.
Lab that says that, uh,
lipstick found on the last butt
was also imported.
- Gentlemen, this
makes number four.
I don't want to see
number five, huh?
Olsen, you're in charge.
- [Nick] Olsen?
- This guy used to hang
out at the Ignition.
I suggest we start with
the nightclub scene.
- Parking tickets.
The guy had over 40
outstanding parking tickets,
and you are gonna sort 'em out.
In addition to every
ticket issued within
a one mile radius of
every murder scene
within the last 24 hours.
- Are you kidding?
- That's how they caught
the Son of Sam, junior.
Are you guys too good for that?
- So, I'm sorry we
don't have much yet.
No police reports.
We haven't found her in
the hospital or morgues.
- Well, I guess that's good.
- Oh yeah, it's good.
And then we've been searching
hotels, car rentals,
we checked her place--
- So in the meantime, I'm
just gonna have to wait,
is that what're
you're telling me?
- Well, I don't know
what else to do.
I mean, you have any ideas?
- Not really, I didn't
know many of her friends.
Maybe you ought to
talk to Uncle Joe.
- Okay.
Who the hell is Uncle Joe?
- I told you about
him, at the bar.
- Oh yeah, I remember, yeah.
- He takes care of the
groves, he lives at the house.
- Okay, yeah.
And-and what about your parents?
- They died in a car
accident two years ago.
Catherine and me are the
only ones left in the family,
except for Uncle Joe.
He showed up at my parents'
funeral, and he never left.
- Hmm, why, why is that?
- Do I get to ask you
some personal questions?
[dramatic music]
- Oh, you know, just, we're
just trying to find your sister.
- I know.
Uncle Joe.
Uncle Joe.
- Uncle Joe.
- Who knows why he
does what he does?
He's been married
a couple of times.
Been in trouble with cocaine.
Got three years' probation.
I think he was lonely.
That's why he came back.
My grandpa hated him.
Joe was a rebel.
He didn't work a regular job.
He wasn't into the
home and family thing.
Grandpa left
everything to my dad.
But Uncle Joe is
trustee of the estate
until Catherine and I turn 35.
- You miss her a lot, don't you?
- I feel like a
part of me is gone.
- Tell me about her.
- She's, uh, kind.
She's very smart.
She's my best friend.
Growing up on the farm together,
we were playing all the time.
She was everything
I wanted to be.
I thought the world began
and ended in Grove 38.
That's her, uh,
her special grove.
My dad even named it after her.
Catherine's Grove.
- [Jack] I spent
the whole afternoon
going through parking tickets.
I feel like I'm in
exile or something.
- I had lunch with Thomas.
- Well?
- Mmhmm.
- Spending an awful lot of time
with my client, aren't you?
- Mm-mm, our client.
Mmm.
We went to his house, ah,
such a beautiful house.
Oh Jack, you know, it's
like, right on the beach,
and it's so romantic.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- And where do you
think he got the cash
to buy a joint like that, huh?
- Hmm.
- Probably selling drugs
at the local high school.
[Charley sighing]
- How about family money?
- Family money?
- Yeah, family money.
- What a waste.
Let me ask you something.
- [Charley] Yeah?
- Who's the least likely
person to commit a crime?
- The victim.
- [Jack] Seriously, who
would you least suspect?
- Hmm, I dunno.
- The person who reports it.
- No!
- Yes.
- You-you-you think
that Tom is involved?
- Absolutely.
- But why?
- It's very simple.
Greed.
He wants Catherine's
half of the estate.
- That's ridiculous.
- You think so?
- Yeah, completely, of course.
I mean, just face it, okay?
I mean, you don't
like the guy because,
because he's just,
uh, so different from
your beer-sucking,
ball-scratching cop buddies.
- Let me tell you
something, Charley.
That guy is beach trash.
I bust punks like
that every day.
- If your life ever evolved
past the caveman stage,
[chuckles] you would understand
what I'm talking about.
You know, can I
ask you something?
You know, if you had
that kind of money,
how would you live your life?
- If I had his kind of money?
- Yeah.
- I tell you what, I'd
be livin' large, man.
Balls to the wall,
pedal to the metal,
flyin' down the
highway, wind in my face
in a 1967 candy
apple red Corvette.
And I would also have a
35 foot cigarette bowl
with 454 twin engine Chevys
blastin' black and forth
to the Bahamas every day.
Probably have a couple
chicks in there too.
- What about me?
- Um...
- Don't say anything.
I...
[sighing] Case closed.
- All right, well, anyway, I
don't have his kind of money
and I don't know
what I'd do with it,
but I'll tell you what.
This neanderthal man...
- What?
- Neanderthal, that's caveman,
you called me caveman.
This caveman's beer gut
instinct tells me that Catherine
never came back on Sunday,
and Thomas knows a hell of a
lot more than he's tellin' us.
- You really think so?
- Mmhmm, absolutely.
- Okay.
Well, you know, before
you get too crazy
with your ideas about
hanging Thomas and all that,
I think you should just go up
there and meet with Uncle Joe.
He's the one running the estate.
- I think I will.
Meanwhile, why don't you
drop in on Sally Willows?
I think she'd be a
little more comfortable
talking to another woman, if
you know of which I speak.
[birds chirping]
- I think you'll find
everything's in order.
All you have to do is sign on
the dotted line, Mr. Mason,
and the money's moved.
- Fine.
- Are you sure you
want to do this?
- I've never been more sure
about anything in my life.
I am the trustee, right?
- You got that right, sir.
[dramatic music]
- This is a letter
from my doctor.
I've got a little
problem with my nerves.
He-he thinks I should
take a few days off.
- Uh, this isn't
exactly the best time.
I mean, we've got some
dead bodies around here.
- Yeah, I know sir.
I...
But I also know
that you [chuckles]
you think I'm a bit
of a screw-up and,
otherwise, why would
you have me on [sighs]
pawn shop detail and
checking parking tickets,
and, look sir, I-I-I'm telling
you, I think the answer is,
is in those nightclubs.
I-I just think
that you're afraid
you're gonna find the mayor
down there or something.
- Or-or half the city council.
Look, we have
people on the clubs.
I mean, no stone's
left unturned.
- Yeah, well, that's what
I'm talkin' about, see?
You got it covered,
you don't need me.
And besides, I just, uh,
[sighs] I don't know
what's going on.
I just need to lay down
for a couple of days.
- You're kiddin' me, right?
- No, captain, I'm
not kidding you.
[breathing deeply]
See, it's happening right now.
I think I'm having
another anxiety attack.
Can I...
Have a glass of water, please?
- You're killin' me, Doyle.
- Hey, man.
I'm gonna take a
couple days off.
- What do you mean, a vacaion?
- No, just a little R and R.
- You're gonna leave me
with 1,200 parking tickets!
- Hey man, that's the way
they caught Son of Sam.
- I'm the one who
got you this gig.
It's supposed to
be moonlighting.
- Yeah, well, this guy
knows a little more
than he's lettin' on.
- Oh really?
- Do me a favor, go to the
Ignition Club tonight will ya
and check on this
Catherine Mason?
And while you're at it,
check out this Carlina.
Maybe we can get a line
on the vestie murders.
[sighing]
Maybe you might wanna get
some new clothes, you know?
["Texas Tango" by The
Vargas Blues Band]
♪ Don't you fool around
♪ Or try and make some time
♪ One wrong look at her
♪ And you will wonder why
♪ You are on the floor
♪ Looking at the sky
♪ Don't you try and take
♪ Extra liberties
♪ Don't you dare go dance
♪ Don't you even
flirt and tease ♪
♪ With my sweet one's heart
♪ 'Cause I will ask you please
♪ Do the Texas Tango
♪ Do the Texas Tango
♪ Do the Texas Tango
[dramatic music]
[doorbell ringing]
- [Joe] Can I help you?
- Joe Mason?
- Yeah.
- Detective Jack Doyle.
Uh, your nephew Thomas, he--
- Is he all right?
- No, he's, he's fine.
He-he-he hired me to find
his sister, Catherine.
Did you know she was missing?
- Missing?
Well, I guess that's
really not, uh,
the right word for it, but--
- But you know where she is?
- Uh, I do.
I appreciate you coming all
the way out here and, uh,
taking out your time
looking at this,
but I can assure you that,
uh, everything's in order.
And, uh, my-my-my nephew,
he-he-he tends to
overreact sometimes.
- Yeah.
- And, you know...
- Well then I guess
you can explain
why she hasn't talked
to anybody in three days
and she hasn't
shown up for work?
She didn't even leave her
toothbrush in her apartment.
[both laughing]
- Yes, I can.
Uh, because she's here.
- She's here?
- Yeah.
- Well...
Thomas said he took her
back to her apartment.
- Well, he might
have, but then, uh,
she came back out here.
- But her car is still
at her apartment.
- Well, we've got lots of cars
around here, uh, Detective.
I appreciate you coming
out and-and-and, look,
there's really no
big mystery going on.
And Catherine is
here, and she's fine.
- Well, you don't
mind if I talk to her?
I just want to express
Thomas' concern.
- Well, uh [sighs] actually,
we're a little bit more
concerned about Thomas
than we are about Catherine.
Thanks very much.
Take care.
- Thank you.
[dramatic music]
Well...
[phone beeping]
[phone ringing]
- Yeah.
- Thomas?
Uh, listen, we got a problem.
And you've got to let her go.
- I'm really worried about her.
- You gotta stop
worrying about her
and you gotta stop thinking
about her altogether.
You listen to your Uncle Joe,
if you know what's good for you.
And fire Mr. Doyle
today, you understand me?
- Yeah, I'll try.
- [Joe] No, don't
try, you do it.
- Do you mind if I smoke?
Well, it's my house.
So, you wanna know
where Catherine is?
I suggest you ask Thomas.
- He's the one who
hired us to find her.
- Really?
- Yeah, really.
Surprises you?
- Nothing surprises me anymore.
- How do you know Catherine?
- I met her at a club,
down at the beach.
Hmm, a couple of months ago.
- Ignition?
- You know it?
- No, I've heard of it.
- That's the problem
with those damn clubs.
The minute you feel
comfortable in one,
everyone knows about it.
- Yeah, it's a big problem.
[chuckling]
So, do you know Catherine well?
- Well, we get together
from time to time.
- How do you know Thomas?
- Well, actually,
it was Catherine
who introduced me to Thomas.
Look...
I care a great deal
about both of them, hmm?
They're like family to me.
- And you just met them
a couple of months ago?
- Miss Vas-quez--
- Vasquez.
- Yeah.
I'm sure you come from
a very large family,
being Latino and all,
but some of us, we have to
take what we can get, hmm?
[phone ringing]
- Hola.
Thomas?
Thomas, are you all right?
Listen, wait for me, okay?
Don't go anywhere, I'll
be there in five minutes.
Thomas, I'll be there
right away, okay?
Okay.
[Thomas sobbing]
Thomas, Thomas!
- No!
- Thomas!
Thomas!
- No!
[bottle shattering]
- Thomas?
- You fuckin' bitch!
- What's wrong?
What?
- Get away from me!
- What's wrong,
Thomas, what's wrong?
- I thought you and
Jack cared about me!
- Oh, Thomas, we-we
do care about you.
- She's been gone a week!
She's been gone
almost two weeks!
- I know, and we're doing
everything we can to find her.
You gotta trust me.
What?
[dramatic music]
- I think I know where she is.
- [Charley] What is it?
- I think I know
what happened to her.
[Thomas sobbing]
- [Charley] What?
What happened?
- I remember...
No!
- Shh, calm down!
- I know!
- Calm down, it's okay.
- I think I killed her.
- What?
- He made me do it.
He made me bury
her in the groves.
- Who made you do it?
Who, who?
Who?
- Uncle Joe.
- You listen to your Uncle Joe
if you know what's good for you.
- Uncle Joe, we buried her
in the groves, in Grove 38.
In Catherine's Grove.
- Oh my God.
- He made me do it.
- Oh God.
It's all right.
- He made me do it!
- It's okay.
It's okay, baby.
[Thomas sobbing]
Oh, God.
- Are you at his apartment now?
- I think he's harmless.
Yeah, well, he's
sleeping right now.
- Harmless?
What are you talking
about, Charley?
The guy just told you
he killed his sister.
I don't want you there
alone, call Pirelli.
- Okay, I will.
Baby, do you know where
Catherine's Grove is?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I've got the directions.
Don't worry about that.
I do not want you there alone.
Call Pirelli, now.
- Okay, I promise
I will, all right?
Now you be careful
with the uncle, okay?
- I can take care of the uncle.
Call him, now.
I'll talk to you later, bye.
- Goodbye, I love you.
[phone beeping]
[phone ringing]
[voicemail beeping]
- [Nick] Hi, it's Nick.
I'm not here right now.
Leave me a message.
[voicemail beeping]
- Yeah, hi Nick, it's Charley.
And, uh, well, I'll just
call you back later.
Okay, bye.
[suspenseful music]
- Oh boy...
What the hell?
[tense music]
Ah!
[breathing heavily]
- There she is.
You're a bit, uh, jumpy for
a detective, aren't you?
- It's my first grave.
[Jack chuckling]
- You got a warrant?
- No, I don't.
- Come on up outta there.
I'll tell you a story.
[dramatic music]
[phone ringing]
[voicemail beeping]
- [Nick] Hi, it's Nick.
I'm not here right now.
Leave me a message.
[door buzzing]
- [Bouncer] What do you want?
- I wanna get in.
I'm supposed to meet
some friends here.
- [Bouncer] You look like a cop.
- I'm friends with Jack Doyle.
- [Bouncer] That's
our kinda cop.
- [Joe] How do you
take it, detective?
- Straight.
- [Joe] That makes two of us.
- Thank you.
- I was kinda hoping that, uh,
you'd keep your nose
where it belonged,
and stop sniffin' around
in other people's business.
- This is my business,
your nephew hired me.
Look, all I want is the
truth and I'll just [laughs]
I'll just go home, collect
my fee and be on my way.
- Yeah.
I don't know how much truth
is possible in all this.
Going all the way down
the coast, are you?
Gonna do some dancin', huh?
I bet you will.
Have a good time and don't
worry about them kids.
I'll take good care
of 'em, all right?
- Thanks, Joe.
- All right.
Have a good time,
and I'll see you.
Come back when you feel like it.
- Bye, dad.
- I was pretty wild then.
- [Young Thomas] Bye.
- I was stupid, heedless.
But sometimes, uh, you don't
know 'til it's too late.
Okay you kids, now, your Uncle
Joe only has one rule, okay?
You don't bother me,
and I won't bother you.
Okay?
- Yeah.
- Is that a deal.
- That's a deal.
- All right.
- Okay.
Run along and play now.
- Bet I'll beat ya!
- Come on!
- Things got a bit out of hand.
Mostly my fault, I guess.
Hey.
What'd you bring me?
- Some candy for your
sweet tooth, baby.
[chuckling]
- Get on up here.
- Let's party.
[slow rock music]
I need another bump, babe.
[sniffing]
- Thomas, get away
from that door!
What'd I tell you?
- Just leave him alone.
- What did I tell you?
[dramatic music]
Catherine!
Catherine, I know that's you!
- Thomas!
- Get back here!
Catherine!
- Thomas!
Thomas, help me in!
Help me in, Thomas!
- No!
- Catherine!
- You'll get me in trouble.
- Get back down from there!
You listen to your Uncle Joe,
if you know what's good for you.
- Help me in!
- No, you'll get me in trouble.
- Get your ass back down here!
- Let me in, Thomas!
- No!
- Right now!
Don't make me come up there!
- [Young Thomas] No!
[Catherine yelling]
- No!
- No!
- I as good as killed her.
At least, that's
the way I see it.
We left the room
exactly as it was,
kind of a memorial I guess.
Uh...
[dramatic music]
Ah, that's the last
picture of her ever taken.
- [EMT] Excuse us, please.
Stepping in, please clear.
Okay Tony, legs up.
Excuse us.
Okay, that'll do it.
Okay, door closing.
- What the hell were you doing
up in that tree house at night?
- Bill.
- Huh?
- [Joe] Bill, he
didn't do nothing.
- What the hell were
you doing up there, huh?
What were you doing up there?
- It's not what you think!
- [William] It's your
fault she's dead!
It's your fault!
- No, no, no!
- She's dead, damn
it, it's your fault!
- No!
- Goddamn!
[William sobbing]
- Thomas...
- I guess I never really
had the guts to, uh,
tell anybody the truth about
what happened that night.
It was an accident, you know?
Uh, Thomas...
Never said a word.
Never said a word
about it to anybody.
I guess I...
I don't know, I guess
I always figured
I kind of owed him for that.
Owed him big time.
- [Jack] Got some company.
- [Joe] Oh, that's someone
I'd like you to meet.
His name's Dr. Lee.
[frenetic dance music]
- Scotch and soda.
- [Nick] Thanks.
- I couldn't bear to
ruin good single malt.
I'll let you do it.
It's on the house.
- Thanks.
Excuse me.
You ever know a Carl Spoon?
- Not really.
- How about Carlina?
You know her?
- Very well.
- You see her the
night she died?
- Sure.
Here.
Stoli on the rocks,
that's what she liked.
Russian ice cream,
she called it.
- Anything unusual happen?
- Nah, nothing much.
Well, there was a
little argument between
Carlina and Sally.
- Sally Willows, bottle blonde?
- Yeah, she left with Catherine.
Yeah.
That's her.
- Any cops ever
ask you about this?
- You're the first.
But, um, if you know
Doyle, everything's okay.
[dramatic music]
- Joe and I have been
friends for a long time.
Joe brought Thomas to me so
that I could help him live
a more normal, integrated life.
We thought we were
making progress.
- Why does Thomas
keep Catherine alive?
- Listen, my brother Bill
used to beat up on Thomas.
You know, he was always
smackin' him around
for one thing or another,
and the poor kid lost all
of his self-confidence,
all of his self-worth.
The only person that ever seemed
to care about him at
all was Catherine.
She was kind of his, um,
his lifeline, his strength.
- [Dr. Lee] Catherine
was a person
that Thomas could never be.
Someone loved.
- See, daddy?
Catherine's all right.
She's okay.
[belt lashing]
[Young Thomas groaning]
- Goddamn it!
No son of mine is gonna fuck
around with this girl shit!
[belt lashing]
[Young Thomas groaning]
- I...
I love you, dad.
- He disassociates.
It's a common defense
mechanism for abused children.
If you can't fight back,
and you can't escape,
you go somewhere
else in your mind.
You create another personality
to take care of the pain.
- Lately, things have been,
uh, getting a lot worse,
as you know.
Catherine, uh, is
becoming more real.
- We thought that by recreating
the funeral ceremonies,
by burying that wig, we
could put Catherine to rest.
- Man, burying wigs?
The more I listen
to you two guys,
the more I think you're crazy.
- Listen, young man.
Thomas is only
dangerous to himself.
- Why don't you send him home?
- Here?
- Yeah.
I'm the only one
that cares about him.
- Let me ask you this.
Uh, do you care about
Thomas, or his money?
[Dr. Lee chuckling]
- That money that Thomas
has is not family money,
it belongs to Joe here.
- That's right, it's mine.
I made it on my own.
- Yes.
He has funded the family
trust for many years.
- Listen...
[clearing throat]
I'm dying.
Plain and simple.
I'm dying of cancer.
Thomas is the only thing
left that I care about.
He's my nephew, and I love him.
He's the only one
left on the tree,
and I want to protect him.
[sighing]
He's the only reason
I ever came back here.
I bought this place
out of foreclosure.
I did the right
thing with my money.
[dramatic music]
[phone beeping]
[phone ringing]
[dial tone ringing]
[phone beeping]
[phone ringing]
- Who are you?
- Thomas?
- Thomas isn't here.
- Well, I can see that.
Loud and clear.
- I demand to know, who are you?
- I'm Charley.
- Charley.
You fucking my brother?
- No, I'm, I'm just his friend.
- I don't think he
has any friends.
I'm his only friend.
- Catherine?
- Shut up!
Can't you see I'm
trying to think?
I gotta get back home.
Uncle Joe's trying
to get rid of me.
I can't let daddy
treat Thomas this way.
I'm still wondering who you are?
Thomas doesn't deserve this.
Uncle Joe wants all the money.
They mock us.
Oh, I need to be at the wedding.
Need to call Pamela.
Sally knows.
Don't let them bury me.
Don't let them bury me.
Charley, don't leave me.
Please.
[slow Latin guitar music]
Would you like to dance?
- Um...
I'd love to.
[suspenseful music]
[tires screeching]
Oh, what beautiful
tattoos you have.
- Don't.
Don't, don't.
- They're just like Thomas'.
- Don't.
Don't, don't!
Don't try to confuse me!
Don't try.
- Catherine--
- Hey, take your hands off her.
I said take your
fucking hands off her!
- Oh my God!
- It's okay Charley.
Do it, take the fucking wig off!
Take the wig off,
you goddamn freak!
- Stop that!
- It's okay, Charley.
It's okay.
- It's not okay!
Why are you doing that?
- It's okay, it's okay!
- You stupid idiot!
- What are you doing?
- What are you doing with that?
- What's the matter with you?
- What's the matter with you?
- I'm trying to help you here!
- Well, you're not helping me!
Oh, get away from him!
You make a mess of everything!
Always have to
use a goddamn gun!
Shh!
It's okay.
Just...
[Charley breathing heavily]
It's okay.
[waves lapping]
- Sorry about the gun, Thomas.
I guess I overreacted
a little bit.
- It's not a problem.
- And, uh, we talked
to your uncle,
and he's waiting for you.
- You sure you can
make the drive alone?
- Yeah, I'll be fine.
Thanks for everything.
- Sure.
- [Thomas] You two make a
great couple, by the way.
- Oh. [chuckles]
- Yeah, well, thanks.
I'll put your bags in the car.
- Well...
Bye.
- Nasty-smelling
things, those cigars.
- No kidding.
- If you want him to
quit smoking cigars,
you should have him try one
of these clove cigarettes.
They're Sally's.
Nastiest things you can imagine.
- Thank you.
[waves lapping]
- I've been, uh,
thinking about us.
And I know I can do better.
And, uh, well...
If you stick around,
I'll work on my end.
- I wasn't planning
to go anywhere.
- Well...
I was also thinking
about, well...
[both chuckling]
- What?
- I sure could use a cigar.
- Well, you know how
much I hate these,
but Thomas wanted you
to have them, and, uh,
he doesn't like them,
they were Sally's.
- These are clove cigarettes.
- [Charley] Yeah, so?
- Our killer wears
imported lipstick,
smokes clove cigarettes,
is Sally's height,
and kills transvestites.
Where does Sally live?
- On Seminole, by the Galleria.
[knocking]
[keys jingling]
- Looking for something?
- Jeez, Sal.
- Well, I guess
Catherine's found.
So why this now?
We can move on.
I'm not talking
Catherine and me.
I'm talking you and me.
And you and me and Catherine.
- I don't want to be
here, can't you see that?
- [Sally] No, I can't.
- Catherine loves you, not me.
- Catherine doesn't
exist, Thomas.
- Watch it, Sally.
- Okay.
- [Thomas] Goddamn it, where...
- Not there.
[phone ringing]
- Hello?
- Nick?
I'm gonna need backup.
- Huh?
- 3800 Seminole.
I think we found our murderer.
- Okay.
- 10 minutes?
- I'll be right there.
- All right.
- You mind just, you know,
stopping at the stop sign,
at least once in a while?
- Oh, shit.
- We belong together, Thomas.
- Belong with you?
- Mmhmm.
- You're so pathetic, Sal.
I don't want you.
Maybe Catherine liked
you, but not me.
Get that through your
fuckin' head, you stupid cow.
- She just can't vanish.
Her love for me
cannot disappear.
- Yes it can.
It did, it's gone.
- No, you can't do this to me!
You're all I have!
- Get over it!
- Uh-uh.
- Catherine's moved on.
Now let me get her stuff
and get outta here!
- Oh, you want her stuff?
You wanna get outta here?
This, huh?
Is this what you're looking for?
Mementos?
Oh, little mementos!
Little girlie-girl
times on the town, huh?
Remember?
You know, I kept your secret.
I protected you.
[Sally breathing heavily]
I kept your secret that you
were two different people.
Oh, the vesties knew, but
they didn't mean any harm.
They just wanted to know
your tricks of the trade.
But you couldn't stand
that they would see you
for who you really are.
Do you think you deserved
it when your daddy beat you?
[dramatic music]
Or did you like it?
[suspenseful music]
[tires screeching]
- What took you so long?
- Second floor.
- Hey, Thomas.
Or Catherine.
Whoever the fuck you are now.
[gun cocking]
Listen to me.
I covered for you.
They mocked you.
I protected you.
I loved you.
You're not gonna
walk out on me now.
I found a little hammer
with some blood on it.
Is that what you
were looking for?
- You're really crazy, Sally.
And everybody knows it.
- I may be--
[door crashing]
[Sally shouting]
- Drop the weapon!
[Sally yelling]
[guns firing]
[Sally groaning]
- Found this in the back closet.
It looks like the murder weapon.
This lipstick matches
the same kind found
on the cigarette at the
murder scene on the beach.
She had an argument
with Carl Spoon
the night he was murdered.
She also smoked
clove cigarettes,
so everything points
to Sally Willows.
- Hmm.
- She was also very popular
on the underground
party circuit.
- And of course,
you know it well.
- Yes, I do.
- Well, it looks as though
we got our serial killer.
- It looks as though Pirelli
and I have our serial killer.
- You know, I gotta
tell you something.
This is a good example
of how a complete fuck up
lucks into solving a case.
- Well, that may be true.
But at least give Pirelli
credit, he's a hero.
You ought to give him
a medal or something.
[birds chirping]
[Joe coughing]
- Is there anything you
need right now, Tom?
- A nap would be nice.
- All right, then.
Well, it's nice
to have you back.
[dramatic music]
- Thomas!
- No!
- Thomas, let me in!
- No.
- Please, Thomas!
- No, I can't.
- [Catherine] No!
No!
No!
[dramatic music]
- Hello, Uncle Joe.
Surprised to see me?
[objects clattering]
You thought you could
bury me, didn't you, Joe?
In my own grove.
But you're not gonna
get away with it.
- Jack, Jack, Jack!
My darling!
[Charley speaking
foreign language]
Yes, yes, yes!
- What, what?
- Paid in full by the uncle!
- Oh yeah.
- Yeah!
- That's over three
payments on the boat.
- Looks beautiful, doesn't it?
- Hmm.
- Yeah.
Okay, hold me, hold me.
Yes, hold me, baby.
I love you.
- I love you.
[Charley giggling]
Ay...
So you know, I was wondering.
Do you think we'll ever get
this thing out on the water?
- Sure we will.
- Yeah?
- Right after we get married.
- Oh!
[Jack chuckling]
Oh, baby.
I don't know if I
can wait that long.
[sighs] It's beautiful.
Hmm...
Well, here she is.
- Well, I don't think
she's gonna be bothering
anyone ever again.
Case closed.
- Here, Blue.
Come here boy, that's it.
Come here.
That a boy.
All right Blue,
sit down, sit, boy.
Attaboy.
You'll do what your
Uncle Joe tells you
if you know what's good for you.
[chuckling]
[dramatic music]
[uptempo Latin guitar music]